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. :)
---The Bronze | Girl's Bathroom | March 1998---
Cordelia snaps out of her sheer shock and unrecognizable emotion, dropping her hand off Angel's chest. She smiles gently.
Cordelia: "I'd hug you, but then I couldn't hold my tablecloth up."
Angel blushes, and then takes in the fact that he can blush now. This makes him blush more.
Angel: "And-- And you're hair's all long."
Cordelia: "Yours is all.. de-gelled."
Cordelia: "What could all this mean? Do you think this is the snafoo Wesley was talking about?"
Angel: "Sna-- it's shanshu, Cordy."
He grins, and then someone raps on the door.
Bronze Janitor: "Is anyone in there?"
Angel: "There's a lot going on right now, but we really have to get ourselves of this little predicament first."
The window catches his eye, and the seasoned action heroes both make haste.
---Hyperion Hotel | Lobby---
Wesley: "..and this is how we found them."
He gestured to Angel and Cordelia sitting next to him, each unconscious. Lorne and Fred look towards each other, and then back to Welsey, Gunn, and Groo.
Lorne: "We.. well, our pixie-wiz here.. found a little something too."
Groo: "I am most anxious to hear of your discovery, Fred."
Fred: "Well... after analyzing Cordelia's description of the light, researching, and talking to Lorne it occurred to me that the most likely cause for such a magnificent light must be.."
Lorne: "How's about we skip the translation? Fred thinks it's time travel."
Wesley: "..Of course! I see. That's an excellent theory, Fred. It could explain why they don't seem to be able to be awakened from their unconscious states. There are a number of potential reasons for this, however. Could you perhaps go into further detail with your theory?"
Gunn lays back awaiting the inevitable mumbo-jumbo enriched conversation, Lorne tries to keep up with the brainiacs, and Groo fiddles with his own hair with an intense curiousity.
--- Alley Behind The Bronze's Girls Bathroom | March 1998---
Angel: "That was kinda hard, without the super-powers."
Cordelia hits him on the shoulder.
Cordelia: "Pfft, ya big wimp... speaking of, though, this is Sunnydale. Wouldn't we actually be safer in the the Bronze?"
Angel: "Don't worry, I still know how we move and how we think. I know what to avoid."
Cordelia: "..and if we don't avoid well enough?"
Angel scans the alley, and heads over to a dumpster. He picks up two convenient pieces of wood, and hands one to Cordelia.
Angel: "You'd know what to do, and so would I. We're not completely incapable."
Cordelia: "Pretty damn close, being naked and all."
They hear voices approaching, and hush themselves while backing into a corner. Through the shadows, they see a vampire forcing a girl into the alley. Angel instinctively shoots up and steps into visibility.
Angel: "Don-- Don't do that."
Cordelia rolls her eyes, gets up, and stands behind Angel.
Vampire: "Angelus! I-- I'm so sorry, I didn't know this alley was taken."
He smirks and helps himself to an eyeful of Cordelia. Angel growls, and then remembers himself.
Angel: "Leave the girl."
Vampire: "Oh... right. Absolutely, anything for a legend. I'll leave you to your fun."
Cordelia: "Leave your clothes, too."
Angel affirms it, and the vampire stops smirking. Angel addresses the victim.
Angel: "I like giving them a head start. Run."
She runs away, and Angel returns his glance to the vampire.
Vampire: "Ah.. heh.. sure thing, Angelus."
The vampire expression reaches that of confusion, and he begins by removing his jacket.
--- The Bronze | March 1998---
Buffy and Willow enter to the usual Bronze scene, and get themselves a table. Willow notices a long line to the girl's bathroom, and a janitor yelling at the door and fumbling with his keys. She points this out to Buffy.
Willow: "I wonder what happened there."
Buffy: "Probably some couple locking themselves in for a makeout session, you know the deal."
Willow: "I wonder if it's Xander and Cordelia, that sort of thing seems to be.. their sort of thing."
Buffy: "Aren't they broken up now?"
Willow: "I have no clue."
Cordelia approaches them.
Cordelia: "Oh my god, you guys! Guess what happened!"
Buffy: "Y--"
Cordelia: "Some couple streaked in the Bronze! They're in the bathroom right now."
Willow: "Oh wow. I was gonna do that, big stealers."
Cordelia: "And I totally got a glimpse of the guy. He was so my kind of... but he's obviously very taken."
Buffy: "Huh. Did you recognize either of them? Anyone from school?"
Cordelia: "I don't know who they were, but they're definitely from Sunnydale High. They were our age."
--- Alley Behind The Bronze's Girls Bathroom | March 1998---
The vampire removes his boxers, and Angel quickly goes for the stake.
Angel: "Voila! Clothes."
Cordelia: "Lucky us for getting ourselves a hygenic, jumbo sized vamp."
Cordelia grabs the jacket, boxers, shoes, and t-shirt while Angel goes for the sweater, socks, and jeans.
Angel: "They'll do for now."
Cordelia goes behind the dumpster to dress and continues talking to Angel, who is also dressing.
Cordelia: "So he thought you were Angelus, what was up with that? You haven't been grrr since forever, not to mention you haven't been in Sunnydale for a while."
Angel: "I think you're underestimating how big I was, Cor. I was the bees knees, back in my day."
Cordelia: "Riiight. So I guess we're heading for Buffy's house, right? She's probably out patroling by now, but Willow sho--"
..
Angel: "Cordy?"
Cordelia: "Angel.."
She comes out from behind the dumpster, fully dressed (relatively, that is), and carrying a newspaper.
Cordelia: "Why does this perfectly non-old paper say March 1st, 1998?"