Disclaimer: Joss owns all things Angel
, J.K. owns all things HP
A/N: Kinda some S 5 of Angel, not much tho. Ok, here’s the final installment of the Interesting Day Trilogy (which is what I am now calling it). It’s a bunch of happy fluff that started with ‘A Lazy Afternoon’, continued on with ‘A Well-Rested Evening’ and is coming to it’s conclusion here. It’s a one shot, so tell me if I did better/worse than the first two. And I realized I totally changed the twins business name, I thought it was funnier. A Disturbed Morning
“Harmony?” The Texan girl asked the blond vampiress / secretary.
“What Fred? Boss-man’s in there with Gunn.”
“Actually, I was wondering if you could tell Angel that I have someone who wants to meet him?” Fred motioned for the red-haired men behind her.
“Oh. . . OH!” Harmony jumped up, muttering under her breath, “Damn I lost the interoffice pool!”
“Harmony, you couldn’t just buzz -”Angel barked, but Harmony cut him off.
“Fred’s here with some guys.
And trust me, they are not hot - well not much, and she wants you to meet them, so -”
“Come in, Fred.”
“Which one?” A masculine voice asked. Two red-haired men followed Fred into Angel’s office.
Charles Gunn immediately went on the offensive. He smiled and shook each man’s hand. Sure, Fred had grown up and moved on from their relationship. No, he wasn’t jealous.
“Angel, Charles, this is my new boyfriend, George.” Fred pulled the closer guy forward and he stretched a hand to Angel.
“What happened to geek boy?” A rough British voice burst in from the doorway.
“Knox? Oh, he was evil.”
“Like we didn’t see that coming, ducks?”
“Spike, this is Fred and my boyfriend George.”
Spike raised an eyebrow to that. He was confused, but played it off as if he was just slightly pissed. Angel, however, was seething at Spike’s presence.
“Yeah, ducks, I know your name. Who’s Tweedle Dumb here?”
“Spike, get the hell out of my office before I throw you out.”
“Oh yeah, peaches, Cuz I’m real
threatened by you.”
“I see that window breaking very soon.”
“I love your life!”
“Really? You want it?” Fred joked, tugging back on them as Angel and Spike started trading blows.
“Only if your in it too.” He said, nipping at her ear.
“George!” She giggled.
“Oi, you want me to be sick?” Fred and Spike yelled at the same time.
As Fred and George occupied themselves with each other, and Angel and Spike broke things over each other, Fred made his way over to Gunn.
“So, you got a job opening here?”
A/N2: I left it open ended, even though I didn’t think I would. So tell me if I did good.