garnigal | Drabble Meme for bashipforever

Buffy and Angel watching the OC.

Ummm. This ended up being a four parter. Each section is a 100 word drabble, so it's 400 words total. It's my way of "following" the rules.

It seemed like magic to Angel. He’d been ready to go down fighting, to go out in a blaze of glory and a puff of dust when Buffy showed up. He’d been weak and suffering from a dearth of backup, but she’d been strong and dear god, those girls could fight. He’d ended up sitting and bleeding, propped in a corner with Spike and Gunn, watching dozens of slayers kick the demon asses that had been sent for him. Eventually their group grew: Xander appeared, rolled his eyes and patched up the vampires; Giles hustled Gunn off to a hospital.

The next time Angel looked up, the enemies were gone. Buffy was bidding the slayers goodbye. The only others left were Spike and Illyria, who stood near Buffy and was completely uninjured. Apparently, this was a battle only women could escape unscathed. With all the slayers gone, Buffy and Illyria made their way back down the alley. They stopped by the battered vamps, heaved matching sighs, and pulled Spike and Angel to their feet. Much to Angel’s amusement, Illyria slung Spike up in a fireman’s hold. Angel leaned on Buffy and laughed loudly as he followed them into the hotel.

Sitting in the corner was starting to get old, though. Buffy had swooped in, saved the day, and now was going all Suzy-Homemaker on his ass. In the week she’d been in LA, she’d tidied his suite, cleaned and stocked the kitchen, organized his office, and cleaned the lobby. Now she was standing between him and the TV. He shot her an inquiring look, trying to keep the annoyance off his face. She smiled back sweetly and inclined her head towards the sofa. Angel shifted, and Buffy settled beside him with a happy sigh. Then she reached for the remote.

“What are you doing?” Angel asked, tightening his grip on the remote.
“I was hoping to spend some time with you, watch TV.”
“Why do you need the remote?”
“It’s Thursday.” Buffy looked at Angel like that explained everything. Angel just kept looking at Buffy and holding the remote.
“The O.C. is on!” Buffy finally cracked, admitting her guilty pleasure and grabbing the remote from Angel.
She changed the channel and they sat in silence. Angel’s lip twitched, and a tiny grin escaped. At the next ad, he turned to Buffy.
“Do you think Summer is going back to Seth?”