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 | March 1998---

Cordelia: "So any oogaly boogalies you guys trying to kill today? Or it just your ex needin' a worrying for?"

Buffy: "...nah. Pretty much an off day."

Willow: "Demons keeping low tonight. Which they better."

Willow makes a mean face and shakes her fist towards nothing in specific.

Cordelia: "Right. So hows about Angel-- us?"

The slayer inhales, attempting to be as unreadable as possible, and smiles politely.

Buffy: "Haven't seen him recently, Cordelia."

Cordelia:"..but your gonna find him and kill him, right? Because honestly, the knowledge of his existence isn't doing much for me on my nights out."

Buffy: "Don't worry about it. Next time I see him he's going to be very dead."

..

Buffy: "Err.. I mean, after I kill him. Like.. okay he's already dead, but.."

Willow: "Dust?"

Buffy: "Right. He's gonna be dust."

Buffy makes a serious face, and Cordelia mocks up a polite smile herself.

Cordelia: "Okay. Nice to know. See you guys whenever."

---Hyperion Hotel | Lobby---

Wesley: "Oh of course, quite right. Which leads us to the question on whether or not they'll be capable of returning."

Fred: "Right! Because the mass.."

Lorne: "Poodles? Hate to interrupt the fun, but we have to come up with the plan now."

Wesley smiles.

Wesley: "It's really all quite astonishing. Time travel! Could you imagine?"

Gunn: "Actually, I could. Cordelia and Angel are gone. We don't know where, and we don't know when. We don't even know if we can get them back, or if they're safe. Haven't you realized what all this means? We do need a plan, and there's no time to have fun coming up with one."

They all turn their attentions to the vacant bodies of the recently time-traveled, and their expressions soften.

Wesley: "You're right, Gunn. I-- I haven't.."

A miniscule tear wells up in his eye, and he looks away to Cordelia and Angel once more.

Wesley: "I suppose I didn't want to realize the situation.. fully."

He shuts the book on his lap with veracity, stands, and asserts his voice.

Wesley: "We will find them, and bring them back home."

He walks away, and Groo stands up.

Groo: "Yes. My princess will be coming home."

--- Alley Behind The Bronze's Girls Bathroom | March 1998---

Angel: "Heh. Hah.. hah hah."

He smiles, and waits for Cordelia to smile back. She doesn't, and Angel drops his grin walking toward her.

Angel: "Give me that."

He grabs the newspaper and looks for the date. His eyes confirms it, and he proceeds to sniff the paper.

Cordelia: "Hey!"

She rips the paper out of his grasp and scolds the man.

Cordelia: "You are no vampire, mister! There will be no sniffing in this alley!"

Angel sighes.

Angel: "I was just trying to.."

Cordelia: "Never mind, we just have to figure out what he did to us, and how we're in Sunnydale."

Angel:"..and if we're really in 1998 Sunnydale."

Cordelia: "Makes sense. I mean, did you see the hair on those kids? Very 1998."

Angel: "Ya know, Cordy, my hair hasn't changed since.."

Cordelia: "Oh my God! I get it now. He called you Angelus because this is when you were desoulified! That means.."

Angel: "Do you think we'd have to deal with our past selves? Or maybe we replaced them."

Cordelia: "Funny.. I don't remember being naked with Angelus in the Bronze back in good ol' Sunnydale."

Angel: "We should find Giles."

Cordelia: "Yeah, and Buffy."

Angel: "And Buffy."

--- The Bronze | March 1998---

Willow: "So.. do you think you'd really be able to stake him?"

Buffy: "I am the slayer. Not to mention that it's my duty to protect the innocents.. like Cordelia."

Willow: "Mm hm. And I'm not an innocent, right? I'm like, a bad arse sidekick who provides a nifty yet non-invasive amount of emotional support. Right?"

Buffy: "Right. You know, this streaker situation might give some vamps free reign. How's about we do a round around the Bronze, just in case?"

Willow: "Just call me Robin, Batman. I'll always be at your side."

They get up and make their way toward the exit.

Buffy: "Weren't those two gay?"

Willow: "I was referring to their relationship as crime-fighting partners. Their personal life is theirs alone. Ooh! Xander could be Batgirl!"

--- Alley Behind The Bronze's Girls Bathroom | March 1998---

Angel and Cordelia begin to head over to Buffy's house, but Angel suddenly stops dead in his tracks.

Angel: "Wait. If this is the past, anything we do might change the future."

Cordelia: "Oh yeah. Isn't that what Doc Emit said? I forgot about that stuff."

Angel: "We're going to have to research this without revealing ourselves to anyone else. At least until we find out what exactly is going on here. It might be safe later, but now.. we lay low."

Cordelia: "What? Then where do we stay? More importantly, what do we wear? How are we supposed to do anything that won't change the future? Staking that vampire probably affected something already..."

Angel: "Unless he was going to be staked anyway."

Cordelia whips around to see what Angel was staring at, and discovers Buffy and Willow standing at the mouth of the alley.

Willow: "Oh my God."

Buffy: "You're making it really easy for me to dust you. Cordelia, are you okay?"

Cordelia: "Yes. I mean no. I mean-- wait! This isn't what-- this isn't Angelus. And I'm not Cordelia.. well.. kind of. I'm--"

Bufy: "What are you talking about? Just get away from him, you don't want to be here when I deal with him."

Willow: "Come on Cordelia, let's just--"

Angel breathes heavily, and takes Cordelia hugging her in front of him.

Angel: "Buffy, hold on. I'm not even a vampire. Go ahead, take my pulse."

He sticks out his wrist, holding Cordelia with the other arm.

Cordelia: "It's true."

Buffy: "Let Cordelia go, and maybe I'll entertain your delusion."

Angel whispers in Cordelia's ear..

Angel: "Don't worry."

..and spins her out of his arms.

Angel: "So take my pulse already."

Buffy takes a stake out of her pocket, twirls it about, and sighs.

Buffy: "One move, and you're gone."

She steps forward to Angel and slowly reaches for his extended wrist. Buffy feels the warm blood rushing through Angel's veins, and unhurriedly raises her glance to the guy dressed in thrift clothes. She switches her glance to the girl wearing boxers.

Buffy: "Who are you people?"