A/N: Hey guys, sorry its taken sooooo long to get this out!! Seems life just doesn't want me to write this somethimes!! I've had a lot of stuff to sort out this past month, but hopefully it won't be so bad now and I'll have more time to get the parts out quicker. I'm not really all that happy with this chapter but I had to give you something so here you go!!

Oh and, thanks you sooooooo much to whoever it was that nominated me at Shattered Frames, it means a lot to me that you like my fic enough to do that! I was so excited when I got the e-mail telling me that I had been nominated for best Time Travel fic, so again thank you very very much! Anyway, on with the show, hope you enjoy!!

Part 6-

Oh God, Cordelia thought, he's had a heart attack or something! I've killed Giles!

She'd been standing before him for ten minutes, ten excruciatingly long minutes in which all he did was stare at her blankly. She had originally intended to let him have a moment to collect his thoughts, but honestly, it was beginning to get ridiculous.

Cordelia bought a hand up in front of his face, clicking her fingers, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him. He looked up at her with a startled expression on his face, when she had finally managed to snap him out of his stupor.

"I'm sorry," he said, removing his glasses. "You said you're name was Cordelia? May I ask, Cordelia who?"

Cordelia sighed in exasperation, God for a man so intelligent he's actually quite a dumbass when he wants to be, she thought, hoping he'd snap out of it soon enough to help Angel and herself.

"Chase, Cordelia Chase," she said, watching him intently and praying he wouldn't space out again.

"That's what I thought," he sighed dejectedly, as he bought a familiar white handkerchief from his pocket and began to clean his glasses. Cordelia couldn't help but smile fondly as she watched him, remembering the many times she had watched him do just the same during her time with the Scoobies. Giles had a habit of polishing his glasses when he was confused, and Cordelia couldn't begin to guess what was going on in his head at that moment.

"Look," she started softly, hoping to explain what was going on. "I know this is hard to understand, I know you'll probably think I'm loony, but I'm Cordelia Chase, only not the Cordelia Chase you know. I'm Cordelia from about three and a half years from now. We were sent here for a reason, we just haven't figured that reason out yet and that's where you come in, we need you're help, we need to find out why we're back and how to fix this whole situation so we can go back to our own time."

"Wait," Giles said, still polishing his glasses. "Who is 'we'? Someone else is with you?"

"Oh yeah," she said, forgetting that she hadn't mentioned Angel was with her. "Yeah ummm, Angel's here with me, he was sent back too."

"This is impossible," Giles muttered to himself. "People can't travel backwards in time, it's utterly impossible."

"Ah hello, you remember where you are right?" Cordy asked him gesturing around the library. "You live on the Hellmouth, there's no such thing as impossible here. We.Angel and I were sent back here by the almighty Powers That Be to right some wrong, fight some evil, blah, blah, blah, and we really wanna get this over and done with so we can get back to our timeline, 'cause it's nice there, we like it! We've done our time here and we don't much like the idea that we're back."

"You're right," Giles started matter of factly, replacing his glasses and shoving his handkerchief back in his pocket, and then folding his arms across his chest. "I expect it's not impossible for one to travel back and forward in time. What is also possible is that you are not really Cordelia Chase, that you are some evil creature masquerading as Cordelia, looking to do god knows what."

"Yeah I was waiting for the plausibility issue to come up," Cordy said, desperately trying to think of something that would prove to him that she was for real. Oh god, think of something, she thought to herself. Something that happened, something that the present me wouldn't know about. C'mon Chase think! Umm...oh I got it!

"I know that Faith's all evil and working for the Mayor, I know that you and Buffy are trying to work out a way to get information out of her, I know that Buffy and Angel will try and trick her into believing that he's evil, to get some insider info. I could tell you everything that happens from now to the Mayors ascension, but I won't 'cause that would take way too much time.

