First of all I would like to say that I am SO SO SO SORRY! I know that I haven't updated in awhile. I've been packing and things have been hectic these few weeks. I'm moving from the city I grew up in (Chicago) to a town I hardly even know about (Gurnee). So please forgive me and know that I'll never leave in the middle of a story! I will finish it so NO WORRIES! So here is my updated chapter. On with the story!

HYPERION

Even though Angel is a creature of the night even he needs his personal 8 hours of sleep. ' Maybe Fred will have better luck in researching this demon that I am' he thought to himself. He left all the books on the desk and went upstairs to his own master bedroom which, coincidentally, was right next to Cordelia's room.

As soon as Angel hit the bed he fell into a deep slumber.

MORNING

Angel woke up with a start because he heard a large crash in the hotel's lobby. Still not feeling fully rested he layed in his bed to see if there was going to be any more of a commotion. When he thought that it was ok to go back to sleep he heard yelling from two familiar voices. Knowing that this problem wouldn't be going away soon Angel rose up from his bed to put his pants on and a shirt.

He walked into the hallway and downstairs into the lobby.

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs to see Wesley and Cordelia in one of their historical fights.

Gunn and Fred were just sitting in the sidelines enjoying the morning entertainment.

" What on earth are all these books doing on my desk? It's a huge mess!" Wesley yelled picking up the books and putting them on the shelves dropping some a long the way.

" Well Wesley," Cordelia said in a disguisted tone " We were trying to find the demon that was in my vision! And since you were in such a crappy mood last night we went along without you! So just leave the books on the desk so we can find the icky demon!" Cordelia replied hotly.

" Don't you mean MY research, Cordelia?" Angel finally said making his prescence known.

All eyes in the room turned to Angel who stood at the bottom of the stairs with his arms crossed over his chest.

" Of course that's what I meant." Cordelia quickly replied.

" Uh huh" was the only reply Angel gave.

" Well why didn't anyone come and get me?" Wesley asked.

" Are you deaf? What did I just finish saying? We didn't want to go and get you because you were Mr. Grouchy pants all night and we didn't want to have to deal with your stiff british upper lip!" Cordelia yelled, answering Wesley's question.

Gunn and Fred just nodded their heads.

" I'm really sorry Cordelia. I've just been stressed out over this prophecy. I just can't seem to get the dialect right." Wesley said hanging his low in defeat.

Cordelia never liked to see Wesley in this kind of state went up to him and put her fingers under his chin and moved his head so that they were seeing eye to eye.

" It's ok Wesley. We know how much stuffy prophecies mean to you." she said with amusement in her voice. Wesley couldn't help but smile. " Sometimes I think I have to compete with those smelly scrolls for your attention and you know Cordelia Chase always comes out in top sooner or later."

Angel couldn't help but smile when his two friends enveloped eachother in a friendly hug. Even though Angel knew Cordelia for so many years, she still managed to surprise him by showing her caring and considerate side. ' The woman is amazing' he mentally praised her.

After that little fiasco, everyone was scattered around the lobby researching the demon in Cordy's vision.

Gunn sat the steps with Fred sitting right next to him. Wesley was in his office and Angel and Cordy were on the lobby couch.

No matter how much he tried Angel kept dozing off in the middle of his reading until he finally fell asleep.

Angel on his bed...... Cordelia giving him an incredible massage.... Cordelia feeding him chocolate covered strawberries... Cordelia in nothing but lingerie....

All of a sudden he felt himself getting hit in the head with a book. On instincts he used his hand to block the next blow. Through his haze he noticed that it was Cordelia with a book in her hand.

" Cordelia what are you doing?" Angel asked still not completely out of his sleepy haze

" NO WAY ARE YOU DREAMING ABOUT DARLA AGAIN! DO YOU HEAR ME?" She yelled at him ready to swing again. This time Angel snatched the book away before it could do any more harm.

" What makes you think that?" Angel asked still confused over Cordelia's scene.

Wesley stepped out of his office to see what the yelling was about while Fred looked on with worry her eyes and Gunn just had a smirk on his face.

" What is going on here?" Wesley commanded hoping he would get an answer.

" Angel here" Cordelia said pointing accusingly to Angel " Was moaning and groaning in his sleep! And the first thing that popped into my head was the time he was having those dreams about Darla!"

' I was moaning and groaning?' Angel thought to himself.

" Angel?" Wesley asked in a tone stating to explain himself.

Everyone in lobby was looking at Angel as if he was on trial.

' How are you gonna get yourself out of this one Angel? Huh?'

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