Title: Devilish Angel
Author: Misha
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Rating: NC-17
Category: Comedy, angst, romance, smut, all wrapped up in a pretty A/C package.
Content: A/other, Not much B/A, Eventual C/A romance, friendship, AI family
Summary: The Sunnydale crew comes to LA for Conner's wedding. When they arrive, they find an Angel that would put Liam to shame.
Spoilers: Up to the end of Season 3
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. No point in suing me 'cause I have nothing for you to take.
Distribution: You want it? Take it. Just let me know, though, all right?
Notes: Cordelia never went to the higher plane. Conner found out Justine killed Holtz so he and Angel have no is back and dating Fred, Gunn is dating Faith. I know this may seem kind of weird or stupid right now, butit'll get better once we get into the story more.
Thanks/Dedication: To all the people who actually read my stories. Thanks for all the support. Sorry it took me so long to post. lol

PRELUDE

Angel wasn't sure how he knew, but he did. His soul was safe. It felt like a huge weight was lifted from his heart, like he was free.

"Wesley. I can't thank you enough."

"I told you one of these days your soul wouldn't be an issue."

"I know. And if anyone could do it, I knew it would be you Wes. Thank you." The phone rang and Angel smiled. "That must be Cordy." He picked up the phone. "Hello?

"Angel. I got your message. Are you all right?"

"Cordy. Get over here as soon as you can."

"Um, okay."

"Okay. I'll see you soon." Angel turned a smiling face to Wesley.

"Want me to leave?" The ex-watcher asked with a smirk. A few moments passed as Angel seemed to contemplate it. "Oh. Okay. Sorry. I-"

"I'm messing around Wes. I need you to stay."

"You do? Why?"

"Somebody's got to explain everything to her."

"Explain what?" Cordelia asked from the door.

"That was fast."

"Well, you said I should get here quick, so, I did." Angel wanted to tell her. But as soon as he saw her face, his words caught in his throat. He couldn't speak. He walked to her and wrapped his arms around her. She returned the hug. "Angel, are you all right?"

"I'm perfect Cordelia."

"You sure?" He pulled away slightly.

"I'm positive." Angel lowered his lips to her's and kissed her. Cordelia froze, then pulled her lips from his and stared at him.

"What's going on?" She asked. He was acting strange. He knew this couldn't work. "Angel. You know that you and I...it can't happen." He looked at her.

"What? Why?"

"Angel, your sou-"

"Princess? Is everything all right?" Groo asked, coming in.

"You brought him?" Angel asked Cordelia through gritted teeth, arms still around her.

"Yeah. He is my boyfriend, remember?" She said quietly and gently, needing him to understand. Then she turned her attention to Groo. "Everything's fine. Angel and I were just talking."

"Hey guys, what's...are we interrupting something?" Gunn asked, walking in holding Faith's hand. Conner and Fred walked in behind them.

"You're not interrupting anything." Angel said, moving away from Cordelia. "We're going out to celebrate."

"Celebrate what?" Conner asked. Angel shot a look in Cordelia's direction.

"Wesley giving me a permanate soul."

"What? Angel, that's incredible. Baby!" Fred said, turning her attention to Wesley. " I, I'm so amazed, and proud, and, how on earth did you do it?" She asked, the scientist in her needing to know every detail. Then, she turned to Angel again and gave him a huge hug, as did everyone else. Except Cordelia, who just stared as they all left, Angel casting a hurt look over his shoulder at her and her demon lover.

"Oh crap."

"Princess, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just surprised. And happy. For Angel. Come on. Let's go celebrate." She said, as they exited the door they had entered earlier. They followed the convertible as it made it's way out into LA.

An hour, and several bottles of champagne later, the group sat at a table at a local club Angel had heard Cordelia and Faith talk about before.

"A toast." Faith said, holding up her nearly empty glass. "To Angel. And his new shoul. May you finally get shh, shh...may you finally get laid."

"I'll drink to that." Angel said, as they all raised their glasses to the center in unison.

"So, what are you going to do first?" Cordelia asked, the earlier mishap obviously out of Angel's mind. She couldn't help but be glad. She didn't want any awkwardness between them.

