Part 7:
A/N: I decided that Angel should be in the story…I know it's late to bring them all in, so I'm going back a bit chronologically to just before the Scoobies meeting Monica for the first time. Next part will have more Xander and Riley in it.
Cordelia Chase had changed a lot since high school. Sure, she still had her self-centered moments, but after all she had witnessed in Sunnydale, it was difficult to look beyond all the evils of the world. Having no place to go after graduation, Cordelia decided to try her hand at acting in LA. Unfortunately, that never panned out and she just happened to meet Angel at a party a few months ago.
She chuckled a bit, thinking how strange her life had become. Cordelia, the May Queen at Sunnydale High, was working with a vampire with a soul, and an ex-Watcher, to help save the lives of complete strangers. "Well, we certainly don't lack for interesting things to do around here," she mused softly.
"What was that?" Cordelia looked up from her reverie.
"Oh, Wesley, I completely forgot you were here. Any luck on the research?" She got up from behind the computer to join Wesley on the couch.
He didn't even look up from the arcane book he was so absorbed with. "Hmmm? No, nothing so far. I haven't a clue what your last vision means, Cordelia. I've exhausted nearly all of my sources and none of them contain what you've described." Wesley sighed in frustration. "Go over what you saw, one more time."
Cordy groaned. "That's what you said last time. Ok, but this is it. The gang from Sunnydale was in danger. Buffy was heading up the group, of course, but there was something different. There were three people standing behind her, and they were glowing. Buffy seemed to be glowing too…or maybe she was just sweaty."
"Cordelia." Wesley looked at her warningly.
"Sorry. That's all I can remember though."
Wesley pondered this again, for what seemed like the millionth time. "The only thing that stands out is the glowing people." He paused again, working something through his head. "Cordelia? What was the color of the light surrounding them?"
Cordy cocked her head as she tried to recall. This was something that hadn't occurred to them before and it could be the key to finding the answer. "I'm not really sure…It seemed kind of-", she paused, looking for the right word. "Comforting? It didn't feel dangerous at all. I guess loving is the word I'm looking for. The three beings were surrounded in a golden light." She finally concluded, looking at Wesley. "Does that ring a bell?"
Wesley shook his head in dismay. He thought for sure that this would be the missing piece, but he was no closer to figuring it out than before. "I have no idea."
"What don't you have any idea about?" Angel chose that moment to walk into his office.
'Of course he's wearing black,' Cordelia thought to herself. "That vision I had the other day. We're still completely lost. The only thing I remember in addition to what I already told you is that the people were surrounded in a golden light."
Angel sat at the chair behind the desk, leaning forward in concentration. "Golden light? I seem to recall seeing something like that once. I was very young though, it was before I was turned."
Wesley looked at him in interest. "Tell us what you can remember."
Angel closed his eyes, trying to recall exactly what had happened. "I was about 12 or 13, and a friend of mine had drowned in the river on the outskirts of town," he began, a hint of the Irish accent coming through. "Patrick was my best friend, and I was feeling depressed about his death. I went back to the river where he drowned and I just sat at the banks, contemplating joining him."
Cordelia and Wesley both looked at him, the sympathy, yet gratefulness, evident in their eyes.
"I was standing at the waters edge, ready to go in and let the current take me away, when I heard something behind me. I turned around and I saw the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on. She had flowing red hair and beautiful hazel eyes. Her dress fluttered around her as though a slight breeze was moving it, but the one thing I remember about that day is how still it was. Yet there she stood, her hair blowing around her head and that dress, as soft as a cloud, billowing around her ankles.
"'Fear not,' she told me. She had the softest voice and the lilt of the Irish accent. All I could do was stare as she told me that she was and Angel sent by God, and of God's great love for me. She told me that He had a plan for me and if I were to kill myself, He would weep for me. I was so shocked that God could love me, little, unimportant me, that all thoughts of suicide left me. I cried so hard that afternoon, and she held me in her arms. I felt her relieve the embrace and when I looked up, she was gone."
His friends looked at him in sympathy and amazement. Suddenly, something seemed to click in Cordelia's head. "One of the women I saw in my vision had long red hair! Maybe it's the same Angel."
"Well, whatever the reason for there being Angels in Sunnydale, it's obvious we're need there." Wesley stated, rising from his place on the couch. "The Powers that Be don't send visions for the fun of it. And if God is sending His Angels, something big must be happening."
Angel looked at his two employees, his friends, the two who had stood by him when things got rough. And it looked like things were about to get rougher. "Wesley, call Giles and tell him we're coming. Both of you, pack your things," he told them. "We're going back to Sunnydale."
