Chapter 3
She looked up as Gunn handed her a mug. "Oh coffee," Cordy sighed, "Just what I need!"
"Now, do you think you could enlighten us as to what is was that you saw precisely?" Lorne pressed her slightly.
"Take your time." Angel, sitting next to her, soothed her while glaring at Lorne.
"Well," Cordelia began with uncharacteristic uncertainty. "It's bad."
"Why do I hear an echo in here?" Wesley said, entering the lobby from the office. "Willow just called, and almost the exact same words were on her lips."
Everyone looked surprised; except Cordy. "Buffy was there." They glanced at her. "She was in my dream. Or vision, whatever you want to call it." She shivered. "She knows too."
"Okay," Angel said, sounding businesslike as he knelt in front of her. "What do we need to do?"
"The Slayer," a voice that wasn't really Cordy's hissed. "Find the Slayer!"
The gang looked at each other, worried. "Cordelia?" Lorne asked.
She shook her head as if to clear it, and looked up at them. "The Slayer," she repeated in her normal voice.
"You said Buffy already knows," Angel intergected.
"No," Cordelia shook her head again. "Not her. The real Slayer."
*
Lindsay McDonald had been having a good day, until the phone rang.
"Yeah?" he answered it, then stopped when he heard the voice on the other end. "What in the hell are you calling me for?"
He listened for a moment to the suddenly urgent voice. "You what?" He ran his hand through his hair, but somehow this gesture did little to comfort him. Instead, it reminded him how little he liked his present caller. "Why don't you ask Lilah? I'm sure she'd *love* to help you."
The response was short, to the point, and on the verge of being obscene. He smiled; a hard, feral expression. "Fine. If it means hell for Linwood, I'm all for it. Yeah, I know he took over Holland's job. Dumbass. I'm refering to Linwood. He'll never have Holland's
creative genius. Hey, doesn't mean I liked the guy; I can just admire his ability to manipulate people." The voice spoke, and there was a pause before Lindsay answered. "Yes, I know about Darla, too."
He sighed. "Look," he said pacing around the room. "I'll help you. Don't take it personally or anything. I couldn't care less about you goody-goodies, but if the end of the world is coming I'm not exactly ready. And I'd really like to screw Wolfram & Hart over."
He shrugged. "You know, return the favor."
*
"You know we can still go with my idea." Gunn figeted nervously as they stood in the parking lot of the prison, in the shade of the building that loomed behind them, spewing policemen and criminals. "Break her out, under cover of darkness."
"Don't like cops?" Angel asked, pretty sure of the answer. At least Gunn had come; Wes had made his feelings on the subject fairly clear. Cordy, didn't like it but since it had been her idea anyway, via the Powers, she couldn't say much. He missed Gunn's response, because at that moment the person they'd been waiting for appeared.
She walked out into the sun, blinking at the sudden light pouring over her. She paused for a moment, as if soaking up all she could get. In a sudden motion of freedom, she raised her arms up to the sun and shook her thick brown hair back over her shoulder. With a smile, she turned toward them and kept walking. Gunn got out of the car and went to meet her; leading her back to the car he opened the door for her.
Hello Faith," Angel said.
*
She looked up as Gunn handed her a mug. "Oh coffee," Cordy sighed, "Just what I need!"
"Now, do you think you could enlighten us as to what is was that you saw precisely?" Lorne pressed her slightly.
"Take your time." Angel, sitting next to her, soothed her while glaring at Lorne.
"Well," Cordelia began with uncharacteristic uncertainty. "It's bad."
"Why do I hear an echo in here?" Wesley said, entering the lobby from the office. "Willow just called, and almost the exact same words were on her lips."
Everyone looked surprised; except Cordy. "Buffy was there." They glanced at her. "She was in my dream. Or vision, whatever you want to call it." She shivered. "She knows too."
"Okay," Angel said, sounding businesslike as he knelt in front of her. "What do we need to do?"
"The Slayer," a voice that wasn't really Cordy's hissed. "Find the Slayer!"
The gang looked at each other, worried. "Cordelia?" Lorne asked.
She shook her head as if to clear it, and looked up at them. "The Slayer," she repeated in her normal voice.
"You said Buffy already knows," Angel intergected.
"No," Cordelia shook her head again. "Not her. The real Slayer."
*
Lindsay McDonald had been having a good day, until the phone rang.
"Yeah?" he answered it, then stopped when he heard the voice on the other end. "What in the hell are you calling me for?"
He listened for a moment to the suddenly urgent voice. "You what?" He ran his hand through his hair, but somehow this gesture did little to comfort him. Instead, it reminded him how little he liked his present caller. "Why don't you ask Lilah? I'm sure she'd *love* to help you."
The response was short, to the point, and on the verge of being obscene. He smiled; a hard, feral expression. "Fine. If it means hell for Linwood, I'm all for it. Yeah, I know he took over Holland's job. Dumbass. I'm refering to Linwood. He'll never have Holland's
creative genius. Hey, doesn't mean I liked the guy; I can just admire his ability to manipulate people." The voice spoke, and there was a pause before Lindsay answered. "Yes, I know about Darla, too."
He sighed. "Look," he said pacing around the room. "I'll help you. Don't take it personally or anything. I couldn't care less about you goody-goodies, but if the end of the world is coming I'm not exactly ready. And I'd really like to screw Wolfram & Hart over."
He shrugged. "You know, return the favor."
*
"You know we can still go with my idea." Gunn figeted nervously as they stood in the parking lot of the prison, in the shade of the building that loomed behind them, spewing policemen and criminals. "Break her out, under cover of darkness."
"Don't like cops?" Angel asked, pretty sure of the answer. At least Gunn had come; Wes had made his feelings on the subject fairly clear. Cordy, didn't like it but since it had been her idea anyway, via the Powers, she couldn't say much. He missed Gunn's response, because at that moment the person they'd been waiting for appeared.
She walked out into the sun, blinking at the sudden light pouring over her. She paused for a moment, as if soaking up all she could get. In a sudden motion of freedom, she raised her arms up to the sun and shook her thick brown hair back over her shoulder. With a smile, she turned toward them and kept walking. Gunn got out of the car and went to meet her; leading her back to the car he opened the door for her.
Hello Faith," Angel said.
*