Title: Back in Time
Author: Jaymi
E-mail: vision_gurl@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Angel/ Cordy
Disclaimer: I own nothing, don't sue me!!
Note: My first stab at Angel fanfic so please review and tell me what you
think! A few things you need to know before getting started, this fic takes
place mid season three on Angel but with a few changes. Darla and Connor
have not occurred (ahhh a perfect world(). It also takes place near the end
of season three of Buffy. Confused yet?? Well read it and you'll find out!
"We're back!" Cordelia's voice rang out in the empty lobby of the Hyperion hotel.
The sound of her voice drew Wesley to the doorway of his office. Cordelia strode over to the seat in the middle of the room and dumped her shopping bags then flopped down next to them.
"I take it the shopping trip went well," Wesley said, a smile forming on his face when he noticed that Cordy's shopping companion was noticeably absent.
"Where's Angel?" He asked slightly worried that Angel hadn't survived his shopping trip. He envisioned Angel staking himself after being dragged around every store in the Los Angeles area.
"Oh, he's bringing in the rest of the stuff," she said nonchalantly.
"There's more?" He asked. Wes supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, after all Cordelia was the Queen of shopping and Angel had lost the ability to say no to her a long time ago.
At that moment Angel stumbled through the door, weighed down with more packages and bags. Trying to make his way over to her without tripping over his own feet and breaking something.
"Cordy, you do realise that the baby isn't due for at least another seven months right?" He asked sounding exhausted. He dumped the packages down with the rest and collapsed on the chair next to Cordelia. Cordy looked at him with her 'Well Duh' expression.
"We need to sort these things out Angel. Unlike you I would like to be prepared for this baby. Seven months may seem like a long time to you but it's really not. You think this is bad Angel? We still have to do up the nursery," she said, looking at him with the slightest bit of sympathy.
Angel groaned at the thought of having to pick out colours and furniture for the baby's room. It was actually kind of hard to think of decorating a room for the baby that would be coming into this world in several months. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Cordelia was pregnant with his child. They were going to have a baby together. And Angel could not be more thankful for that fact.
It had been almost eight months since his soul became permanent. It seemed as though the Powers had decided that Angel had deserved a reward for all his hard work, for fighting the good fight so they made his soul permanent. The first thing he had done as the owner of a permanent soul was find Cordelia and tell her that he loved her and had done for a long time. He had been blissfully happy when she told him that she felt the same way. They had then set out to give his newly anchored soul a test run. And now, eight months later he was having a child with the woman he loved more than anything.
They had all been shocked when Cordelia had told them that she was pregnant. She had been terrified, not so much by the fact that it was impossible for Angel to father children, but more because she had no idea how Angel would react to the news. She was relieved to find that Angel was ecstatic at this new information. Wesley had immediately gone into research mode, trying to find out why and how Angel and Cordelia were able to produce a child. So far their efforts had been fruitless. No prophecies, no warnings, no mention of a child borne of a vampire and a seer.
But Angel and Cordelia had decided not to worry too much about the why and the how of their child and just revel in the miracle that was his or hers conception. Angel found that wonder dimmed slightly when he thought of how many more shopping expeditions he would have to go on before and after the baby was born. Shopping, with the people, and the spending of money, and the people. He couldn't stop the groan from escaping his lips at the thought.
"Hey Broody, what was that for?" Cordy asked, hearing his sigh.
"Nothing, I was just thinking...and hey! I am not broody!" He said, realising what she had just called him. Granted Broody was probably better than some other things she could call him but still... His thoughts were cut short by Cordy's scoff.
"Yeah sure and I'm the Queen of fricking En..." The rest of her retort fading away. Angel was about to say something when he realised that she was floating a few centimetres above the chair that she had occupied a few minutes ago. He also noticed a faint glow emitting from all around her. He had never seen that before during a vision, maybe it was just another side effect of her semi-demon ness presenting itself. He didn't have much time to ponder that thought as Cordelia gasped.
"Cordy what is it?" He asked her as the vision ended and she sat back in her seat.
"It doesn't make sense, the visions are meant to help people in Los Angeles not..." She couldn't say it. Now Angel was beginning to worry.
"What's going on Cordy, I need you to tell me so I can go save the people you saw," he said gently, knowing that the new vision was affecting her.
"My vision...It's us, in Sunnydale. That's all I got! Just you and me in good old Sunnyhell. Jeez, just when I thought these things couldn't get any vaguer," she said, shaking her head. Then she tilted her head back so she was looking at the ceiling, and shouted hoping the Powers could hear her. "Thanks guys, you're a big help!"
