A/N- *cruel and typically bad-guy voice*: well well well...look what we have here...PEOPLE THAT AREN'T ALL REVIEWING....ahh...there is a punishment for u somewhere...I'm sure of it. Like, when u put up your fics and don't get any reviews...mwahahaha...
*normal voice*: I'm kidding, though... I really wouldn't wish that bad a punishment on anyone... ^_^ (But, to those of you that *have* posted a word or two or even a couple of sentences, I'm sure that there's a fanfic heaven or something for you...) ^_^ Even if you've already reviewed, please review again... each chapter is different, and I need to know whether you guys are still liking... and even if you're not, tell me *why*...don't expect other ppl to do it for you...believe me, it doesn't always work out well...
Also, (remembering I haven't seen any of season 3) I read that in `Waiting In The Wings' or something like that, Groo comes back for Cordy and Gunn ends up with Fred...this is set *before* then and my made-up character hasn't read that far in spoilers...all she knows is that Angel likes Cordy...that's it...okay? This is gonna be fun... I have a plan...but what is it?
Now, on to the fic...
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I glance at the clock on the bedside table. 6 am. I've slept for 4 hours at a maximum. Oh well, such is life. Wow...was it 2 days ago that I was getting pissed off because it was 7am and I'd only had, like, 8 hours sleep? This whole dimension hopping debacle is changing me...Oh boy is it changing me...
Pulling myself out of bed, I head towards the shower. Once I'm all refreshed, I pull on my black pants. My white shirt, though, is totally unwearable. It has dirt and cuts in it from the night I was rescued from those vamps. Yes, I know that I was wearing a black bra with it...I wear black under white. Heaps of my friends hate it...I don't think its that noticeable, really...But this time it was only because all my white bras were in the wash.
I sigh. I don't have a shirt. This could be a problem. I can't go downstairs without a shirt. I wonder...
I grab Angel's 2^nd shirt from last night and slip back into it. It's long and loose enough to pull up and tie a stylish (and if not stylish, *tasteful*) knot in the left side, baring a strip of flesh between the top of my hips and the bottom of my ribs, causing it to become a bare-midriff kinda top. I look in the mirror...It doesn't look *that* bad and the cuts on my back have healed and almost disappeared...as have the ones on my face.
Hang on a second...I thought only slayers and non-human types healed that quickly. Last time I checked, I was *human*...therefore, cuts there should be...
I'll ask Angel about it today. I'm not feeling all battered up anymore either. That means that I can probably go `contact hustling' with him. I know, I shouldn't get so excited about it, but I am... For shame...
I fix my hair up and walk into the hall. It's deserted. Then I hear the baby starting to cry. I wander into his room, which right next to Angel's, and cautiously approach his crib. He's lying there kicking his legs and demanding attention. I smile and lean over him cooing, "Hey there little one...how ya doin'?" He stops crying and looks up at me. "Hello..." I repeat. "Why were you crying, huh?" I offer him my hand, which he takes and starts sucking my pinkie. "Hey...I just washed that hand, thankyou very much." It doesn't faze him and I decide my protesting is useless. "Fine. You win. Slobber on my pinkie if you want."
Someone laughs lightly behind me. I turn, leaving my hand in the crib for Connor, to see Angel leaning against the doorway to the adjoining room. He's radiating in pride of his son. "Good morning." He chirps. (Hey, since when does Angel *chirp*? I think I've missed something...)
"Hey...what are you doing up so early?" Not that seeing him is a bad thing... NO. I'm supposed to be getting *over* this stupid crush thing... and thoughts like that aren't exactly gonna help...
He walks over and stands beside me. "He was crying, but by the time I got out of bed you were already here. I heard you over the monitor...not that I need the baby monitor...my vampire hearing is enough..."
I smile. Not necessarily at him, more like at both he and Connor collectively. "But, sometimes I guess it helps to have that extra bit of security."
"Yeah...that's what Cordy said." He smiles distantly.
