Rating: PG
Angel drove with Fred and Gunn packed in next to him. Wesley shared the back seat with Connor's car seat and Cordelia on Lorne's lap.
He needed a bigger car.
All the way up the freeway to Sunnydale Wesley and Gunn argued about the plan of attack. Their bickering was driving him nuts. Maybe it was time to give up the sporty midlife-crisis wheels and settle down with a nice mini-van?
He jerked the car into the driveway at 1630 Revello Drive and cut the engine. "Everybody, out!"
They piled out of the car. Lorne handed the car seat with Conner to Cordelia. She followed Angel up the steps with the others close behind.
Cordelia nudged Angel, "We're going to wake them."
"Sun's up in less than 15 minutes. Do you have a better idea?"
Cordelia sighed and shook her head as Angel knocked on the door.
A minute later Dawn peeked out through the window and opened the door. "What are you guys doing here?" She yawned at them.
Cordelia pushed past Dawn. "We can explain inside."
"Ooh! A baby. Can I hold him?" Dawn reached for the little blue bundle.
The others crowded through the door as Dawn played with Conner's little fingers. Angel followed them, until his face smashed into an invisible barrier. Stunned for a moment, he paused. His face a mask of confusion as he reached out and tested the doorway again. He couldn't believe he'd been uninvited.
"Dawn, do you mind?" He waved at the door.
Dawn glanced at the stairs with concern, and back to Angel. Then she shrugged, "Come in. Nothing personal, Angel. Last year we uninvited everyone."
"Where's Buffy? We need to talk to her," Angel said, getting straight to business.
"Um, she's still upstairs," Dawn said. "I'm sure she'll be down in a few minutes."
Angel could hear the shower running. He nodded and ran his hand through his hair and paced around the living room as the others sat down and waited. Dawn sat on the arm of the couch, next to the Cordelia and made silly faces at Conner.
"Oi, Snack Size!!!" A voice boomed from upstairs. "Where the bloody hell did you put my shampoo?"
Wesley, Cordelia, and Angel jumped at the sound of the voice.
"Ooops!" Dawn exclaimed.
"What the hell!" Angel turned and dashed toward the stairs, pulling a stake out of his pocket.
The others looked at Dawn expectantly. "Uh," she shrugged. "He hates it when I use his stuff. Wait till he finds out I used his razor on my legs again," she snickered.
Suddenly they heard the sound of an altercation and shouting from upstairs. There was a loud crash, followed by a thud, and several small thumps, as Angel rolled down the stairs.
Buffy walked down the stairs wearing a bathrobe and adjusting the towel on her head, the skin of her legs peeking out of the robe as she walked. She stepped around Angel, giving him a scowl. He looked so disoriented that she had to laugh. Relenting, she reached down and gave him a hand up. "Next time, call first!"
The End
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