A/N: This is a plot bunny that struck with me when I a) saw gidgetgirl's
site, Barefoot All Over, and her generator thingumie, and I think Pyro Bear
had the same idea. However, I couldn't find it as a challenge, so I decided
to write this.
Sidenote, as yet, this is just faintly AU. Be warned. things shall be explained, in the future.
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* * * * The 'Real' 'Verse* * * * * *
Cordelia Chase was beyond bored. Bored was a line way off in the distance, past dirty books and in depth discussions on strands of Sumerian between Angel, Wes, and Giles, who was doing the 'visiting' thing. Blondie the Vampire Slayer was off in Paris, doing something fun, and wild that she generally hadn't done with all the 'Only One' vibes that had been going on.
Giles had brought with him one Willow Rosenberg, who was getting in deep science-y stuff with Fred as they were speaking, and Xander, who showed a real aptitude for Lara Croft, even without one eye, and was going one on one with Gunn, in Gunn's office of the big Wolfram and Hart.
She was uber bored, bored-er than she'd been as a Higher Being, bored-er than she'd been stuck with her ass on an astral plane while she'd waited to be woken up from a coma, bored-er than she remembered being in Tuscany on the totally bogus trip her parents had taken her on, maybe the year or two years before they'd had that little trouble with the IRS. As it was, Cordelia Chase didn't care. She was so in search of something to do, she had alphabetised the files, something Angel had been bugging her to do, ever since she'd started filing them in her own order, under the amount of money each client would bring in, which had actually not been changed even under the big move to Wolfram and Hart.
Harmony was still technically Angel's secretary, despite the fact that her complete vacancy was a liable problem. Cordelia therefore, did generalised stuff, though they didn't really have a term for her yet. She was currently painting her toe-nails in her office. It was a very nice office, the glass was tinted for Angel's sake, but it had a gorgeous view of L.A at night, and a few expensive, very soft armchairs, a small couch, a marble topped desk, and a cushy desk chair, which she liked very much. It was just there weren't the numerous cases and files atop her desk that there were in Angel's, Fred's lab, Gunn's department, Wes's library, and Lorne's section- couldn't really be called an office. There was nothing to do.
She sighed, and tossed down the nail file, slipped off the desk chair, and padded down the hallway, admiring her newly painted pink bare toes as she did so, until she came to the open door behind which Giles and Wesley were 'discussing' prophecies, in Angel's office. She wrinkled her nose, raising one eyebrow in a patented Queen Cordelia facial gesture, her brown eyes disgusted. What they found vaguely interesting about all these prophecies was beyond her.
She turned around, and crossed back to her own office, booting up the laptop sitting on the desk, suppressing a yawn. With a little grin, and a glance over her shoulder, Cordy tapped in a few choice key words into Angel's carefully set up 'prophecy bank'.
'Shopping'
'Maincure'
'Chocolate' - That turned up a surprising number, actually. Some of them icky, some of them way up there with the Kama Sutra in sexy, and some of them already true.
'Sex' - Again, loads there. She noted that 'Darla/Angel' was under it, and idly doodled a yuck face on the pad beside the slim computer. Darla and Angel, one on one. That one definitely rated way up on her 'ickometer'. She carefully sidestepped the "Connor/Cordelia' one. That was only known between her, Angel, and the doomed deity who had used her body to bone Connor.
She was back to bored again, when a new prophecy flashed up on screen. 'Meanings', it had written across the top, in Angel's careful script- he'd scanned in a whole bunch of his translations, and this one was one of them.
Unfortunately, he'd only scanned in notes for this one. There was a whole chunk of something, and then Cordelia's eyes focused on the words
'Possibility of children'. She thought of the vampire, who hid behind specialised glass, and couldn't see the daylight. Of a little baby, and miniature hockey sticks that only she and he remembered. Of the sweet milky smell, and lying side by side on his bed, with the baby sound asleep in the middle. Her heart gave out a little pang.
There was a whole 'nother page of something after that, but then a short little section with a bunch of weird words. Cordelia muttered them aloud under her breath.
"Ish-tar, ah-meh, jos-eth, ho-grith, mart-ek." No harm, no foul, right?
******Several other 'Verses******
A large swirl of wind, rushing faster than anything they had seen opened up before them. Before they could do anything, the children were swept up, and vanished, as the portals closed, leaving nothing behind.
*****The Real 'Verse*******
An extremely large portal appeared in Cordelia's office, snatching up papers from her desk, and tossing them around the room, as people began to step forward into the room, filling the massive room.
"Oh," Cordelia said slowly, looking from little face to little face, as a whole host of children stared at her.
"Crap," she mouthed to herself.