Hah! I *was* right! "So...you wanted to know what I meant last night..." I start.
Angel lifts Connor up out of the crib and places him on the change table. "Yeah..." The baby squirms and giggles as Angel pulls his dirty diaper off and gets a new one.
"You have feelings for her, don't you?" I ask gently.
He finishes changing Connor and looks for a cute little outfit to dress him in. "What? What makes you think that I-"
"Its soo obvious. Even more so than my crush on you, which was right there in everyone's face...but it's also what's happening on the show..." I cut him off. "I like the tiny jeans, by the way. With the tiny black sweater."
"Thanks." He pulls the clothes onto the baby and then cradles him in his arms. "Is it really that obvious?"
"Umm...well, to everyone *but* Cordelia." I tell him.
"Does she...I mean...Do you think she would...what I'm *trying* to say is...Would she say yes? To me, I mean?" He enquires earnestly.
"Well... I don't know...I didn't get that far with the spoilers...But I know that you think you're in love with her...Sorry. That's it. And anyhow...it would be tampering with the storyline if I did know and I told you...Not that me being here isn't tampering already..."
"I get the picture." He sighs. "Well, it was worth a try."
"Why don't you just tell her how you feel?"
We've made our way to the elevator now and he just looks at me. "I'm not exactly a `Care Bear'. Not even one with fangs. You should know that."
I smile as we step in and he pushes the button to the lobby. "Yeah...I know. I don't exactly listen to my own advice either...You know the saying `Practice What You Preach'? Well, I don't. So my advice isn't quite as forceful then, is it?"
The elevator pulls to a stop and the doors swing open. He takes a step out and I follow. "But if you ever need to talk about it..." I offer quietly, so that Cordy can't hear, "I'm always here to listen...uh, until I get home again..."
"Thank you."
Everyone's seated around the dining table again. Cordelia looks me up and down and says, "Aargh! What is this? Do all you Angel-types *not* know colour?"
"Good morning to you too..." I huff indignantly. "I happen to *like* black. One of the many reasons for my nickname..."
Angel smirks and Cordy stares him down, taking Connor from him and observing his clothes. "And you're doing it to Connor too." She breathes in frustration. "I bought him a cute little sailor outfit and have you dressed him in it yet? No."
"I don't like the idea of dressing him like a sailor. It...It's stereotypical...and seriously...*my* son in a *sailor* suit. It doesn't sound right." He argues.
She shakes her head in defeat. Whoa...back up...since when does Cordelia ever admit defeat? "At least he's not *completely* in black." She eyes both Angel and I over.
I open my mouth to protest again, but think better of it. It's just the character she plays. Nothing personal. Plus...I like her. She's really nice once you get used to her. Even if you're just watching her on TV, she comes off a bit strong at first...but, once you get past that, she's one of the best characters on either Btvs or AtS.
Once she's had her little rant, she smiles at me. How easy *is* it to forget when you've just insulted or picked on somebody? "So, are you ready to come shopping? You really can't tell me you're gonna wear *that* for as long as you're here."
I glance at Angel, who's now sitting with Fred and musing over the newspaper. I *really* wanted to go do things with him today...he has more fun. But, I guess Cordelia has a point. "Sure." I tell her, trying to sound as enthusiastic as she does. "I can't wait."
"Great." She replies, spinning around and walking into the kitchen. I follow her. I don't know why, but I do. "I didn't know what you wanted for breakfast, so I was waiting `till you came downstairs. What do you want?"
Suddenly, I miss my mum. She's always there of a morning trying to force-feed me some breakfast. I still remember the other day, even though here in Angel Land, it was months ago. "I'm not really hungry." I answer, trying to stay bright and bubbly. "I never eat breakfast, well, unless my mum forces me to..."
"Well, you're gonna eat something. With all the fighting and action we got goin' here, you need to have as much energy as possible." She firmly instructs.
I try my hardest to ignore the pang of homesickness in my stomach and smile brightly. "If you put it that way...Bring on the toast."
