Four Corners

Part: 1/?
Author: PsycGurl
Rating: PG-13
Couples: Umm…B/S, C/A, C/S, B/A (not exactly "couples" though)

Spoilers: Set in Angel around 'Billy' so before Darla, Connor & demon Cordy. Set in Buffy after 'Wrecked'.

Feedback: Absolutely crave reviews!

Distribution: Please ask me.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. The storyline was derived from the episode "Secrets and Lies" in ER. The name of the fic was taken from the episode "Four Corners" also in ER.

A/N This is my attempt at humorous story. I'm kinda experimenting with my writing so this is me writing as the character. Each character will have a Cordelia, Angel, Buffy & Spike POV so each chapter's pretty long. So there's probably only going to be a few chapters in all. Hope you like it!

Chapter 1

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" Is the plan set?"

" Plan's set."

" Good. When is it beginning?"

" Right about…now."

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~*~Cordelia~*~

" Vision!" I screamed as a painful vision shot through my brain nerves.

The pain took me with force and I knew that my head was going to meet the floor soon. My knees buckled beneath me and I plunged towards the concrete floor, but something prevented me from cracking my skull. Phew…that was close! I looked up into my savior's eyes and smiled weakly. Those dark brown orbs looked worriedly at me. Fingers traced my cheek, pushing strands of loose hair behind my ear.

" Angel?" I mumbled, gaining some of my sight, recognising my best friend.

" Yeah Cordy. You okay? What did you see?"

I shook my head slightly and tried to recall the blurred vision.

Angel helped me up to the couch. I heard him yell for Fred or Gunn to bring me some water and aspirin. Pfftt…like that pathetic excuse of pain relief would help me. Angel held my hand and I felt someone else stand nearby us. Wesley. He asked me what I saw…I was about to reply when I realised the vision wasn't over.

The pain suddenly resurfaced.

" Cordy?" Angel asked softly. I closed my eyes trying to focus the images I was being fed.

" Umm…it's a g-girl…blonde…in a room…a vampire…more than one…she's fighting…wait…" I stammered. I paused forcing my mind to replay the last image.

" What is it?" Angel asked soothingly.

" It's…the girl…" I tried to sort the image out…I was recognising something. If only that blur would disappear!

" Cordelia…"

I put my hand up to stop the person talking. This was the most painful vision I had received in a while. It felt like the time Wolfram & Hart fed me all those visions. Oh wait… the shadow's slightly subsiding. Hmmm…everything's so damn familiar.

" It's a blonde girl…fighting vamps…" I repeated as Angel nodded. After a few more shooting pains the blur cleared up and I focused on the images. Then it hit me. My eyes abruptly snapped open and I turned to Angel.

" What is it?" Angel asked calmly pushing some strands of hair behind my ear again. He seemed infatuated with doing that.

" Cordy…" He repeated soothingly.

" The girl I saw…the blonde…she's…she's Buffy."

~*~Angel~*~

Whilst driving I turned to look at Cordelia. The moment she had told me that Buffy was in danger I headed for the road, but of course Cordy didn't want me to go alone. She had this fear that I would crash my car, get staked by a demon or something. Well that was her cover up. She didn't realise how well I've come to know her. I know that the real reason she won't let me leave L.A alone is because she thinks if I go back to Sunnydale again…I won't return.  I really don't understand Cordy's logic there. I've gone to Sunnydale several times since moving to L.A…I never felt the urge to stay there longer than a day.

So well…she insisted on coming with me, however, promising me not to make her meet anyone other than Buffy. I didn't refuse…who could refuse to Cordelia?

" Angel, why are you staring at me? Keep your eyes on the road." My seer ordered me, cutting through my thoughts.

" Are you alright?" I asked her. She didn't seem good…well in Cordelia Chase's words…she looked like hell. The visions took a lot out of her.

I continued to gaze into my seer's eyes…hoping for them to sparkle like they used too.

" I'm just spiffy Angel. Now eyes…on…the…road!" She enunciated. My eyes quickly averted to the road and I swerved a little to the side.

" Okay…so this vision? You sure it was Buffy?" I asked meekly. She turned to me and gave me an exasperated look.

" Yes."

" What was the vision showing you?"

" She was in a room with a bunch of vamps."

" How many?"

" Five…six? Give or take." She replied and massaged her temple.

" Umm Cor…are you sure she was in dire danger?" I asked confused.

" Yes…*why*?"

" Well cuz…Buffy can take five or six vamps easily…sometimes without breaking a sweat." I replied and Cordelia gave me an angry look.

" She's in danger ok? Take my word for it. This vision wouldn't have tortured my brain cells otherwise. Buffy's in danger… and she's alone." Cordelia stated and I nodded slowly. Suddenly Cordelia's eyes closed and her head swung back.

" Cordy…"

" It's Buffy again…ok maybe she's *not* alone…" Cordelia began.

" Who's she with?" I asked worriedly. Cordelia relaxed as the vision stopped. Her eyes still remained closed.

" Who's she with Cordy?" I repeated. Cordelia, with her eyes still closed, stood frozen. She was starting to freak me out.

