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Angel || Season 5 Q&A Wrap Up (Patreon)

Published:
2023-10-29 21:40:30
Edited:
2023-10-30 04:32:36
Imported:
2024-04

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It is the end </3

Also: Dont make fun of my singing, I did it for the bit <3

I cannot believe I have watched, reacted to, and talked about every single episode of the Buffyverse, and now I have reviewed each season.... I am at a loss for words truly.

Thank you all for being here. This has been an amazing journey :') I hope I keep seeing you guys in the future! <3

*Will replace link with youtube link once I get it on youtube, it just takes a lot longer to upload on youtube lol. If there is any lag issues with just the one dropbox link, lmk and I can add another link!

**and for apple computer users that download and try and play on quicktime, I think there is a problem with the audio not coming through, so either watch through dropbox or wait for the youtube link which should be up later tonight or tomorrow. sorry about the inconvenience!!

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Angel Talk || Season 5 Q&A Wrap Up

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Stargazer1682

Okay, on more (for now) - some fan fiction. Each of the members of Angel Investigations team got something out of their agreeing to take over Wolfram and Hart - Angel was able to give his son the life he deserved, Fred was given access to every cutting edge piece of science her enormous brain could think of. Lorne could rub elbows with the glitterati. Gunn was given the opportunity to be more than just the muscle. There was a time being the muscle was enough; when he was the leader of his own team, and his ingenuity and determination helped protect those who society had forsaken. But he had since move on from leader to follower and while he had lost track of all the good he had done as a result, he couldn't help feel like he had faulted; that he had lost the mission somehow. Or his role in it had become less clear. Because he didn't have a brain for monsters and spells or for science. Yet Wolfram and Hart offered him the chance to be something more, something important. Wolfram and Hart was a lot of things, but first and foremost, it was a law firm; and none of them were lawyers - but he could become one. At least, that's what the cat promised him; and for some reason he felt he could believe it. And then there's Wesley. He was given a rather nice pen. Sterling silver, nice grip. They told him the ink would never run out, and he had no doubt about that. Sometimes though it came out red, which he found unsettling, because he knew what it was and where it must have come from. Though what probably unsettled him most, though he couldn't be sure it wasn't his imagination, there were times when this happened, when the ink was especially red, that he could have swore he felt a couple of pricks around his throat, just in the area of the scar. There were never any visible signs of irritation during or after, but still, it made him wonder. Of course, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce didn't sign on to work for Wolfram and Hart for a pen that wrote in his own arterial blood; no matter how nice it was or that it had his name etched in it. No, there was something else he had been offered; or rather, something he offered them. Once the stakes had been made clear, the rules of the game as it were, he didn't really have much of another choice; not after he'd gone to all that trouble to - how did she put it? "Die Hard" his way into the records of Wolfram and Hart. Wesley might have thought a Bond comparison would have been more flattering, but still, he appreciated the comparison to the dashing action protagonist. She looked good, he thought, as he stood on the sidewalk, trying to look inconspicuous. The sunlight was streaming, almost starting to set just behind her as she was... doing what? Handing out orange slices, it appeared, to a team of hungry young soccer players. Wesley stifled a laugh. Lilah had never struck him as the domestic type, and yet, here she was. "One at a time," she told the children, in a tone of authority that Wesley associated more with the Lilah he knew. Lilah looked up to see a man walking towards her, with a bemused look on his face. She'd never seen him before; was fairly certain he wasn't one of the kids parents - although a couple of the moms, and the dads for that matter were no strangers to the dating scene; and this could well be one of their latest flavor of the month. She could see the appeal, he had a subtle roguishness about him; like if Indiana Jones' day job was as a librarian or something. Still, for all she knew he could be a creep who had no legit reason for being there. She noticed he was getting closer and his grin seemed to be getting wider as he approached. "Can I help you?" She asked. "It was a wonderful game." He said. "With a baritone, English accent," Lilah thought, as she felt a smirk of her own cross her lips. She told herself, her wife would disapprove of her bringing him home. And she still didn't know what he wanted. "I'm afraid the oranges are just for the kids." she said, wryly. "Oh, no, I'm sorry, I've neglected to introduce myself," the man started; with, Lilah noted, a charming stuttering befuddlement. "I'm uh... I'm... from your team's sponsor." Lilah set down the knife she was using to cut oranges and was quick to shake his awkwardly extended hand. "Oh, of course. Um...Wolfram and... uh..." "Hart," the man finished with a large smile. "Right. But spelled like the deer?" "Yes, that's the one." "Well, in that case you definitely deserve an orange slice," Lilah told him, offering him a piece of fruit. "Oh, no, I couldn't; it's for the kids." "It's the least I can do after your generous donation. The kids love soccer. Or should I call it "football"?" The man laughed a half-hearted, awkward, yet charming laugh as he agreed with her. "No, no, our firm was... more than happy with the arrangement. It was... an equitable trade." Lilah noticed he seemed to have dropped the more lighthearted demeanor and had a more serious look about him as he looked at her before forming his next question. "Are you?" "Am I.... what?" Lilah asked, confused. "Happy? Are you... happy?" It was such a strange question, and coming from a stranger; yet the strangest thing Lilah found about the question was her desire to answer him. "Yes," she replied, wholeheartedly and honestly. "I think so. You know, for about a week in college I thought about becoming one of you." He seemed confused. "One of me?" "A lawyer? I thought about going to law school, but... I don't know. Plans change and here we are." "Yes... funny how things turn out." Just as the man appeared to be readying himself to say more, one of the girls from Lilah's team ran up to her; her arms stretched out for a hug. Lilah scooped her up and swung her around, as her daughter squeezed her tight. "Mom, are we going to go now? Mama says the rest of the kids have been picked up." "Soon, honey. First I have to pack up the oranges, then we can get going." "Okay," said the girl, who turned to Wesley and asked, "who are you?" He appeared stunned and stammered a bit, as Lilah chimed in. "This nice man was one of the people who helped buy your new uniforms. Can you say 'thank you'?" The girl rushed up to him and gave him a hug and squeaked, "Thank you," before running off in the direction of another woman." The man was smiling again. "That was your daughter?" "Yes, her name is Lesley." If Lilah didn't know better, she'd swear his smile got bigger. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name." "Uh... Pryce. Mr. Wyndham-Pryce." Lilah started packing everything up, so as not to keep the wife waiting. "Well, it's nice to meet you Mr. Wyndham-Pryce. I might have simplified it to Lesley, but you did so much more than just buy uniforms. As far as I'm concerned, you're an angel..." Lilah looked up from her packing, intending to look him in the eyes - those strangely familiar, dreamy eyes - but he was gone; without a sound and without a trace. She wondered if she she might seem him again.

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I kind of regret not sending in a question or something because I've been around here since pretty much the moment Alley set up her patreon and it's just been such a staple in my life throughout the years. I love it here! And I'm so glad I got to be around for this ride :) Feels kind of nostalgic somehow all of a sudden. I think whenever I do a buffyverse rewatch I'm gonna remember Alley haha. Not going anywhere yet though, I still love this community and I had a good time interacting with ppl on the discord server etc, it's a really cool place to be! Thanks for sharing with us Alley if you see this! Maybe you were the real MVP all along.