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"Angel!" Cordy calls, waving a hand in front of my face. "Hello? Anybody in there?"
I shake myself out of my thoughts. "Hmm...yeah? I'm sorry...my thoughts are somewhere else...You were saying?"
She holds up yet another pastel blue shirt. "What do you think?"
"Its...uh...blue." I offer. "Like everything else you've tried to get me to wear..."
"That's `cos blue suits you..." She thrusts it into my arms. "Go try it on."
"But, we've been through this a *thousand* times...I don't like girly, frilly stuff. If you're gonna get me into blue, at least make it less...pastel. Plus, I've been told that dark blue looks better on me."
She `urgh's in frustration and goes in search of another shirt. This time she holds up a nice red number. "What about this?"
I look it over. I like the design. It has short sleeves and a v-neck that dips into the perfect teasing amount of cleavage, but not so much that I'd look like a tramp. And red is a nice strong colour...a little more conspicuous than black, but I like it. And it would go nicely with my black pants. "Yeah...that's more like it." She smiles, relieved that I *finally* agree with something and hands it to me.
"Go try it on."
With that, I make my way over to the change rooms. I leave her to find some more clothes for me to wear. I pull the shirt on. It's a soft material, and not too clingy. Actually, I really like it. Of course, I'm not gonna decide to buy it until I see the price tag. I take it back off again and fix Angel's shirt back to the way I had it before. Next I pick the red one up again and search for the price tag. Actually, the price is pretty reasonable. I'm sold.
Beaming, I leave the change rooms and look for Cordelia. I find her rummaging through an assortment of pale pink t-shirts. "Oh no. Pastel blue is one thing...pink is...is just *wrong*." I tell her.
She laughs. "I figured that. This is for me anyway..." She looks at the shirt in my arms. "What did you think?"
"I'm sold."
"Finally! You actually found one you like. Thank god! I thought we would never find anything..."
I smile. "Yeah, well...I still liked the black one better."
She shakes her head with a smile. "Oh well... We gotta find you some more clothes..." And then she's off, heading towards another rack of shirts. I follow her. She babbles on about needing another shirt or two, a couple of skirts (Argh...when I said I don't do girly, what did she not understand?) and maybe another pair of pants. "...Not to mention shoes and underwear..."
Oh brother...this is gonna take a while...
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"Good Lord." Wesley gasps as we walk back into the Hyperion.
"What?" I ask. "New Big Bad?" He looks at me blankly, then it dawns on me. "Oh...the shopping." I say, holding up one of the four bags I'm carrying. Cordy has 5 more in her arms. "Yeah...Cordelia really goes psycho when you put her in a shop with money to spend."
"Well...these are necessities." She argues.
"I should hardly think that 3 boxes...I mean, *pairs* of shoes are necessary." Wesley responds.
"Sure they are." She throws back. "You got your basic pumps, your casual slip-ons and your dress heels."
I stand behind her trying to motion to Wesley that I didn't need any shoes at all...She doesn't seem to notice `cos she just takes my bags and heads towards the elevator, saying "I'll put these in your room while I check on Connor, kay?"
I nod and watch her go. The second she's out of earshot I apologetically turn back to Wes. "I tried to stop her, but-"
"Its quite alright." He assures me.
"She went overboard. I didn't need anymore clothes-"
"Honestly, its fine." He insists. "I believe she justifies it by using the `You Have To Be Prepared For Every Occasion' tactic. And rightly so, I guess. We still don't know how long you're going to be here yet...so, in a way, she was being pretty reasonable."
"I'm still so sorry... I don't know whether you've noticed, but she gets a little carried away..."
"We've noticed." Gunn says, walking in from the courtyard with Fred. He throws a smug glance at Wesley, who glares at him.
OhMyGod! They *both* have the hots for Fred. Oh...that can't be good...Someone's gonna get hurt here. Somehow, I always figured that Wes would fall for her, but Gunn too? Uhoh...