"I don't know. I think I'm..." he trailed off as a woman in a short red dress, with long blond hair, and hazel eyes sent him a beautiful smile. "I don't know if it's the champagne going to my head or what, but I think I'm going to go talk to her."

"Don't lie. You're terrible with words. What are you gonna say?" Faith said, her slayer resistance sobering her up quickly.

"I..."

"I bet you twenty bucks you won't be able to talk to her." She said, putting a twenty on the table. Angel raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"I'll talk that bet." He said, snatching the twenty.

"Hey! I said-"

"Just making sure I get my money after I win." He said, then stalked off towards the bar.

"Holy shit. He's gonna do it."

"English, what have you created? An Angel who's not afraid of the women in our group? What will Cordelia do?" Gunn asked, turning to the Seer, who watched Angel with a blank look.

"He wouldn't." She muttered.

"He is. Go dad!" Conner cheered on.

Angel took the stool next to the young woman.

"Excuse me?" She turned to him.

"Yes?"

"Do you see my friends over there?" He asked, pointing to the group at the table. All of them stared, all smiling except Cordelia.

"Yeah."

"Well, they bet me that I couldn't start a conversation with the most beautiful girl at the bar." He turned his gaze to hers and smiled. "You wanna buy some drinks with their money?"

"Does that pick up line work?"

"I don't know. Does it." She smiled back.

"I'll take a-"

"White wine spritzer?"

"How'd you know?" He shrugged.

"Lucky, I guess."

"Keep this up and you might be." Angel raised an eyebrow and was about to respond when, out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed everyone crowding on Cordelia.

"Angel!" Gunn called from the table. "We gotta jet man. Cordy had...she's um, she's having a seisure."

"Listen," Angel started, "I have to go help my friend. I'm sorry."

"Here's my number." She said, scrawling it on a napkin. "Call me. We'll get together." He looked down at it, smiled, then followed his retreating friends out the door.

"How'd you do man?" Gunn asked, excited for his friend.

"I got her number." He siad, then turned his attention to Cordelia. "What am I doing?"

"A girl. She couldn't be more than seventeen, eighteen years old. She's being attacked by three vamps."

"Where?" A loud scream echoed through the night. "Never mind. Conner. Let's go. We'll meet you guys back at the hotel." Angel and Conner took off running in the direction they heard the scream and came upon an alley. Angel sighed. "When will girls learn not to go in alleys alone?" He thought aloud as they found the young girl up against the wall, at the brink of tears.

"Hold 'em off, I'll get the girl?"

"Yeah." Conner jumped on to the fire escape, out of the three vamps' view. "Hey!" Angel called out, gaining their attention. Two turned to attack, leaving the other to the girl. Conner waited until Angel's eyes shifted up for a second, then back, before the other two vampires could notice. Conner dropped down quietly and staked the vampire before he knew what was happeneing.

Before the girl could say anything, Conner put a finger to her lips to silence her. He noticed the bite mark on her neck and stayed close. Angel dusted the second vamp, then turned to them.

"You okay?" He asked his son.

"You're the one fighting. You all right?"

"Second guy had a good left hook, but I'll live." Angel came up to the girl and went to touch her. She flinched away and he gave her a reassuring smile. "It's okay. We're the good guys." He said and ran a finger over the puncture wound. "Do you have a place to stay?"

"My parents are in Sicily. I was supposed to stay at my cousin's. She took of wit some guy. The people I'm staying wit thought I was at her place. They 'ont know I'm out here." Angel raised an eyebrow at her accent. It wasn't that strong, but it snuck in when she said certain words.

"What are you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Race. What are you?"

"Half Mick, half Guinea. Why?"

"Thought so."

"Is that like a new demon species, or what?" Conner asked.

"Wat are ya, dense?" She asked, gaining a glare from Conner. Angel snorted in amusement.

"She's half Italian, half Irish."

"Why couldn't she just say that?"

"I like my way better." The girl said, defensively. She had attitude, Angel noted.

"Well, I'm half Irish too." Conner said defensively.

