Title: Facing The Past
Author: Dark Ophelia
E-Mail: xdarkopheliaxhotmail.com
Rating: Eventually R.
Category: Time-Travel/Romance
Summary: When Cordelia meets Liam..
Spoilers: None that are earth shattering.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Angelfire Buffy Rpers Guild webbie, Childhood Trauma(my site)..if anyone else wants it, e-mail me and ask for permission
Notes: Well, this is my first attempt at time travel. Beware.
Feedback: I welcome it with open arms..whoohoo?
"Okay. Movies picked out, popcorn made, blood warmed and ready, couch and chairs all
comfy..what is missing in this picture?" Cordelia sarcastically questioned, obviously already
knowing the answer. "Where the hell is everyone?!"
She'd actually thought this had been a good idea. How long had it been since the employees
of Angel Investigations had sat down for a quiet evening together? Well, their 'evenings' had
never been quiet, but they had been nice, damn it! And now, poof, there were no more. So,
Cordelia Chase, party planner extraordinare, had grabbed the bull by the horns and planned a get
together between friends. And this was how they repaid her? By not showing up? Oh, she didn't
think so.
Huffing with disatisfaction, she stood and went towards the phone. She'd be damned if those
busy bodies were going to miss HER party. She was Cordelia Chase. Who missed a Cordelia Chase
party? No one that wanted to keep their head in the morning. Dialing the Angel Investigations
headquarters number as fast and furiously as she could, she held the phone to her ear, waiting.
Waiting. Waiting.
"Hello?" A breathless female voice answered, and she automatically identified it as
Fred's. She'd know the southern belle's voice anywhere.
"Fred? Yeah, this is Cordy. You'd think that when I went out of my way to plan a get
together for my friends who well deserve it, they'd actually bother to show up!" She
exclaimed, tone indicating annoyance. Obviously Fred took note of it, because the words she
answered with were stammered.
"Well..w-we were out the door when Angel..well, he..he kinda poofed."
"Poofed," Cordelia stated slowly, "Angel poofed. I'll be damned if the big oaf poofs when
I'm holding a party that he's invited to, damn it! How do we get him back?"
"It's not that easy, Cordy," The small brunette insisted. Why? Why her?
"It had better be easy, Fred! You tell Wesley that I'll be over there in a few minutes, and
I want that man-pire back and ready to have some fun, and he'd better be happy about it! Well,
not too happy..because that wouldn't be fun for those of us who don't want to be skinned alive or
something. Oh, forget it," She sighed, slamming the receiver into the cradle as she grabbed her
coat and keys, heading out the door.
"What are we going to do?" Fred asked in a whimpery voice as she eased the phone into the
cradle, the exact opposite of what Cordy had so obviously done. They'd planned on calling
Cordy. They really had. It's just..well..Cordelia wasn't exactly the easiest person to break
news to.
"I don't know, baby," Gunn said, hand running over his bald head. Fred wanted to giggle at
that..she'd always found it just a bit hilarious. He sent a smile her way, then coughed, going
back to business, "I say we need to find Angel before Cordelia gets over here, or she's going to
raise her own personal version of hell. Barbie's hell idn't all that pretty." He'd witnessed it
first hand, Fred realised, sighing.
"But we have no idea where he went, and-"
"Hold your horses, lamb chop. I think I have a bit of news on where Angelcakes disappeared
to." Lorne intoned as he walked into the lobby, via the stairs.
Fred sighed with relief, taking a seat on a chair behind the desk. "Thank goodness..we were
going crazy, Lorne," She cast a glance over to Gunn, then altered her words, "Me. I was going
crazy. Charles was being his usual chivalrous self!"
He would've blushed if he could..but he'd be damned if he'd let his girl see him blushing.
"Nah, not really..just keeping everything in check."
At those words, the door was yanked open, and in stepped Cordelia in all her fiery glory.
Fred wanted to hide behind Lorne at the fierceness in her eyes, but..that was being silly.
Cordelia was her best female friend at the moment. Why would she be afraid of her?
"Where is he? I swear, if he doesn't turn up, I'm going to strangle him with my own bare
vision!"
"Your own bare..? OH!" Lorne quickly understood, rushing forward to catch her just as she
hit the floor, thrashing like a mad woman. In a few minutes, Cordy had calmed, hand pressed to
her forehead.
"Angel..he's..he's in Ireland?" She arched an eyebrow, slowly sitting as Fred handed her an
aspirin and a glass of water, "Thanks..but he's not Angel. He's Liam. Looks like the big hunk
of man-pire went and did a little time altering." At her words, everyone groaned, even herself.
Time altering? And now he was Liam? After all she'd heard Angel tell her about his human
self..ick.
"Well, I'm sure Wesley can find a spell to send one of you back in time to get our stud
muffin, but easier said than done. You'll have to locate him, then bring him back.." Lorne
trailed off, and they quickly understood what he meant, "Which one of you's up for the chase?"
"I'll do it. It's my damned party he's missing, and I'm going to give him a little piece of
my mind."
(Author's Note: This is just the first chapter. If you want to see more of this little 'escapade', then review, review, review! I promise it'll be worth your time! ..teeheehee..)
