Part 02

All You Have To Do Is Smile

Part 2

NOTE: *BIG* thanks to Kath, the wonderful grammar nazi ;) for betaing. Luv ya! ;)

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*Oh my God, this is not happening* Cordelia tugged at the bottom of her dress, the petticoats itching at her leg. *Wesley* she thought, her anger getting the better of her, *I am going to kill you* She looked up at Angel, who was regarding her with what looked like a lecherous gaze. He wagged his eyebrows at her.

*Oh dear God, no* she frantically glanced around the room, *I was supposed to find the past within his head, not the actual past!* Suddenly she felt an arm hook around her waist as she was pulled into a tight grasp by a sweating, smelly, drunken Irishman.

"What d'ya say you and me has a little fun upstairs, precious?"

"God, no, get off me you smell..." a hand clamped round her mouth as Angel grabbed her, pulling her tight against his body.

"Now, now," he smiled, "That's no way to treat a paying customer, gorgeous,"

Cordelia wasn't sure which emotion to let in charge. Part of her was irate at being treated this way but a part of her was filled with fear at the fact that she was stuck in 18th Century Ireland with a live, drunk and very Irish version of Angel.

"Since I seem to be your guardian Angel, why don't I save you from this terrible rogue," She breathed a sigh of relief, not noticing the glint in his eye, "and take his place."

Cordelia's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to protestand that was her downfall. Even without his vampiric speed Angel was quick. His mouth was crushed against hers in a passionate embrace before her mind even registered what was happening, and as soon as it did, she was quick to silence it.

Without even acknowledging the hollers and hoots from the rest of the bar, Angel had picked her up and carried her to the hallway, his mouth never leaving hers as they continued to ravish each other. As he placed her on the ground again, some distant part of her mind registered that they had reached a room and Angel was fumbling with the lock.

Pushing her back into the room, he kicked the door with the back of his foot but Cordelia didn't even hear it rattling in its hinges from the force of his kick. Gasping for breath, they pulled apart, their lips slightly swollen and more than eager to continue.

*This spell has gone soooooo wrong* She had thought she was prepared for anything, prepared to face whatever Angel had hidden away in his head, prepared to be his guide. She was prepared to let him show her all the things that were causing him pain. She was prepared for the past...just not literally

She gazed into his eyes, desperate to see something, anything that registered to her that there was hope of him being a man like Angel was now. That there was some remenant of him travelling through his former body with hernot that she had any intention of travelling into his body, of course.

"So, this is some mind trip, huh?" he smirked.

Oh yeah, this was Angel. He hit the floor.

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"You hit me!" He sat up, rubbing his tender jaw.

"You treated me like a whore!"

"You acted like one!"

*SHIT*

"Wait, I didn't mean that." He got quickly to his feet, backing away as he noticed the anger behind her deadly stare, "Cordelia, listen to me, I didn't mean that,"

She walked slowly towards him as he backed against the wall, "You're human now, Angel." She kneed him in the groin, "That hurt more than usual?" He gasped in agony as he leaned forward; this wasn't exactly going to plan.

"I am going to kill Wesley!" Cordelia began to pace the room and Angel was more than marginally relieved that she seemed to be directing her frustration elsewherefor the moment. He gingerly stood up straight, the pain proving that this was definitely more than a dream.

"It wasn't exactly his fault," Angel reasoned, "The spell was written in an ancient demonic language, he couldn't really be positive I suppose"

"Don't defend him. I need someone to blame and if it's not him, then I'm likely to vent my anger elsewhe"

"It's Wesley's fault."

Cordelia rubbed at her eyes and sat on the edge of the bed, "So what do we do now?" she asked as he sat on the bed next to her, enough distance between them that he could make a quick get away should the occasion arrive. He leaned against her as he reminded himself how to breathe, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out The last time he could breathe was nothing more than a distant memory and he took full advantage, taking pleasure from the simple act. He closed his eyes, the smell of Cordelia's hair playing with his senses as he took deep breaths.

He sighed, "We should be able to leave by giving the charm to the gateway. It's our only way home."

