Disclaimer: The characters, this alternate world, and everything all belong to Joss Whedon

Chapter Two

"Say what?" Cordelia asked in shock as she coughed in surprise. She looked curiously over at Lindsey then down at the ring held out in front of her.

"Will you marry me?" Lindsey repeated lovingly as he looked into Cordelia's beautiful brown eyes. "Will you be Mrs. Lindsey McDonald?"

Cordelia's face widened into a huge smile of delight. She realized it was not just some dream fantasy she was having. Her boyfriend was asking her permission to marry her. "Yes," she announced as she stood up and walked over, hugging Lindsey tightly.

Various people at nearby tables who had been listening in immediately started applauding and clapping while Lindsey slipped the engagement ring over Cordelia's left ring finger. Cordelia wrapped her hands around Lindsey's body once more as she kissed him on the lips before returning back to her seat.

"Alright, there's nothing else to see here," Lindsey began as he waved his hands away at the few people who were still watching. "Just enjoy your dinner," he said as he too returned to his seat.

"Now there is nothing on Earth that could possibly make this day any better," Cordelia declared as the waiter came out with their appetizer.

Lindsey awoke the next day with a smile, glancing next to him to find his fiancée still asleep on the bed. He carefully disentangled himself from her before heading over towards the shower. The cold water shooting down his bare body was just the thing he needed to encourage him to hurry up. As soon as he was finished, he looked over at Cordelia again finding her still asleep.

He smiled lovingly at her before kissing her forehead lightly. "Sweet dreams, princess," he said before he headed off to Wolfram and Hart.

The usual twenty minute drive over there did not seem as long for him that day. Maybe the traffic was les, which he doubted since it was Los Angeles he lived in. What he thought was more correct would be that he was too much in love to be thinking about time. He did not even care if he were to get fired that day for he knew he had the love of Cordelia Chase.

"You look happy today," Lilah Morgan began as Lindsey entered the main entrance of the law firm. "Feeling lucky, are we?" she asked.

Lindsey nodded confidentially. "Yes, Lilah, as a matter of fact I am."

"Why?" Lilah asked as she began to grow suspicious. "Do you already know which on of us they're promoting?" she asked.

Lindsey shook his head. "Nope, I don't know," he told her with an honest smile.

"I don't believe you. You're far too happy," Lilah immediately countered.

"Well, if you were in my position you would be happy as well," Lindsey told her as the two of them continued walking towards the conference rooms.

"What position? Vice president of special projects?" she asked accusingly.

"No," Lindsey responded honestly.

"Then what? Somehow I'm doubting that you're president of the country club."

"Ok, you're a man," Lindsey began.

"Woman, actually," Lilah corrected.

"No, I'm telling you why I'm so happy. Now put yourself in my position. You're a man who is madly in love with one of TV's hottest stars and she's madly in love with you too. At you're work, someone is getting promoted and it's narrowed down to you and this real bitch of a co-worker, no offense," Lindsay continued.

"Ok, now what?" Lilah asked as she tried picturing all this in her mind.

"Now you go to an expensive jewelry store and pick out the perfect ring for that television star. You go to her studios to pick her up then take her out to her favorite restaurant, where she knows how expensive the food is. You eat the most perfect meal and you're girl doesn't get food poisoning from it. You propose to her and she says yes," Lindsey finished.

Lilah nodded as a look of realization fell over her face. "You're engaged to Cordelia?" she asked as she looked over at Lindsey curiously.

Lindsey nodded. "Yes," he stated. "Asked her last night over wine at Oriental Gardens," he said with a smile.

Lilah sighed as the two of them walked into the conference room. "Well, congratulations," she said with a slight smile.

"Miss Morgan, we have not announced whom we were promoting yet," the Wolfram and Hart employee pointed out.

"That's not what she's congratulating about," Lindsey said with a smile.

"Then what?" the employee asked curiously.

"I asked Cordelia Chase to marry me," Lindsey began. "And she said yes."

The employee nodded. "Ah, yes. Very good. Congratulations. Now, please, be seated," he commanded as both Lilah and Lindsey took a seat. "Now, as the two of you know that demon has killed Holland Manners and we need a new head of special projects."

Lilah and Lindsey both nodded as they found themselves subconsciously adjusting themselves in their seats to make them look better.

"We still are not sure which one of you is best qualified for the job. You both have done some good things for the firm, as well as some bad ones," the man continued. "As a result, the two of you will be working as joined co-vice president until the time has come to appoint one of you to the head. You are dismissed," he said as the two of them rose.

"Good job," Lilah mumbled to Lindsey.

"Yea, you two."

"Cordelia, there you are," Nev said immediately upon Cordelia's entry to the studio. "Lisa has been waiting for you," he snapped. "She doesn't have all day, you know."

