AUTHOR: -AND- (aka ANDO / ANDREA)
SUMMARY: Cordelia travels back in time to save the man she loves.
POSTED: 9 Sep 2003
CATEGORY: Time Travel / Angst
WARNINGS: None Listed
1) To all the guys at the Writer’s Union, you rock muchly and thanks for all your help
2) The main part of this story is set in between the end of Season 3 on BTVS and the start of Season 1 on Angel.
Sunnydale – 1 July 1999 10.28 pm
It was a typical hot and sticky July evening. The sun hadn’t long set. It was the only time of the year that it was relatively safe to go out at night as vampire activity was at a minimum. Angel walked alone down the alley outside the Bronze, he was on his way to met up with Buffy and the others. They had planned a quick patrol and then a trip to the Bronze. Angel didn’t really feel like going to the club, just being there brought back memories of time spent there with Buffy, when they were together. Things were tense between them right now, making the vampire feel more uncomfortable. Also making Angel feel uncomfortable was the smell in the alley, two dumpsters were overflowing with garbage, filling his vampire senses with decaying leftovers from unwanted meals.
Angel was suddenly hit by the realisation that someone or something was following him. He wasn’t sure who it was but he intended to find out. He quickened his pace but then suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Spinning around sharply he came face to face with an unknown masked figure dressed from head to toe in black. Angel took a moment to study the figure, the posture was tense, almost nervous looking but wasn’t aggressive. Another thing he noticed was this person was female, certain ample assets gave that fact away.
Seconds ticked by and neither one moved. Angel tensed, waiting for her to make the first move. He noticed a tiny flash of white light and suddenly she was right in front of him. The would-be attacker pulled out a needle and made a move to try and plunge it into Angel’s neck.
“Oh no you don’t,” a voice called out from behind.
The masked figure turned around to find Buffy, Xander, Willow and Cordelia standing behind them.
“Damn it,” the attacker whispered, turning back towards Angel. After a beat, she tried to make a run for it, heading toward the alley exit past the Scooby gang. Xander had other ideas though and stuck out this foot sending the masked figure to the ground and smashing the needle on the floor.
“Noooooo!” she yelled out as the needle’s contents seeped onto the tarmac.
Angel grabbed the figure from the floor and got hold of her by the arms. Buffy advanced forward flanked by the others.
“Now let’s see who you are shall we?” the slayer said as she yanked of the black mask revealing a slightly different looking Cordelia Chase.
“Cordelia?” Xander questioned.
“Thank you Xander, you just killed Angel!” Cordelia spat back. Why was nothing straightforward in her life?
“What?” Buffy said, staring at Angel just to make sure he was all right.
“Angel, can you let go of me please?” Cordy asked her captor.
“How do we know it’s really you?” Buffy asked. Something wasn’t quite right with this version of Cordelia but Buffy couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
“I guess you’ll just have to trust me,” Cordy replied. Angel turned Cordelia around to face him but didn’t release his grip on her.
“You’re me, how can you be me?” the younger Cordelia asked. Seeing another version of herself was freaking her out.
“Why were you trying to kill Angel?” Willow asked.
“I wasn’t trying to kill Angel, Xander just help do that! I was trying to save Angel,” Cordelia stated. “You really can let go of me you know Angel, I don’t have any more needles on me. You can frisk me if you like?” She raised an eyebrow and waiting for a response.
“Okay,” Xander said, stepping forward.
Angel found himself growling for some unknown reason.
“I was talking to Angel you dumbass,” Cordy replied as Angel finally released her. She squatted down, examining the broken pieces of the needle. She put a hand into the front right hand pocket of her pants and pulled out a small bag. She carefully put a small piece of glass with a small sample of what used to be the contents of the needle into the bag.
“What are you doing that for?” Buffy inquired.
“Well, I just thought that maybe Wesley could maybe recreate some more here if he had a sample,” Cordy told the puzzled slayer.
“I’m sorry! I must have misheard you cos I thought you said you thought Wesley could recreate some more of the stuff!” Xander stated.
“That is what I said,” Cordy replied. Suddenly she twigged about why Xander had said that. This was 1999. Wesley was still in his run away and scream like a girl form. This was going to be harder than she thought. “Wesley has changed, he’s not like he was anymore.”
“Oh really?” Buffy questioned.
“Yeah really and he’s not the only one who’s changed,” Cordy replied.
