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07 August 2013 @ 03:14 pm
Postcards across America  
Characters: Kinda Everyone
Time: Over the course of a few months [Non-canon; takes place during season seven of Buffy]
Location: Angel's apartment, then Wolfram and Hart
Thread Status: Kind of a free for all.

Things were messy for awhile. Things still were pretty messy; and Barbara is still pretty sure that Angels new little family is having trouble accepting her. Worse than that, Angel has to put them first, all the time, because that’s his job. She gets along okay with Fred, and therefore Wesley tolerates her presence but she can feel the total weight of their untrustworthiness. She gets drunk with Lorne alot after hours and tends to hang with him when shes not doing the secretary thing.

The lack of trust around her is weighty, and she has trouble trying to convince people that shes not that girl anymore. Well, she is, but she’s trying, and she signed a contract and everything. Still...her blood oath not to harm anyone doesn’t seem to convince anyone. She swears sometimes when she goes out at night Angel sends lackeys after her to keep on eye on her. She’s soulless and she gets the distrust, really, but it sucks when not even Angel trusts her to obey him. I mean, why would she be here unless she was doing it for him? She’s not Darla. Not everything is about her, her, her.

She starts to sing for Lorne, because she’s afraid that maybe she can’t do this, she can’t stay straight. No one else thinks she can, so she drinks and she sings for him and tells him to tell her if shes going to slip anytime soon. She always reads clean, and she hasn’t ingested human blood in over four months... She thinks Lorne is telling her drunken secrets to the crew because they seem to start easing up on her, little by little. Suddenly shes involved in the gossip and the water cooler conversations and even included in on some of the missions... One day, she takes off out of no where, Angel finds her on the outskirts of Sunnydale, checking in..unable to help herself..

Angel follows her, helps her snoop without being seen because she doesn't want Sam to know she's there, keeping an eye on her. He comes through for her with a girl that she doesn't reconigse. Someone on the inside. She actually smells quite a bit less vile than Buffy does and when she off-off-handedly uses this as a compliment Angel stares at her like she just said the worst thing possible. Then the girl called Faith cracks up and tells Angel that she likes her. She tells them everything, how Sam has been invited into the slayers inner circle, how much its caused everyone to trust Spike a hell of a lot more. “She’s good for you man,” she hears Faith say when Barbara steps out to give them some solo conversation time. "You should probably let her know that, every once in awhile."

Angel doesn't ask about Buffy, at least not while Barbara's around. He respects her enough to keep that part seperate, although she knews he asks. It's who he is.

Then it happens, a week later Angel announces suddenly to his group that he needs to take a vacation. Nothing big really, he just needs some time off. A few weeks, and he’ll be back...He has some personal stuff he needs to work out. He leaves Wesley in charge. Barbara tries not to seem hurt and surprised that Angels taking off without her, tries even harder not to care when she drives home alone that night to find that suitcases on the bed they shared.

Its only then she notices that her things are packed today. “Didn’t really think I was gonna leave you here did you kitten?” He purrs from behind her, scaring her and making tears rise in her eyes.

“Where are we going?” She whispers, voice choked with emotion.

Angel simply shrugs. “I’ve been everywhere..”

Barbara agrees, “Every continent....At some point or another.”

Angel smiles again, "Never been anywhere with you....sides Europe..." He comes closer, touches her hair, makes her skin flush, "Rome..." His voice - like velvet. "Ireland was especially nice..."

Barbara looked up at him, "You tied me up and forgot about me before running off to England, if I'm not mistaken." Her expression softens, she giggles despite herself. “Was paticularly nice, burning down that hostel and pinning it on you.”

So here they are, never been anywhere together. Traveling across country, sometimes they fight evil when they come across it, sometimes Wesley sends them in the direction of something and they take care of it. In the meantime Barbara fills her iphone up with photos and uploads them to instagram. They take turns sending postcards to their loved ones...and they received them from their friends along the way.

Below are some of those postcards.
 
 
 
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on August 7th, 2013 07:18 pm (UTC)
Postcard: From Barbara to Samantha ::

My dearest Samantha -

Hope you and our dear William haven't slaughtered eachother yet (Although Angel says it'd be really funny if you ended of killing him.)

Anyway..Greetings! (God that’s corny! Sorry!) from (I think) Wyoming. Sorry I cut off out of LA without much of a notice...it wasn’t really planned (at least by me!) Guess you heard I’m with Angel, because I’ve gotten at least fifteen voicemails forwarded from Wesley saying you’re going to tear out of Sunny-D and track us down. I’m okay though, really! Don't wreck whatever progress you've made with the Slayer on a count of me.

We're on this trip or something. Life’s weird, huh? Wolfram and Hart has some cherry cars man, we’re cruising in something Angel refers to as a 1957 Chevy Bel Air 4-door Hardtop which apparently is “vintage” and “a classic,” but really I’d prefer to be cruising on a Harley, the feel of it vibrating between my legs...the air in my hair....Ah....

