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Post-Season 3
Cordelia sighed impatiently. She had been sucked up through a beam of light two months ago and only to find that life as a higher being wasn't so great. For one thing everything was white, something she considered to be a major downfall of the place. Would a splash of seafoam green kill them? Another downfall was that while she had found out upon her arrival that Conner and Justine had dumped Angel in the middle of the Pacific and she was lead to believe that she could do nothing about it. Then about one week ago a mishchievous higher being informed her of a loophole. When Cordelia found that the powers had misled her she went into Queen C mode. She walked straight into The White Room, where the Powers held thier counsel and demanded more information. The eldest Power sighed inwardly, he had grown fond of the impetous young woman, but she needed to learn her rank here.
' My dear,' he began patiently, Cordelia raised a perfect brow,' It is true. You may save your beloved champion. You may even return to Earth' Cordelia smiled brightly and the old man's face changed to a foreboding one,' However you yourself cannot save him nor can any other who cares for him.' Cordelia's 1000-watt smile dropped.
' Oh great. Just great. I have to get some stranger to go to the bottom of the ocean to rescue the man that I love.' she replied sarcastically.
The old man nodded, 'Precisely.' Cordelia turned to leave 'Oh Cordelia.' she turned to the ancient man huffily. ' You have one week to find the one you need to influence.'
' Influence?'
"Yes. Do you think that the champion's rescuer will be in LA? No. You will have to make events in the rescuer's life shift so that they are forced to be in the Los Angeles.' Cordelia nodded gratefully and just when she was about to leave he stopped her again.' And a little advice. Make sure that the one who will save Angelus makes the City of Angels thier permanant home.'
Cordelia had taken the advice. She took her time in finding the one. She realized that the eldest had implied that there was one person only who could rescue Angel and she had found her. After four days of searching she remembered how Buffy had died liitle more than a year ago and even though she was alive again, the slayer had died...........
******************** The New Caritas, Las Vegas***********************
Lorne stood on the side of the bar waiting for the Vendegen demon to finish his rendition of 'Memories'. Lorne chuckled to himself, he hoped this wasn't a lasting memory. He'd been in Vegas for a month and all was going well and even though the demon population was substantial he had a spell that made everything seemed human added to the 'No Violence' magical rule. The Vendegan moved, for lack of a better word, offstage and a teenage girl, a regular actually, was dragged onstage by another teen. The dragger grabbed the mike to make an announcement that the dragee obviously dreaded. Now that Lorne thought about it she was usually alone, and she never sang.
" It's my friend here's sixteenth birthday and we brought her to her favorite hangout to sing a liitle, so give her a hand!" the girl handed the mike to her obviously annoyed friend and selected a song. Lorne sat at a table towatch as he heard the opening strains of "Tears i Heaven". The spontaneous performers eyes widened as she shook her head, but she remained on stage as the lyrics began to roll accross the screen.
" Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven, Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven....' Lorne smiled at her mournful voice when the visions hit him so hard he fell out of his seat. Flashing before his eyes were visions of a parentless child that went from foster home to foster home. Then the young woman she was now, well maybe a little younger, sitting in a well furnished room and listeining to an older Englishman tell her a shocking tale,then her leaving Caritas and following a customer, a vampiric customer. Finally he saw a future vision of her battling none other than Conner himself in the lobby of the Hyperion.
After the last image faded Lorne found himself being hauled to his feet by the very girl whose life had flashed before his magenta eyes. She seated him and waved a concerned hand in front of his face.
"Are you okay?", her tan forehead crinkled in the middle with worry. Lorne waved a green hand and nodded.
"I'm fine my concerned little warrior, but as Ricki would say, 'You got some splainin' to do!"
****************** L.A***************************
Maeve Perez was standing in the foyer of the Hyperion when Fred walked into the lobby. The nervous young woman stared at the girl in wary anticipation, considering the call she had recieved from Lorne two days ago. She was a little below average height with brown eyes and hair that was so close to the same medium brown color it was eerie, except of course for the chunky black lowlights in her messy yet fashionable below shoulder length hair. Her olive skin was tanned deeply and she was wearing a black leather bomber jacket with a white t-shirt, worn-in low rider jeans and black suede sneakers." Hello, are you Maeve Walker ?"
