A/N: Hi all! I'm glad you liked the last part! I was hoping this would be the next to last chapter, but it may drag out to 25 chapters. We'll see how my brain works. Thank you for all your reviews and I look forward to reading many, many more! As for J, if you want to use my stuff, go ahead. Let me know where it is so I can go read it and see what you applied it to – and, of course, promote your work shamelessly… :)

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"Cordy?" Fred's small voice called into the dark. Wes' eyes flew open at the other woman's name.

"Who turned out the lights?" Gunn's voice called. "Wes? Fred? Cordy? Buffy?"

"I'm here, Gunn," Wes answered.

"I'm here too," Buffy chimed in.

"You guys, I can't find Cordy!" Fred said, panicked.

"Well, I can't even find my own nose in this place it's so dark… Chances are, she's still knocked out,"Gunn said even though he sounded doubtful.

"Where do you think we are?" Fred said, trying to find her way closer to her friends.

"Somewhere in the bowels of Wolfram and Hart would be my guess," Wes answered. Gunn made a gagging sound.

"Dude, that was an ugly word. Could you use another one?" he asked. Wes gave Gunn what he hoped to be a look in his direction.

"Fine. We're somewhere within the Wolfram and Hart compound," he said.

"Shouldn't we know where we are then? We did spend almost an entire year here," Fred commented.

"There was plenty that we were unaware of in our tenure here. I'm certain there are things we left unfound… or the Senior Partners left undetectable… It would be unsurprising considering they've masterminded all of this," Wes said as he started walking slowly, hands outstretched to guard himself from colliding with anything.

"We still can't find Cordelia," Fred said as she heard Wes shuffling around.

"Fred, I don't think Cordelia is here," Wes said.

"Why not?" the scientist asked. Buffy's voice broke into the blackness.

"Because we're the bait," she said.

"How is separating Cordy from us meant as bait?" Gunn asked.

"Because we are meant to bring Angel here. He's got Lorne and Lindsey with him. By coming here and then separating Cordelia, they are forcing Angel to go after her alone. And… walk right into a trap," Wes concluded.

"Trap, oh brainy one?"Buffy prompted. Wes let out a sigh.

"The spell the Senior Partners are planning on using to bind Conner's soul involves Angel's own soul. The spell we plan to use calls for the same thing," Wes said, connecting some dots that hadn't made sense earlier in his translation of the texts.

"Okay, what about Spike and me? We're needed too, and Spike isn't even here," Buffy said. Wes used his fingers to rub his temples.

"Yes, but Spike – not being of corporeal form – was probably able to route our attackers and is hopefully still back at the hotel waiting to relate our kidnapping back to Angel. He will then accompany Angel, Lorne and Lindsey here to rescue us. All four souls of the prophecy, plus Conner's, will then be within the walls of Wolfram and Hart… thus sparking the means of what is to come…" he explained. There was silence for a moment as Wes' implications became clear.

"Crap," Buffy said suddenly.

"Ditto,"Gunn said as well. Again, there was more silence.

"Well, we've got to find a way out of here…." Buffy stated as she, too, started shuffling around in search of a way out. Wes resumed his own awkward search.

"It would be best if we could find a way out to Angel, rather than have him get trapped in here to find us…"

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"Conner…" Cordelia said again as she sat up slightly. The boy's eyes continued to glare down at her. He was back to the angry young man that had returned from Quor'toth. Cordelia did not break his gaze as she made her way to her feet, albeit shakily.

"Conner, we've got to get out of here," she said. Still, the teenager stayed silent.

"Who knows what the Senior Partners have planned. And if Lindsey's right, if Lilah's back, things are further along than we thought," she said as she began to walk around the room looking for an exit. There was none that she could see.

"They showed me everything that happened," Conner's voice stopped her. "My life as Stephen… They showed me my real father and his true nature, they showed me his pathetic attempts at being anything but the murderous demon he really is… they showed me the life he tried to give me… they showed me you…" Cordelia turned around to look at him, her eyes narrowed.

"That wasn't me... well, most of what you remember isn't me," she said. But Conner didn't hear her; he was so caught in his memories and his anger.

"You used me," he said bitterly. "You never cared for me at all!" Cordelia's lip twisted in a wry grimace.