Suddenly something or someone set off Buffy’s slayer senses. Both spinning around she and Cordy saw a vampire had got hold of the younger version of Cordelia.
“Hey, put her down!” the time travelling Cordelia yelled.
“Stay out of this half breed!” the vamp yelled back.
“Sorry can’t do that,” came the seer’s reply.
She turned back and slipped a hand in Angel’s duster pocket and pulled out a stake. “I just need to borrow this!” she whispered.
Angel was too shocked to say anything.
She turned back around and ran forward, “Cordelia,” she shouted, “Duck.” The other Cordelia did as she was told as the seer from the future leapt into the air wrapping both legs around the vamps head. She used her strength to flip him over so he landed onto his back and she was effectively doing the splits on top of him. “See ya fang breath,” she said as she plunged the borrowed stake into his heart turning him to dust. Cordy dropped to the floor so she was now actually doing the splits. Everyone else was now looking at her like she was crazy. What was she going to do?
She raised both hands in the air and shouted, “Ta da!”
“Wow, did you see that? I kicked that vamps ass!” the younger version of Cordelia said.
“She did the splits,” Xander said, looking rather excited.
“Show off,” Willow muttered under her breath.
Angel said nothing. He stepped forward and offered his hand to Cordy to help her up. She accepted his offer and got up, flashing her one hundred watt smile at him. “Thanks and I believe this is yours,” she said as she returned the stake to him.
“How did you know I kept a stake in that pocket?” Angel asked.
“You’d be surprised how much I know about you Angel,” she replied, flashing him that smile again.
Angel gulped. Just what was that supposed to mean?
“Well, we better get you home,” she stated to Angel.
“Huh?” Buffy said.
“I’m going to take Angel home,” Cordy repeated. “Have you got a problem with that?”
“Actually I have,” the slayer replied.
“I don’t see why,” Cordy said nonchalantly.
“You appear out of thin air with no explanation of how or why you’re here and just expect us to let you go off with Angel?” Buffy replied.
“Pretty much,” Cordy shrugged, she knew this was going to be more difficult than she’d originally planned. Her original plan had been simple. Inject Angel, get in, get out, nobody especially Angel got hurt. Now thanks to Xander that plan had gone up in smoke. Her plan was in tatters but she was Cordelia Chase, she’d worked too hard for too long for her to let this small hick up get in the way. She’d just had to come up with a new plan, a better plan, a Xander-proof plan, if there was such a thing.
“Trust me, ain’t going to happen.” Buffy stated.
“I didn’t think so but you can’t blame a girl for trying,” Cordy said. “Come with us if you must, but Angel needs to get out of here right now.”
“Why is he,” the other Cordelia paused as she pointed to the vampire, “So important?”
“Why? What’s going to happen?” Angel asked, ignoring Cordelia’s question.
“I can’t tell you. I need you to trust me,” the seer tried again. She needed a break, needed someone to trust her. She needed Angel to trust her. Her Angel trusted her but this wasn’t her Angel. Not yet anyway.
“I say we do what she says,” Cordelia spoke up.
“You would. It’s a different version of you.” Xander replied.
“Yeah, a kick ass version of me so unless you want your ass kicked I suggest we do what she says,” the brunette stated.
“She has a point,” Willow said. “She does seem keen to get him home.”
“What if it’s a trap Will?” Buffy asked.
“Oh for crap’s sake, it’s not a trap. One last time people, I’m trying to save Angel here, if I wanted to hurt him I could have staked him back there.” Cordy shook her head. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“How do we know it’s really you?” Buffy questioned.
“Oh you want proof now. Hmm, let me think about that,” she paused for a moment, thinking of something to prove who she was. She hit upon an idea. She walked back towards Angel, moved up really close to him and whispered in his ear.
The vampire’s eyes went wide. “How did you know that? I’ve never told anybody that.”
“Well gee, why does that not surprise me? If that was my favourite song, I wouldn’t tell anybody either,” she flashed him another smile.
“I think we should trust her,” Angel said. “Let’s go.”
“Finally,” Cordy replied.
They started to walk off towards the mansion. Cordy fell into step by the side of Angel. Buffy, Willow, Xander and the other Cordelia followed behind.
“What do you think she told him?” Cordelia pondered out loud.
“Don’t know, but I intend to find out,” Buffy said.
“Is that such a good idea?” Willow asked.
“I’m thinking no!” Xander replied.
