A/N: I'm not sure whether this is what is wanted...but I gave it my best shot.
Disclaimer:I don't own 'away in a manger', although I made up the altered verion. I certainly don't own any Angel or Stargate characters. I own nothing, except the computer I used to write this!
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Sam needed a better job. Here she was having saved the world, sitting in a bar which looked like a costume party, while her best friends lay unconscious from the pervious alien attack.
A green horned man stood up on the stage, and clashed horribly with the red curtains behind him, “Christmas Karaoke is officially opens capers, so get up here and sing your pretty little hearts out!”
The crowd of dressed up ‘regulars’ applauded, and one who looked like he (she? it?) was dressed in a Chewbacca costume suspiciously grunted the word ‘hearts’.
At this, the green thing looked at it and laughed, “Oh no sweet cheeks – no violence in Caritas”. Sam smiled awkwardly over her Bloody Mary (no blood – was the bartender joking?) and caught the host’s eye. He gave her a slight wink, and nodded over to her. Soon enough he was sitting opposite her.
“I know about the rest of these miserable old coots,” he jerked his head to indicate the crowd applauding at a very ugly man singing ‘away in a manger’, “but what are you doing here? ‘Tis the season to be jolly, but I’m not getting happiness from you.”
Sam sighed. Where to start? “Rough day.”
The green…..thing gave her an incredulous look, “Rough day? Sweetie, try year and I might be close to believing you.”
“How did you-“
He held up a green hand and pointed to a table in a corner where a hunched figure sat, hands steepled in what appeared to be quiet contemplation, “Look into his eyes. He’s had more than a rough year, and I’m seeing that in your baby blues.”
He gestured over to the table, “Pull up a chair next to the old brooder. You’ll have more in common than you think. Sure he’s tall dark and moody, but he looks great in leather pants.”
And with that, the bar/club owner got up and walked over to a….what was that?
Against her better judgement, Sam threw back the last of her drink, and went over to the table.
“May I sit here?” she gestured to the chair opposite the man.
He looked up. The host had been right. Those eyes…they were like Col-Jacks. Worse maybe.
She made a face, “I’ll take that as a yes then.”
He just looked at her. He was studying her, every inch, every detail of her.
“Why did you come here?”
She didn’t know what to say, “I’m not sure. Why are you here?”
He sighed, “It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got all night.”
“It might take two.”
She smiled brilliantly, “I’ve got three.”
He looked at her again, “What’s your name?”
“M-Sam Carter. Just Sam Carter.”
“Angel.” He offered as a reply. Her hand was out as if to shake his.
He took it.
Lorne laughed over his sea breeze, ignoring what the vampire in front of him was saying. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. As long as Angel didn’t sing Mandy to her.
He winced and looked at the stage, where the same demon was still butchering ‘away in a manger’:
“Away in a manger
No crypt for a bed
The little lord Jesus did cry as he bled
The stars in the dark sky fell to earth as hot ash
And the people did suffer, as their skulls I did smash”
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