"I did not use you. I was used as a vessel to use you…" she tried again. She straightened her shoulders. "And you're wrong about me not caring about you. I loved you. We all did. You were a son to all of us, not just Angel…" The boy was silent, but in a sudden burst of speed he had Cordelia by her neck and against the wall.

"You lie," he bit out. Cordelia's feet barely touched the ground and her hands went up to her neck to pry the hands away from her windpipe.

"No… I don't lie. You meant the world to me, to us, to Angel," she rasped out. "You still do!" The boy's grip tightened as something sparked in his eyes.

"I don't care anymore," he said. Cordelia's dark eyes locked on his. She didn't struggle anymore. If this boy she'd once thought of as a son was going to kill her, so be it.

"Did you ever care?" she asked without even a hint of acidity. The question caught Conner off-guard. The conflicted look in his eyes caused an ache in Cordelia's heart and a flash of anger so pure she almost didn't recognize it for what it was. Damn the Senior Partners for playing havoc with everything in this boy's life, everything he'd ever loved or come to love! Damn the Powers for doing nothing to save him.

The grip tightened around her throat and it was then that Cordelia realized that, for Conner, there was no going back. There really never had been after that sweet baby boy had been carried off to a Hell dimension. This anger would always be inside him and forever define him. Conner – their Conner - didn't know anything else…

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Angel, Lindsey and Lorne all stormed through the hotel doors. The place was completely empty and eerily silent.

"Well, there's no welcoming party…" the demonsaid, clutching his weapon closer to him.

"Think again, mate," Spike said from the office. Angel, Lorne and Lindsey turned to look at him.

"What happened?" Angel asked, even though he already knew. Spike shrugged as he walked towards them.

"I think you know full well what bloody happened," he said flippantly. Angel glared.

"Do you know where they took them?"

"How am I supposed to know? All I saw were commandos raiding the cookie jar. I was a little occupied playing tug of war against three of them with Buffy in the middle to really ask them what good vacation spots they know…" he said.

"You're really not much help, are you?" Angel asked. Lorne frowned at Spike.

"How in the Hellmouthwere you playing tug of war with anyone? You're not exactly... well... not to point out handicaps or anything... but..." he said while waving a hand in front of the ghost. Spike looked slightly abashed at his slip. Lindsey only smiled as Angel rounded on the blond man.

"What aren't you telling us, Spike?" he asked. Spike shrugged again.

"Nothing important." Angel made a fist and attempted to put it through Spike's skull. It only passed through him.

"So, you can play tug of war with Buffy, but I can't clock you?" he asked. Spike just smiled.

"All the benefits without the drawbacks, wouldn't you say?" he goaded. Angel growled in frustration, but it was Lindsey who finally shed light on the subject.

"What Goldilocks here is not saying is that his soul is bound to Miss Summers," he informed. All turned to look at him.

"Bound?" Spike asked, intrigued at the news. Lindsey nodded.

"That would be the word," he confirmed.

"How did I miss that?" Lorne asked, confused as he looked over the ghost.

"What does that mean?"Angel asked, ignoring the demon. The ex-Lawyer smirked.

"Well, by technical definition, the word 'bound' is the past tense form of the verb 'bind' and means something akin to tie or fasten together, or more in our case, to be compelling or unifying. I'd say both work in this case…" he said. He then looked to Lorne. "How did you miss that?" Lorne just sneered at him before turning to look at Angel.

"If Blondie Bear's bound to your ex, that would probably mean you're bound to Princess, right?" he asked. Angel found his way back into the office, the rest following behind.

"It would make sense," he said as he picked up one of Wes' discarded books. "The whole dark with dark and light with light stuff, I mean…"

"But who's dark and who's light? I'd think that would be important in the spell, right? We can't just play 'eenie meenie' with souls…"Lorne said.

"I have no idea, you're the soul expert of the four of us.That is why they took Wes. Without him, we don't know. We need to find them. And then we need to find Conner," he said.

"Maybe it was the kid who took them," Lindsey suggested. Spike shook his head.

"No, he wasn't around at all. It was just a bunch of people in black with guns…" he said.Lorne and Angel looked at each other for a second.

"Wolfram and Hart…"Lorne said for both of them. "Would they take them there?" Angel nodded.

"Yeah, they would. The Senior Partners want me, Cor, Buffy and Spike in order to use our souls to take Conner's. What better place to do that than at Wolfram and Hart?"Lorne looked at Lindsey.