The young woman put down her suitcase and smiled warily.
" Yes, who are you?" she inquired.
Fred giggled nervously."Fred, well it's Winifred really, but that makes me feel like I'm a 78 year old woman with corns and blue hair and.....and I'm talking too much aren't I? I'm sorry I do that sometimes, It's a habit I'm trying to break, unsuccessfully, but there has been some progress, I'm doing it again. Oh, bother it all."she exclaimed as she threw up her hands.
Maeve would have laughed at the tirade but a young african american man walked in from the side office and stared at her questioningly, " I'm sorry, we're not open for buisness at the time."
The girl chuckled softly at the remark," I assure you it is not I who needs the help." Gunn raised his eyebrows at her statement. He also noticed a slight spanish accent, she probably has immigrant parents, he thought. He was about to reply with an equal remark when a white light flashed inbetween them. Gunn fell to the ground with Fred wrapped in his arms for protection.
#
Cordelia shook off the light travel sickness and looked around the lobby. She watched as Fred and Gunn struggled to get up and a confused, yet stylish teen staring at her intently.
"Cordy!" yelped a very happy Fred as she wrapped her skinny arms around Cordelia's white silk clad body,"You're alive! I missed you so much it's been hard not having a girl friend to hang with, I mean it's just Charles and me and thats hardly sufficient..."
"Hey!," cried her indignant boyfriend. Fred smiled apologetically." It's good to see you again Cordelia. I was really worried about you. Now if we can only get the brooding father to come back everything will be normal, well for us anyway." he relented with a smirk as he sat down on the round sofa that occupied the lobby floor. Cordelia smiled at his attempt to make light of desperate times. She knew that they had had to close Angel Investigations and that the couple had each taken jobs to pay for everyday needs.
" It's good to see you guys again too. It is so boring in The Space." she turned gracefully," I mean the powers are so boring! Everything's fate this, and destiny that."
Fred and Gunn glanced at each other,"Powers?"
Cordelia sighed."Yeah, that's where i've been all this time. I was stopped on my way to meet Angel when the Powers called me to go up."
"Up?" Fred asked.
"Yep, I'm sort of a Power now." Cordelia dreaded the next sentence," But I can only stay long enought to save Angel, then it's back to deciding whether a stockbroker that lives with his mother dies or not."
Fred sighed , the emotion tinged with sympathy and sadness," Cordy that sounds terrible, but I hate to see you leave again. Who am I going to girl talk with?" she smiled weakly.
"Guys?" interupted Gunn." I think we're forgetting our guest." he explained, nodding towards an agitated, but obviously patient teen.
Cordelia turned to see the young girl whose life she knew every detail and tears burned in her eyes."Maeve." she said singly. The girl continued her emotionless stare that Cordy knew she employed so often." Maeve. I'm the reason you're in L.A. I gave the Watcher's Council the message through one of thier witches that you were to move here." she stopped momentarily to observe any reaction. None. Just when she was about to resume speaking the slayer replied.
" I know. The Council gave me an apartment and funds. They also made sure that ifthe question of a guardian was ever raised that all I had to do was contact them and they would take care of it." The girl waited for no response. She glance around the room and headed to the weapons cabinet. She removed several stakes, placed them in slots sown into her jacket and headed for the door. Gunn moved to stop her but Cordelia placed a hand up to stop him.
"She's going to hunt. We have to discuss rescue plans." Cordelia sighed inwardly. Explaining the Angel situation was not going to be easy. Besides she had to go alone. A meeting that could make or break the future of the world was scheduled for tonight. Conner was going to see his fate tonight. A fate that both would fight, hopefully not to the last.
please review. while i love writing it gives me inspiration when someone evaluates my work.
