Title: Somewhere back over the rainbow...
Author: Jill-Renay Simon
Rating: PG-PG13(?)
Spoilers: All S2 up to the ending of 2x22.
Summary: Gunn, Angel and Lorne didn't make it through the portal. Wesley, Fred and Cordelia did.
Notes: Please tell me if you want me to continue this! This was one of my random www (whirlwind writer's wonder) that I had to get on paper before my skull exploded.
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Author's Notes:

I wanted to expand on my www on the notion that Angel, Gunn and Lorne didn't make it through the portal. I kind of had it in my mind that Groo went kind of crazy after Cordy told him she was going back to Earth with Angel and somehow he kept the three from getting back. These are Cordelia's thoughts on the whole thing and finding a way to get those three back to Earth.

Somewhere back over the rainbow lies a land where humans are treated as slaves and the hell-beasts run the government.

Somewhere back over the rainbow I was once their princess and stupidly handed over the crown to a mighty warrior named the Groosalugg.

Somewhere back over the rainbow two men and a karaoke loving demon are being held captive all because of me.

They're trapped.

Wesley took me and the new girl Fred over to England to his parents' estate. He keeps asking me when I want to go back to Los Angeles. I keep telling him never. I don't want to go back to LA. Not now and maybe not ever.

Sure, it was the city where I reunited with Angel, and met the guy who gave me a precious gift: Doyle. There were some parts of LA that I loved and others I hated.

Giles is visiting right now. Trying to help Wesley and his father, Roger figure out how to open the portal back up. Fred, with her brainy and crazy ideas, is trying to help as well. Something about hot spots and formulas and a lot of mumbo jumbo that only Wesley could understand.

So, they're trying to find a way back over the rainbow.

Last night I sat out on the greens of the estate and just stared up at the sky. I kept wondering if Angel could see the same sky or not.

And I kept thinking about that silly childhood rhyme, starlight star bright. My mother's housekeeper would tell me stories about the rhyme and wishes actually coming true.

Last night I wished for an Angel.

Fred wished for a Lorne.

Wesley wished for a Gunn.

And together, we all wished for a rainbow.