"Up to seeing your Alma Matter one more time?" he asked. Lindsey smiled.

"For the last time no matter which way it goes? Why not?" he said.

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An hour later...

"I can't find anything. Can you guys?"Gunn asked after what had to be more than an hour of getting nowhere.

"Zippo, zilch, nada," Fred muttered, just as disheartened.

"Well, what next? I'm not going to be much good kicking baddie ass if I can't see baddie ass…" Buffy said.

"Any ideas? Anyone?" Fred asked.

"I have no idea what to do…" Wes admitted to Fred.

"God, if I could just see something, I could at least think of something to do!" Buffy whined. There was the sound of doors opening that caught their attention.

"Someone's coming… take advantage whatever light comes available…" Wes instructed. They were all silent as they waited for the new presence to approach.

"Wesley!" Angel voice called out suddenly, the echo of running feet welcome to him.

"Angel? Where are you? Can you see us?" Wes asked, relaxing. There was a hesitation from the vampire.

"Angel? Aren't you going to get us out? We need to get out!" Fred asked. Angel cleared his throat.

"You guys are out…" he said. Wes frowned.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Lindsey let out a quick laugh.

"You guys are sitting in the back of the lobby at Wolfram & Hart…" he said. Wes' eyes went wide.

"No… we've got to be trapped in a cell of some sort. We woke up and couldn't see anything. How did you get in here?" the ex-Watcher asked looking and still seeing nothing.Lorne put his hand on his shoulder causing the man to jump slightly.

"No… you're in the lobby. You four were stumbling all over yourselves when we walked in," he said. Wes felt his face and then ran a hand in front of his eyes.

"A blinding spell… they must have hit us with it while we were unconscious," he said after a moment.

"They wanted to keep you in plain sight, but keep you from leaving," Lindsey said. "You were bait… the visible kind."

"Clever little toadies…"Gunn said. "Now, fix it…"

"How?"Lorne asked. "We don't have anything with us besides our weapons…"

"Well, can't you use those to fix us?"Gunn asked.

"Well, I can cut your head off and see if that fixes things for you,"Lorne suggested to the man. "It usually works for me... consider it a cranial re-boot..."Gunn's eyes went wide as his hand came up to his neck.

"Ah… no thanks. I'm good… maybe next time," he said.

"Where's Cordelia?" Angel interrupted the bickering. The group fell silent.

"We have no idea, Angel. She wasn't with us when we woke up," Fred said softly.

"We need to locate Cordy, but we can't without our sight," Wes said.

"How are we going to fix that?" Gunn asked. Wes was silent in thought for a moment.

"We may not have to. I've thought through blinding spells, and I'm fairly certain that there are only three types of blinding spells. The Rugarian spell is only a temporary disarmament used by their warriors to gain advantage in battle. The Fletruvian spell hasn't been fully translated yet and in its current state only serves to… well… it's safe to say that the Fletruvian has not been performed on us. The Nishara spell… that is a permanent state. So, when I say we won't have to do anything…" Wes explained.

"… you mean it's either fixable on its own or it's not fixable at all," Angel picked up.

"How long do you think it takes before we know whether it's permanent or not?" Fred asked, letting her hand wave in front of her face a couple of times.

"I have no idea. It probably shouldn't last more than a few hours at most if it truly were the Rugarian spell…" Wes said.

"A few hours? How long were we out?" Buffy asked.

"We were gone for about an hour, maybe a little more since we had to come here,"Lindsey answered.

"If that's the case, we should start seeing the effects wearing off if it were the Rugarian spell…" Wes stated.Gunn cleared his throat.

"What is it?" Fred asked from beside him.

"I think my spell is wearing off…" he said.

"What makes you say that? Can you see anything?" Wes asked.

"Yeah… well, I can see the army of living undead approaching from behind Angel…" he said. Angel,Lorne and Lindsey spun around.

"Vampires?" Fred asked, still unable to see anything. Lorne gulped.

"No, sugar. The other kind…" he said.

"Zombies," Wes and Angel said at the same time as a group of a dozen zombies closed in, blocking the exit.

"Well… there arethree of us that can see and fightand twelve of them… I'm not seeing the good in this," Gunn said as Lindsey tossed him his axe.