The little things eh?

We did this job in Santa Cruz, then we weren’t sure what to do and – well, there’s this book Angel gave me for my birthday – yeah, a book, but don’t laugh – it was cool with guns & stuff. And in this book the guy talks about all these dogs in bars all over America. So we decided to drive around and see as many as we could, but apparently (oh God! Hear me starting to sound like W?) it’s not the seventies anymore and they have health codes and shit. *Eyeroll* So we didn’t find many dogs, but lots of bars. And the last one in Wyoming (maybe Sheridan?) we started doing shots of JD & straight fireball so we just staggered across the street to this hotel. Where we are now. (Angel is sleeping; I’m writing – told you life’s weird.)

We woke up this morning - well, afternoon and we both swore we’d never drink again EVER! And I think we mean it, but just in case, Angel emptied out a mini-bar and marched it up to the front desk. He looked like hell, but even hellish Angel is still sexy as fuck Angel, like on TV, and said he was insulted by all the filthy alcohol being in the room. He did it with a totally straight face, and was super intimidating and the poor receptionists were all half apologizing and half turned on and flustered. So I put my hand on his shoulder, and said, “Thanks for being strong, Dad!” And he cracked up. Then I looked at the clerk and said, “Another thing! We need more Bibles!” It was funny, but then they cut off our porn channels, so now I can only watch cartoons.
Barbara O'Connorchaoticxbarbara on August 12th, 2013 12:28 am (UTC)
Post-card from Barbara to Wesley ::

You asked for updates, so here’s one: Your boss or whatever is a fucking dork! Sorry I’m the one to tell you, but, man – we’re in this truck stop, see, in “historical” Lexington, Virginia, I’m a PART of history and I can tell you, not much happened in Virginia. Not anything exciting anyway.

Anyway He has spent like twenty minutes playing this “game” where he’s trying to knock quarters off a shelf in this machine, and I guess then you win ‘em or whatever? It’s such a scam because I’ll tell you, I worked this carnival for a while back in the nineties and we had that, only not a machine. It’s impossible to win and there’s not even a carnie here to talk him into it. So I’m pretending I don’t know him, because even though he’s wearing leather and all sexy scruffy-like (yeah, really, I can send pics), he’s so intense with the stupid game like he’s planning how to take out a demon nest or something. You can lead a dork to fashion, but you can’t make him cool. Funny. Kind of cute, too, honest, would you believe I have a secret thing for dorks? Don’t tell.

- Barbara
Barbara O'Connor: fly burn fallchaoticxbarbara on August 12th, 2013 12:28 am (UTC)
They visit alot of underground stores, Angel buys Barbara presents so she doesn't mind, and she begins picking out things that she can send back.

She gets Wesley a monthly membership to this really expensive ‘tea of the month’ thats offered by a natural and amazing tea-shop she drags Angel into one night while they’re both plastered. Angel finds a black-market book store and Barbara uses his credit card and sends Sam a first edition of a very rare book of shadows from a well renown wicca coven. She sends an ancient relic treasure box thats no bigger than a shoe-box to Fred, no ones been able to open it for centuries. Shes excited to hear back about it.

She sends Spike a very aged bottle of scotch that she steals when Angels not looking and sends Faith cartons of cigarettes and freshly baked goods that hold up well in tins because she can't get very much variety in snack form being all locked up like she is.

They have a very strict phone-call schedule they have to keep up to maintain trust in all parties involved. Barbara seems to think it takes the magic out of things and they can't get lost in what they're doing but Angel is super responsible guy now and makes sure they always call. They call Los Angelos on Tuesdays, they call Sunny-dale on Wednesdays. Sometimes it can be a bit stressful if the wrong person wants to talk. Like Buffy to Angel, or Gunn to Barbara. There's jealousy and barely formed relationships budding into new things...Barbara and Sam try to get Spike and Angel to talk to one another.

Most of the time, that goes down horribly. Every once in awhile, they surprise one another.

Angels conversations are usually logical. He always goes first and the conversation is very professional. Comparing notes on what they’ve killed or thwarted this week, anything the other should be on the lookout for. Sometimes Wesley steers them in the direction of a contact. He’s also careful not to say, “You could help us HERE.” Angel senses this, because he is equally careful not to say “Is there anything I can do?” Gunn and Angel talk about the car a lot. Alot - lot, and weapons, which leads them back to all those seedy underground shops.

She starts talking to Wesley on the phone more, and she laughs alot. Angel always gets a little peeved about this. “Why are you always laughing?" He asks one day, “I've known Wesley for YEARS and I've heard him tell one, maybe two good jokes."

“Oh Master," She whispers, the words natural and comfortable between the two of them now. “Wesley doesn't KNOW hes funny, that's what makes him funny!"

She crawls into bed next to Angel, and lays her head against his chest. “It’s all right to miss them, you know,” she says.

“I know.” He cradles his arm across her chest, and kisses her forehead, and they lie there in the dark.