"Wait, are you sure it's Sunnydale you saw in your vision Cordelia?" Wesley piped up from his doorway.
"Why wouldn't I be, you think I want to go back there? Why would I imagine it?" She asked as she glared at Wes.
"Right, right. I didn't mean to doubt you Cordelia. I think the best idea might be for me to go and give Buffy a call and see what's happening," he said moving back into his office quickly, trying to avoid the wrath of Cordelia.
"Great looks like we're going back to the Hellmouth. How fun," she said, slumping further into the seat she was sitting in.
"We'll just wait and see what Wes hears from the Scoobies. Trust me; I don't wanna go back any more than you do. That place is full of bad memories..." He trailed off, staring at Cordelia.
"What?" She asked seeing the look he was giving her. "Angel, what are you staring at?"
"Cordy, are you ok?" He asked her worriedly.
"Yeah why?" Ok now she was worried.
"Because you're glowing again." He said motioning to the brilliant light that seemed to be emanating from her.
"What?" She said as she looked down at herself, then she realised that it wasn't her that was glowing. "Wait, that's not me!" When she turned around she found the source of the light.
Angel saw it at the same time she did and immediately recognised it for what it was, a portal. It was like hole had been torn into the air in the room and instead of darkness there was a very bright blue and silver light shining through it and into the room. Before either of them could do anything they felt themselves being lifted and pulled in the direction of the light, and then it was gone.
They found themselves in the middle of the road in the darkness. After the startling brightness of the portal, they had to let their eyes adjust to the darkness that surrounded them. Angel's vision came back before Cordelia's and as he looked around, he couldn't help but suck in an unneeded breath.
Cordelia noticed this action and suddenly felt frightened. "Angel, what is it? Where are we? I can't see a thing," she said, her voice shaking slightly. But Angel didn't speak, just kept looking around hoping that all of this was a bad dream, one which he would wake up from any time now, please.
Cordelia's vision was coming back to her slowly, she could make out large fuzzy shapes that became sharper every minute, she could also hear music playing from somewhere off to her side. Finally she could make out where she and Angel were standing and couldn't help but mimic Angels' earlier action at the sight she saw.
The portal had picked them up from the lobby of the Hyperion and dumped them down in the alleyway next to an extremely familiar building. The Bronze.
Cordelia gasped. "What the hell?"
TBC
"We're back!" Cordelia's voice rang out in the empty lobby of the Hyperion hotel.
The sound of her voice drew Wesley to the doorway of his office. Cordelia strode over to the seat in the middle of the room and dumped her shopping bags then flopped down next to them.
"I take it the shopping trip went well," Wesley said, a smile forming on his face when he noticed that Cordy's shopping companion was noticeably absent.
"Where's Angel?" He asked slightly worried that Angel hadn't survived his shopping trip. He envisioned Angel staking himself after being dragged around every store in the Los Angeles area.
"Oh, he's bringing in the rest of the stuff," she said nonchalantly.
"There's more?" He asked. Wes supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, after all Cordelia was the Queen of shopping and Angel had lost the ability to say no to her a long time ago.
At that moment Angel stumbled through the door, weighed down with more packages and bags. Trying to make his way over to her without tripping over his own feet and breaking something.
"Cordy, you do realise that the baby isn't due for at least another seven months right?" He asked sounding exhausted. He dumped the packages down with the rest and collapsed on the chair next to Cordelia. Cordy looked at him with her 'Well Duh' expression.
"We need to sort these things out Angel. Unlike you I would like to be prepared for this baby. Seven months may seem like a long time to you but it's really not. You think this is bad Angel? We still have to do up the nursery," she said, looking at him with the slightest bit of sympathy.
Angel groaned at the thought of having to pick out colours and furniture for the baby's room. It was actually kind of hard to think of decorating a room for the baby that would be coming into this world in several months. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Cordelia was pregnant with his child. They were going to have a baby together. And Angel could not be more thankful for that fact.
It had been almost eight months since his soul became permanent. It seemed as though the Powers had decided that Angel had deserved a reward for all his hard work, for fighting the good fight so they made his soul permanent. The first thing he had done as the owner of a permanent soul was find Cordelia and tell her that he loved her and had done for a long time. He had been blissfully happy when she told him that she felt the same way. They had then set out to give his newly anchored soul a test run. And now, eight months later he was having a child with the woman he loved more than anything.
