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What was the last thing she was doing? Because now she couldn' t remember.

Oh, perhaps she had that superb amnesia thingy again. But last time that was because Jasmine and the whole descending to a lower plain. Plus, she can remember these things so probably no amnesia action figure Cordy again.

Waking up from coma, Angel and the others, sans Connor, but with an ensould Spike, Wolfram&Hart, fighting, Lindsey, portal…

Yep, all memories intact.

Then what the hell was going on and where on earth was she?

Slowly Cordy looked around. She was in a long hallway with white walls and doors that opened into… classrooms? She terribly hoped she was not in the Wolfram&Hart building any more, because if the lawfirm had highscool classrooms then the world was definetly doomed.

But the place looked familiar, in a creepy, unsettling way. And the last time she checked she wasn't wearing these shoose. They were out of fashion for like 4 years. Make it 5 because of her coma. Nor these clothes. God, she had to find a mirror NOW!

She brushed into the barhroom at the end of the hallway and stared into the mirror on the wall.

She had a nice apple green dress on, not good for fighting, but fashionable. No plus kilos from her last demon pegnency, but no well worked out muscles either. Her hair was longer, straight and chestnut brown. There were no lines around her eyes or mouth, no reminders of long years of demon fighting or painful visions.

Only her eyes showed her knowledge and age, because the rest of her, what stared back at her from the mirror, that looked to be around 18.

„Oh great! I am 18 again and let me guess… in Sunnydale?" Cordy screamed at the ceiling, hoping the Powers That Always Screw You Up heared her, and hopefully no one else in the building.

After 10 minutes of ranting and tantrum Cordelia decided that staying in the school's bathroom won't improve her situation, so after a few more minutes of thinking she headed toward the library.

First, she wanted to find out some necessary information about her situation, than look for Angel. Hopefully he was not Angelus or in hell, or hiding from the others after retutning from hell and he was his good, old, brooding, champion selftheAngel she knew.

Cordelia opened the library's door and frooze. She expected Buffy, Xander, Willow and Giles to be different, to be around 18 too ( well not Giles anyway ), but this was even weird in her world too. To her surprise she was not the only one shocked, all of them stared at her.

„I have grown a second head or what?" perhaps they could see what happened to her somehow?

„No, I… we are just surprised that you are … What are you doing here?" Xander asked hesitantly, nearly falling out from his chair while tring to stand up.

„You know, school library, books, borrowing them?" Cordy decided, that after all, they haven't noticed anything, and right now she shouldn't tell them what happened, so she opted for the always working 'acting bitchy'. And after her sarcastic answer they seemed to relax a bit, altought Willow was still casting her anxious glances.

Without waiting for a replay or perhaps an offer of help from Giles, she went up the stairs and stood behind one of the bookshelfs, so she could see and hear them without them noticing.

After a few minutes of observation she come up with this:

She was in Sunnydale. Definitely in the past. They were all around the age 18, the hairs similar to as they were back them, they were surprised that she showed up – not part of their group, Willow's glances – guilt, and no Oz either. They must be after hers and Xander's break up.

God, Willow used to date guys…That was soo long ago…

„Cordelia, have you find what you were looking for?" Giles question broke her train of thoughts.

„No, not yet, but I'm sure I will find it in a minute." Cordy smiled back at Giles, surprising him with it, and turned back toward the bookcase when the library's doors brust open.

And in the doorway stood an extremly anxious and a very confused Angel.

When Buffy saw him, she stood up and smiled nicely at him. „Hi. What are you doing here?"

If possible Angel looked more confused than ever, stared at Buffy, Willow, Xander and Giles, than slowly, like he was speaking to someone very dangerous or foatuous, he asked.

„Have you seen Cordy, Cordelia?" he corrected himself quickly. All the Scoobies were taken back by his question and attitude, so Cordy used their shocked silence to run down the stairs and walk up to Angel.

They were staring into each others eyes, looking for something, some clue or proof, but Angel's face turned into his unreadable mask.

„Can we go outside and talk about… outside?" Angel finished lamely, unable to came up with anything but desperatly wanting to get out and talk with Cordelia.

„Angel, is everything all right?" Buffy asked him varily, but he was already on his way out from the library with Cordy behind him, so he just nobbed and tried to smile.

„It wont take long, only 10 or 20 minutes, but we have to discase this very important thing." Cordelia said and was out of the room, while the others just stared after them.

„So?"

„So what?" They were standing in one of the classrooms Angel found open and dragged Cordelia in after their dash down the corridor, and now they were staring at each other.

„Are you from the future? Where you are – by the way – the CEO of Hell, Incorporated?" Cordy asked like this was the most obvious question in the whole world.

„And if my answer would be no, and I would have no idea what you are talking about?" he was bewildened by the way Cordy asked him.

„Please. It was obvious." Cordy waved dismissingly with her hand, than at Angel's look she added „You come in running, looked funny, was not over all Buffy and was interested in me."

„Well, I was really scared for you. One moment you are next to me in W&H, than I am all alone in the mansion and had to race through the whole sewage system… and what the hell happened anyway?" he sighed and sat on top of a table.

„All evidence shows we are in the past, probably aftre the time when I broke up with Xander. What? It is so not funny!" She snapped when saw Angel griming.

„You talked like Wes, went all professional on me," Cordy rolled her eyes „and you are right. Buffy and the others looked young, and Sunnydale is not a big hole in the ground."

„But how?"

„Don't know. Could be the Senior Partners trick, some other magic, PTB plan or something just simply went wrong. This is our life." Angel shrugged helplessly.

„Duh. So, it could be like a million things …" Cordy sighted and rubbed her temple.

„Well not that much, possibly only a few hundred" he grimmed widely despite Cordy's annoyed glare.

„Being a smart ass wont help, you know. We have to figure out what to do." She sat down next to him.

„The only thing we can do is research time travelling, portals, even alternate universes. By all means this could be some kind of wierd dream and we both could be lying on our backs back at W&H." Angel counted on his fingers.

„This was very helpfull Angel" she snapped „And again, the research is an easy part, only will take us like… forever?" she asked sarcastically.

„Do you have any better ideas, because I am all ears."

„You know, this is typical. Not back from the coma for 2 whole days and I have to fight demons, solve mysteries, save your life, and on top of it, an evil portal sucks us in and brings us back to the past, because I am opting for the time travelling theory. Into our past in Sunnydale, where I am still a bitch, while you are absolutly non-talkative, always brooding, Buffy loving…" Cordy started to enjoy her little rant when Angel cut her off, compleatly ignoring what she said about him.

„Are we gonna tell them anything?" he nobbed his head toward the library.

„No, I don't think this is a good idea. If this is the past – and there is a good chance this is – we shouldn't tell them anything because that might cange the future."she turned serious.

„And would that be such a bad thing?" Angel looked into her eyes and thought about the pains of the last few years, