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It's the first Christmas for Angel Investigations, but Angel isn't really in the mood. Too bad Cordelia has other plans. Set in season one sometimes after Doyle died. This story was originally written in 2014. It’s been lightly edited for composition and clarity and reposted for the holidays.
1550 words | [PG]
Cordelia balanced on a chair, a string of brightly colored lights in her hand. She smiled down at him. “It’s Christmas, silly.”
“Yeah, but what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
Angel crossed his arms. “It looks like you’re decorating my office with Christmas lights.”
“Ding, ding. Ten points for the vampire with the grasp of the obvious.”
Wesley came in before Angel could retort, lights twisted around both arms and his neck. He held out the strand, apparently looking for the ends. “I think these things came straight from Hell to torment me. Who put these away last year?”
They both glanced at Angel. “I don’t do Christmas. Take them down.”
“Angel-”
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