“So, how do you know that piece of information?” Angel questioned as they walked.
“You told me,” Cordy replied. “Or rather you sang it at a bar.”
“There are three things I don’t do. I don’t ..” was all Angel got out before Cordy interrupted him.
“You don’t date, you don’t tan and you don’t sing in public. I know,” Cordy rolled her eyes at the past version of the man she loved with all her heart. He really was a dork but god did she miss him.
“How did you know I was going to say that?” The vampire asked.
“Because you told me it before,” Cordy replied. “Contra to popular belief, I do listen when you speak. Well not you exactly, my version of you.”
“So where is your version of me? How come he didn’t come with you to save me?”
”He couldn’t, he’s ..” Cordy trailed off, unsure of how to finish the sentence. She really didn’t want to tell him too much. Too much information, led to too many questions. Questions, Cordelia wasn’t ready to answer right now.
“Why not?” Angel pushed further.
“He just couldn’t okay,” Cordy snapped, a little harder than she’d meant to. “Sorry, I wish I could tell you more but I don’t want to screw up the timeline or anything like that.”
“I understand,” Angel replied.
“My plan’s been shot to hell. I just need to stay with you until tomorrow and then I can return to my own time,” The brunette stated. “Roll on tomorrow.”
“Why is the second of July so important?” Buffy asked.
“It’s not. It’s the second of August tomorrow right?” Cordy questioned.
“Nope, it’s July,” Xander replied.
Cordy stopped dead in her tracks. “Please tell me this is some sort of joke?”
Angel looked at the young woman. She was silently pleading with him to tell her something he couldn’t. It was July not August like she thought.
“No,” Angel almost whispered.
“Oh Crap!” Cordelia said. “Thank you Jack, you’ve screwed up royally.”
“Who’s Jack?” Angel asked.
“The person who helped me travel back in time to get here,” Cordelia said, she was starting to get pissed. First the plan had backfired big time and now this. It was the wrong freaking month. “Shit,” she muttered as the reality of the situation hit her. She couldn’t stay here for a whole month, being here with Angel was already pulling at her heart strings.
“So what are you going to do now?” Buffy asked.
“I’ll have to perform the spell to send me back to my own time and I’ll come back in a month’s time,” Cordelia stated. “It shouldn’t be too complicated to do that. I have the spell in my pocket. She pulled out a white envelope from her back pocket.
“Do, you have to go so soon?” the other Cordelia asked. Having a little bit longer to think now, she had a couple of questions she wanted to ask the future version of herself.
“No point in sticking around any longer than I need to, don’t want to screw up the timeline anymore than I’ve done already. But hey, I’ll be back,” she offered a small smile to Cordelia.
Cordy began to open the envelope.
“So, that’s it? You’re going just like that?” Xander questioned.
“Pretty much,” Cordelia replied, pulling out the paper from inside the envelope. She unfolded it and read it. Her jaw dropped in disbelief. It read:
‘With compliments of Wolfram and Hart’
“Double crossing, no good, son of a bitch!” Cordy yelled out.
Lilah Morgan’s office, Wolfram and Hart
“Do you think she’s opened the envelope yet?” Lilah asked her companion.
“I think it’s a safe bet. She’s a sharp one, won’t take her too long to discover that I sent her to the wrong time,” Jack replied. He had gone over to Lilah’s office to celebrate their little victory and the fact they had gotten rid of Cordelia Chase once and for all. Jack was an extremely powerful warlock who’d been working for Wolfram and Hart for many years. He possessed many of the qualities that Lilah liked in a man, he dressed well, was very good looking but most importantly, he had power. Despite the fact that Jack had been with most of the female employees at one time or another, she still felt drawn to him, a little like the attraction she had felt towards Lindsey.
“I wish I could see her face,” Lilah said. “I bet it was a classic.”
“I think this calls for a toast,” Jack said.
“Ooh, I like your thinking,” Lilah agreed, “I have some good scotch around here somewhere.”
“Sounds good,” Jack answered.
Lilah Morgan got up from her chair and wondered over to a cabinet on the other side of her office. She opened it and pulled out a bottle. She also picked up a couple of glasses and carried them back to her desk.
Once the drinks had been poured, she picked one up and offered it to Jack.
“Thanks,” he said, “A toast then.”
“To getting rid of the enemy,” Lilah toasted. She clinked her glass with Jack’s.
“Cheers,” he replied with a smirk.
