Wesley teapot fic
Apr. 15th, 2005 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cheesymiceI've been toying around with this idea for awhile but finally came up with something tonight. You know the blue and white teapot that Wes keeps at the office? It shows up in Seasons 3 and 5. Ever wonder where it came from? Well, I wonder about these things! I also wanted cake this evening. :P
Early AtS Season 2, Rated G. Fluffy. No pastries were harmed in the creation of this story. Yet.
“Oh, my God. This is amazing. Wesley, will you marry me?” Cordelia asked before shoveling another forkful of cake in her mouth.
“Mmmmm, you know, if I have much more of this I’ll experience perfect happiness and Angelus will just keep him chained up in the kitchen so Wes can bake for us all day.” Angel’s words were a bit muffled, since his mouth was full of chocolatey goodness. “Where did you learn how to do this?”
Wesley blushed and smiled as he placed a slice of cake on his own plate. “It was my Great Aunt Katherine’s recipe. I sometimes would stay at her home between school terms when I was a boy. Oh, how I used to dread returning to the Academy and to the gruel that they sadistically called food. Auntie was quite the gastronomist.”
“She was a doctor? Wow, I would have thought she could make a fortune in the bakery business if she baked like this.” Cordelia said as she licked chocolate from her fingers.
Wesley couldn’t help rolling his eyes. “Not gastroenterologist, gastronomist. She was a gourmet, a connoisseur of fine food.”
“Well, whatever she was, she knew good cake.” Cordelia was already slicing herself another large piece. “I’m going to have to live on celery and water for the next month if I eat this, aren’t I?” She considered it for a minute, decided the sacrifice was worth it, and dove in.
Angel was diving into his second slice as well. “Not that I’m one to look a gateau horse in the mouth, but why did you bring this today?”
Wesley put down his fork, his smile fading. “I received several packages from England yesterday.” He stood up, walked over to the desk and reached into a cardboard box. He retrieved a blue and white teapot.
“A teapot? I know you’re English and all, but how many of those do you really need?” Cordelia asked between bites.
“It was Auntie Kate’s teapot.” Wesley spoke wistfully as he cradled the teapot in his hands. “The days I spent at her home were some of the most cherished of my youth. When she served tea it was always accompanied by some magnificent confection. This cake was my favorite. But she did more than feed my appetite at teatime--she fed my mind and my imagination. She told fascinating tales of her world travels that left me, a child with a real world knowledge of demons and magic, enthralled. She would send me the most marvelous books to read, pulp novels filled with murder and intrigue and adventure that Mother and Father never would have allowed in the house, but because the packages came from dear, sweet, unassuming Great Aunt Katherine they were passed on to me without question.” Wesley grew thoughtful. “She was an amazing woman, so much more than what she appeared to be, or what others wanted her to be. I didn’t see much of her after I left for University. My time was increasingly occupied by my studies and then by Council business. I’m ashamed to say that for awhile I forgot about her.”
After a moment Angel asked softly, “She died, didn’t she?”
Wesley nodded. “Yes. Last month. Father and Mother neglected to inform me of it then. I suppose they forgot how much time I had spent with her. She left me a small collection of books and this teapot.” Wesley placed the teapot on the desk and smiled. “The recipe for the cake fell out of the first book I opened last night. It seemed that Auntie was telling me it was time I learned how to make it myself.”
“I think I like Auntie Kate. Sounds like she knew a good thing when she saw it—or a good person.” Angel smiled. Wesley smiled back gratefully.
Cordelia finally broke the silence that followed. “Hey, you know what we need with this cake? Tea. In your new, old teapot! Let’s fill that thing up and see how she brews.” she said brightly.
Wesley sighed. “Well, I was going to suggest that before you attacked the cake plate like a ravenous Grooknar beast.”
“I did not!” Cordelia protested furiously.
“You said, and I quote, ‘Chocolate cake, oh my God, oh my God, you brought chocolate cake, I so need chocolate today, gimme gimme,’ and then you wrenched it out of my hands before I could utter a word about tea.” Wesley countered.
"Well excuse me for having one of those oh-so-pleasant skull-splitting visions this morning and needing a little comfort food!" Cordelia huffed.
"Guys? Tea?" Angel tried to interrupt.
"You call those two enormous slabs of cake you inhaled a little comfort food?" Wesley interjected.
Cordelia's jaw dropped in disbelief.
"Hey, hey, are we going to have tea or are you two going to argue all afternoon?" Angel tried again.
Cordelia and Wesley stared defiantly at each other.
"Fine. Tea." Cordelia muttered, her hands on her hips.
"Yes." Wesley uttered, eyes narrowed.
"Good." Angel said.