"Four," Spike said as he wielded a weapon. Gunn rolled his eyes.

"Right. Forgot…" he said.

"Five…" Lorne said weakly as he took a stake from Angel.

"Six," Wes added as he stole a knife from Gunn. He blinked furiously a few times as he cleared his newly-restored vision. Buffy smiled as she stepped forward.

"Oh, there's seven…" she said, making a fist. Fred stumbled forward a little bit.

"Eight, although all I can see are fuzzy blobby things at the moment. Thank god it was the Rugarian spell…" she said as she reached for a weapon from Gunn as well… and missed. Gunn eyed her warily and put the other knife back in his belt.

"We'll just wait until you can actually see," he said and pushed her gently behind everyone that wielded a weapon. The zombies circled in closer and Angel took the first step to starting the impending skirmish. With a single blow he took off the heads of two zombies. Gunn, Wes and Lorne followed suit and ganged up on one of the zombies as it made a swipe at the untouchable Spike. The ghost helped to deflect the attacks on Fred and Lindsey and the three of them were able to overtake a few of them. Buffy and Angel worked against the majority of their attackers, taking them out quickly with a flurry of well-placed blows and sword swings. Gunn finished most of them off with his axe.

"We've sliced and diced the competition, but we'd better get this rescue mission moving. They're zombies. We've only delayed them," Lindsey pointed out.

"Right… The Hulk's uglier twin and I will go try to scope a way out, and clear the path if necessary. Y'all go find Barbie," Gunn said as he hefted up his trusty axe. Lorne gave the man a blood red stare, never more thankful that he actually could stare.

"I will have you know that back home I was quite the lady-killer…" he said, deflecting his nervousness at the situation. Then his shoulders fell slightly. "Well, until I ran away and brought shame upon my family. Now all the lovely ladies would rather kill me, all the while chanting 'kill the coward'…" Gunn turned to look at the demon.

"Are you saying that you miss Pylea?" he asked. Lorne looked shocked.

"By the Powers, no! I'm just saying… the only people there getting insults would be all of you ugly cows," he said. All that were human turned to look at the green man. He held up his hands. "Hey! I'm just saying!" Angel pointed to the door.

"Go secure a way out. And Gunn? If you have him accidentally beheaded, it may shut him up… for a little bit," he said. Gunn smirked at the wide-eyed demon.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said.

"Well, isn't that just a 'thank you very much'?" Lorne asked with an indignant huff as he and Gunn broke off from the group.

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"Things are progressing well…" Lilah said. The figures standing ahead of her looked between themselves before looking back to her.

"The preparations?" one of them asked. Lilah smiled.

"Are finished and waiting their cue," she said. Another figure nodded.

"There must be no mistakes," it said, a veiled warning hidden in the simple phrase. Lilah's smile widened.

"How could there be? The boy will kill the girl, Angel will then kill the boy… then the Partners will have the boy's soul to do with what we will. The end of the world is within our grasp," she said. The figures were silent as they pondered their newest addition's bravado.

"No mistakes…" was all one of them repeated. "Begin the spell…"

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Cordelia could hear footsteps, and she only hoped that they were good footsteps.

"Let me go, Conner…" she rasped. "You're not going to fix anything like this…" Conner sneered as he stepped closer to her.

"I'll fix it all. I kill you, I kill all of them – I'll make all of it go away. They said they would fix everything…" he said.

"Killing us isn't what they are after, Conner. The Senior Partners aren't going to fix anything… they're going to kill you too! And then, they'll destroy the world," she said. Conner looked at her impassively.

"So? I see that as an improvement," he said unemotionally. There was a slamming sound as a door, one that Cordelia would never have been able to find, crashed open. Her eyes found his with a relieved look.

"Angel…" she sighed. Conner glowered at his father as his grip on her throat remained bruisingly hard. Cordelia could feel the tension in young boy and knew he was about to snap. Preferably, not her neck.

"Let her go," Angel's growl reverberated through the room. Cordelia's eyes shot back to where he stood. Conner may have been the vampire's only son, but by the look in Angel's eyes, he would be the vampire's only dead son if he didn't do what he was told.

"Don't you have a world to save?" the boy growled back. Spike rolled his eyes from behind the vampire.

"I will not even begin to comment on the irony of that question…" he said. Angel's glare did not waver from his son.