"You should have come too." I tell Fred.
She smiles. "Aw...nah...I was stayin' here `cos we had some more researchin' to do...maybe next time..."
I shake my head. "I hope there's no next time...I mean it...Cordy goes crazy when shopping and clothes are involved...Thanks but no thanks."
We all have a laugh and then Angel walks in. "What's so funny?" He asks.
"Cordy and shopping." Gunn tells him.
"Never goin' there again." I add.
Angel smiles. "That bad, huh?"
"Let's just say that if I thought I had enough clothes to last me for however long I need *before* we left, I've got enough now to last a million eternities."
"You've got some *variety* now." Cordelia says, joining us in the lobby again.
"That's an understatement." I tell her.
She laughs and after a while we decide to order some dinner. I didn't think that we'd been gone as long as we had, but the sun is starting to set now, so I guess we *were* really gone all day. I'll admit that I had fun, though.
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"So..." I say, swallowing the last of my tacos. "What's gonna happen with this whole inter-dimension hopping that I've got going?"
"Well...in each dimension, we have someone that looks just like us that shares our energy..." Wesley begins.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...I know this. Angel and I have been through all the `There's a glitch in the Matrix' stuff." At Wesley, Fred and Angel's blank expressions, I sigh. "Please tell me you've heard of `The Matrix'."
"We have...its just that these bozos haven't seen the movie. Fred is excused `cos she wasn't in Earth at the time." Cordy says. "But the others have no lives..."
"Excuse me for saving the world time and time again." Angel retorts. "Wesley is the only one without a life..."
"I beg your pardon, but I lead a rich and varied social life. I just do not have time for these movies..." The ex-watcher pouts.
"Well..." I explain. "The reference is about dejavu. I was saying that Angel already filled me in on all that stuff."
"Oh...well, then you're on the same page as the rest of us. You know what we know." He replies.
"Okay. What about this Damien guy? What have you got on him?" I ask.
Wesley looks puzzled again. "What Damien guy?"
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A/N- It has taken a little longer than I thought it would, but I finally got chapter 6 up. Now its your job to tell me what you think...Pleeaassee...
*normal voice*: I'm kidding, though... I really wouldn't wish that bad a punishment on anyone... ^_^ (But, to those of you that *have* posted a word or two or even a couple of sentences, I'm sure that there's a fanfic heaven or something for you...) ^_^ Even if you've already reviewed, please review again... each chapter is different, and I need to know whether you guys are still liking... and even if you're not, tell me *why*...don't expect other ppl to do it for you...believe me, it doesn't always work out well...
Also, (remembering I haven't seen any of season 3) I read that in `Waiting In The Wings' or something like that, Groo comes back for Cordy and Gunn ends up with Fred...this is set *before* then and my made-up character hasn't read that far in spoilers...all she knows is that Angel likes Cordy...that's it...okay? This is gonna be fun... I have a plan...but what is it?
Now, on to the fic...
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I glance at the clock on the bedside table. 6 am. I've slept for 4 hours at a maximum. Oh well, such is life. Wow...was it 2 days ago that I was getting pissed off because it was 7am and I'd only had, like, 8 hours sleep? This whole dimension hopping debacle is changing me...Oh boy is it changing me...
Pulling myself out of bed, I head towards the shower. Once I'm all refreshed, I pull on my black pants. My white shirt, though, is totally unwearable. It has dirt and cuts in it from the night I was rescued from those vamps. Yes, I know that I was wearing a black bra with it...I wear black under white. Heaps of my friends hate it...I don't think its that noticeable, really...But this time it was only because all my white bras were in the wash.
I sigh. I don't have a shirt. This could be a problem. I can't go downstairs without a shirt. I wonder...
I grab Angel's 2^nd shirt from last night and slip back into it. It's long and loose enough to pull up and tie a stylish (and if not stylish, *tasteful*) knot in the left side, baring a strip of flesh between the top of my hips and the bottom of my ribs, causing it to become a bare-midriff kinda top. I look in the mirror...It doesn't look *that* bad and the cuts on my back have healed and almost disappeared...as have the ones on my face.