They had all been shocked when Cordelia had told them that she was pregnant. She had been terrified, not so much by the fact that it was impossible for Angel to father children, but more because she had no idea how Angel would react to the news. She was relieved to find that Angel was ecstatic at this new information. Wesley had immediately gone into research mode, trying to find out why and how Angel and Cordelia were able to produce a child. So far their efforts had been fruitless. No prophecies, no warnings, no mention of a child borne of a vampire and a seer.
But Angel and Cordelia had decided not to worry too much about the why and the how of their child and just revel in the miracle that was his or hers conception. Angel found that wonder dimmed slightly when he thought of how many more shopping expeditions he would have to go on before and after the baby was born. Shopping, with the people, and the spending of money, and the people. He couldn't stop the groan from escaping his lips at the thought.
"Hey Broody, what was that for?" Cordy asked, hearing his sigh.
"Nothing, I was just thinking...and hey! I am not broody!" He said, realising what she had just called him. Granted Broody was probably better than some other things she could call him but still... His thoughts were cut short by Cordy's scoff.
"Yeah sure and I'm the Queen of fricking En..." The rest of her retort fading away. Angel was about to say something when he realised that she was floating a few centimetres above the chair that she had occupied a few minutes ago. He also noticed a faint glow emitting from all around her. He had never seen that before during a vision, maybe it was just another side effect of her semi-demon ness presenting itself. He didn't have much time to ponder that thought as Cordelia gasped.
"Cordy what is it?" He asked her as the vision ended and she sat back in her seat.
"It doesn't make sense, the visions are meant to help people in Los Angeles not..." She couldn't say it. Now Angel was beginning to worry.
"What's going on Cordy, I need you to tell me so I can go save the people you saw," he said gently, knowing that the new vision was affecting her.
"My vision...It's us, in Sunnydale. That's all I got! Just you and me in good old Sunnyhell. Jeez, just when I thought these things couldn't get any vaguer," she said, shaking her head. Then she tilted her head back so she was looking at the ceiling, and shouted hoping the Powers could hear her. "Thanks guys, you're a big help!"
"Wait, are you sure it's Sunnydale you saw in your vision Cordelia?" Wesley piped up from his doorway.
"Why wouldn't I be, you think I want to go back there? Why would I imagine it?" She asked as she glared at Wes.
"Right, right. I didn't mean to doubt you Cordelia. I think the best idea might be for me to go and give Buffy a call and see what's happening," he said moving back into his office quickly, trying to avoid the wrath of Cordelia.
"Great looks like we're going back to the Hellmouth. How fun," she said, slumping further into the seat she was sitting in.
"We'll just wait and see what Wes hears from the Scoobies. Trust me; I don't wanna go back any more than you do. That place is full of bad memories..." He trailed off, staring at Cordelia.
"What?" She asked seeing the look he was giving her. "Angel, what are you staring at?"
"Cordy, are you ok?" He asked her worriedly.
"Yeah why?" Ok now she was worried.
"Because you're glowing again." He said motioning to the brilliant light that seemed to be emanating from her.
"What?" She said as she looked down at herself, then she realised that it wasn't her that was glowing. "Wait, that's not me!" When she turned around she found the source of the light.
Angel saw it at the same time she did and immediately recognised it for what it was, a portal. It was like hole had been torn into the air in the room and instead of darkness there was a very bright blue and silver light shining through it and into the room. Before either of them could do anything they felt themselves being lifted and pulled in the direction of the light, and then it was gone.
They found themselves in the middle of the road in the darkness. After the startling brightness of the portal, they had to let their eyes adjust to the darkness that surrounded them. Angel's vision came back before Cordelia's and as he looked around, he couldn't help but suck in an unneeded breath.
Cordelia noticed this action and suddenly felt frightened. "Angel, what is it? Where are we? I can't see a thing," she said, her voice shaking slightly. But Angel didn't speak, just kept looking around hoping that all of this was a bad dream, one which he would wake up from any time now, please.
Cordelia's vision was coming back to her slowly, she could make out large fuzzy shapes that became sharper every minute, she could also hear music playing from somewhere off to her side. Finally she could make out where she and Angel were standing and couldn't help but mimic Angels' earlier action at the sight she saw.
The portal had picked them up from the lobby of the Hyperion and dumped them down in the alleyway next to an extremely familiar building. The Bronze.
Cordelia gasped. "What the hell?"
TBC