Back I am. Mwahaa! It's been a while, no? Well, I hope this makes up for it ^_^ Enjoy.

All characters are © Jossie.

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Angel sat in the lobby looking up the stairs, where Wes and Cordy were clearing out all the DBZ memorabilia they could find. Gunn and Fred stood in front of him, ready to keep him on the couch if it became necessary.

"You guys can't!"

"That's where you're wrong, dawg."

Gunn gave her a funny look.

"Whaat? I thought you said I could use that one."

"No, no, no. I said you couldn't."

"Oh. heh, sorry. I won't do it again."

"Good."

Angel cleared his throat.

"Right," Fred said. "We can. And we are."

"But, but!"

"No buts. You can't keep doing this, Angel. You're our Champion, not our scary little obsessed guy."

Angel frowned.

Meanwhile, upstairs Wes and Cordy were filling up bags upon bags of DBZ pictures, fanfics, action figures and the like.

Cordy opened the closet door to find a massive stack of paper. "Sheesh, now I know where all the printer paper went."

Wes threw the last few action figures from the shelf into the trash bag. "Indeed."

Cordy grabbed another trash bag and started stuffing paper in. "Do you think he'll ever give this stuff up? You know, the whole being obsessed with things deal."

"It's doubtful."

A minute or so later.

"Well, I'm all out of trash bags. Want to take this stuff down?"

"We might as well."

Angel sat on the couch, pouting, while Cordy and Wes began rolling the bags down the stairs. Gunn and Fred took those bags and dragged them outside to the dumpster.

"It's not fair, I tell you."

"Oh, be quiet, Angel. You know we're only doing this because we care," Cordy said giving the last bag a nice kick to help it along.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"It's just going in the dumpster anyway."

Angel frowned.

"She's right, you know," Wes said as he threw a bag over his shoulder. "...About the caring not the---well, actually, she's right about that too, however! We wouldn't be trying to help if we didn't care." He paused. "So stop pouting."

Cordy walked into the hotel and sat her keys on the counter. She slipped off her jacket and walked into Wes' office for and Angel Update©.

"Good morning," he said without looking up from his reading.

"How is he?" she asked leaning against the doorframe and looking up the stairs.

"He still hasn't come down."

"It's been a week."

"I know." He looked up and took off his glasses. "But none of us have been able to get him out of there."

She paused and then smiled. "I might have an idea."

She made her way to his room and knocked. There was no answer. She opened the door and walked over to Angel, who was sitting in the dark in his chair.

"Hey."

".Hey."

"You know, I was thinking--"

"I don't want to go anywhere."

"What, are you psychic now?"

Angel smirked.

"It's a really good movie though. It's been getting great reviews." A pause. "Well?"

"."

"Angel! C'mon! We're going to miss the movie!" Cordy yelled up the stairs.

"I'm coming!"

"Well, I must hand it to you, Cordellia. I never thought he'd leave that room."

"Thanks, Wes. I just have skillz."

"Riiight."

Angel came down the stairs. Cordy let out a whistle.

"So how do I look?"

"Boy, have you looked in a mirror late---well, I guess not, huh? Heh." Cordy paused. "But you look great."

"Thanks. I guess."

In the car after the movie:

"That movie was tight!"

Gunn gave Fred another look.

"Whaaat?"

"I agree, Fred. It was a very good movie."

"Yeah, I liked it too. Those fighting scenes were pretty good. I was just pissed that the next part won't be out for a while." She looked over to the driver's seat. "What did you think about it, Angel?"

Angel shrugged. "It was okay--very long--but okay."

"You didn't like it!?"

"I didn't say that. It just wasn't that great."

Cordy smirked. "I just don't get you sometimes."

Weeks passed and things seemed to go well--well, 'seemed' being the key word. No one knew, but up in Angel's room...

"Preccciiiooous..."

Angel is sitting next to his bed, looking at something in his hand. It was a plain, dull, gold ring. Nothing special about it. But Angel had a strange fixation with it...

"Have you guys seen Angel?" Cordy asked, hands on hips.

"Now that you mention it, not today," said Gunn. "Why?"

"I wanted to ask him out to dinner. Kind of a 'yay-for-you-non-obsessed- boy' kind of a thing."

"Oh, well...hrm...Fred?"

"Hrm? Oh, I think I saw him--"

Just then, Angel walked by them. Seemingly oblivious to them.

"Angel!" Cordy said with a smile.

"..." He kept walking.

"Angel?!"

He stopped and turned around. "You can see me? No! No you can't!" He held out his hand. "I have THE ring!"

They all frowned.

"Angel, give me the ring." Cordy gave him The Look©.

"No! It's my ring!!!"

Gunn and Wes tackled Angel.

Cordy looked away and sighed. "I knew I should have taken you to see Lord Of the Rings..."

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Done! Not as good as the last installment, but still decent ^_^ Tell me whatcha think! (Btw, danke to Fifer for her help ^_^)