Good To See You
by AngelChase
The first thing he noticed when he walked inside the hotel was Cordelia. She was wearing a short leather skirt and a purple silk blouse. He thought she looked simply beautiful. Her long hair shone every time she cocked her head or nodded, according to what her conversation with Wesley required.
"Morning, Cordy," Gunn said. She flashed him a bright smile. Beautiful indeed, Gunn thought. He remembered how gorgeous she looked wearing sweatpants and a white cotton sweater. It wasn't about the outfits. It was all about the girl.
"It's good to see you," she said as she headed upstairs. "I'm waking up Angel. Wish me luck. It's not an easy task lately."
"Good luck!" Gunn exclaimed cheerfully as he watched her go up the stairs. Cordelia turned to look at him with one raised eyebrow, surprised by his enthusiasm. He sounded chirpy. Cordelia shrugged and continued walking toward Angel's room.
"Good morning, Gunn," Wesley greeted him, trying to get the man's attention. He didn't seem to have noticed him on his way in.
"Hi, Wes," he said when Cordelia disappeared out of his sight. He sat across Wesley's desk, smiling happily.
"What's going on?" Wesley asked. Gunn seemed to be fascinated with Cordelia, that was obvious. But he wanted to know what the exact situation was. He sensed that intra-office dating would be involved.
"She said it was good to see me," Gunn said, satisfied with the compliment.
"I guess she meant that it was good to see you here. Safe. She's been repeating over and over that she saved your life," Wesley explained, rubbing his temples as he remembered Cordelia's speech about choosing a lifestyle and setting the priorities in life. He got up to get an aspirin.
"She just said that it was good to see me. She didn't say HERE. Can't blame her for being honest," Gunn told him.
"What?" Wesley asked as he poured himself more tea. He wondered what was Gunn talking about and how much more would his head hurt.
"You know. It's good to see me. Simply to see me: tall, athletic, charming me," Gunn said as cockily flexed his left arm to show off his muscles. "Does she like basketball?"
Wesley took two aspirins instead of one and drank up his tea. "Basketball?"
"Yeah, there's a game tomorrow and I was thinking that maybe we could go..." Gunn commented.
"Well, that sounds like fun. We haven't done anything that qualifies as leisure lately," Wesley nodded, happy that the pain in his head was starting to disappear.
"WE?" Gunn asked. "Sorry, man. I meant me and Cordelia," Gunn apologized.
"Oh," Wesley sat back at his desk. "Just the two of you," he trailed off.
"Well, I owe her something for saving my life. I know she did it because she likes me, but I still need to thank her," Gunn said. "I was thinking cool seats, food later, maybe checking out some band later if she wants to... then..."
"Ok, I get it," Wesley said, raising his hand in order to prevent him from giving him more details. Gunn stopped, knowing that sharing details wasn't the Englishman's forte.
"We help the helpless, you know," Wesley continued.
"Yeah. Why do you think I come here? Tea? No, man," Gunn laughed, not really getting what Wesley was trying to point out.
"Well, it seems you have other reasons to come here now," Wesley cocked his head and pointed upstairs.
"Oh yeah..." Gunn admitted. Wesley gave him an icy look. "Hey, she's a hottie, ok? Even you can't deny that. Besides, it's good to work somewhere when you feel wanted-- appreciated."
"That's what I was saying. We help the helpless. Cordelia had a vision and it involved you. She went to help you because that's what she does. I'm not saying she doesn't care about you. I'm just suggesting that maybe you shouldn't read too much into her efforts for saving you," Wesley explained, using a soft tone that he hope would prevent Gunn from becoming irritated.
"What's your problem?" was all that Gunn said bitterly. He got up from his chair and walked to the counter. "She likes me. We're not best friends yet and I am sorry I don't have the kind of confidence that you or Angel have with her, but I am not part of the job either."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." Wesley said. "Look, all I want is for you not to get your hopes to high, that's it. It's never good to be let down, specially when you turn out to miss a shot with someone like Cordelia," he explained with a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
"I like her. If she isn't interested, it will suck big time. It may be a long shot, but I have to find out," Gunn said, calmer after Wesley's sincere explanation.
"Find out what?" Cordelia's voice startled them. She was at the bottom of the stairs, looking at them with curiosity.
"Hi, there," Gunn waved at her. Cordelia raised an eyebrow again. "Ok, you are starting to freak me out. You're spending too much time with Wesley."
"Hey!" the watcher protested. Cordelia stuck her tongue out at him and laughed.
"You do the weird stuff. Staring, tensing up. Don't start passing it out to him," she told Wes. "And you," she addressed Gunn. "Run while you are still cool," she giggled. Gunn laughed with her. "We're out of blood. I'll be back in half an hour," she informed Wesley as she picked up her purse.
"See? I'm cool," Gunn whispered to Wesley with a huge smile on his face. Wesley sat back and rubbed his temples again as Cordelia walked toward the main door and Gunn ran after her.
"Yo, Cordy, wait up," he said. He reached the door and opened it for her. She stepped outside, smiling at him in appreciation for the gesture. "So... do you like basketball?"