Angel’s Mansion, Sunnydale 1999
Cordelia was pacing the entire length of the living room area. It still hadn’t sunk in that she’d been double-crossed. How could she have been so stupid?
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she muttered as she walked. She paused next to the fire place, the evening was too hot for the fire to actually be needed. Right by the side of the fire was a book.
“Do you think she’s going to say another word apart from stupid anytime soon?” Willow whispered to the others, who were all sitting nervously on the couch.
“Fuck!” Cordy exclaimed.
“There’s another word for ya Will,” Xander replied.
“Am I the only one who preferred stupid?” the red head asked.
Cordelia stopped pacing and waved her hands up in the air frustration. She needed to come up with a new plan, a way to get back to her own time. She pulled off her gloves and threw them onto the floor, hoping to vent some of her anger. She failed miserably. She bent down to pick them back up. Angel appeared in front of her.
“Let me help you with that,” he said as he reached down and picked up one of the gloves.
Cordelia’s left hand was half way down as he reached out. It landed on his.
He looked down as he felt her gentle touch. He couldn’t help but notice the two rings on the third finger of her hand. Their eyes locked for a moment before she yanked her hand away as if she’d been burned.
“You’re married?” Angel questioned.
“I was,” Cordelia managed.
“What happened? Did he found out how much you love to shop and divorced ya?” Xander joked.
“He died,” Cordelia paused, shutting her eyes tightly in an attempt to stop the tears that were starting to form from falling.
The colour drained from Xander’s face, “Tell me you’re kidding?”
Cordelia opened her eyes. The look on her face told him she wasn’t. She looked physically drained as if she had the weight of the world of her shoulders. “He died on our wedding day. Can we not talk about this right now?”
“Cordy, I’m so sorry. I had no idea,” Xander apologised.
“Excuse me,” Cordelia said as she headed quickly up the stairs.
“Good one Xander,” the past version of Cordelia said. “Could you have put more of your foot into your mouth?”
“I didn’t know. Nobody did,” Xander replied.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cordelia glared at him.
“Nothing,” Xander said.
“Don’t nothing me Xander! Tell me what you meant by that?” Cordelia demanded.
“I just didn’t see you as the marrying type is all,” Xander said.
“Pfft, just because nobody in their right mind would want to marry you doesn’t mean there isn’t hope for the rest of us,” Cordelia huffed loudly.
“Shut up!” Angel yelled angrily.
“Yeah, shut up Xander,” Cordelia added.
“I meant both of you,” Angel replied crossly
“He started it,” Cordy stated.
“I don’t care who started it, I’m finishing it.” The vampire was starting to feel very pissed off.
“Angel? What’s wrong?” Buffy asked.
“With me? Nothing. With Cordelia? Definitely something,” Angel replied.
“Well duh!” Cordelia rolled her eyes, “Big mouth here has just put this foot in it big time.”
“I didn’t know,” Xander protested, one last time.
“I’m going to check on Cordelia, see if she’s all right,” Angel said.
“Why you?” Buffy asked.
“Somebody’s got to,” the vampire replied as he exited the room.
* * * * * * *
Cordelia had just finished washing her face when she sensed him entering the room. No sound was made; she just knew he was there. So many times in the past, he had crept up behind her, scaring her half to death, but not this time. “Go away Angel.”
“What? How did you know I was there?” he asked.
“I just did, now if you don’t mind I’d like to be alone,” she said, spinning around to face him.
“What’s wrong?” Angel questioned before he could stop himself.
Cordelia snorted, “Shouldn’t that be what’s gone right? It’s been one disaster after another since I got here.”
“Why is protecting me so important to you?” Angel asked bluntly.
“I can’t tell you, it just is okay?” Cordelia could feel the tears starting to prick in the corners of her eyes again. Why did Angel choose this time to get all chatty?
“What aren’t you telling me?” the vampire questioned.
“Nothing,” Cordelia rolled her eyes at him. “Or at least nothing major.”
“You coming back down?” Angel asked. He was getting nowhere with his line of questioning.
“Are the others still here?” Cordelia asked.
“I guess so, they were here when I came to you,” Angel stated.
“Then I think I’ll pass, don’t think they trust me,” Cordelia told him.
“What makes you think I trust you?” Angel asked.
“Because I know you,” Cordelia replied simply. “Underneath that dark, brooding exterior is a man I trust with my life and where I come from, you trust me with yours. And besides I think you must know you trust me in the future, how else would I know about the Manilow obsession?”