Author: Dark Ophelia
E-Mail: xdarkopheliaxhotmail.com
Rating: Eventually R.
Category: Time-Travel/Romance
Summary: When Cordelia meets Liam..
Spoilers: None that are earth shattering.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Angelfire Buffy Rpers Guild webbie, Childhood Trauma(my site)..if anyone else wants it, e-mail me and ask for permission
Notes: Well, this is my first attempt at time travel. Beware.
Feedback: I welcome it with open arms..whoohoo?
"Okay. Movies picked out, popcorn made, blood warmed and ready, couch and chairs all
comfy..what is missing in this picture?" Cordelia sarcastically questioned, obviously already
knowing the answer. "Where the hell is everyone?!"
She'd actually thought this had been a good idea. How long had it been since the employees
of Angel Investigations had sat down for a quiet evening together? Well, their 'evenings' had
never been quiet, but they had been nice, damn it! And now, poof, there were no more. So,
Cordelia Chase, party planner extraordinare, had grabbed the bull by the horns and planned a get
together between friends. And this was how they repaid her? By not showing up? Oh, she didn't
think so.
Huffing with disatisfaction, she stood and went towards the phone. She'd be damned if those
busy bodies were going to miss HER party. She was Cordelia Chase. Who missed a Cordelia Chase
party? No one that wanted to keep their head in the morning. Dialing the Angel Investigations
headquarters number as fast and furiously as she could, she held the phone to her ear, waiting.
Waiting. Waiting.
"Hello?" A breathless female voice answered, and she automatically identified it as
Fred's. She'd know the southern belle's voice anywhere.
"Fred? Yeah, this is Cordy. You'd think that when I went out of my way to plan a get
together for my friends who well deserve it, they'd actually bother to show up!" She
exclaimed, tone indicating annoyance. Obviously Fred took note of it, because the words she
answered with were stammered.
"Well..w-we were out the door when Angel..well, he..he kinda poofed."
"Poofed," Cordelia stated slowly, "Angel poofed. I'll be damned if the big oaf poofs when
I'm holding a party that he's invited to, damn it! How do we get him back?"
"It's not that easy, Cordy," The small brunette insisted. Why? Why her?
"It had better be easy, Fred! You tell Wesley that I'll be over there in a few minutes, and
I want that man-pire back and ready to have some fun, and he'd better be happy about it! Well,
not too happy..because that wouldn't be fun for those of us who don't want to be skinned alive or
something. Oh, forget it," She sighed, slamming the receiver into the cradle as she grabbed her
coat and keys, heading out the door.
"What are we going to do?" Fred asked in a whimpery voice as she eased the phone into the
cradle, the exact opposite of what Cordy had so obviously done. They'd planned on calling
Cordy. They really had. It's just..well..Cordelia wasn't exactly the easiest person to break
news to.
"I don't know, baby," Gunn said, hand running over his bald head. Fred wanted to giggle at
that..she'd always found it just a bit hilarious. He sent a smile her way, then coughed, going
back to business, "I say we need to find Angel before Cordelia gets over here, or she's going to
raise her own personal version of hell. Barbie's hell idn't all that pretty." He'd witnessed it
first hand, Fred realised, sighing.
"But we have no idea where he went, and-"
"Hold your horses, lamb chop. I think I have a bit of news on where Angelcakes disappeared
to." Lorne intoned as he walked into the lobby, via the stairs.
Fred sighed with relief, taking a seat on a chair behind the desk. "Thank goodness..we were
going crazy, Lorne," She cast a glance over to Gunn, then altered her words, "Me. I was going
crazy. Charles was being his usual chivalrous self!"
He would've blushed if he could..but he'd be damned if he'd let his girl see him blushing.
"Nah, not really..just keeping everything in check."
At those words, the door was yanked open, and in stepped Cordelia in all her fiery glory.
Fred wanted to hide behind Lorne at the fierceness in her eyes, but..that was being silly.
Cordelia was her best female friend at the moment. Why would she be afraid of her?
"Where is he? I swear, if he doesn't turn up, I'm going to strangle him with my own bare
vision!"
"Your own bare..? OH!" Lorne quickly understood, rushing forward to catch her just as she
hit the floor, thrashing like a mad woman. In a few minutes, Cordy had calmed, hand pressed to
her forehead.
"Angel..he's..he's in Ireland?" She arched an eyebrow, slowly sitting as Fred handed her an
aspirin and a glass of water, "Thanks..but he's not Angel. He's Liam. Looks like the big hunk
of man-pire went and did a little time altering." At her words, everyone groaned, even herself.
Time altering? And now he was Liam? After all she'd heard Angel tell her about his human
self..ick.
"Well, I'm sure Wesley can find a spell to send one of you back in time to get our stud
muffin, but easier said than done. You'll have to locate him, then bring him back.." Lorne
trailed off, and they quickly understood what he meant, "Which one of you's up for the chase?"
"I'll do it. It's my damned party he's missing, and I'm going to give him a little piece of
my mind."
(Author's Note: This is just the first chapter. If you want to see more of this little 'escapade', then review, review, review! I promise it'll be worth your time! ..teeheehee..)