"Look the fact is that if some big, scary demon thingy was gonna masquerade itself as one of the Scoobies to works its evil will or whatever, why would it say it was me? I mean why not pretend to be someone you actually trust? Why not Buffy? Or Xander? Or Willow?" She asked him hoping that he would see what she was trying to say.

Giles stared at her, seemingly processing all the information she had given him. After a long minute, he unfolded his arms, allowing them to dangle at his side and nodded at her slightly.

"You do have a point," he said with a sigh, picking up his books and jacket from the table where he'd placed them when he'd entered the library and heading towards his office.

"Oh thanks god!" Cordy exclaimed, following him to the doorway of his office and standing in it. "Look Giles I know that I won't fully have your trust, well not for the moment anyway, but you have to trust that I have good intentions here, all I wanna do is find a way for Angel and I to get home, to our own time. Can you do that? Will you help us please?"

Giles looked up at her, from the position he had taken in the chair behind the desk. As much as he knew he shouldn't, he trusted this Cordelia, believed her story. He was still cautious, not ready to trust her one hundred percent just yet, but there was just something about her that seemed genuine, it was a nice change to the usual Cordelia who was always so spiteful and catty, maybe that was why he trusted her.

"Yes, I will help you," he said. "But there's one thing I wanted to know first, why did you come to me? Why not Buffy? Or Willow?"

"Angel and I talked about this before I came here," she said, happy that he had asked her something she could easily answer. "We don't want to get the rest of the gang involved, at least not yet. I mean can you just imagine us trying to explain our story to them? They would be twice as hard to convince, assuming they don't jump to conclusions and kill us first. We just thought that maybe it would be best to keep this quiet for the moment, Buffy has enough to deal with at them moment what with the Mayor wanting to get all ascendy and you know graduating and stuff! You're the one with the books, and the brains so we thought we might try you out first. Plus Buffy and Angel have some issues that we just don't wanna get into again right now, so yeah, that work for you?"

"Quite," Giles said, slightly confused, the future Cordelia, it seemed still had her way with words.

"Look Giles, I know I've asked a lot of you today, but I have one more favour to ask," Cordelia said, praying that he'd say yes.

"Go ahead," Giles said, wondering what she was going to ask him to do.

"Angel wants to be involved in the research and stuff," she started. "But seeings that he's you know, still allergic to the sunlight, we were wondering if you could maybe come to us, or we could come here after dark or something."

"Ahh, alright," he said, he had almost forgotten that Angel was back as well. He wondered for the first time where they were both staying, how they were going to live in Sunnydale, without anyone knowing about their presence. "That's fine Cordelia, I shall come to you tonight, we can talk about what you know in further detail and then we can start to figure out what we need to look for in terms of books and research. Where are you staying?"

"We're in Angel's old place; you know that apartment, that's really like a basement in some old abandoned building. I don't know if you know where it is," she said, trailing off, hoping that she wouldn't have to give him directions.

"I know where it is," he said, quietly. "Buffy told me. I've never been there but she told me about it. I'm fairly certain I can find my way there. I'll be there around seven, presuming that something drastic doesn't happen in the meantime."

Cordelia snorted, something drastic was always happening. At that moment, she heard the doors of the library swing open and familiar voices ring out from around the corner.

"Giles?" Buffy called. "Hey Watcherman, are you in here?"

"Oh yeah, Giles not in the library," she heard Xander reply. "The apocalypse really is coming, oh god we're all gonna die."

"Xander," Willow scolded.

The voices were coming closer, Cordelia realised that his office would be the first place they looked, and she really didn't want to be seen here. She dashed through his office and behind the counter, hoping they hadn't heard her or seen her.

"I'm in here," Giles called, as he got up from his chair and closed the door between his office and the space behind the counter, making sure the Buffy, Willow, Xander and Oz wouldn't see her. "Is it lunchtime already?"

"Yep," Xander said. "Aren't you glad to see us?"

Oh great, Cordelia thought. I'm stuck here till they leave. Great, just great!

TBC