"What else?"

"I don't know." He said, then started to think about it. What else was he?

"How's it split?" Angel asked, curious.

"My mom's full Irish, my dad's full Italian."

"What's your name?" Angel asked the girl.

"Ysabelle."

"All right. We're going to take you back with us to the hotel, okay? Get you cleaned up and give you a place to stay for tonight. That all right?"

"I have a choice?"

"Yes." She looked at Angel, then at Conner and shrugged.

"Sure. Let's go." They took off to the car and Conner watched Ysabelle with fascination. She had on a short leather skirt that hugged her hips and thighs, a black leather bustier and tall spikey heels. Her hair was up and perfect, not a strand out of place.

"I hate leather." Conner muttered as he sat in the front seat. Angel glanced at him and smirked. "Shut up Dad." He said as they sped off towards the hotel.

The next morning, everyone was settled around the living room when Ysabelle emerged in a pair of Conner's pants and one of his t-shirts. Her hair was down and it made her look more her age.

"You feeling better?" Cordelia asked the teenager.

"Yeah. A good night's sleep can fix anything."

"So, what's up?" Angel asked her.

"My parents got back in town last night. My dad's comin' to get me. He won't forget this Angel. You need anything..."

"Nah. This is what I do."

"All right." She turned her attention to where Conner was playing his playstation. "Ya want some real competition?" She asked him.

"Think you can hang?"

"I could kick your ass."

"Pah-leese! You are so going down!"

"He's been hanging around you too much." Angel told Cordelia. She stuck her tongue out at him and smiled, the events of the previous night forgotten.

They were all hanging around when the lobby door opened. Two guys with their hair slicked back, clad in leather jackets, black jeans and black shirts came in the lobby, followed by an older looking man who seemed to carry an air of power about him.

"Papa." Ysabelle ran to her dad and gave him a big hug. Conner turned off the game and came to the lobby, watching the interaction. "How was the trip?" He shrugged.

"It went...well. What had to be done, was done." He turned to Angel. "Are you the man who saved my daughter?"

"Me and my son, Conner."

"I owe you both, and your entire family, gratitude. If you ever need anything, let me know. Anything. And it is done."

"We could use some cash."

"Cordy!" Angel said in a scolding tone.

"We could."

"That's what we do here. We save people."

"For a fee." She mumbled to herself.

"We don't need anything in return."

"Well, I thank you again. You ever need to take me up on dat offer, I'll be 'round." He turned to the two men with him and they walked to the door. "Ysabelle."

"Be right there." She said, waiting for them to leave. "Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Il vostro figlio caldo" She winked and Angel smiled as she walked out. Conner watched her go, then turned to Angel.

"That girl is going to be mine."

"You inherited your father's possessiveness, that's for sure." Cordelia said with a smile.

"Dad. I think I'm in love."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"How can you be sure?"

"At first, I thought it was just because the leather, and she looked really hot. But I talked to her last night, we hung out and...I'm in love."

"Well, it's a good thing then."

"What?"

"She told me she thinks your hot."

"Really?" Angel nodded in response and Conner smiled. "She thinks I'm hot. She is so mine!" He said, already celebrating his victory. He returned to his video game as Angel sat in the lobby with his friends.

"That was so like The Godfather." Gunn said to Faith.

"I'm gonna have to go with Goodfellas on this one babe."

"You're both wrong." Wesley interrupted. "Donnie Brasco."

"Mmm...Johnny Depp." Cordelia said, gaining a look from both Angel and Groo. "Hello. He's hot."

"Who is this...Johnny Depp?" Groo asked and Angel snorted, gaining a look from the people at the table.

"So, Angel? What do you think?" Gunn asked. "You've been around since, like, the mob was created. You think that chick's father...?"

"Would it honestly surprise you?"

"Man! This town kicks ass! We've got demons, we've got vampires, actors, karaoke, and now mobsters!"

"Who's a monster?" Conner asked, coming into the area. Angel sighed.

"Mobster." Gunn corrected.

"Son, you might want to sit down." Angel said, gaining a weird look from Conner as he did what he was told.