“It’s one song!” Angel defended.
“Pfft,” Cordelia replied. She gave him a half smile. “Your secret is safe with me.”
Angel gave her a half smile in return, wondering what he should say next.
“So, where will I be sleeping?” she asked suddenly.
Angel swallowed hard, “Excuse me?”
“Where will I be sleeping?” Cordelia repeated. “On the couch or is there a spare bedroom?”
“You can use one of the other bedrooms,” Angel replied.
“Thanks,” Cordy said. “I think I’ll head to bed, I’m kinda tired must be all that time travelling. Goodnight Angel, see you sometime tomorrow afternoon.”
“Goodnight Cordelia,” the vampire said. “I’m sure we can sort something out tomorrow.”
“Let’s hope so,” she replied as she left the room.
Angel just stood, staring into space for a few moments before a movement behind him caught his attention.
“Hey,” Buffy said.
“Hey,” Angel replied.
“Where’s Cordelia?” the slayer inquired.
“She’s gone to bed,” Angel answered.
“Well, just letting you know we’re going to go home now, it’s getting pretty late,” Buffy told him.
“Yeah, I guess it is kinda late,” Angel said. “Goodnight Buffy.”
“We’ll come back tomorrow,” Buffy said. She turned on her heels and left the room without waiting for a further response from her ex-boyfriend.
* * * * * *
Angel wasn’t quite sure how long he’d been watching Cordelia sleep. He should have been sleeping himself but he just couldn’t, for reasons unknown to him he felt compelled to watch her. At first her sleep had been peaceful, a small smile graced her lips but for the last couple of minutes she had become restless, the odd murmur had escaped.
The vampire carefully edged forward to get a better view.
“Angel, no!” Cordelia yelled out as she woke with a start. She sat up, not really surprised to find Angel standing in the corner of the room. In many ways he was just like her Angel but her Angel wouldn’t be still standing there now, he’d have her wrapped up in his arms right about now, whispering comforting words in her ear. This Angel was rooted to the spot, staring at her like she’d grown two heads.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Cordelia asked when it became clear he wasn’t going to start the conversation.
“I, I,” Angel stammered, unsure of exactly what to say. He’d been caught off guard by her waking up so suddenly. He’d had no time to retreat.
“Relax Angel. I don’t mind, really,” Cordelia told him.
“I better leave you do whatever you’re going to do,” Angel said, turning to leave.
“Whatever,” Cordy replied. She waited until he’d left the room to let out a deep sigh. She needed help; she needed Wesley. Getting up from the bed, she hit upon an idea. She allowed herself a small smile before she strode across the floor to the bedroom door.
Once down the stairs, she found Angel seated on the couch. She had hoped he’d gone back to his bed but no, he’d decided that now would be a good time to get up.
“Mind if I use the phone?” she asked.
“Who are you calling?” Angel asked.
“Just a friend; I think he’ll be able to help me get out of this mess,” Cordy told him.
“Go right ahead,” Angel replied.
“Thanks,” Cordelia said as she made her way to the telephone. She picked up the receiver and dialled a familiar number. It rang a couple of times before it was answered.
“Hello?” he said.
“Hi Wesley, it’s Cordelia,” she said cautiously.
“Cordelia? How did you get this number?” Wesley inquired.
“That’s a funny story,” Cordelia responded. “But I’ll have to tell you later. I need your help.”
“My help?” the ex-watcher asked.
“Yeah, can you come over to Angel’s mansion?” the seer asked.
“I’d really rather not go over to the residence of a vampire if you don’t mind. Can’t you come over here?” Wesley replied.
“No, because I’m at Angel’s right now that’s why I need you to come over,” Cordelia said hopefully. She’d forgotten that Angel wasn’t exactly Wesley’s favourite person right now.
“I’m still not convinced. Who else is there?” Wesley inquired.
“Angel,” Cordelia replied. “Please Wesley, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t really important.”
“Okay,” Wesley replied cautiously.
“Thanks Wesley, I knew I could count on you,” Cordelia said. “See you soon.”
“Goodbye Cordelia,” Wes said as he disconnected the call.
“How is Wesley going to help you?” Angel asked.
“He’s the brains of our operation, he’ll think of something,” Cordelia replied.
“He is?” Angel asked skeptically.
