Author: Butterfly
E-mail: ellsie@hotmail.com
Rating: G
Summary: If you watched The Bachelor Party on Angel (Tuesday, 11-16-99), you saw that Cordelia went on a date with some preppy guy. But if you watched the scene really carefully where she's talking to Doyle and Angel right before her date comes in, you'll notice that Angel checks her out! I couldn't believe it. Made me have gigglefits fer fifteen minutes. Anyways. Enjoy my first Buffyfic.
Notes: As some of you know, I do write real fiction (as in novels) or, at least, I try to. Anyway, my writing style here is not going to be indicative of the normal writing style I utilize in my professional writing. And there were entirely too many "my's" and "writing style's" in that last sentence. Oh, well. Just thought I'd point that out.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to me. Joss Whedon is just a clever pseudonym I thought up (I know, I read too much Anne Rice). I am the creative genius. I also thought up Angel. Quick now, get into your wallets and get out your money and send me cash. If you're under 18, steal money from your parents. C'mon, kids! Corruption is fun!
"You checked her out!"
Angel turned, startled. There was a girl (at least, he thought it was a girl...she seemed to have...wings) standing in the darkest corner of the office. "Who're you?" He glanced around, noticing he was suddenly alone. "Where did Doyle go?"
"I," the girl said, stepping out of the shadows and pointing importantly at herself, "am Leslie. But you can call me Butterfly. Or Your Majesty. Whatever. And Doyle's gone for right now. He'll be back. We're out of TV Land for a moment."
Angel's eyes widened as he took in her sparkly butterfly wings. "What...what are you?"
Butterfly giggled. "I'm a Butterfly Queen, sugar." She frowned. "You checked her out!"
"I checked who out?"
"Cordelia."
Angel's eyes widened even more and his mouth opened slightly. "I did not."
"Did so. Saw you!" Butterfly hopped up onto the nearby desk. "She started talking to Doyle and your eyes flashed down her. You checked her out. I am dis-a-ppointed, Angel-baby. You're 'posed t' be all loyal to your Buffykins. And broody. You're supposed to be broody."
"What? How do you know about Buffy?"
Butterfly sighed. "Angel, try to keep up. I am a magical Butterfly Queen with the power to write Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan fiction. You are Angel, soulboy extraordinaire. I see everything. You...checked...her...out."
Angel made a scoffing noise. "I did not. She's Cordelia."
Butterfly arched her right eyebrow and her mouth twisted. "So? You still checked her out. What would Buffers think?"
"But...I didn't!"
"Did so! Did so!" she sang, kicking her feet. She made a tsking noise and grinned at him. "So Angel's not so broodish after all, huh? That's great! You know, I used to think Angelus was so much better than you, but now that you're on your own in LA, you're better. Not better than Angelus, but better than you were. I'm not sure anything can be better than Angelus, but I'm drawn to the dark, evil, psychotic type, you know?" She sighed. "Or maybe it's just the leather pants. How come you don't wear those anymore? Are they too hot? I live in Arizona and it's hot there. I know I wouldn't want to wear leather pants.... Besides, leather is made out of cowhide and that's just not PC this day and age. Not that you'd know about this day and age. You're over 200. That kinda makes you outta the loop, huh?" She paused and tipped her head, staring off into space. "Where does that expression come from, anyway? I mean, how can someone be in the loop? And does it make you dizzy? Do you loop-loop-loop around all day? Ehhh. Makes me nauseous just thinkin' 'bout it. Kinda like a rollercoaster, I guess...."
Angel stared at her blankly. "Uhm...is there a point to that? And how do you do that without breathing?"
Butterfly giggled. "Practice. Anyways, I've got to go. Gatty's raising Hell (figurative and literally) and I've got to put a stop to it. Damn Satan. He can never get a grip on that boy. Not that you'd know what I was talking about or anyone who's reading this story because they (and you) don't know about the thing with Rachael where we decided that I'd someday marry Satan and have a son named Agat-Bat-Mahalat (which, incidentally, translates as 'One of Satan's wives and the Demoness of Whores') and I'd rule hell sitting on a Snowflake Throne." Butterfly shrugged, her wings stirring gently. "Anyways, to make a short story long, gotta book."
Angel blinked and stared at Doyle as the other man waved a hand in his face.
"Hey, Angel? You listenin'?"
"Did you see her?" Angel asked, glancing warily around the office.
"See who?"
"The Butterfly girl?"
Doyle gave him a weird look and led him back into the inner office. "I think you need to sit down...."