Post-Season 3
Cordelia sighed impatiently. She had been sucked up through a beam of light two months ago and only to find that life as a higher being wasn't so great. For one thing everything was white, something she considered to be a major downfall of the place. Would a splash of seafoam green kill them? Another downfall was that while she had found out upon her arrival that Conner and Justine had dumped Angel in the middle of the Pacific and she was lead to believe that she could do nothing about it. Then about one week ago a mishchievous higher being informed her of a loophole. When Cordelia found that the powers had misled her she went into Queen C mode. She walked straight into The White Room, where the Powers held thier counsel and demanded more information. The eldest Power sighed inwardly, he had grown fond of the impetous young woman, but she needed to learn her rank here.
' My dear,' he began patiently, Cordelia raised a perfect brow,' It is true. You may save your beloved champion. You may even return to Earth' Cordelia smiled brightly and the old man's face changed to a foreboding one,' However you yourself cannot save him nor can any other who cares for him.' Cordelia's 1000-watt smile dropped.
' Oh great. Just great. I have to get some stranger to go to the bottom of the ocean to rescue the man that I love.' she replied sarcastically.
The old man nodded, 'Precisely.' Cordelia turned to leave 'Oh Cordelia.' she turned to the ancient man huffily. ' You have one week to find the one you need to influence.'
' Influence?'
"Yes. Do you think that the champion's rescuer will be in LA? No. You will have to make events in the rescuer's life shift so that they are forced to be in the Los Angeles.' Cordelia nodded gratefully and just when she was about to leave he stopped her again.' And a little advice. Make sure that the one who will save Angelus makes the City of Angels thier permanant home.'
Cordelia had taken the advice. She took her time in finding the one. She realized that the eldest had implied that there was one person only who could rescue Angel and she had found her. After four days of searching she remembered how Buffy had died liitle more than a year ago and even though she was alive again, the slayer had died...........
******************** The New Caritas, Las Vegas***********************
Lorne stood on the side of the bar waiting for the Vendegen demon to finish his rendition of 'Memories'. Lorne chuckled to himself, he hoped this wasn't a lasting memory. He'd been in Vegas for a month and all was going well and even though the demon population was substantial he had a spell that made everything seemed human added to the 'No Violence' magical rule. The Vendegan moved, for lack of a better word, offstage and a teenage girl, a regular actually, was dragged onstage by another teen. The dragger grabbed the mike to make an announcement that the dragee obviously dreaded. Now that Lorne thought about it she was usually alone, and she never sang.
" It's my friend here's sixteenth birthday and we brought her to her favorite hangout to sing a liitle, so give her a hand!" the girl handed the mike to her obviously annoyed friend and selected a song. Lorne sat at a table towatch as he heard the opening strains of "Tears i Heaven". The spontaneous performers eyes widened as she shook her head, but she remained on stage as the lyrics began to roll accross the screen.
" Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven, Would it be the same if I saw you in heaven....' Lorne smiled at her mournful voice when the visions hit him so hard he fell out of his seat. Flashing before his eyes were visions of a parentless child that went from foster home to foster home. Then the young woman she was now, well maybe a little younger, sitting in a well furnished room and listeining to an older Englishman tell her a shocking tale,then her leaving Caritas and following a customer, a vampiric customer. Finally he saw a future vision of her battling none other than Conner himself in the lobby of the Hyperion.
After the last image faded Lorne found himself being hauled to his feet by the very girl whose life had flashed before his magenta eyes. She seated him and waved a concerned hand in front of his face.
"Are you okay?", her tan forehead crinkled in the middle with worry. Lorne waved a green hand and nodded.
"I'm fine my concerned little warrior, but as Ricki would say, 'You got some splainin' to do!"