“Don’t sound so surprised,” Cordy said. “Do you have a tee shirt I could borrow?”
“Yeah, upstairs,” the vampire stated.
“Okay, I’ll just go help myself,” Cordelia replied, she started to move towards the stairs.
“I keep them in the…” was all Angel got out before he was interrupted.
“Third drawer down, I know,” she said.
Angel was too stunned to reply, was there nothing this woman didn’t know about him?
15 minutes later and Cordelia returned wearing Angel’s favourite tee shirt. He had a feeling she’d done it on purpose.
She sat down on the couch next to him, Angel hated to admit it but the shirt looked good on her.
“I picked this one, hope you don’t mind?” she asked, flashing him a half smile.
“Why would I mind?” the vampire questioned.
He knew, she knew. Well wasn’t that funny. “No reason,” Cordy lied.
A moment later, Wesley entered the room via the front door, which wasn’t locked.
Cordelia jumped up from the couch and ran towards him. She embraced him in a tight hug. “Wesley, it’s so good to see you.”
“Likewise,” Wesley replied, unsure of what had brought all this on.
She released him for her hold and stepped back slightly.
Wesley studied her for a moment; there was something very different about her. She’d cut her hair for starters.
“Your hair? When did this happen?”
“Long story,” she replied.
A cough was heard behind Wesley. He turned to see who it was, “Not interrupting anything am I?”
“Cordelia?” Wesley almost squeaked. Spinning around again to face the other Cordelia. “What’s going on here?”
“I’m from the future, I need your help,” Cordelia said.
* * * * * *
“So let me get this straight, you’re from the future, you came to save Angel but your plan backfired and now you’re stuck here. And not only that but you want me to help you get back to your own time?” Wesley questioned. He took off his glasses and wiped them with his handkerchief.
“That about sums it up,” Cordelia sighed heavily. She had forgotten just how much Wesley had changed over the last few years.
“Okay, but I’m going to need a little more information.” Wesley said.
“Fine, shall we go to my room?” Cordy asked.
“Why do you need to go to your room?” her past self asked.
“Because I need to talk to Wesley privately okay?” she told the past version of herself.
The other Cordelia rolled her eyes, “Whatever!”
“What are you trying to hide?” Angel asked.
“Nothing, I just need to tell Wesley a few things about the future which I think it would be best if you don’t hear, that’s all,” Cordelia answered.
“Oh,” the vampire replied.
“Shall we?” the seer asked.
“Okay,” Wesley replied. He followed Cordelia up the stairs.
“So,” the remaining Cordelia said.
“So, what are you doing here anyway?” Angel asked.
She looked at him as though he had just asked the most stupidest question in the world. “I came to find out about the future. You?” Cordelia asked, raising an eyebrow.
Angel looked back at her blankly. “I live here,” he said.
“Oh yeah.” Cordelia shrugged as she sat down on the couch. “I wonder how long it will be before she tells us?”
Cordelia and Wesley entered the room that Cordelia had slept in the night before. She quietly closed the door behind them.
“Take a seat,” Cordelia said. She extended her arm and pointed to the bed.
Wesley walked towards the bed and complied with her request by sitting on the edge.
Cordelia sat down next to him. “I don’t really know where to begin.”
“How about at the beginning?” Wesley suggested.
Cordy offered him a small smile. “I guess that’s would be a good place to start.”
“Quite,” Wesley replied.
* * * * * *
Downstairs Cordelia and Angel were still sat on the couch. Each one wondering what they should say if anything, to the other.
Without breaking the silence, Angel got up and started to head towards the stairs.
“Where are you going?” Cordelia asked.
“I left something in my room,” Angel lied.
“Yeah right! You’re going to eavesdrop on their conversation,” Cordelia replied.
“No I’m not,” Angel said.
“You so are and the only thing I’m wondering now is, why didn’t I think of that.” Cordelia stated.
“You think it’s a good idea?” the vampire asked, dropping the pretence.
“Duh!” Cordelia replied. “She isn’t exactly forthcoming with the juicy details of the future.”
“Right,” Angel said. “The only thing I know is she knows a hell of a lot about me. Things I never thought I’d tell anyone and yet she knows.”
“What’s up with that?” Cordelia asked.
“It’s throwing me off,” Angel admitted. “Her knowing all about me and I know nothing about her.”
“Well who’s fault is that? Not mine,” Cordy said. “If you’d taken more time to get to know me, rather than brooding over a certain slayer, you wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“So help me, tell me something I shouldn’t know about you? I wanna surprise her for once,” Angel said.
