Title: A Spiritual Weekend

Summary: Courtesy of Cordelia's parents, Cordelia, Buffy, Angel and Spike spend some time up in Colorado. But their weekend ends up disastrous when spirits of past lives decide to haunt them.   

Author's Note: I know Cordelia's parents could have come up with something better then Colorado but that's the only place I've been to go skiing. I was thinking of the Alps but since I've never been there I don't know what's there.

Feedback: Does a writer's block good!

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, except the ones you don't recognize b/c I made them up. Other then that, I'm just borrowing them. ************************************************************************************

"Are you sure we're going to make our flight?" yelled Buffy from the back of Cordelia's 1998 blood red Mustang. She had the top down letting the cool night air hit they're faces as they cruised down the highway to the airport. With the air hitting them at a good 90 miles per hour, breaking the speed limit no less, Buffy tried hard to stay audible as the wind carried her voice opposite to the direction she wanted it to go.

"We're going to make it."

"No, at the speed you're going we'll get stopped and we'll really miss the flight." Cordelia sent a quick glare at Angel saying 'try me' and he turned his eyes back to the road not daring to say another word.

Spike leaned towards the front. "Well if it wasn't for the poof here taking 30 minutes on his hair, we wouldn't have to be breaking the law."

Angel turned his head to look at him. "When did breaking the law ever bother you?"

"Good point."

Cordelia looked into her side view mirror as she quickly switched lanes almost missing their exit. "Will you two just shut up?" Spike sat back and Angel turned to look back at the road. "Thank you." They looked like little children getting disciplined by their mother and Buffy couldn't help but cover her mouth to suppress her laughter.

Cordelia brought her car to a screeching halt in front of the airport, making everyone lunge forward. She looked at her watch and jumped out of the car. "We have exactly 5 minutes to get there so lets get a move on." They retrieved their bags and Cordelia gave the keys to the valet. "Scratch it and you're as good as dead." The guy nodded and drove her car away carefully. They got their bags checked and arrived at the ticket check just in time. The flight attendant checked their passes and welcomed them aboard. They made their way to the back of the first class seating area where they got seats in pairs of two facing each other. They placed their excess baggage above them and got comfortable for an 8-hour flight. (AN: I think that's how long it takes to get from CA to CO.)

"Hello, My name is Holly, can I get you couples anything?"

"Oh no we're not…ouch." Cordelia nudged Angel in the ribs and smiled sweetly to the flight attendant.

"Yes, I would like a diet coke please." She gave Angel a glare.

"One for me too please," asked Buffy.

Holly was about to leave when Spike got her attention. "You wouldn't happen to have any blood…

"Dudes!" The flight attendant looked at the bleached haired vampire, wondering if she heard him right. "He meant dudes. They're um…a type of um…candy where he comes from." Buffy chuckled nervously, hoping she bought it.

"Um…I don't think we have those sir but I'll check anyways. I'll be right back." She left and six pair of eyes glared at Spike.

"What?"

"Blood? Spike, you can't ask for blood on an airplane and to a human no less," said Buffy before smacking him on the arm.

"Bloody hell, fine I'll ask for a drink then."

Holly returned with the girl's sodas. "I'm sorry sir but we don't have any dudes. Would you like anything else?"

"A glass of red wine."

"Sure." She turned to Angel. "And what about you sir?"

"The same please." She left to get their drinks but not before eyeing Spike still wondering if he had said what she think he said. "You know Spike, this is why I don't take you anywhere."

"What because I'm sexier then you." Buffy and Cordelia both spit out their drinks. The guys eyed them both and they looked away innocently.

Angel turned back to Spike. "No, because you can't act civil."

"Well you know I kinda lost that when my bloody civilization was taken away."

"So was mine but I act like I have some sense."

Cordelia snorted. "Key word there 'some' not 'all', so you're just as bad." Angel was about to protest when Holly came back with the guy's drinks. When she left he continued.

"Well if you wouldn't ride your horse so high you might actually notice when someone is trying to be civil."

"Look at the pot calling the kettle black. You don't know a damned thing about me."

"From the looks of it, I really don't want to."

"Fine!"

"Fine!" They both turned from each other, crossing their arms in the process. After a few minutes, Cordelia switched seats with Spike and was now sitting next to Buffy looking out the window.

Spike scratched his head. "How did this go from me to them?" Buffy just shrugged. There was silence throughout the rest of the flight and it made everyone uncomfortable. Angel every now and then glanced over at Cordelia, feeling sorry for the way he acted. He wondered if this were what the rest of the weekend would be like and didn't like the looks of it at all. It was going to be a long flight and weekend.

