A/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to update, I had half this chapter written and then my computer deleted it and I'm going to stop with the excuses now; ENJOY!!

Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah- Joss is God.

Cordelia Chase yanked open the closet door and proceeded to throw various pieces of clothing into the open duffle bag on her bed. Years ago, Cordelia Chase, queen bitch of Sunnydale high, would have picked each outfit with care. No knockoffs, or demon slime stains. But she wasn't Cordelia Chase, queen bitch of Sunnydale high, anymore, was she? She was Cordelia Chase, link to the powers that be. For god's sake, her best friends were a vampire, a street thug, a slightly insane Texan, and a British watcher.

She shoved her dark hair from her face, and closed her eyes briefly before opening them again. Cordy zipped the bag, and tossed it on top of the one she had packed for Angel. She really needed to buy that man some plaid. Exhausted, emotionally and physically, she sat heavily down on the bed.

"Cordy, are you ready?" Wesley asked, looking at the brunette seer with concern.

"To go back to hell? Oh yeah. Here's the deal, Wes, we go and we bring Angel back here. No idle chitchat or sweet hellos. In and out," He nodded, slightly afraid of the ex-cheerleader, and shouldered each bag.

"Well, everyone's ready," He told her as they walked down to the lobby. She nodded, and smiled at the others. Gunn was glaring at Lorne, who was taking the huge stakes off of the black man's truck. Wesley had refused to drive all the way to Sunnydale in a "vamp-slaying pimp mobile". Fred stood next to Gunn, offering silent support. Cordelia smiled at Fred, knowing that the girl was terrified at being outside.

"Cordy, make him stop!" Gunn pleaded, and the brunette held a hand over her mouth as to not laugh out loud.

"Listen, honey-bum, don't ya think it'd be a bit inconspicuous if we drive down the highway with a bunch of wooden stakes strapped to the hood?"

"I don't care! You're denouncing her!"

"She's a car, Gunn," Cordy stated, climbing into the front seat.

"She's my baby!" Gunn slid into the drivers seat, and placed a kiss on his hand and then touched the steering wheel. Wesley rolled his eyes.

"Ok, let's get this over with," Cordelia sighed, as Gunn pulled out of the driveway. It was going to be a long drive.

(Sunnydale)

"Mr. Angel," The vampire looked up at the British voice, and glared at the obvious council member. The member closed the door, and faced Angel, his eyes landing briefly on Faith.

"What do you want," his voice was cold, but the man didn't seemed to be phased at all by it.

"To make sure it is clear to you that there is no way that this child will be under your care. The second he is born, he will be brought to England to be raised as a watcher,"

"Over my dead body,"

"That can be arranged," The watcher, who reminded Angel greatly of Wesley when he had first come to Sunnydale, pulled out a cross bow and pointed it at the vampire. Angel raised an eyebrow, a smirk crawling across his face.

"I doubt that," With lightning speed Angel had rushed to the man, and had twisted his wrist in such a way that he dropped the crossbow. "You come any where near this baby and I will kill you,"

"You have a soul," It was clear by the man's voice, that he was in pain.

Angel slipped on his game face, and growled at the man, "Think that'll stop me from tearing out your throat," The man's eyes widened, and as soon as Angel released him he scurried off. The vampire sighed, and kicked the cross bow under the bed before turning to the comatose vampire slayer.

"You're going to be the death of me," he whispered, brushing her hair from her face. He could have sworn she smiled.

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