“What do you want to know?” Cordelia asked.
“Just something I don’t know about you yet,” Angel said.
“I’ll think of something later, we’re missing out on the good stuff. Come on,” Cordelia said, motioning for Angel to follow her.
They made their way up the stairs quietly; stopping outside the room Cordelia had slept in the previous night. The door was shut. Angel nodded to confirm that they were inside. Cordy got down on her knees and shuffled forward so her ear was up against the door. They could hear Cordelia’s voice.
“Well, you already know I’m here to save Angel but the reason I need to save Angel is he’s about to get attacked by a Kjash Foiua demon. You might have heard of it. I’ve only ever seen drawings in a book but that thing fell out of the ugly tree, let me tell you,” Cordelia told him.
“The name certainly sounds familiar. Does it have particularly large claws?” Wesley asked.
“Really big ones,” Cordelia replied. “Angel was in a fight with one. It slashed him in the stomach. Pretty bad by all accounts but Angel,” Cordelia paused and rolled her eyes. “Kicked its ass eventually.”
“I don’t see the problem,” Wesley told her. “Were the slashes deep?”
“Angel didn’t say but the claws are poisonous. Not to a vampire obviously but to humans they are deadly,” Cordelia explained.
“I still don’t see how this affects Angel,” Wes said.
Cordelia looked away for a moment, she took a deep breathe.
“Angel became human. We didn’t know how or why, didn’t get the chance to research to find out. All I know is Angel woke up one day and his heart was beating and his allergy to the sun was gone. It was the happiest day of my life, for about an hour anyway.” Cordelia stopped talking before her voice started to wobble. She could feel the tears coming again. She took a couple of deep breaths to gather her composure.
“What happened?” the Englishman asked.
“One minute he was fine, goofing around in the hotel courtyard, the next he was lying on the floor unable to move. It was horrible; he could barely talk. We managed to get him inside and up to his room. Fred and I hit the books while you ran some tests. You found the poison in his system. We traced it back to the Kjash Foiua demon. Angel remembered it because it was one of the last demons that attacked him before he left Sunnydale. Plus who could forget those claws.
From the other side of the door Cordelia glanced at Angel, “You’re leaving?” she whispered.
“Yeah,” Angel replied simply.
“Why? What about Buffy?” Cordelia asked.
“Keep your voice down,” the vampire demanded. “She’ll hear us.”
Cordelia ignored him and went back to listening.
“When we realised what had happened to was too late to save Angel. There was too much poison. All we could do was just sit and wait for him to die. Do you have any idea how terrible that is? Watching the person you love with all your heart go from a perfectly healthy to terminally ill in the space of a few hours?” She stopped again but this time did nothing as the tears started to fall.
“Cordelia, I’m sorry. It must have been terrible for you,” Wesley said. He lightly patted her arm in an attempt to comfort her. He failed miserably.
“Not just me Wesley, all of us,” Cordelia said. “You and the others left Angel and I alone. For a while all we did was hold hands. He had the best hands, mine fitted in his perfectly.”
“Do I really want to know what happened next?” Wesley asked. He shifted uncomfortably, indicating he was starting to get embarrassed.
“Angel got upset, he had proposed to me before he became human. We both wanted to get married. We knew our time was running out, Angel was getting weaker by the moment so you called in a favour and that afternoon, Angel and I were married. It was a short ceremony for obvious reasons. You were Angel’s best man.” Cordelia said.
Behind the door, Cordelia’s mouth dropped open in shock.
“We got married? I married you?”
“I guess,” was Angel’s only response.
“Eww,” Cordelia said.
“What?” Angel asked.
“Eww,” Cordelia repeated. “Us married, that’s creepy.”
“Why?” Angel asked.
“Hello! Vampire,” Cordelia said.
“Well, I was human when we got married,” Angel replied.
“I know but it’s still eww. I so don’t do Buffy’s cast offs,” Cordelia told him.
“Is that how you see me? Buffy’s cast off?” Angel inquired.
“Well duh,” Cordelia replied. “I guess you’re okay, but you’re a vampire.”
“You don’t say,” Angel replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Never had he imagined that he would be the one Cordelia had married. He’d assumed it had been Wesley after she’d taken him up the stairs. “Anyway, I’m not Buffy’s cast off. I broke up with her.” Angel stopped to listen to himself for a moment. He sounded like a five year old. That couldn’t be good.
