around the world in 80 days (btvs, buffy/angel, pg)

For a2zmom for the 2012 holiday fic meme. She wanted something in the Return to Me-verse. I'd actually started a sequel to Return to Me, but apparently that was lost when my old computer died, so I wrote something new.

Around the World in 80 Days

Dawn gets postcards.

From Eritrea—“Angel is doing much better. I have never in my life seen so much salt! Seriously, they farm salt here, how weird is that?”

From Saudi Arabia—“Okay, the fashion in this city pretty much blows. Also, did you know women aren’t allowed to drive cars here? Shut up, I’m an excellent driver. Angel says hi!”

From India—“I LOVE kheer. How is it that I never knew about kheer before? They should serve this everywhere, like frozen yogurt.”

From Thailand—“Dawnie, the beaches here have baby elephants! They just wander around, like dogs. One let me pet him! I wanted to ride him, but Angel didn’t think that was a good idea.”

From China—“Chinese food? Not what a lifetime of takeout has led me to believe. Also—apparently Angel speaks fluent Mandarin, which is my new favorite thing. He is so sexy in Chinese. Zai jian!”

From Ukraine—“It is cold here, and there are potatoes in EVERYTHING! So many carbs. We’ll be home for Christmas. Love you, Buffy.”

the shopping slayer (angel, gen, pg)

Written for ladyoneill for the holiday fic meme.

The Shopping Slayer

“Oh my God,” Cordelia said, bringing two perfectly manicured fingers to her temple, “you cannot buy that.”

Angel frowned, turning the necklace over in his hands, examining it for flaws. “Why not? I’m sure Fred will love it.”

“Um, first of all, it’s Shanel, with an S, which is not a thing. Secondly, you’re buying a garnet for someone who is clearly a summer.”

Angel just blinked. “I don’t think—what?”

Cordelia sighed. She snatched the necklace from Angel’s hand, and set it back on the display. Then she grabbed him by the hand and began to drag him into the belly of the department store.

“You are too old not to know how to shop, Angel. It’s just pathetic.”

“Um . . . sorry?”

“Happily, you have me here. For once, you’re the damsel in distress, and here I come to save your ass.”

Angel grinned crookedly. “Thanks, Cordy.”

Cordelia rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Merry Christmas, Angel. Now, let’s talk about what you’re getting me.”