"I will say this only one more time… let her go…" he bit out. The stare down commenced with Conner still holding tight to Cordelia. Spike leaned over Buffy's shoulder.

"I think there should be one of those cheesy American western themes playing," he said quietly. Buffy turned to glare at him.

"Shut up, Spike," she hissed.

"Anything for you, luv. Although, I did already do that whole nasty 'soul' thing…" he said. The ghost noticed a tenseness come over Buffy and couldn't help a certain amount of smugness.

"Shut… up…" Buffy said again. She had just turned around when Angel blindly threw his cell phone back at Buffy. She caught it with a questioning look at his back.

"Call Gunn. Tell him we've got Cordelia. Get us a way out…" he said. Buffy looked questioningly at the phone for a few seconds before Fred snatched it out of her hand and did what Angel bid.

"What… what about Conner?" Buffy asked the vampire softly. Conner smiled at his father.

"Yes… dad… what about me?" he asked.

"He's coming home…" Angel said, answering the Slayer. Conner only sneered.

"Home? Where's my home? The hell-dimension I was raised in? With a vampire? Or how about that place you stuck me that last time?"

"… he just doesn't realize it yet," Angel finished. Before anyone could say anything Gunn rushed into the room.

"Yo, Angel… I've got a way out… but…" Gunn started before he turned and saw Conner with Cordelia.

"… we've got to hurry…" he finished lamely. The interruption was enough to disrupt the tense tableau. In a split second, Conner moved, shoving Cordelia to the floor and past the group that was stumbling to take care of her. He shoved Gunn to the side as he made his escape.

"Shit!" Gunn cried out as he met the floor. "What the hell happened?"

"Well… I think that Conner just may have escaped," Wes said. The black man just gave the ex-Watcher a glare.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go… no time to dawdle, kiddies!" Lorne said as he came into the room all the while looking over his shoulder. He turned to look at Angel and Cordelia and a smile lit up his face.

"Hey, kitten. You're all in one piece… Good… great… marvelous… it's time to go…" he urged, pointing to the door.

"Give her a second, Lorne," Angel said.

"Where did Conner go?" Cordelia asked, rubbing her neck as he helped her to her feet. His hand brushed over the finger marks that were imprinted on her skin.

"He ran off…" he told her.

"You shouldn't have let him do that, Angel. We need him… and we need him away from the Senior Partners," she said, bringing her hand back up to rest over his. His eyes met hers.

"Right now, he is not my immediate concern. And before you say I should have gone after him, I can tell you right now that I shouldn't have. I may have beaten him to a bloody pulp if I got my hands on him…" he said, his hand moving up to her cheek.

"Don't you think we should be scramming right about now?" Buffy's voice broke into the moment. Cordelia looked over at the blonde with a hard look.

"Remind me, when you have a mushy moment, to rain on your parade, okay?" she said before looking at Angel. "But she is right, no matter how much I will deny saying that later…" Angel smiled but nodded.

"We need to find Conner and get out of here. The Senior Partners have everyone they need here… if we can get back to the Hyperion, we have a chance of heading this off before it starts…" Angel said, taking Cordelia by the hand and heading to the door.

"Don't you think it's a bit ironic that we are going back to the Hyperion? Hyperion, in the Grecian times, was the Titan of Light… an early sun god. And Angel being a vampire and all and living at a hotel called the Hyperion…" Fred rambled as they all rushed down the hallways to find the exit.

"Sorry Fred, but now really isn't the time to share trivial tidbits…" Wes said from her side.

"In other words, luv, shut up…" Spike added, not-so-politely.

"Sorry… I'm just a little nervous…" she said. Lorne gave the girl a quick smile.

"If you weren't nervous about being on the verge of the end of the world I'd have to worry about your noggin… And remind me to have you tell me all about your Greek tidbits when things aren't quite so perilous, sugarkins…" he said reassuringly. Fred smiled back as they all quickened their pace.

They had just turned down the last hallway before the lobby as a bright light suddenly burst forth from nowhere. Everyone stopped running and quickly averted their eyes. As it faded away, Wes, Fred, Lorne, Gunn and Lindsey all turned to look at the empty space where Angel, Cordelia, Spike and Buffy had stood. Wes straightened and started running quickly back down to the room they had just vacated.