Towards the end of the flight, Spike and Angel were playing cards trying to pass the time. Angel looked over to find Cordelia leaned against the window with Buffy leaning against her, both sleeping. He watched as the brunette's chest rose and fell with every breath she took and it was hypnotizing. He noticed the way her long chocolate hair covered her face and his hand itched to push it behind her ear to expose her gorgeous tan skin. He didn't notice the pale hand that waved in his face.

"Peaches!"

"Huh? Oh…what do you want Spike?"

"I want to know when you suddenly decided to have the hots for cheerleader over there?"

"I don't have the hots for her."

"Sure and your staring for the past 20 minutes was just an exercise for the eyes." Spike rolled his eyes and threw his cards on the pulled out table. "When you admit you like the girl, wake me up." And with that he turned to lean against the window and sleep, leaving Angel to dwell in his newfound feelings.

It was about 4 in the morning when they landed in Colorado and Cordelia called for a cab on her cell phone. They all rode in silence, still feeling the excess tension from the plane ride. They arrived at a first class cabin resort and checked in, getting the two honeymoon suites that Cordelia's parents had originally arranged for. Angel and Spike had made it clear that they weren't sleeping in the same bed together so that left each male to a female. Buffy grabbed Spike and dragged him into the room (AN: Lets count that as her inviting him in.), slamming the door behind them and left Angel and Cordelia standing awkwardly outside their room.

Cordelia unlocked their room, which was opposite to Buffy and Spike's, and entered, stepping aside so the bellboy could drop off their luggage. She tipped the young boy and was about to close the door when she noticed Angel still standing outside. "Well?"

Angel looked down sheepishly at his shoes. "I can't enter unless you invite me in."

"But this isn't even my house or cabin or whatever."

"But you're dominating the room at the present time so it's considered yours. I can enter a public vicinity because nine times out of ten it's owned by the city so it's not really owned by anyone in particular." Cordelia chuckled, thinking of what he would look like if he had to ask the mayor or governor of Colorado Springs to invite him in just to enter one building. Angel noticed her smile. "What?"

"Nothing. So I could leave you out there huh?" Cordelia crossed her arms contemplating. He was pretty mean to her on the plane and it would serve him right. She looked at his face and saw the guilt in his eyes. He was sorry for what he had said and she could see that he was sincere. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Come on in." He gave her a teasing smirk and she could feel her stomach do a flip. "Where did that come from?" she thought.

After unpacking and getting settled, Angel and Cordelia met up with Buffy and Spike as they headed to the bar in the entertainment section of the hotel. Spike was leading when he stopped short, taking in their surroundings. "Great crowd." They all looked around and there weren't any other souls other then themselves in the room.

Buffy pulled out her brochure from her back pocket and looked at it. "I knew this place was expensive but Cordelia's parents can't be the only wealthy people in the country." They approached the counter and a red headed female assisted them.

"How can I help you couples?"

"No were not…ouch!" Cordelia, yet again, nudged Angel in the ribs.

"Hi, my name's Cordelia Chase and that's Buffy, Spike and Angel." She pointed to each of them as she said their names. "We were wondering if there were any other people, other then ourselves, here in this hotel?"

The red head extended her hand, which Cordelia took politely. "Hi Cordelia, my name's Isis. From what I know, you four are our only customers at the moment."

"I was wondering why there weren't any other people in the bloody lobby," replied Spike. "The guy at the front desk said nothing about lean business quantity."

Buffy took a seat on one of the bar stools. "When you say 'at the moment' do you mean there might be other people coming?"

"I don't know. We haven't had much business since 1988. Can I get you guys anything?"

"I'll take a beer," said Spike

Buffy raised her hand. "Same here."

"Me too."

Angel looked at the two girls. "You guys can't have beers, you're under aged." Buffy sent him a glare that said 'shut up' and Cordelia smacked him upside the head. He rubbed the back of his head and Spike just shook his head.

Isis laughed. "It's ok…I won't tell anyone. What about you stool pigeon?"

"I'll have one too…hey!" Everyone just laughed, making Angel feel slightly embarrassed. Isis came back with their beers and went back to drying shot glasses. "What did you mean you haven't had much business since 1988?"

"Well, according to the detective handling the case then, a group of six tourists died that year by some psycho on a killing rampage. They were the only people killed out of the 246 people staying in the hotel…they say it was planned. Their bodies were never found and the last manager was sent to a psychiatric ward for saying that there were ghosts haunting the place. Word got around and people stop coming to the hotel. I personally don't believe in ghosts so I think its just nonsense."

The four of them looked at each other in disbelieve and annoyance. They couldn't believe that they were about to spend a weekend with a bunch of dead spirits and people who didn't even believe they existed. Cordelia laid her head in her hands and grunted in annoyance. She couldn't believe this was happening. 'So much for getting away from Sunnyhell,' she thought. **************************************************************************************           TBC! Poor Cordy! Can't even spend a normal weekend anywhere…more to come with lots of B/S and A/C on the way. ~Michele~