Kyle and Angel, backdated

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After talking to Ben Russell in the infirmary, Angel goes to find Kyle so that she can get some 'normal'. As far as normal ever goes around the mansion.



"Kyle! Open up!" Angel shouted, banging on her friends door impatiently. She had a box of "In Case of Emergency, Eat These" under her arm and she had a rather wild look to her. She had just come up from the infirmary and talking to Mr. Russell – Ben – and she needed some solid, normal company. Well, as normal as Kyle could get anyway. "If you're not decent, I'm going to be forced to eat the emergency rations out in the hall!"

A laundry basket, piled with freshly folded clothes and topped with warm towels came down the hall, with Kyle's hair and eyes peering over the stack. "Dude, how long have you been out there?" He had heard the knocking and then his name being called as he came up the stairs. "Those better not be nasty ass purple donut rations. What's up?"

"There's this guy and ... future ... argh, give me your laundry, you open the door." Angel set down the box of emergency food and reached for the tower of laundry. There was a moment of juggling before she staggered back, having to hold it lower on her body than Kyle had. Unlike with him, none of her peeped out. "A weird guy fell through the ceiling in the Danger Room nearly on top of me and apparently he's my future husband from another universe. Hey, these smell good, what are you using?"

"Did you even breathe while you said all that?" Kyle took the mountainous stack of towels off the laundry basket and tucked them under his arm while he unlocked the door with the other hand. "Um. That arm and hammer stuff. No stinky scents and it's cheap. I'm gonna ignore the rest of that until we put the laundry basket down and get your box of food and when my weird-o-meter goes back down to a nice normal four, instead of the eleventy-billion that you just sent it up to."

"Your weird-o-meter? What do you think mine's doing?" She shook her head as she trotted in behind him. Despite her words, Angel felt herself relaxing now she was in familiar surroundings. It was odd but despite the energy level that she and Kyle tended to share, she couldn't stay anxious or upset long with him around. She found him relaxing because he got her.

Angel found her favorite spot on the floor and slumped bonelessly to the ground. "I'm serious, Dr. Grey-Summers told me he was telling the truth. They're doing all sorts of medical things on him now and he didn't try to hurt me. But dude, he's like old!"

"Old like, Sean Connery old, or old like thirty old?" Kyle asked as he put the overfilled basket on the floor and then dropped onto the couch, with Shamu immediately hopping up to sit on Kyle's chest and purr loudly. "So, this dude shows up, he's from another universe -and- your future husband? Or, uh, other-universe you's husband? In the future, which is the other universe's now?" He pressed his fingers to his temples and groaned. "One, dude, that's confusing. Two, that's fucking weird."

In response, Angel rubbed her own forehead. "Oh man, I think you made my brain meats even more painful. No, it's like - he's from another dimension with another me, right? And over there, she's sick. Like, going to die sick, not just have some asprin and ice cream sick. And so he's been bouncing around universes to find a way to cure her. But there's some weird mojo with the times? And he's like Mr. Summers' age. So not so old but, still."

She took in a deep breath and grimaced. "Also, I think other me? Married a total dork. A hot, for an old guy, dork but still."

Shamu walked up Kyle's chest and over his shoulder to peer down at Angel, and gave a peeping meow before hopping down to sit on her stomach. "Traitor cat!" Kyle muttered, and rolled over to peer down at Angel himself. "Forge style dork or Mondo style dork?" He asked. "And he's come here.. why? He doesn't like, need your kidneys or anything, does he?"

"Forge style dork" was the immediate answer as Angel immediately did as the cat wished and started to pay attention to Shamu. She was more of a dog person than a cat person but Shamu was awesome. She carefully laid on her back so the cat could kneed at her stomach and Angel made a face up at Kyle. "I think Dr. Grey-Summers would have warned me and besides, hey, no touchee! Those are mine! I like all my bits in one place, thanks. Ben - his name is Ben Russell - got here by accident, apparently. Kind of like a cosmic pinball."

"So he's here by accident and he married old you in another universe. So what's the what? I mean, are they gonna send him home or something? I mean, if he could get here, he knows how to get... back... sorta? Or is he stuck here? He's not all like bad Lifetime movie with the trying to get in your pants or anything, right? Because I'm pretty sure someone would kick his ass for that, and it might be me." Kyle asked, while watching Shamu walk around in a circle on Angel's stomach. "Also, why does my cat love everyone more than me? I totally feed him!"

Angel winced as Shamu decided the best place evar to kneed was right on her chest. She gently picked him up and put him back on her stomach. "I don't know - I got shooed out, with good reason, and I still think they're poking and prodding his mind, yeah?" She wrinkled her nose at Kyle before grinning. "Aw, and thanks. After you, there'd be a really long line of people because, ew, gross. I think it flusters him that I'm so much younger than his wife which is a good thing."

She patted Shamu on the head and was rewarded with a waving of paws towards her fingers. "And I think he thinks I smell good."

Kyle scratched his head. "The cat, or the weird dude?" Not that he disagreed, most girls smelled good, it was one of those girl sorts of things. Angel smelled like chlorine and weirdstuffium and usually donuts and fruit. "So, do we get to go be all "If you hurt her, I will hurt your face?" or can I just totally glare if I see some weird dude in the hallway?

"Shamu because if Ben thinks I smell good, I'm going to let you do more than just threaten to hurt his face. For right now, though, I'd stick with glaring in the hallways. He's kind of jumpy to begin with." She thunked her head on the carpet and groaned. "Man, does this top demons? I can't tell since I haven't seen any of those."

"I dunno, I think I missed demons too." Kyle said, scratching his head. "I can't remember any demons anyway. I don't think it tops crazy pit of pork and giant pinball machine though. That's pretty up there on the weird shit o meter." He flopped forward onto the arm of the sofa. "Okay, no scaring the weird dude. Besides, you brought box o' food and we need to raid it and play Smash Bros. No melting the controller this time." Okay, it had been the -one- time. A year ago. But it was his duty to never, ever, ever let Angel live it down.

Grumbling, Angel stretched out and poked Kyle in the side with her foot - it took a bit of twisting but she managed it without knocking the cat off her chest. "Dude, is this going to go on the things that you'll never let me live down as well?" she whined, finally sitting up. Shamu protested for a moment by clinging on stubbornly until he grew bored and decided to chase a lint ball. "The controller turning into slag, the whole 'You have ears!' thing...now the guy from the other dimension."

Kyle nodded.

Angel pointed a finger sternly at his nose. "In retaliation, I'm so going to kick your butt at this game. So there."