Hang on a second...I thought only slayers and non-human types healed that quickly. Last time I checked, I was *human*...therefore, cuts there should be...
I'll ask Angel about it today. I'm not feeling all battered up anymore either. That means that I can probably go `contact hustling' with him. I know, I shouldn't get so excited about it, but I am... For shame...
I fix my hair up and walk into the hall. It's deserted. Then I hear the baby starting to cry. I wander into his room, which right next to Angel's, and cautiously approach his crib. He's lying there kicking his legs and demanding attention. I smile and lean over him cooing, "Hey there little one...how ya doin'?" He stops crying and looks up at me. "Hello..." I repeat. "Why were you crying, huh?" I offer him my hand, which he takes and starts sucking my pinkie. "Hey...I just washed that hand, thankyou very much." It doesn't faze him and I decide my protesting is useless. "Fine. You win. Slobber on my pinkie if you want."
Someone laughs lightly behind me. I turn, leaving my hand in the crib for Connor, to see Angel leaning against the doorway to the adjoining room. He's radiating in pride of his son. "Good morning." He chirps. (Hey, since when does Angel *chirp*? I think I've missed something...)
"Hey...what are you doing up so early?" Not that seeing him is a bad thing... NO. I'm supposed to be getting *over* this stupid crush thing... and thoughts like that aren't exactly gonna help...
He walks over and stands beside me. "He was crying, but by the time I got out of bed you were already here. I heard you over the monitor...not that I need the baby monitor...my vampire hearing is enough..."
I smile. Not necessarily at him, more like at both he and Connor collectively. "But, sometimes I guess it helps to have that extra bit of security."
"Yeah...that's what Cordy said." He smiles distantly.
Hah! I *was* right! "So...you wanted to know what I meant last night..." I start.
Angel lifts Connor up out of the crib and places him on the change table. "Yeah..." The baby squirms and giggles as Angel pulls his dirty diaper off and gets a new one.
"You have feelings for her, don't you?" I ask gently.
He finishes changing Connor and looks for a cute little outfit to dress him in. "What? What makes you think that I-"
"Its soo obvious. Even more so than my crush on you, which was right there in everyone's face...but it's also what's happening on the show..." I cut him off. "I like the tiny jeans, by the way. With the tiny black sweater."
"Thanks." He pulls the clothes onto the baby and then cradles him in his arms. "Is it really that obvious?"
"Umm...well, to everyone *but* Cordelia." I tell him.
"Does she...I mean...Do you think she would...what I'm *trying* to say is...Would she say yes? To me, I mean?" He enquires earnestly.
"Well... I don't know...I didn't get that far with the spoilers...But I know that you think you're in love with her...Sorry. That's it. And anyhow...it would be tampering with the storyline if I did know and I told you...Not that me being here isn't tampering already..."
"I get the picture." He sighs. "Well, it was worth a try."
"Why don't you just tell her how you feel?"
We've made our way to the elevator now and he just looks at me. "I'm not exactly a `Care Bear'. Not even one with fangs. You should know that."
I smile as we step in and he pushes the button to the lobby. "Yeah...I know. I don't exactly listen to my own advice either...You know the saying `Practice What You Preach'? Well, I don't. So my advice isn't quite as forceful then, is it?"
The elevator pulls to a stop and the doors swing open. He takes a step out and I follow. "But if you ever need to talk about it..." I offer quietly, so that Cordy can't hear, "I'm always here to listen...uh, until I get home again..."
"Thank you."
Everyone's seated around the dining table again. Cordelia looks me up and down and says, "Aargh! What is this? Do all you Angel-types *not* know colour?"
"Good morning to you too..." I huff indignantly. "I happen to *like* black. One of the many reasons for my nickname..."