****************** L.A***************************
Maeve Perez was standing in the foyer of the Hyperion when Fred walked into the lobby. The nervous young woman stared at the girl in wary anticipation, considering the call she had recieved from Lorne two days ago. She was a little below average height with brown eyes and hair that was so close to the same medium brown color it was eerie, except of course for the chunky black lowlights in her messy yet fashionable below shoulder length hair. Her olive skin was tanned deeply and she was wearing a black leather bomber jacket with a white t-shirt, worn-in low rider jeans and black suede sneakers." Hello, are you Maeve Walker ?"
The young woman put down her suitcase and smiled warily.
" Yes, who are you?" she inquired.
Fred giggled nervously."Fred, well it's Winifred really, but that makes me feel like I'm a 78 year old woman with corns and blue hair and.....and I'm talking too much aren't I? I'm sorry I do that sometimes, It's a habit I'm trying to break, unsuccessfully, but there has been some progress, I'm doing it again. Oh, bother it all."she exclaimed as she threw up her hands.
Maeve would have laughed at the tirade but a young african american man walked in from the side office and stared at her questioningly, " I'm sorry, we're not open for buisness at the time."
The girl chuckled softly at the remark," I assure you it is not I who needs the help." Gunn raised his eyebrows at her statement. He also noticed a slight spanish accent, she probably has immigrant parents, he thought. He was about to reply with an equal remark when a white light flashed inbetween them. Gunn fell to the ground with Fred wrapped in his arms for protection.
#
Cordelia shook off the light travel sickness and looked around the lobby. She watched as Fred and Gunn struggled to get up and a confused, yet stylish teen staring at her intently.
"Cordy!" yelped a very happy Fred as she wrapped her skinny arms around Cordelia's white silk clad body,"You're alive! I missed you so much it's been hard not having a girl friend to hang with, I mean it's just Charles and me and thats hardly sufficient..."
"Hey!," cried her indignant boyfriend. Fred smiled apologetically." It's good to see you again Cordelia. I was really worried about you. Now if we can only get the brooding father to come back everything will be normal, well for us anyway." he relented with a smirk as he sat down on the round sofa that occupied the lobby floor. Cordelia smiled at his attempt to make light of desperate times. She knew that they had had to close Angel Investigations and that the couple had each taken jobs to pay for everyday needs.
" It's good to see you guys again too. It is so boring in The Space." she turned gracefully," I mean the powers are so boring! Everything's fate this, and destiny that."
Fred and Gunn glanced at each other,"Powers?"
Cordelia sighed."Yeah, that's where i've been all this time. I was stopped on my way to meet Angel when the Powers called me to go up."
"Up?" Fred asked.
"Yep, I'm sort of a Power now." Cordelia dreaded the next sentence," But I can only stay long enought to save Angel, then it's back to deciding whether a stockbroker that lives with his mother dies or not."
Fred sighed , the emotion tinged with sympathy and sadness," Cordy that sounds terrible, but I hate to see you leave again. Who am I going to girl talk with?" she smiled weakly.
"Guys?" interupted Gunn." I think we're forgetting our guest." he explained, nodding towards an agitated, but obviously patient teen.
Cordelia turned to see the young girl whose life she knew every detail and tears burned in her eyes."Maeve." she said singly. The girl continued her emotionless stare that Cordy knew she employed so often." Maeve. I'm the reason you're in L.A. I gave the Watcher's Council the message through one of thier witches that you were to move here." she stopped momentarily to observe any reaction. None. Just when she was about to resume speaking the slayer replied.
" I know. The Council gave me an apartment and funds. They also made sure that ifthe question of a guardian was ever raised that all I had to do was contact them and they would take care of it." The girl waited for no response. She glance around the room and headed to the weapons cabinet. She removed several stakes, placed them in slots sown into her jacket and headed for the door. Gunn moved to stop her but Cordelia placed a hand up to stop him.
"She's going to hunt. We have to discuss rescue plans." Cordelia sighed inwardly. Explaining the Angel situation was not going to be easy. Besides she had to go alone. A meeting that could make or break the future of the world was scheduled for tonight. Conner was going to see his fate tonight. A fate that both would fight, hopefully not to the last.
please review. while i love writing it gives me inspiration when someone evaluates my work.