Mystical Influences

Disclaimer: Everything Angel-related came from the mind of Joss Whedon.

Author's Note: Another very random thing, but this is what happens when you get long weekends. Inspired from the fact that I think Sarah Thompson (Eve) and Kay Panabaker (that creepy girl in the White Room) look alike. Starts at the end of the fifth season episode "Life of the Party".

Prologue

"Angel, this isn't the first time I had sex under a mystical influence," Eve informed her boss as she started heading for the door out of his office into the main lobby. "I went to UC Santa Cruz." With that, the liaison had left the room. Her high heels clicked along the wooden floor of the lobby as Angel tried to process the words she had just spoken.

"Eve," he called after her as he started to follow her. Either the woman did not hear him, or she was ignoring him. Either one was possible, but Angel thought the second was more likely. He would like to be doing the same thing, but her statement was worth investigating. If someone over at that college was using magicks to get Eve to sleep with him, he had no idea of what else he was capable of doing.

"Eve," he called again as he picked up his space. His liaison was now halfway up the stairs.

Eve sighed heavily as she stopped mid-step and turned around on her heels. Obviously there was no escaping Angel, so she figured it was best to just go to him. For all she knew, he could just be telling her she forgot something, but Eve doubted that statement was true. "What do you want?" she asked as she approached the bottom of the stairs where Angel was standing.

"You," Angel said clearly. He frowned, not liking his word choice. He did not want Eve. He had already had Eve several times that night. He did not need any more. "I mean information. Information that only you can give me."

"Regarding?" Eve asked with an innocent look on her face.

Angel frowned again. Obviously this information would not be easy to pry from Eve. "You know what it's regarding," he told her simply.

Eve shook her head as she continued with the innocent act. "No, actually, I don't. There are many things you could be referring to."

Angel groaned. Now the woman just wanted to be difficult. He did not have time for this. "UC Santa Cruz," Angel said finally. "You said something back there, and it was a pretty radical idea."

"Oh, that," Eve said with slight embarrassment.

"Yea, that," Angel stated seriously. "What happened there?"

Eve sighed as she took a step backwards up the stairs. "It's all in my file," she told Angel before fully turning around. She then quickly headed up the stairs to somewhere, anywhere, where she could get away from Angel.

"Harmony," Angel called loudly as he turned back around.

His secretary's blond head bounced up at the mention of her name. "Yes, bossy?" she asked eagerly. "Do you want blood? I can get it with or without the otter."

Angel rolled his eyes as he walked closer to her. "No blood, but thank you," he said plainly. "Go to the record room. Ask for Eve's file, and bring it to me," he commanded before walking back into his office.

"No problem, bossy," Harmony said gaily as she skipped out from behind her desk. She reverted her walking pattern to be more normal as she made her way to the elevator. From there she proceeded to the record room.

"Here you are, bossy," Harmony said happily fifteen minutes later. It had not taken that long to get the file. She placed it down on Angel's desk right in front of the vampire. "Is that all?"

Angel nodded. "That's all for now," he said as he waved his hand at her as a signal to leave. "Thank you, Harmony."

"Of course, bossy," Harmony said with the same happy voice that made Angel wonder if she ever left the cheerleading squad.

"But don't call me that!" he snapped as Harmony closed the door. He sighed, shrugging it off. He would remind her again if she continued to use that tacky name for him, but for the moment he had more important things to do. He carefully opened the manila folder with Eve's name on it. He scanned through the first couple of sheets before finding exactly what he wanted. "Interesting," he commented.