Angel smirks and Cordy stares him down, taking Connor from him and observing his clothes. "And you're doing it to Connor too." She breathes in frustration. "I bought him a cute little sailor outfit and have you dressed him in it yet? No."
"I don't like the idea of dressing him like a sailor. It...It's stereotypical...and seriously...*my* son in a *sailor* suit. It doesn't sound right." He argues.
She shakes her head in defeat. Whoa...back up...since when does Cordelia ever admit defeat? "At least he's not *completely* in black." She eyes both Angel and I over.
I open my mouth to protest again, but think better of it. It's just the character she plays. Nothing personal. Plus...I like her. She's really nice once you get used to her. Even if you're just watching her on TV, she comes off a bit strong at first...but, once you get past that, she's one of the best characters on either Btvs or AtS.
Once she's had her little rant, she smiles at me. How easy *is* it to forget when you've just insulted or picked on somebody? "So, are you ready to come shopping? You really can't tell me you're gonna wear *that* for as long as you're here."
I glance at Angel, who's now sitting with Fred and musing over the newspaper. I *really* wanted to go do things with him today...he has more fun. But, I guess Cordelia has a point. "Sure." I tell her, trying to sound as enthusiastic as she does. "I can't wait."
"Great." She replies, spinning around and walking into the kitchen. I follow her. I don't know why, but I do. "I didn't know what you wanted for breakfast, so I was waiting `till you came downstairs. What do you want?"
Suddenly, I miss my mum. She's always there of a morning trying to force-feed me some breakfast. I still remember the other day, even though here in Angel Land, it was months ago. "I'm not really hungry." I answer, trying to stay bright and bubbly. "I never eat breakfast, well, unless my mum forces me to..."
"Well, you're gonna eat something. With all the fighting and action we got goin' here, you need to have as much energy as possible." She firmly instructs.
I try my hardest to ignore the pang of homesickness in my stomach and smile brightly. "If you put it that way...Bring on the toast."
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"Angel!" Cordy calls, waving a hand in front of my face. "Hello? Anybody in there?"
I shake myself out of my thoughts. "Hmm...yeah? I'm sorry...my thoughts are somewhere else...You were saying?"
She holds up yet another pastel blue shirt. "What do you think?"
"Its...uh...blue." I offer. "Like everything else you've tried to get me to wear..."
"That's `cos blue suits you..." She thrusts it into my arms. "Go try it on."
"But, we've been through this a *thousand* times...I don't like girly, frilly stuff. If you're gonna get me into blue, at least make it less...pastel. Plus, I've been told that dark blue looks better on me."
She `urgh's in frustration and goes in search of another shirt. This time she holds up a nice red number. "What about this?"
I look it over. I like the design. It has short sleeves and a v-neck that dips into the perfect teasing amount of cleavage, but not so much that I'd look like a tramp. And red is a nice strong colour...a little more conspicuous than black, but I like it. And it would go nicely with my black pants. "Yeah...that's more like it." She smiles, relieved that I *finally* agree with something and hands it to me.
"Go try it on."
With that, I make my way over to the change rooms. I leave her to find some more clothes for me to wear. I pull the shirt on. It's a soft material, and not too clingy. Actually, I really like it. Of course, I'm not gonna decide to buy it until I see the price tag. I take it back off again and fix Angel's shirt back to the way I had it before. Next I pick the red one up again and search for the price tag. Actually, the price is pretty reasonable. I'm sold.
Beaming, I leave the change rooms and look for Cordelia. I find her rummaging through an assortment of pale pink t-shirts. "Oh no. Pastel blue is one thing...pink is...is just *wrong*." I tell her.
She laughs. "I figured that. This is for me anyway..." She looks at the shirt in my arms. "What did you think?"
"I'm sold."
"Finally! You actually found one you like. Thank god! I thought we would never find anything..."
I smile. "Yeah, well...I still liked the black one better."
