Title: Angel's Fury (1 in the Angel's... Series) 1/?
Author: Kate R.
Rating: PG-13 to R for mentions of Slash
Disclaimer: Own nothing and no one used herein. All belong to Joss or Ren Pics
Summary: Angel feels...?
The hospital was cold and antiseptic. Angel did not notice. The hospital was full of people asking questions and demanding answers. Angel did not notice. The hospital was holding his friend, treating his injuries. Angel noticed.
Angel noticed and Angel was furious. How could they have let Wes face whatever it was alone? Angel felt like kicking himself but he knew it was not his fault he had fallen into he coma and suffered the delirium. And he had gotten to Wesley the second he had woken up knowing his friend--- his mate if he would just admit it to himself, was hurt. He'd run to the park near the Hyperion. Run like never before. Knowing, just knowing, that part of the dream was real. He'd found Wesley where Gunn had found him in his dream. Throat slit, under a bush, in the park. Damn whoever had done this. Damn them to hell and make them suffer, he thought. He would have vengeance on them. He would have their blood. And the blood of his seer for not helping Wes. When Angel had stumbled down the steps he'd found evidence that Wes was running the agency alone. And he was exhausting himself doing it. Angel carried Wesley to this hospital the second he found him. He'd run with his precious burden in his arms certain Wes would live but not knowing how bad it was. The doctors had taken Wesley away someplace he could be treated and Angel had been relegated to this dank and uncomfortable waiting room. Every ten minutes he called the hotel hoping Cordelia had come in. Just so he could rip her a new one. He'd been out for six months. Seeing a nightmare and finding the bits of prophesy in it. He had woken to this. He had hoped Cordelia would help Wesley. Not go off and shop which is where Angel suspected she was using his credit card. Maybe he should call and cancel them or report them as stolen? He mused to himself but then dismissed the thought. He had a better idea of how to get back at her. He would take care of it later. Right now he just wanted someone, even if it as Gunn, to answer the phone. He'd paged the young street fighter but had not gotten an answer from him either. Angel thought he was busy most likely. He dialed the hotel again and it rang three times before someone picked up.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN??!!" Angel snarled in to the phone not waiting for the person to say hello. He got a shock a moment later as he received an answer in a voice he did not expect.
"Er---Angel?" Rupert Giles' voice came over the line. "I---er---We just got here.