Title: "Glitzy Changes"
Spoilers: Post "Waiting In the Wings".. right after Groo arrives. Everything after that? Didn't happen.
Rating: PG-13.. to be safe. Nothing that couldn't happen on the show.
Distribution: Ask me. I'd probably be flattered. :P
Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, Greenwolf, and UPN own the shows and it's characters.. all that jazz.
Summary: Angel Investigations is lead to investigate a strange vision; Cordy and Angel are inadvertently effected.
Feedback: I welcome constructive criticism. And any other sort of comment, if any. :P
Thanks for all the comments so far!
Note: This is my second fanfic of all time, and my first one for Angel. Make of that what you will. :)

---Hilton: Room 216---

Johnny lays on the bed, with his hands propping up his head, watching television. His expression is that of amusement, as he stares into the snowy and otherwise empty screen. He hears a knock on the door, and within a second he is there to open it. Angel and Cordelia stand before him. The young man's suit looks straight out of GQ magazine, if they made issues in the 50's.

Cordelia: "Hi there! Sorry to bother you, but we needed ice. And the ice machine's broken. So we wondering, do you have any ice? Can we borrow your ice?"

Johnny: "Ai--"

Angel: "Oh hey, hi there! How rude of us! My name's Angel and this is my wife Cordelia. We're in 214."

Angel grabs Johnny's hand and shakes it fervently.

Johnny: "Yeah hi, I'm Johnny. Do come in folks, I'm sure I'll find something to give you."

They enters, and Johnny swiftly shuts the door behind them.

Angel: "So uh, lights not working?"

Johnny: "I like it dark. With a bit of..."

He seems to be instantaneously moved to his television, and presses the off button.

Johnny: "Illumination."

Just as soon as he left, he returns inches in front of Cordelia and Angel.

Angel: "Wow, you're a speedy feller. How's that working out for ya?"

Johnny sniffs the air.

Johnny: "Mmm.. this will make a much better session than I planned."

He moves in closer, and sniffs once more.. giggling with composure and speaking with a smooth, mafia-like accent.

Johnny: "The two of you... *sniff* ...ah... tension is the tastiest of all. That'll come in handy. *sniff* Oooh... a vampire with a soul? A cursed soul? Aha.. perfect."

Angel drops the act and grabs his neck.

Angel: "And what are you?"

Johnny, ever as swift, knocks Angel's arm off his neck. He then pushes his arms out, so fast that wind blew unto the duo's chests.

Johnny: "You won't need to know."

Angel tries to knock away the arm hovering in front of Cordelia, but Johnny's arms are as taut as tightrope. Johnny smirks.

Johnny: "Duplus anazeteo!"

---Angel's Car---

Groo: "..and then I did the Dance of Joy for two moons!"

The Groosalug grins madly, as Wesley and Gunn do their best to offer the same. A bright light flies through a window on the second floor, irradiating the parking lot for six seconds before darkness returns.

Gunn: "Was that me blanking out or the sparkly bad guy?"

Wes: "Possibly both. Let's go."

---Hyperion Hotel | Lobby---

Conner giggles as Lorne rocks him with his rendition of Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On". Fred clicks away on the computer as she continues to research for the case. Once the Host ends his solo, Fred claps and smiles.

Fred: "That was a very popular song the year I got sucked into a portal! You're such a great singer. I wish I could sing like you, but I just don't have much projection capabilities in that arena. Oh, projection! The light emission from Cordelia's vision could have resulted as a side effect of a transferred projection across planar fields thus triggering a whole multitude of fascinating consequences!"

Conner: *burp*

Lorne: "Hun, as much as love to hear to babble, I have no idea what you're saying."

---The Bronze | March 1998---

The bustling establishment with hormonal teenagers abound is just that, with pulsating music and dim lighting. At that moment, the Bronze is on the scale ranking normalcy, with not a demonic entity nor scooby in sight. A moment later, the normalcy is dropped to a freaking-weird status. In a quiet and empty corner of the club, two figures fall out of thin air four feet off the ground, with a small flash of light. Cordelia looks at Angel with wide eyes.

Cordelia: "Ah! Angel you're--"

She follows his gaze, which led to herself.

Cordelia: "Ah!"

Angel is also wide eyed as Cordelia enters a strategic fetus position. He swipes a nearby tablecloth and covers the naked woman in front of him. He then snatches another one for his own modesty. Angel grabs Cordelia's arm and leads the run to the (thankfully) close women's bathroom, locking the door behind them once they find it void of any potential gawkers.

Cordelia: "What the hell is going on?!"

Angel was breathing hard now, as the adrenaline of the experience floods him.

Angel: "I- I don't know! We were just at the Hilton, right?"

Cordelia: "Yeah, and now we're at the damn Bronze! Naked! Oh my God, I am so gonna give a piece of my mind to that Soprano guy! Grr!"

Angel tried to steady his heartbeat as--

Angel: Heartbeat?

He stands there speechless, motionless, and with his mouth gaping as he realizes what he was feeling. Cordelia drops her tone and notes his sudden wax museum impression.

Cordelia: "Angel?"

Angel: "Cordy.."

He breaks his pause to look up at her. Angel takes her hand and rests it over his heart.

Angel: "What is this?"

With mouths agape, they both pause this time. Paused with Cordelia feeling his heart pulse, both stationary and half naked in the girl's bathroom of Sunnydale's 'The Bronze'.

---Hyperion Hotel | Lobby---

Lorne: "So you're saying that he's a time travel demon?"

Conner was fast asleep in the crib long before Fred could even begin to explain it coherently.

Fred: "I wouldn't know if it were a demon or not, but it is time travel. Except this man has the capability to insert new mass into history, rather than replacing identical mass. In order to do so, he must rebuild to mass in it's purest forms before transference."

Lorne: "Okay, let's play a scenario then. See if I got this right. Let's say our Jane Doe at the Hilton lived in Vegas back in.. oh.. 1987. Our Joe Black flashes her chest in 2002, and her present body collapses. Back in 1987, her old self stays put, and her new self in it's purest form shows up out of nowhere?"

Fred: "Exactly! I think I got everything understood myself except where they show up and when they do, and why they show up where and when they show up."

...

.......

Lorne: "Okay, I think I get it now. We should probably call the rag tag posse and give them the lowdown. So, is the guy evil or what? What harm could this cause to the victim? Why would he want to..."

Fred: "That's not my area of expertise, I figure Wesley could come up with an answer for all that stuff. I'd just hurt myself trying."

Lorne: "I hear ya, sugar. I hear ya."