She shakes her head with a smile. "Oh well... We gotta find you some more clothes..." And then she's off, heading towards another rack of shirts. I follow her. She babbles on about needing another shirt or two, a couple of skirts (Argh...when I said I don't do girly, what did she not understand?) and maybe another pair of pants. "...Not to mention shoes and underwear..."
Oh brother...this is gonna take a while...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Good Lord." Wesley gasps as we walk back into the Hyperion.
"What?" I ask. "New Big Bad?" He looks at me blankly, then it dawns on me. "Oh...the shopping." I say, holding up one of the four bags I'm carrying. Cordy has 5 more in her arms. "Yeah...Cordelia really goes psycho when you put her in a shop with money to spend."
"Well...these are necessities." She argues.
"I should hardly think that 3 boxes...I mean, *pairs* of shoes are necessary." Wesley responds.
"Sure they are." She throws back. "You got your basic pumps, your casual slip-ons and your dress heels."
I stand behind her trying to motion to Wesley that I didn't need any shoes at all...She doesn't seem to notice `cos she just takes my bags and heads towards the elevator, saying "I'll put these in your room while I check on Connor, kay?"
I nod and watch her go. The second she's out of earshot I apologetically turn back to Wes. "I tried to stop her, but-"
"Its quite alright." He assures me.
"She went overboard. I didn't need anymore clothes-"
"Honestly, its fine." He insists. "I believe she justifies it by using the `You Have To Be Prepared For Every Occasion' tactic. And rightly so, I guess. We still don't know how long you're going to be here yet...so, in a way, she was being pretty reasonable."
"I'm still so sorry... I don't know whether you've noticed, but she gets a little carried away..."
"We've noticed." Gunn says, walking in from the courtyard with Fred. He throws a smug glance at Wesley, who glares at him.
OhMyGod! They *both* have the hots for Fred. Oh...that can't be good...Someone's gonna get hurt here. Somehow, I always figured that Wes would fall for her, but Gunn too? Uhoh...
"You should have come too." I tell Fred.
She smiles. "Aw...nah...I was stayin' here `cos we had some more researchin' to do...maybe next time..."
I shake my head. "I hope there's no next time...I mean it...Cordy goes crazy when shopping and clothes are involved...Thanks but no thanks."
We all have a laugh and then Angel walks in. "What's so funny?" He asks.
"Cordy and shopping." Gunn tells him.
"Never goin' there again." I add.
Angel smiles. "That bad, huh?"
"Let's just say that if I thought I had enough clothes to last me for however long I need *before* we left, I've got enough now to last a million eternities."
"You've got some *variety* now." Cordelia says, joining us in the lobby again.
"That's an understatement." I tell her.
She laughs and after a while we decide to order some dinner. I didn't think that we'd been gone as long as we had, but the sun is starting to set now, so I guess we *were* really gone all day. I'll admit that I had fun, though.
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"So..." I say, swallowing the last of my tacos. "What's gonna happen with this whole inter-dimension hopping that I've got going?"
"Well...in each dimension, we have someone that looks just like us that shares our energy..." Wesley begins.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...I know this. Angel and I have been through all the `There's a glitch in the Matrix' stuff." At Wesley, Fred and Angel's blank expressions, I sigh. "Please tell me you've heard of `The Matrix'."
"We have...its just that these bozos haven't seen the movie. Fred is excused `cos she wasn't in Earth at the time." Cordy says. "But the others have no lives..."
"Excuse me for saving the world time and time again." Angel retorts. "Wesley is the only one without a life..."
"I beg your pardon, but I lead a rich and varied social life. I just do not have time for these movies..." The ex-watcher pouts.
"Well..." I explain. "The reference is about dejavu. I was saying that Angel already filled me in on all that stuff."
"Oh...well, then you're on the same page as the rest of us. You know what we know." He replies.
"Okay. What about this Damien guy? What have you got on him?" I ask.
Wesley looks puzzled again. "What Damien guy?"
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A/N- It has taken a little longer than I thought it would, but I finally got chapter 6 up. Now its your job to tell me what you think...Pleeaassee...