A/N: I decided that Angel should be in the story…I know it's late to bring them all in, so I'm going back a bit chronologically to just before the Scoobies meeting Monica for the first time. Next part will have more Xander and Riley in it.
Cordelia Chase had changed a lot since high school. Sure, she still had her self-centered moments, but after all she had witnessed in Sunnydale, it was difficult to look beyond all the evils of the world. Having no place to go after graduation, Cordelia decided to try her hand at acting in LA. Unfortunately, that never panned out and she just happened to meet Angel at a party a few months ago.
She chuckled a bit, thinking how strange her life had become. Cordelia, the May Queen at Sunnydale High, was working with a vampire with a soul, and an ex-Watcher, to help save the lives of complete strangers. "Well, we certainly don't lack for interesting things to do around here," she mused softly.
"What was that?" Cordelia looked up from her reverie.
"Oh, Wesley, I completely forgot you were here. Any luck on the research?" She got up from behind the computer to join Wesley on the couch.
He didn't even look up from the arcane book he was so absorbed with. "Hmmm? No, nothing so far. I haven't a clue what your last vision means, Cordelia. I've exhausted nearly all of my sources and none of them contain what you've described." Wesley sighed in frustration. "Go over what you saw, one more time."
Cordy groaned. "That's what you said last time. Ok, but this is it. The gang from Sunnydale was in danger. Buffy was heading up the group, of course, but there was something different. There were three people standing behind her, and they were glowing. Buffy seemed to be glowing too…or maybe she was just sweaty."
"Cordelia." Wesley looked at her warningly.
"Sorry. That's all I can remember though."
Wesley pondered this again, for what seemed like the millionth time. "The only thing that stands out is the glowing people." He paused again, working something through his head. "Cordelia? What was the color of the light surrounding them?"
Cordy cocked her head as she tried to recall. This was something that hadn't occurred to them before and it could be the key to finding the answer. "I'm not really sure…It seemed kind of-", she paused, looking for the right word. "Comforting? It didn't feel dangerous at all. I guess loving is the word I'm looking for. The three beings were surrounded in a golden light." She finally concluded, looking at Wesley. "Does that ring a bell?"
Wesley shook his head in dismay. He thought for sure that this would be the missing piece, but he was no closer to figuring it out than before. "I have no idea."
"What don't you have any idea about?" Angel chose that moment to walk into his office.
'Of course he's wearing black,' Cordelia thought to herself. "That vision I had the other day. We're still completely lost. The only thing I remember in addition to what I already told you is that the people were surrounded in a golden light."
Angel sat at the chair behind the desk, leaning forward in concentration. "Golden light? I seem to recall seeing something like that once. I was very young though, it was before I was turned."
Wesley looked at him in interest. "Tell us what you can remember."
Angel closed his eyes, trying to recall exactly what had happened. "I was about 12 or 13, and a friend of mine had drowned in the river on the outskirts of town," he began, a hint of the Irish accent coming through. "Patrick was my best friend, and I was feeling depressed about his death. I went back to the river where he drowned and I just sat at the banks, contemplating joining him."
Cordelia and Wesley both looked at him, the sympathy, yet gratefulness, evident in their eyes.
"I was standing at the waters edge, ready to go in and let the current take me away, when I heard something behind me. I turned around and I saw the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on. She had flowing red hair and beautiful hazel eyes. Her dress fluttered around her as though a slight breeze was moving it, but the one thing I remember about that day is how still it was. Yet there she stood, her hair blowing around her head and that dress, as soft as a cloud, billowing around her ankles.
"'Fear not,' she told me. She had the softest voice and the lilt of the Irish accent. All I could do was stare as she told me that she was and Angel sent by God, and of God's great love for me. She told me that He had a plan for me and if I were to kill myself, He would weep for me. I was so shocked that God could love me, little, unimportant me, that all thoughts of suicide left me. I cried so hard that afternoon, and she held me in her arms. I felt her relieve the embrace and when I looked up, she was gone."
His friends looked at him in sympathy and amazement. Suddenly, something seemed to click in Cordelia's head. "One of the women I saw in my vision had long red hair! Maybe it's the same Angel."
"Well, whatever the reason for there being Angels in Sunnydale, it's obvious we're need there." Wesley stated, rising from his place on the couch. "The Powers that Be don't send visions for the fun of it. And if God is sending His Angels, something big must be happening."
Angel looked at his two employees, his friends, the two who had stood by him when things got rough. And it looked like things were about to get rougher. "Wesley, call Giles and tell him we're coming. Both of you, pack your things," he told them. "We're going back to Sunnydale."