Title: "Glitzy Changes"
Spoilers: Post "Waiting In the Wings".. right after Groo
arrives. Everything after that? Didn't happen.
For the Buffy characters, besides the ones in the past (season 2), it's right
before the episode "Dead Things".
Rating: R.
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: Thanks again for all the feedback I've recieved.
Note: I know it hasn't been updated in a very long time, and that this chapter is short.. so I apologize to anyone who was tracking my fic. I'm afraid I was extremely busy, not to mention writer-blocked, so I hope it's not too late to update.
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---Hyperion Hotel | 2002---
After further exhausting research, the remnants of the gang took a long overdue pizza break. Gunn and Groo were out pursuing a potential snitch.
Willow: "So other than the time warp, what's everybody been up to lately?"
Wesley: "Erm.. well, there's been a few things--"
A baby wail echoes from upstairs.
Lorne: "Eh hah... excuse me."
Lorne follows the sound.
Anya: "Aww.. are there tiny green devils upstairs?"
Wesley: "Something like that. So how's Sunnydale? Dawn doing well in school?"
As said with a bit too much enthusiasm to change the subject.
Xander: "Not so much. If you ask me, it's probably because of all the lingering Spike does around us. Dawn worships the guy, for whatever reason."
Willow: "Pfft. Spike's okay, he does the hero thing as well as the rest of us."
Anya leans in to discreetly whisper something to the nearby Fred.
Anya: "It's really just Xander's pent-up homosexual attraction. It would make me jealous if he actually had a chance with Spike."
Fred smiles falsely and squirms a bit with the secret, while Anya happily drains the last of her large Pepsi.
Wesley: "Well then hopefully we'll get your hero back then. Although I must say, I'm a bit reluctant to believe a vampire would save lives just because he can't fight humans. I can't say I see the sense in it."
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---Sunnydale High Library Front Doors | 1998---
Spike '98, standing on his two feet and clutching a shotgun, crouches in front of the door in the now-dark hallway. He peeks through the little window, all the while utilizing his vampiric hearing. He's been there for the whole conversation, watching them as bewilderment ran throughout his brain. Shocked not only by the words and the faces, but by the behavior of the time travelers. The comfort and simultaneous tension between the poofter and the cheerleader; unmistakable romantic vibes. The concern the future slayer had etched all over her face for his future self was clear, no matter how much she would deny it with her words. Even the slayer of present seemed a bit distracted by the sober human Spike. Spike '98 was torn between the desire to kill them all, to mess with their minds, and to just watch the slayer. Yet he knew the inevitable decision would be to do it all in the right order.
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---Sunnydale High Library | 1998---
Buffy: "So I guess there's nothing we can do but stay here, huh?"
Giles: "For the time being, yes. We'll look into finding homes for you all, perhaps in LA. You could continue your duties there. It'd perhaps a bit too hectic if you lived your lives out here. For now, I'll lend you lot some money for food and board. The rest of us, however, mustn't forget the mission at hand. We still kill Angelus."
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---Hyperion Hotel | 2002---
Willow: "You always get the last piece! It never occurs to you that--"
Xander: "Oh come on, Willow! It's perfectly fair, I touched it first!"
Willow: "I can't believe you could be such a pig!"
Xander: "Yeah right, you know I can--"
Gunn and Groo entered the doors, dragging a stocky yellow demon in with them. Its head was covered in short, blunt, metal spikes that really didn't strike fear into anyone.
Gunn: "Our boy here says he's got some information."
Demon: "The name's Emil, smart-ass."
Gunn: "If your head wasn't permanently eighties, you know I'd smack the upside of it right now."
Willow: "Xander'll do it for you, he wouldn't know any better anyhow."
Xander: "Say what you will, Wills.. but who's the one with half the pizza heading for the stomach?"
He grins, pizza mush sticking every which way, toward his friend.
Willow: "Urgh!!"
Wesley stands up and walks toward the demon in custody.
Wesley: "So... Emil, what do you have for us?"
Emil: "I would share, being the handsome and generous guy I am, but the way I'm being treated... I just don't know about that."
Groo lets go of his side of the demon, and walks in front of Wesley.. face to face with Emil.
Emil: "Oh hey, thanks buddy I--"
Groo slaps Emil hard, consequently choking Anya on her piece of pizza.
Groo: "Tell me where my princess is, now!"
Gunn pushes Groo away, trying to calm him down. Xander slaps Anya back and hands her some Coke.
Gunn: "Hey man, take it easy.. he didn't really do nothing."
Groo: "Tell me!"
Willow whispers to Fred...
Willow: "Is that man with the ponytail from the Mafia?"
Fred: "No, he's just from another dimension."
Willow nods, disappointed.
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---Angel's Apartment | March 1998---
Angel and Cordelia face Buffy and Spike, standing in front of the door. None of them are quite sure how things will go about.
Angel: "Um.. they're really only.. room for two."
Angel didn't really want to leave Cordelia at a time like this, and Cordelia certainly didn't want to go off with Spike. Buffy was torn between being with Angel, and taking care of the broken Spike with a soul.
Cordelia: "I guess.. Spike and I could--"
Angel: "You--"
Buffy: "You don't have to Cordelia, I mean-- he-- he might be dangerous and.. I still have slayer powers so.. and you'd be safe with Angel so.."
Angel: "Yeah! I mean.. sure. You should stay with me for a while, Cordy. To be safe."
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