"So we need to find someone who looks like Wesley or Gunn?"

"Yes," he nodded and gave her hand a squeeze. She leaned her head against his shoulder and grunted.

"Next time, you just tell me what's wrong, 'k?"

He chuckled and placed a kiss on her head, "Okay."

With another sigh she pulled herself from the bed, "Okay, lets go give thisAngel?"

"What?" he asked her as he leaned back, closing his eyes and placing a hand over his beating heart.

"Where's the charm?" She asked as she reminded herself how to breathe, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out

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"What?"

"It's not here. You have it though, right? It's in your pocket or something?"

Angel sat up, "Cordelia, I don't have the necklace."

"But it's got to be here!" She fell to her knees and began to search the floor, "You must have torn it off what with your hurry to grope me and all,"

"You weren't exactly complaining." Angel replied following suit and searching the floor.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door followed by a rather drunken drawl, "Are ye nearly finished in ther', Liam?"

Cordelia squealed as Angel grabbed her and hoisted her onto the bed, quickly lying on top of her, firmly placing his lips over hers. She lost herself in his kiss as she held on tight to his warm body. She moaned into his mouth as his hand began to knead her breasts, her breath coming in short gasps between kisses.

"Ha, sorry lad, I can see you're busy." The door shut with a load bang. Angel slowed the kiss until his lips were no longer moving, simply resting lightly against hers. Slowly he pulled away, staring into her eyes.

"He always opened the door"

"It's okay," she smiled, still slightly breathless, "I understand."

"I think I know what's happened to the necklace." He said, sitting up and pulling her with him. She wasn't sure whether she was supposed to be relieved that he'd spent the time they were kissing thinking about this or severely pissed off.

"What?" she asked, slightly irritated that her body was still aching for his touch, for his talented hands to work their way down her body and

"Cordelia?" she snapped her eyes open and gazed over at him, glad that he no longer had the advantage of extra senses.

"Huh?"

"Were you listening?"

"Uh...sure. You know where the necklace is," She shifted in her seat and awaited his explanation.

"The necklace is where it should beor at least where it should be in this time frame"

"You used a necklace that was from this time to be our way home?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes?" he grimaced, backing away slightly, "I didn't know this would happen. We were supposed to be in my mind, not 1752."

"We're in 1752?" she asked, trading her anger in for puzzlement, "How do you know?"

"This inn burned to the ground in 1751 and was rebuilt in 1752. From what I could see of downstairs, there were remnants of the party. I'd say this was around," he frowned trying to remember the details of his past, "October 12th, I think."

"Wow. You have a really good memory."

He smiled at her and she blushed a little under his gaze. There was a sparkle in his eyes that she wasn't used to seeing, a hint of mischief, a breath of life. He was human and she couldn't stop her mind from remembering that there was no curse ready to rip his soul from*STOP*

"We need to get out of here," he said jumping to his feet.

"No way!" she stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "There is no way I'm going out there. Not like this."

"Cordelia, you feel fine to meeh, look fine, look, I meant look."

"I'm dressed like a whore!"

"Not the only whore,"

"Angel." She said, scowling at him, "I am not going out there dressed like this."

"Look, the only way to get you into some decent clothes is to leave."

"Fine." She glared at him and walked to the door only to be pulled back into his embrace.

"Cordelia, you can't just walk out of here."

"Why the hell not?"

"There's no way you're getting through the outside door on your own. Do you honestly think they're going to let a beautiful wench like you"

"Wench?"

"walk out the door unattached?"

"Wench?"

"Cordelia, I simply meant"

"Wench?" He grunted in frustration and before she could protest he kissed her. He kissed her so passionately he almost forgot that they were supposed to be acting. Slowly he opened the door and backed her into the hallway, his arms crushing her into him. And, some small part of his mind shouted that she was holding on to him just as tightly.

He backed her into the main room and towards the door, hiding her face from view, knowing that someone would likely recognize her later should they see her dressed as a lady of money. He ignored the call of his friends and focussed on Cordelia. Her soft lips, her perfectly shaped body fitting into him, passionately embracing*focus* Backing her out of the door, he pushed her round to the side of the inn and up against the wall.

