minniemax

Title: "Teammates"
Fandom: AtS
Characters: Angel
Prompt: Teammates
Word Count: 200 (this time it's a double; I hope it counts)
Rating: PG
Summary: AtS, a day in W&H office
Feedback: *pretty please*?
Author's Notes: not beta-ed, for self-imposed 100fic table (yep, I'm insane)

I have no idea why I always feel compelled to write in the wee morning hours... but here it is...

Sitting behind his big desk, half-listening to Gunn providing some information about the newest client, Angel heard a crack and realised it came from the pen he squeezed in his hand.

All heads turned to him and he tried his best to look sheepish.

“Sorry, had a cramp.”

Inwardly cringing at the disbelieving stares from his co-workers, he wished for the umpteenth time he could come with better excuses to cover the warring of his emotions.

So what if his sensitive nose still caught the sweet, pure baby scent of Connor?

So what if he wanted to stand up and shout at them to shut up, to tell them about the deepest betrayal he encountered?

So what if he secretly wished he could apply the strength to Wesley’s throat instead to the pen?

None of it mattered.

Not Connor, not him, not his feelings.

The only thing that mattered was the fight; and for that, every single one of them was needed.

So he quenched his anger, schooled his features and looked around, taking in the concerned looks of his teammates. Because it was exactly what they were, first and foremost: teammates.

He smiled and said, “Let’s kick some ass!”

my table is here.