Inside the room, Cordelia suddenly sensed something or more accurately someone; Angel, he was close by. She held her finger up to her mouth, indicating to Wesley he should be quiet. The ex-watcher silently agreed.
“So Angel and I got married,” Cordelia said, she was at the door in a flash, much faster than Wesley had even seen her move before. She yanked open the door, her past self and her future husband fell into the room.
“Can I help you?” the seer asked.
“Us?” Cordelia asked. “We were … we were just listening to what you wouldn’t tell us, I think we are perfectly entitled to know what’s going to happen in the future.”
“Oh you do, do you? I expect this from myself but Angel?” Cordelia asked.
“I .. erm,” Angel muttered.
“Oh purlease, it was his idea,” the younger version of Cordelia said.
“Figures,” Cordy replied. “Well you might as well come in now you know the truth. But you can’t tell any of the others.” She turned, locking eyes with Angel.
“Hey, it’s not a fact I’m going to be broadcasting. How could you marry Angel?” she asked. Her brain was finding it hard to process the information.
The seer looked at Angel, a strange gleam in her eye, which the vampire was unable to read.
“It was easy, he’s my best friend, the man I love more than I ever thought possible.” She offered Angel a small half smile.
Angel shifted slightly, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze.
Cordelia looked away, “Look why don’t you two come and sit down and we can talk some more.
“Great, cause I really want to know when exactly I lose my mind,” Cordelia said. She got up off the floor.
Angel sat up as well, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. He sat down next to Wesley, who had remained silent.
“I haven’t lost my mind, if anything I came to my senses,” Cordy said.
“How do you figure that one out?” Cordelia asked.
“Is this a private party or can anyone join in?” Buffy asked from the doorway.
“Oh great,” both the Cordelia’s said at the same time.
“Buffy,” Angel said, getting up from the bed. “What are you doing here?”
“I just came to check out what was happening with our visitor from the future,” the slayer replied.
“I do have a name, you know?” the future version of Cordelia said.
“I realised that,” Buffy said.
“Good, I’m glad, now if you excuse me, I’m going to get something to eat,” the seer said.
“Angel doesn’t have any food,” Buffy replied.
“Not for me, for Angel,” Cordelia said. “It’s about time for his feed.”
“His feed?” Xander asked, appearing in the doorway for the first time. “What is he a 248 year old baby?”
Cordelia rolled her eyes at Xander and got up from the bed. “I’m not going to even dignify that with a response. I’ll be back.”
With that, she pushed past Xander, finding Willow standing right behind him. “Hey Willow.”
“Hey,” Willow replied shyly.
“Cordelia,” Angel yelled from the bedroom. “There’s really no need for you to get me anything.”
“Don’t worry, its no trouble,” she called back. She made her way down the staircase and headed towards the kitchen. She’d just reached the fridge when she sensed she wasn’t alone.
Spinning around she found that everyone had followed her. Angel came up right behind her.
“You really don’t have to,” he said.
“I know, I want to,” Cordy replied. She turned back around and opened the door.
Angel couldn’t help feel shocked as he watched Cordelia take out a packet of blood from inside.
“Ew,” the other Cordelia said.
“It’s only pig’s blood,” Cordy replied. She cut the corner of the pocket with a pair of scissors which were lying around on the kitchen counter. She opened the cupboard and pulled out a mug. She only knew where the mugs were because Angel was so predictable, he always kept the mugs in the cupboard by the fridge.
“Can someone take this mug from me please?” she asked.
“I’ll do it,” Cordelia said, somewhat reluctantly.
“Thanks,” she said. She handed the mug to her past self.
“I thought you said it was ew,” Buffy said.
“I didn’t see you offering to help,” Cordelia replied.
The seer poured the blood into the mug and took it from Cordelia. “Thank you Cordy,”
“You’re welcome,” Cordelia said.
Cordelia walked over and gave the mug to Angel. “Enjoy.”
All eyes turned to Angel, waiting for him to take the first sip. All the attention was making Angel feel uncomfortable.
Cordy suddenly had a familiar feeling but before she could say anything both Angel and Cordy grabbed their heads in pain.
“Argh,” Angel called out, the contents of his mug spilled all over the nearby Xander.
“What the?” Cordelia said as she watched on in horror.
…TO BE CONTINUED…
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