His hand began to wander as Cordelia moaned into his mouth, he kissed his way down her throat and along her slender neck and then he stopped. He took a moment simply listening as her breath came in short pants, following the same haggard pattern as his. He stood up straight and looked into her eyes.

"I don't think anyone followed us," he whispered.

"Oh." She cleared her throat and began to fix her dress, tightening the bodice where he had begun to untie it. Realizing he was still pressed firmly against her he quickly pulled back.

"You shouldI meanI'll go check no one followed us." Nodding at him, she watched as he walked away from her, rubbing the back of his neck. Her gaze followed him, soaking up every inch of him, the way he carried himself, his walk, the light sway of his shoulder, his well toned arms, his tight butt

*Oh boyI'm in trouble*

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"Are you sure there's no other way?"

"Short of breaking and entering, yes. And don't look at me like that Cordelia, I am not breaking and entering. We're stuck here until we find the necklace and there's no way we're getting it any time soon. I'd get caught."

"Okay," She closed her eyes and clenched her fists as he ripped her dress. *Wesley, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.* This was not the way she had wanted to have him ripping her clothes offnot that she'd ever thought about him ripping her clothes off, of course.

"Wait a minute,"

"What?" Her eyes shot open as he stopped. He was thinkingand so was she. While she didn't think he was even aware of it, he had left his hands resting against her body, one on her stomach, the other very nearly cupping her breast, oh she was definitely aware.

"I rememberthere was an old woman who lived not far from here."

"And this helps us because...?" she asked, inadvertently moving into his hands.

Realizing exactly what he was doing he quickly pulled his hands away and cleared his throat, "Well, she was always being robbed, could hardly remember what day it was so I'm sure she never had an inventory of her clothes."

"You mean I don't need to play the 'I'm an innocent rich girl who was robbed and nearly raped, see how they ruined my clothes'?"

He smiled, "Not if we get in there without being noticed."

"Then lets go." Angel turned and headed towards the stables to collect his horse. He had been drinking at the small inn just out of town and had, somehow, managed to think he'd be in a fit state to ride home. He never was, he usually ended up staying the night.

The memories flooded through himor rather didn't, as he thought of all the nights he had purposefully drunk himself into a stupor, forgetting what had happened the next morning. Well, forgetting until he rolled over to see who he was lying next to. They were usually quick to fill him in.

"EhAngel?"

"What?" he asked turning to face her. She hadn't moved.

"Well, since you just ripped my clothes to shreds, I thought maybe you'd like to give me your jacket. You know, just if its not too much trouble."

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The wind whipped through her hair as she clutched a hold of his waist. Her eyes were closed as she leaned into him, her head resting against his back as she breathed in the scent of him. For some reason, more than likely the spell, nature had been kind to this body, as he, unlike his friends back at the inn, didn't smell so bad.

*In fact,* she mused, *he smells pretty damn good,* she allowed herself a grin as she leaned into him, tightening her grip slightly as she fought to stay awake.

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Angel felt her tightening her grip as she snuggled in closer. Now this he could get used to. He smiled as she shifted position, her warm breath tickling the back of his neck making his hairs stand on end.

He mentally shook himself as he realized they were nearing the trail. He vaguely remembered something about this woman, something he couldn't quite place his finger on as he slowed the horse to a nervous trot. Patting the back of the animal's neck, he steered it into the small smattering of nearby trees as they approached the trail to the house.

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Cordelia sighed as her eyes drifted shut. He would just rest for a little while. Angel would wake her when thewere near the house. She could just rest. Suddenly she cried out in pain, almost falling off the back of the horse when she felt someone grab hold of her as the pain of her vision coursed through her body.

She tried to focus on the vision, tried to ignore the pain hurtling through her. She thrashed her arms, clawing, screaming. And then, as suddenly as it had started, the vision left her, withdrawing it's hold on her senses, ;eaving her only with the memory.

They were in danger.

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END OF PART 2

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