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Part 13
Angel walked out of his bathroom, after showering and dressing.
He felt more awake, if not better. He hadn't packed before leaving
LA, so unfortunately he'd had to put on his very wrinkled clothes again.
He saw Wesley sitting on a chair flipping through the television channels
but no Cordelia present. That wasn't good.
"Where's Cordelia?" Angel demanded.
Wesley flinched and looked up at him. "I don't know?" he offered.
"You're not a good liar, Wes," Angel replied. "Tell me, NOW."
"She didn't exactly say..."
"Wes-LEY...." Angel's voice rose on the second syllable, much the way
parents do when scolding their children.
"I imagine she's trying to fix things," Wesley said softly.
"Come on," Angel said, grabbing Wesley by the arm and dragging him
out of the hotel room.
"Where are we going?" Wesley asked.
"We're going to find Cordelia," Angel explained, releasing his
arm. "And you're coming along to keep me from killing her if we find
her bothering Buffy. In fact, if she's there, you're going to get her
out of Buffy's hair, I don't care if you have to drag her away kicking and
screaming."
"I don't understand," Wesley said, but followed Angel to the car,
getting in the passenger seat. "Why can't you--"
"Buffy doesn't want to see me." Angel cut him off.
"Angel, I'm sure that's not tru--" Wesley trailed off as Angel glared
at him. "None of my business. Right," he nodded.
"I'm sorry," Angel said after a few minutes of driving in silence. "I
discovered I shouldn't have come here, Wesley. I don't want Cordelia
making things worse."
"Oh. I'm sorry things didn't go well," Wesley said. "But Cordelia just
wants to help --"
"She can't help, Wes. Nobody can. There's no way to 'fix' it, because
some things can't be fixed."
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Cordelia found the address of the Harris' apartment, without too much
trouble. She and Willow had become friends over the years and she and
Xander had made their peace. She still found it amusing that she'd
figured out they belonged together long before they had. She had even
been invited to their wedding, but demon-fighting had spoiled her
plans to attend.
She knocked on the door, checking her watch. It was eleven, hopefully
they'd be up. And hopefully they'd be willing to help.
"Cordelia!" Willow exclaimed in surprise, before hugging her. "Wow,
this is unexpected. Come in," she invited, stepping back. "What
brings you to Sunnydale?"
"Where's Xander?" Cordelia asked.
"Here," Xander walked into the living room. "Hey, Cordy. What's up?"
"Good, because I only want to say this once," Cordelia said. "I'm
thinking he's looking for me and rather ticked off, so I'm going to
go with the short story. I promise I'll fill in all the details
later."
"Who's looking for you?" Willow asked.
"Angel."
"But it's daytime. Last I knew, Deadboy didn't get along with the
sun," Xander protested.
"They declared a truce seeing as Angel's now alive," Cordelia
replied.
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Part 13
Angel walked out of his bathroom, after showering and dressing.
He felt more awake, if not better. He hadn't packed before leaving
LA, so unfortunately he'd had to put on his very wrinkled clothes again.
He saw Wesley sitting on a chair flipping through the television channels
but no Cordelia present. That wasn't good.
"Where's Cordelia?" Angel demanded.
Wesley flinched and looked up at him. "I don't know?" he offered.
"You're not a good liar, Wes," Angel replied. "Tell me, NOW."
"She didn't exactly say..."
"Wes-LEY...." Angel's voice rose on the second syllable, much the way
parents do when scolding their children.
"I imagine she's trying to fix things," Wesley said softly.
"Come on," Angel said, grabbing Wesley by the arm and dragging him
out of the hotel room.
"Where are we going?" Wesley asked.
"We're going to find Cordelia," Angel explained, releasing his
arm. "And you're coming along to keep me from killing her if we find
her bothering Buffy. In fact, if she's there, you're going to get her
out of Buffy's hair, I don't care if you have to drag her away kicking and
screaming."
"I don't understand," Wesley said, but followed Angel to the car,
getting in the passenger seat. "Why can't you--"
"Buffy doesn't want to see me." Angel cut him off.
"Angel, I'm sure that's not tru--" Wesley trailed off as Angel glared
at him. "None of my business. Right," he nodded.
"I'm sorry," Angel said after a few minutes of driving in silence. "I
discovered I shouldn't have come here, Wesley. I don't want Cordelia
making things worse."
"Oh. I'm sorry things didn't go well," Wesley said. "But Cordelia just
wants to help --"
"She can't help, Wes. Nobody can. There's no way to 'fix' it, because
some things can't be fixed."
********
Cordelia found the address of the Harris' apartment, without too much
trouble. She and Willow had become friends over the years and she and
Xander had made their peace. She still found it amusing that she'd
figured out they belonged together long before they had. She had even
been invited to their wedding, but demon-fighting had spoiled her
plans to attend.
She knocked on the door, checking her watch. It was eleven, hopefully
they'd be up. And hopefully they'd be willing to help.
"Cordelia!" Willow exclaimed in surprise, before hugging her. "Wow,
this is unexpected. Come in," she invited, stepping back. "What
brings you to Sunnydale?"
"Where's Xander?" Cordelia asked.
"Here," Xander walked into the living room. "Hey, Cordy. What's up?"
"Good, because I only want to say this once," Cordelia said. "I'm
thinking he's looking for me and rather ticked off, so I'm going to
go with the short story. I promise I'll fill in all the details
later."
"Who's looking for you?" Willow asked.
"Angel."
"But it's daytime. Last I knew, Deadboy didn't get along with the
sun," Xander protested.
"They declared a truce seeing as Angel's now alive," Cordelia
replied.
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