The Universe's Mixer

To say that Fred was a little unsure about this was an understatement. She hadn't really thought he'd agree to the job offer, and she knew well she didn't exactly have the right to offer a job to anyone. But, she also knew that Sam needed to do something, and that Angel understood that need. Heroes were heroes, and Sam and Angel had that much in common.

Now, not wanting to send either male into the fray, because she had a bad feeling there would be something of a fray, or at least a fracas, she decided that she should be there, at least to make introductions anyway. She was even pleased that she didn't have to bring Angel all the way to the Hospital - Sam got permission to leave not long after the coffee. Maybe it was magic coffee, or maybe the time dilation that occurred in the City were enough to create a better environment for quick healing - she was leaning to the second theory.

So, there she was with Sam, looking for Angel.

"Angel?" She didn't see the new receptionist, but that didn't mean the woman wasn't around somewhere. "Angel? I have someone I'd like you to meet?"

She mumbled much softer, "Someone you already met, but now he's alive and can talk fine..." Hopefully human Angel didn't hear that, and Sam was too tall to catch it.