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A/N: And so it begins! Let me know what you think, any ideas, hints and such like, hit me with them.
REVIEW!!!!
Sidenote, as yet, this is just faintly AU. Be warned. things shall be explained, in the future.
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* * * * The 'Real' 'Verse* * * * * *
Cordelia Chase was beyond bored. Bored was a line way off in the distance, past dirty books and in depth discussions on strands of Sumerian between Angel, Wes, and Giles, who was doing the 'visiting' thing. Blondie the Vampire Slayer was off in Paris, doing something fun, and wild that she generally hadn't done with all the 'Only One' vibes that had been going on.
Giles had brought with him one Willow Rosenberg, who was getting in deep science-y stuff with Fred as they were speaking, and Xander, who showed a real aptitude for Lara Croft, even without one eye, and was going one on one with Gunn, in Gunn's office of the big Wolfram and Hart.
She was uber bored, bored-er than she'd been as a Higher Being, bored-er than she'd been stuck with her ass on an astral plane while she'd waited to be woken up from a coma, bored-er than she remembered being in Tuscany on the totally bogus trip her parents had taken her on, maybe the year or two years before they'd had that little trouble with the IRS. As it was, Cordelia Chase didn't care. She was so in search of something to do, she had alphabetised the files, something Angel had been bugging her to do, ever since she'd started filing them in her own order, under the amount of money each client would bring in, which had actually not been changed even under the big move to Wolfram and Hart.
Harmony was still technically Angel's secretary, despite the fact that her complete vacancy was a liable problem. Cordelia therefore, did generalised stuff, though they didn't really have a term for her yet. She was currently painting her toe-nails in her office. It was a very nice office, the glass was tinted for Angel's sake, but it had a gorgeous view of L.A at night, and a few expensive, very soft armchairs, a small couch, a marble topped desk, and a cushy desk chair, which she liked very much. It was just there weren't the numerous cases and files atop her desk that there were in Angel's, Fred's lab, Gunn's department, Wes's library, and Lorne's section- couldn't really be called an office. There was nothing to do.
She sighed, and tossed down the nail file, slipped off the desk chair, and padded down the hallway, admiring her newly painted pink bare toes as she did so, until she came to the open door behind which Giles and Wesley were 'discussing' prophecies, in Angel's office. She wrinkled her nose, raising one eyebrow in a patented Queen Cordelia facial gesture, her brown eyes disgusted. What they found vaguely interesting about all these prophecies was beyond her.
She turned around, and crossed back to her own office, booting up the laptop sitting on the desk, suppressing a yawn. With a little grin, and a glance over her shoulder, Cordy tapped in a few choice key words into Angel's carefully set up 'prophecy bank'.
'Shopping'
'Maincure'
'Chocolate' - That turned up a surprising number, actually. Some of them icky, some of them way up there with the Kama Sutra in sexy, and some of them already true.
'Sex' - Again, loads there. She noted that 'Darla/Angel' was under it, and idly doodled a yuck face on the pad beside the slim computer. Darla and Angel, one on one. That one definitely rated way up on her 'ickometer'. She carefully sidestepped the "Connor/Cordelia' one. That was only known between her, Angel, and the doomed deity who had used her body to bone Connor.
She was back to bored again, when a new prophecy flashed up on screen. 'Meanings', it had written across the top, in Angel's careful script- he'd scanned in a whole bunch of his translations, and this one was one of them.
Unfortunately, he'd only scanned in notes for this one. There was a whole chunk of something, and then Cordelia's eyes focused on the words
'Possibility of children'. She thought of the vampire, who hid behind specialised glass, and couldn't see the daylight. Of a little baby, and miniature hockey sticks that only she and he remembered. Of the sweet milky smell, and lying side by side on his bed, with the baby sound asleep in the middle. Her heart gave out a little pang.
There was a whole 'nother page of something after that, but then a short little section with a bunch of weird words. Cordelia muttered them aloud under her breath.
"Ish-tar, ah-meh, jos-eth, ho-grith, mart-ek." No harm, no foul, right?
******Several other 'Verses******
A large swirl of wind, rushing faster than anything they had seen opened up before them. Before they could do anything, the children were swept up, and vanished, as the portals closed, leaving nothing behind.
*****The Real 'Verse*******
An extremely large portal appeared in Cordelia's office, snatching up papers from her desk, and tossing them around the room, as people began to step forward into the room, filling the massive room.
"Oh," Cordelia said slowly, looking from little face to little face, as a whole host of children stared at her.
"Crap," she mouthed to herself.
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A/N: And so it begins! Let me know what you think, any ideas, hints and such like, hit me with them.
REVIEW!!!!