" It's…it's…Spike."

~*~Buffy~*~

" I can't believe this! You're such a dumbass!" I yelled at my companion.

I was tired and pissed off. I had just fought a bunch of vamps and then Spike decided to interfere. We killed the vamps…sure. But the idiot closed the door, which clicked shut behind him.

We were locked.

" Talk 'bout PMS." Spike mumbled.

" Hey! I wouldn't be all cranky if someone hadn't come here…or was smart enough not to shut an automatic lock door." I yelled at him.

" Is that what they're called?" Spike asked glancing at the door that both of us had attempted to break down moments ago. I had no idea what they were called…but I was getting aggravated.

" Argggh!"

" I swear I did not close that door. It closed itself!" Spike complained.

" Yeah…like I'm gonna believe you." I bit out.

" Slayer…cool it. Red'll come and save us…she's out back."

" No she isn't. I told her to go talk to Tara." I moaned. Of all the times I had to be considering!

" Uhhhh…*why*?" Spike asked sarcastically.

" Well I heard they were only a few…so I thought hey why waste her time." I cried. Spike rolled his eyes and tsked at me. It took all my energy into not taking the wooden stake in my hand and driving it through his dead heart.

" What do we do now?" I whined collapsing onto a chair. These past few days weren't very good for me.

Giles left. Willow became major magic high. Dawn was pissed. And…I slept with *Spike*.

" Well Slayer…there's the two of us. Locked in a room. With a bed." Spike answered with a mischievous glint in his eyes…one I was suddenly getting very used to. Did he read my mind or something? Spike repeated his invitation. I sighed. The damn vamp was in a sticky situation yet all he thought of was sex. I looked around the room, taking in the surroundings.

Two double beds. Two chairs. A coffee table. A small box. A trunk.

" Buffy?" Spike asked noticing me staring at the trunk.

The slayer instinct within me aroused. I marched over to the trunk and pried at the lock. Spike repeated my name, trying to snap me out of my fixation with the trunk. I brushed him off. There was something in that trunk. Something important. With one kick the lock broke. I opened the trunk eagerly looking for something. I peered inside, Spike looked over my shoulder. Items were laid perfectly on the trunk. I picked them up one by one.

Broadswords.  Stakes.  Holy Water.  Crosses.

~*~Spike~*~

" Bloody hell!" I exclaimed as Buffy revealed several vampire-dusting weapons in the trunk.

" Why would a gang of vampires keep these *themselves*?" Buffy asked with her work voice.

God how I hated that voice. All serious and annoying. I personally like her drunk or sexy voice.

" Spike…hello?" Buffy called and waved a hand in front of my face cutting me out of my thoughts. She repeated what she had said moments ago…*slowly*. What'd she think I am…dumb?

" Slayer, someone set us up." I stated, things clicking in my mind. Of course someone set us up. I knew I hadn't shut that door…I knew it!

" You think!" Buffy retorted as she threw the weapons into the trunk and shut it.

" So who'd you think it is?" I asked as I put my hands in the pockets of my leather duster. I needed something to loosen me up…put me in game mode. Oooh…cigarettes. I took a cigarette out and lit it. Buffy rambled on about possible suspects as I puffed away. Now all I needed was some alcohol…ahh that'd lighten up this moment. Wait…hmmmm. I put my hand in my other pocket and fished around. Voila!

" Spike…are you even listening to me!" Buffy exclaimed huffily.

" Look Slayer…we can't do anything alright? The person's on the outside…we're on the inside. But look…*alcohol*. What's a better stress relief?" I replied waving the flask in front of Buffy. She rolled her eyes, but a small smile appeared on her face.

" Uhhhh…killing you." Buffy replied sarcastically and plopped onto a bed. I raised my eyebrow. Did she just give me a seductive look? I sneered slightly.

" What's the look for?" Buffy asked curiously, leaning back against the wall. One of her hands extended out. I looked down at it and saw that she was aiming for the booze. I smirked and she smiled back as I handed her the drink.

After a few chugs, I found Buffy's tongue engrossed in my mouth. I'm thinking the booze helped her…"relieve"…maybe a bit too much. When our lips departed she looked at me lustfully. Within minutes Buffy had pulled off my clothes. Gotta tell you the girl moves fast.

I shoulda known she was lying when she said she was disgusted with herself! I knew she felt something…I knew she'd…

" Spike!" Buffy groaned as I looked down at her face.

Oops…gotta get back to work.

Buffy's hands quickly placed the blanket, situated on the bed, on top of us and I peeled off her clothing and discarded them. Our mouths adjoined once again and we got down to business.

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"Ooooh…this is going to be better than I thought." A voice answered looking at the small monitor. It was a clear view of the room in which Spike and Buffy were stuck. Grunts and moans echoed throughout the small room.

" Wait…the fun's just about to begin." Another voice spoke. A finger pointed to other monitors lined across a wall. The whole building where Spike and Buffy were was shown. The finger pointed to two figures entering the building. It then traced their pathway leading up to the door of the sealed room.

"Tell the Senior Partners that all's going to plan." Lilah Morgan replied with a smirk.

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