It's good, it's fine. It's been three years since Buffy's death, no wait, disappearance; that's what Angel told me to call it, isn't it? It's so hard, having to watch him. I know it hurts, even Cordelia shows signs of pain. But Angel won't close his mind to it, he keeps searching for Buffy, she must have been some girl. I've seen his and Cordelia's relationship pass right before my eyes, not given more than a moment's notice. They still haven't confessed the love they feel for each other. I think that's what truly makes Cordelia susceptible to this pain, the fact that she can't share it with the one she loves, because it's on two different levels. At this point, there's only one thing I don't know, if Gunn and I will be fine through any more of this.
With Buffy's death, (which Angel ordered his employees to call disappearance), Angel Investigations had gotten pretty hectic. Not to mention, soon after Buffy's death, Connor returned. Connor had murdered Holtz after a very long process of coming to learn, love, and trust his real father. Angel passed up his chance with Cordelia while grieving at the sudden loss of Buffy. Cordelia found and lost love with others for the next three years, but Angel was always on the back of her mind. Gunn and Fred had grown only closer together, only making them care more about the love their friends were missing.
Time wore on them, and eventually they all drifted apart. Angel searched for Buffy in all the corners of the world, refusing to believe she actually died, yet again, that night. The search, however, was not only for Buffy, but also for Spike. Angel wanted answers, and he was sure Spike had some. Cordelia spat out visions left and right of pain, torment, and destruction, but Angel was gone for most of them. Gunn and Fred drew away from the rest of the gang and close to each other, fulfilling each other's needs. Wesley and Connor answered the calls of the hopeless, helping any way they could, and battling the visions Cordy was sent.
"Dammit, why can't The Powers leave me alone for one second lately?" growled Cordelia. "There's a prostitute, a couple blocks south from here, about to get into a car with a nice looking, older gentleman. Hi there! Oh wait, yeah. Anyway, he's got a sleek, red car, but he's not human. Oh man, he's trouble, hurry, go you guys!"
Wesley and Connor took off, leaving the body of the last vision-monster behind. Cordy sat on the curb after sort of pushing the monster to the brushes to hide it. She wept as she thought of Angel. He was who-knows-where right now, and still searching for Buffy, who was dead. Why couldn't he realize it? She was gone, for good; if she were to be alive, she would have come back in three years. Willow and them all admit it, and it was Angel's turn, but there was no sign of slowing.
"That one was murder," Cordelia heard Connor complaining in the distance.
"Yes, and unfortunately they don't get any easier," sighed Wesley. The two had pulled up in front of Cordy know, who had stopped crying. She stood up and wiped her face clean of tears.
"You guys ready?" Cordelia wondered with a sigh.
"Something the matter, Cordelia?" asked Wesley.
"Oh, um, no. I'm just a little tired, I can't wait to get home again," she sighed again.
"Oh, well then, shall we go?"
The three reached the hotel and opened the grand doors to enter. When they were inside Gunn and Fred came running down the stairs, Gunn chasing Fred. They both had large smiles and were giggling loudly, and Fred let out a snort as Gunn tickled her. Then Gunn noticed the three standing and watching and immediately straightened himself out and Fred too. The two cast grins at the gang.
"Here's what we could find on that demon you killed the other night. It was a Poilsick demon. They rarely travel in packs and most of their plans involve feeding on a magic-user of some sort; whether the object or person they eat is magically created or uses magic. But, like I said, they're shouldn't be anything to worry about, since you already killed it and they don't travel in groups," Fred said, handing papers to Wesley.
Wesley took the papers and walked into his office, closing the door behind him, prepared to do more studies on prophecies and demons. Fred looked back to Gunn and the two decided to walk home together on a midnight stroll. Cordelia grabbed her coat and purse and left the way she had come to return home; leaving Connor alone in the lobby to hear the footsteps and whispers in the back of the hotel.