Suddenly Angel grinned mischievously and picked up the cake. "I'll just go and finish this then."
"HEY!!" Cordelia and Wesley yelled as they both ran after Angel.
Early AtS Season 2, Rated G. Fluffy. No pastries were harmed in the creation of this story. Yet.
“Oh, my God. This is amazing. Wesley, will you marry me?” Cordelia asked before shoveling another forkful of cake in her mouth.
“Mmmmm, you know, if I have much more of this I’ll experience perfect happiness and Angelus will just keep him chained up in the kitchen so Wes can bake for us all day.” Angel’s words were a bit muffled, since his mouth was full of chocolatey goodness. “Where did you learn how to do this?”
Wesley blushed and smiled as he placed a slice of cake on his own plate. “It was my Great Aunt Katherine’s recipe. I sometimes would stay at her home between school terms when I was a boy. Oh, how I used to dread returning to the Academy and to the gruel that they sadistically called food. Auntie was quite the gastronomist.”
“She was a doctor? Wow, I would have thought she could make a fortune in the bakery business if she baked like this.” Cordelia said as she licked chocolate from her fingers.
Wesley couldn’t help rolling his eyes. “Not gastroenterologist, gastronomist. She was a gourmet, a connoisseur of fine food.”
“Well, whatever she was, she knew good cake.” Cordelia was already slicing herself another large piece. “I’m going to have to live on celery and water for the next month if I eat this, aren’t I?” She considered it for a minute, decided the sacrifice was worth it, and dove in.
Angel was diving into his second slice as well. “Not that I’m one to look a gateau horse in the mouth, but why did you bring this today?”
Wesley put down his fork, his smile fading. “I received several packages from England yesterday.” He stood up, walked over to the desk and reached into a cardboard box. He retrieved a blue and white teapot.
“A teapot? I know you’re English and all, but how many of those do you really need?” Cordelia asked between bites.
“It was Auntie Kate’s teapot.” Wesley spoke wistfully as he cradled the teapot in his hands. “The days I spent at her home were some of the most cherished of my youth. When she served tea it was always accompanied by some magnificent confection. This cake was my favorite. But she did more than feed my appetite at teatime--she fed my mind and my imagination. She told fascinating tales of her world travels that left me, a child with a real world knowledge of demons and magic, enthralled. She would send me the most marvelous books to read, pulp novels filled with murder and intrigue and adventure that Mother and Father never would have allowed in the house, but because the packages came from dear, sweet, unassuming Great Aunt Katherine they were passed on to me without question.” Wesley grew thoughtful. “She was an amazing woman, so much more than what she appeared to be, or what others wanted her to be. I didn’t see much of her after I left for University. My time was increasingly occupied by my studies and then by Council business. I’m ashamed to say that for awhile I forgot about her.”
After a moment Angel asked softly, “She died, didn’t she?”
Wesley nodded. “Yes. Last month. Father and Mother neglected to inform me of it then. I suppose they forgot how much time I had spent with her. She left me a small collection of books and this teapot.” Wesley placed the teapot on the desk and smiled. “The recipe for the cake fell out of the first book I opened last night. It seemed that Auntie was telling me it was time I learned how to make it myself.”
“I think I like Auntie Kate. Sounds like she knew a good thing when she saw it—or a good person.” Angel smiled. Wesley smiled back gratefully.
Cordelia finally broke the silence that followed. “Hey, you know what we need with this cake? Tea. In your new, old teapot! Let’s fill that thing up and see how she brews.” she said brightly.
Wesley sighed. “Well, I was going to suggest that before you attacked the cake plate like a ravenous Grooknar beast.”
“I did not!” Cordelia protested furiously.
“You said, and I quote, ‘Chocolate cake, oh my God, oh my God, you brought chocolate cake, I so need chocolate today, gimme gimme,’ and then you wrenched it out of my hands before I could utter a word about tea.” Wesley countered.
"Well excuse me for having one of those oh-so-pleasant skull-splitting visions this morning and needing a little comfort food!" Cordelia huffed.
"Guys? Tea?" Angel tried to interrupt.
"You call those two enormous slabs of cake you inhaled a little comfort food?" Wesley interjected.
Cordelia's jaw dropped in disbelief.
"Hey, hey, are we going to have tea or are you two going to argue all afternoon?" Angel tried again.
Cordelia and Wesley stared defiantly at each other.
"Fine. Tea." Cordelia muttered, her hands on her hips.
"Yes." Wesley uttered, eyes narrowed.
"Good." Angel said.
Suddenly Angel grinned mischievously and picked up the cake. "I'll just go and finish this then."
"HEY!!" Cordelia and Wesley yelled as they both ran after Angel.
