The inspiration from this came from a music video I found, which was called 'Heroes' a 'spin off' series dedicated to the people that had died over the years in Angel.

Summary: Wesley, an esteemed Watcher, is sent to the suburbs of L.A to find the newly discovered Slayer, Cordelia Chase (who was activated when Buffy drowned instead of Kendra just pretend it happened in Season 2 rather than 1. The Council Seers didn't find her until three years afterwards), a senior who lives with her widowed wealthy father. At first she is determined to refuse her calling, being a rich daddy's girl has major benefits. Until one night, she returns home to find her father murdered, by vampires who know of her identity. After burning down the gym in an attempt to avenge her father's death, the Watcher's Council fire Wesley for not being able to control his Slayer. Cordelia's broke, Wesley's broke, and there's only one solution; form a paranormal detective agency in the heart of LA. They are swiftly joined by Doyle, and then Fred; two half-demons with their own stories to tell.

Everything in Buffy is the same, minus Cordelia, if you want imagine someone else as the rich bitch who Xander dates, except she goes off to college after Sunnydale and isn't mentioned again. Angel follows a different route, the main cast being Angel, Faith (who is a Potential Slayer, not the Slayer as Cordelia has taken that role), Gunn and Lorne. Angel leaves after Season 3 Buffy and goes to LA where he meets Faith, a Potential Slayer, who runs a teen shelter and who the Powers grant the visions to. Gunn joins their team at some point, and later Lorne. Also Conner is born as the Darla obsession does still happen but takes place in season 1, this makes Angel only four years long in total. After season 4, where Faith plays the part of evil Cordelia, they take over Wolfram and Hart, a year earlier.

If anyone is confused please leave a review or email me and I'll answer your questions.

My story begins where Cordelia and Wesley first form their agency, which in the Buffyverse is at the same time as Season 5 begins.

'Wesley, bring that box over here, now!'

'Oh I'm sorry Cordelia, I didn't realise I was expected to carry five boxes at the same time whilst you read Vogue!'

Cordelia Chase looked up into the face of her sarcastic Watcher, Wesley and rolled her eyes.

'Fine, fine I'll help.' She got off her stool and went over to take one of the cardboard boxes off the Brit's hands. Ungracefully, she dropped it down onto the counter and looked around their new office. It was small, very small, on the first floor of an apartment building, next to a dentist. There was one desk and they were in the process of unpacking the laptop, one of the few expensive things Cordelia had managed to snatch from her possessions before the IRS took it away following the death of her father. Cordelia instantly felt the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes at the thought of her father and quickly brushed them away. It had been over a month since she'd come home late to find her father's body sprawled in the hallway with several sets of bite marks, alongside a note saying 'Come out and play pretty Slayer.'

Wesley noticed his Slayer's actions and hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder.

'It'll be ok.' She turned to face him and instantly she was Queen C, rich bitch extraordinaire.

'You'd better hope so buddy because this was all your stupid idea in the first place!

'I never would have needed this idea if you hadn't burnt down the gym and gotten me fired from the Watcher's Council!'

Her fist shot out and caught him straight in the jaw. Wesley wryly noted that they needed to work on her technique, certainly more than her strength. She looked on the verge of hysterics.

'I didn't want this, I didn't want to be a Slayer!' She clutched at the cross necklace he had given her and ripped it off her neck. 'You just show up and screw up my entire life! Now I'm broke, barely finished high school, have no chance of ever having a career or a life and am stuck here with you in this dingy little room being paid to kill things!'

'Actually strictly speaking, you haven't been paid yet.' She raised a warning eyebrow at him and he sighed. 'All right look, this isn't what either of us wanted, but we have to do something. You have a calling Cordelia, but lucky enough Buffy Summers is keeping the Hellmouth under control and all major apocalypses at bay, so we can charge for you to help people.'

'Why can't they help themselves?' She mumbled moodily, forcefully grabbing a box and beginning to unpack its contents. Wesley also began to unpack a box containing his volumes on demonology, occasionally shooting glances at the young girl opposite.

They had built up some sort of tolerance of each other, which he supposed was better than the seething hate that followed their first meeting. Frankly, he wished that he had never been assigned to Cordelia; his career would have stayed intact and his reputation unblemished. But the snooty Hollywood wannabe before him had ruined everything. He tolerated her one, because they both needed each other's skills now and two, because he could mildly excuse her some things due to the horrific tragedy that had befallen her father. She was only a child, after all, who now had to be an adult. He did pity her, even though he still wanted to wring her neck. She caught him looking at her and shot him a bone-chilling glare.

'Take a picture already, it'll last longer.' He ground his teeth together; this was not going to be easy.