Okay, here you go. It's very rough, mind, but this is the start. It's set in the 1950s - there's an Angel episode set then where he's living in the Hyperion Hotel, which is where Angel Investigations is based in the present day.
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Angel’s on his way back to the Hyperion – above ground, because it’s dark out – when he gets jumped by some scaly, purple demons with a lot of annoying spikes. He doesn’t know what they are; doesn’t care. He dispatches two of them without a hitch, but the other two prove more tricky. He finds himself with his back against a wall, his blows being parried with frightening speed.
Then there’s someone else in the fight, and he’s only fighting one demon, which he can manage. He punches and jabs, and has time to notice that the newcomer is tall and dark, and wears a long dark coat that swirls about him as he kicks and spins. Angel sniffs. A bit pretentious, that coat. He hasn’t worn a long coat since… early this century, when they were in fashion.
Still, there’s nothing wrong with the new guy's fighting. He quickly dispatches the demon, whereupon Angel’s demon shrieks and runs off.
Angel’s about to turn and leave, because he’s really not interested in people these days and he doesn’t feel the need for a post-fight chat, but the other guy is walking towards him with a smile, holding out his hand. “Captain Jack Harkness.”
Old lessons in manners die hard. He accepts the hand; shakes it perfunctorily. “Angel.”
Dark eyebrows quirk upwards and blue eyes dance at him. “Unusual name.”
“’S short for Angelus.”
He half-expects some recognition of the name, because maybe the guy’s a demon-hunter, but there’s nothing. Just more twinkling. The hands are in trouser pockets now, the eyes looking him up and down, considering. “You don’t look Italian."
“Not Italian. Irish. Originally.”
“Ah.” This obviously makes sense. A flicker of interest igniting, Angel uses the pause to examine the other man.
The new guy is not only tall and dark, but handsome. Almost too handsome. And oh, does he know it. There’s a devilish glint in the blue eyes, but he’s not a demon.
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Angel’s on his way back to the Hyperion – above ground, because it’s dark out – when he gets jumped by some scaly, purple demons with a lot of annoying spikes. He doesn’t know what they are; doesn’t care. He dispatches two of them without a hitch, but the other two prove more tricky. He finds himself with his back against a wall, his blows being parried with frightening speed.
Then there’s someone else in the fight, and he’s only fighting one demon, which he can manage. He punches and jabs, and has time to notice that the newcomer is tall and dark, and wears a long dark coat that swirls about him as he kicks and spins. Angel sniffs. A bit pretentious, that coat. He hasn’t worn a long coat since… early this century, when they were in fashion.
Still, there’s nothing wrong with the new guy's fighting. He quickly dispatches the demon, whereupon Angel’s demon shrieks and runs off.
Angel’s about to turn and leave, because he’s really not interested in people these days and he doesn’t feel the need for a post-fight chat, but the other guy is walking towards him with a smile, holding out his hand. “Captain Jack Harkness.”
Old lessons in manners die hard. He accepts the hand; shakes it perfunctorily. “Angel.”
Dark eyebrows quirk upwards and blue eyes dance at him. “Unusual name.”
“’S short for Angelus.”
He half-expects some recognition of the name, because maybe the guy’s a demon-hunter, but there’s nothing. Just more twinkling. The hands are in trouser pockets now, the eyes looking him up and down, considering. “You don’t look Italian."
“Not Italian. Irish. Originally.”
“Ah.” This obviously makes sense. A flicker of interest igniting, Angel uses the pause to examine the other man.
The new guy is not only tall and dark, but handsome. Almost too handsome. And oh, does he know it. There’s a devilish glint in the blue eyes, but he’s not a demon.