Cordelia sighed. "Nev, shut up," she began as she walked further into the studio in search of Lisa's costume room. "I'm going there now."

"Oh my god!" Carol Wright said in shock as she saw Cordelia walking along, catching sight of the ring on Cordelia's finger. "Lindsey proposed!"

Cordelia smiled. "Yep," she began as she continued walking. "It was really sweet," she said to her co-star. "I'll tell you all about it, but first I have to Lisa about a costume fitting."

"Ok! Congrats!" Carol called after Cordelia before she rushed off somewhere else.

"You're engaged? Why didn't I know?" Nev asked as he continued escorting Cordelia to the costume room.

"Because you hate Lindsey and everything about him," Cordelia answered plainly.

Nev shook his head in denial. "No I don't!" he put in. "It's really good that you're engaged. I'm happy for you. My blessings on you both," he lied with a smile, hoping Cordelia would buy it.

"Oh, thanks Nev!" the actress said as she turned around and hugged her assistant. "This is my stop and this is between me and Lisa," she said as she dipped into the costume room, closing the door behind her.

"I deserve an Emmy," Nev mumbled under his breath. "But do I get one? Nooooo" he said with a heavy sigh as he sat down outside the costume room.

"So, how did it go?" Lisa asked as Cordelia entered the room. "Was he all sweet?"

"What?" Cordelia asked in shock.

"Lindsey. When he proposed, was he all sweet?" Lisa asked as she pulled a shirt off the rack and handed it to Cordelia to try on. She then turned around to face the wall, giving Cordelia some bit of privacy while she changed.

"How'd you know?" Cordelia asked as she pulled her blue shirt off and put the purple one Lisa had handed her on. She frowned, finding that she could not get it much passed her shoulders. "Um, Lisa?" she began.

Lisa took that as her cue to turn around, gasping slightly. "Oops, sorry that's the wrong one," she said as she walked over to the actress, helping her get the shirt off. "But back to your question, everyone knows about you and Lindsey."

"Nev didn't," Cordelia pointed out.

"Since when does your assistant buy and read the daily tabloids?" Lisa asked curiously as she took the shirt from Cordelia. "Here, try this one" she said as she handed it back.

"Who told the tabloids?" Cordelia asked.

"Someone from the restaurant who needed a little bit of cash, presumably," Lisa answered as she began looking for the right pair of pants she envisioned going with Cordelia's shirt. "How's the shirt?"

"It's fine," Cordelia answered as she walked over to Lisa, allowing her to have a final say.

Lisa nodded in approval as she handed Cordelia the pants. "Don't worry about it that much. You're always in the tabloids, dear. It's what happens when you're a rich and famous actress."

"I know, I know," Cordelia began as she carefully took her jeans off and tried the wardrobe pants on. "But I just wanted this to be personalÉAt least for a day or two."

Lisa smiled. "It'll die down eventually," she assured Cordelia. "So tell me, was it sweet?"

Lindsey smiled as he walked backstage to greet Cordelia. "I'm here," he announced as he soon found his fiancée in his arms. "Hey sugar," he said as he kissed her forehead.

"Hey yourself," Cordelia responded. "What's up?"

"Say hello to the new co-vice president of special projects," Lindsey announced.

"They promoted you?" Cordelia asked.

"Me and Lilah both, until they can fully decide which one of us is better at it," Lindsey answered honestly. "So what do you say we take some of your work buddies out to celebrate our engagement?" he suggested with a smile.

Cordelia smiled. "I'd like that," she said honestly. "But as long as it's a place where the press won't find us."

Lindsey smiled. "Then I have the perfect place. I went there all the time before I met you. It's kind of low key, but still really fun."

"Where?" Cordelia asked.

"Hey sister, soul sister." The signing from the club could be heard before Cordelia even entered.

"Where are we?" Cordelia asked curiously.

"Demon karaoke bar," Lindsey announced. "Don't worry, no violence. It's a huge thing," he assured her as the two of them walked inside.

"But I won't have to sing, will I?" Cordelia asked. "Because that's the one thing I can't do," she said honestly.

"I won't make you sing," Lindsey assured her as the two of them walked up to the bar.

"Can I help you?" the bartender asked.

"I'll have a beer, doesn't matter which brand, and a strawberry daiquiri for the lady," Lindsey said with a smile as he wrapped his hand around Cordelia.

The bartender nodded as he went to get the drinks.

"Oh my god," an English voice from behind the couple said. "Cordelia Chase?"

"I thought you said the press couldn't find us," Cordelia whispered harshly to Lindsey before turning around, immediately realizing that the person who said her name was not with the press. "Wesley?" she asked in apparent confusion.