"Wes! What are you doing? We need to get out of here," Gunn yelled, scrambling after him. The others followed as the ex-Watcher scrambled down the stairway back into the basement. Everyone was out of breath as they finally reached their destination.

"Wesley… what… the hell?" Gunn sputtered out. Wes ran around the room gathering all the wooden objects he could find.

"They've initiated the spell to control Conner's soul. There's no time to get back to the hotel. We need to do our spell… NOW!" he called back as he started to pull torches from the wall.

"Great…" Lorne bemoaned. "Angel jinxed us… He just had to state the obvious earlier. Why do we always call down the thunder?"

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Angel blinked and he was suddenly somewhere else. He couldn't say where… It looked like the Oracle's conduit, but he knew it wasn't. Sensing a presence, the vampire spun around. There, just in front of him on a stone altar-like object, lay Conner. But it wasn't the warped teenage version of him that had returned from Quor'toth. Instead, it was the innocent form of his infant son that was seared into Angel's vast memory. Gently, the father ran a cool hand over his child's warm skin. It was no dream or vision. His Conner was right in front of him. The baby's dark eyes stared up at Angel. This moment could have, quite possibly, been conjured up by the Senior Partners as a trap, but Angel didn't care as he picked the infant up and cradled him gently in his arms. The vampire smiled down at Conner even as he felt another presence reveal itself. He didn't need to turn to identify the person standing next to him.

"Doyle…" he said, his smile widening slightly. A hand clasped his shoulder.

"Good to see ya, Champ…"

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All she felt was peace… and it was nice. There wasn't much peace anymore, even after the Hellmouth had been vanquished. Well, 'blown to tiny bits' was a more accurate description. In fact, this sort of peace felt familiar. Buffy opened her eyes and looked around. A happy sigh escaped her lips. She was in heaven. It felt good to be back here. It felt like coming home.

"Buffy…" her mother's voice startled her. With wide eyes, she let familiar arms wrap around her.

"Mom…" Buffy said, letting her eyes close and her head dip down to rest on the shoulder that had been there for her so many times before.

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Spike looked around. He wasn't anywhere he recognized. It was all white stone and bright light.

"Bloody well looks like a marshmallow threw up in here," he commented.

"Do not mock the higher plane," a monotone voice scolded. Spike spun around to see the shimmery shape of a woman approaching him. With a snort, he noted that she floated just above the ground.

"Too good to walk like the rest of us?" he chided.

"This battle can be won," she said. Spike's eyebrow rose.

"Well, cutting to the quick, then, are we?" he noted.

"There can be peace," she said, floating closer to him. He was only slightly startled by the blank eyes that stared at him, her irises eerily white.

"There's no such thing as peace, you shifty bint. You've been sailing on your fluffy little cloud for a little too long," Spike spat.

"You can find peace if you wish it," she said. "But you can be condemned to a waking hell if all does not turn out right…"

With a snap of her fingers, the scenery changed from peaceful, soothing white to dark, dank surroundings with screams piercing the foul-smelling air.

"It is your choice, Lower Being, on where your destiny will take you," she said, looking around the area with distaste.

"I'm not one for destinies," Spike said. The woman looked back to him, the same look of distaste residing on her face as her sightless eyes rested on him.

"The world is in great peril…" was all she said.

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She didn't know what was happening, but her body felt weightless. All she saw was the blinding light that made her squint. As the bright light faded away, Cordelia's eyes focused enough to see Skip standing in front of her.

"Didn't think you'd see me again, did you?" he asked. It took Cordelia a second before she realized where she was and what was going to happen.

"Well… crap…"

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A/N: Almost… there… :) And sorry it took so long to get this up. I've been laid low with the flu… so if anything seems a little off, let me know. My fever-wracked brain hasn't been working properly over the last four days, but despite it all, I still wrote and posted just for all you beautiful readers out there… :) And on another FYI note, the whole scene where Angel comes upon Wes, Buffy and Co. in Wolfram and Hart will probably be re-written (and probably not the only part, if I get ambitious). It was awful, I know. My mental faculties weren't up to par and I apologize profusely for the lame excuse for "action"…

A/N2: Thanks forensicsgirl for the important editorial comment... I don't know if any of the others noticed, but Lorne was in two places at once! Well, I've gone through and edited that the best I could. If anyone else notices discrepencies like that, let me know! I told you my fever-wracked brain wasn't up to par!