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Status: unfinished. I think it'll be about 4 chapters or so in the end, nothing too long.
Reviews: yes please! It will motivate me to keep writing!
Rating: PG13 for some rather strong violence and swearing. May turn R in the future.
Info: BtVS/AtS crossover fic, set after Angel 1x19 'Sanctuary' and before Buffy 4x20 'The Yoko Factor'. I thought that Angel's visit to Sunnydale, just to beat up Riley, needed some improving, especially after the B/A fight in Sanctuary.
Pairing: Some B/A (mostly just angsty stuff) and a little X/A and W/T.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, I just thought up the storyline.
A/N: I don't know how this fic will develop, just had an urge to write it :). It's my first B/A fic too, so be nice, hehe! Oh and pleeeaaase review, thanks!!
With a jolt, Cordelia Chase sat bolt upright in her bed and gasped.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. OW!" she yelped as yet another vision started filling her head, accompagnied by the usual seering pain. Images and sounds washed over her and disappeared again as quickly as they'd come.
She fell back onto her pillow, rubbing her forehead. The rush of images was starting to come back to her, organizing themselves in her head until they were more or less coherent.
"Oh crap," she muttered when she realized what her vision had been about. Quickly, she got out of bed and, with a huge sigh, started getting ready.
"We have a serious problem," the Seer said as she walked into Angel's office at the Hyperion hotel. The vampire looked up from the folders he was leafing through.
"It's called knocking, Cordy," he said with a stoic expression on his face, and turned back to the folders. Cordelia sighed and hopped up onto the desk.
"Why, it's not like you were doing anything interesting," she answered with a shrug. Angel just glared at her.
"Fine. I'll remember to knock next time I have a blinding vision about death, torment and impending doom!" Cordy added, rolling her eyes. Angel put down the folders and looked at her.
"Okay. What did you see?" he said with a frown. Cordelia shot him a quick smile, got back onto her feet and started pacing around the office.
"Big ass demon, that was sucking out people's souls through their mouths. And let me just tell you, it doesn't look pleasant. God, just once, I wish I could dream about Brad Pitt, like normal people..." she muttered. Angel lifted an eyebrow.
"I never dr..." he said, but was immediately interrupted again.
"Anyway, the point is, the people I saw being soulsucked, were Buffy, Giles and Xander..." she added quickly, and turned around to face Angel. "So, I guess we saddle up and head for good old Sunnydale?"
Angel just stared at Cordy, as what she'd said sank in. He leaned back and took the phone off the hook.
"No," the vampire said, shaking his head. "I'll call Giles and warn him." Cordy let out an angry breath.
"Excuse me? Did I hear you right? You're not gonna go grab your shoes and jump at the chance to see your ex-honey?" she said and placed her hands in her sides. Angel sighed but didn't put the phone back down.
"Buffy and I didn't exactly part on good terms when she was here. She thought I was taking Faith's side over hers. Or everyones..." he said softly. Cordy just lifted her hands in a dramatic gesture.
"Hello? That's what I said too, but if something was gonna be sucking out my soul, I'd be thankful for your help anyway!" she scoffed.
"Buffy can take care of herself, she doesn't need my help," Angel said, and started to dial Giles's number. Cordelia quickly grabbed the phone from him and hung up. The vampire glared at her, but she was used to this and just looked back at him, her arms folded across her chest.
"Oh, suck it up!" she said crossly. "So you had a spat with your old sweetheart. Whatever! We're Angel Investigations. We help the helpless! We don't give'em a call and say 'hey, by the way, you're gonna die soon'. I get the killer migraines for a reason, you know? It's the Powers' not so subtle way to tell us we have to save someone who needs help. Right?" the Seer said, frankly raising her eyebrows.
"Okay, okay," Angel muttered, sliding back his chair and getting back onto his feet. "But you and Wesley are staying here to take care of the customers!"
"What customers?" the former cheerleader said with a cheerful grin. "We're not exactly swamped with work, champ... Plus, for some bizarre reason, I wanna see the old gang again. But don't tell 'em I said so, or all those years of hellish torture will seem like Disneyland to you!" she added quickly. Angel shook his head and smiled.
"Fine. Give Wesley a call, will you? I guess we're going back to Sunnydale."
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"Explain again in what way this is fun?" Xander said while he added more books to the already overstacked shelves in Giles's flat. Buffy walked in from the other room, carrying another batch of old volumes.
"You got me beat," she said as she plumped the books down on one of a few empty places on the dinner table.
"It's not supposed to be entertaining," Giles replied with a sigh. "Now that we know that Adam is composed out of various types of demons, we'd do well to learn all there is to know about all the original demons, so we can determine Adam's strengths and weaknesses." There was a knock at the door, and Giles opened it to reveal Anya, Willow and Tara, carrying yet more books. Buffy and Xander let out a simultaneous sigh.
"Ahn, leave the door open, will ya? All this dust is getting in my eyes. We wouldn't want my impending blindness to get in the way of all the crazy alphabetizing fun, now would we?" Xander said sarcastically. Willow grinned at him as she put down her stack of books.
"Oh, before I forget: we saw Spike on our way over here. He was headed for one of the caves by the woods, lookin' all shifty. I'm sure he was up to something. Should we go and check it out?" the witch said. Quickly, Buffy jumped up, knocking over a large 18th century encyclopedia.
"Will's right, we should! Patroll! Let's go!" the Slayer said, overly cheerful and clearly eager to avoid more researching and organizing. Giles just looked at her.
"Very nice try, but there's really no hurry. Spike can't physically harm anyone. Like it or not, right now Adam is our biggest problem," the Watcher told her sternly.
"Oh, I'd say you have bigger problems..." the voice of a young woman suddenly said. As one, the Scoobies turned around and stared at the three familiar figures who were standing in the door opening. Cordelia, Wesley... and Angel.
The Scoobies glanced at each other, unsure as to what to do with their unexpected visitors, but Buffy simply stared at the dark haired vampire in front of her.
"Angel..." she said finally, with a cold undertone that hid the underlying hoarseness of her voice. "What are you doing here?"
TBC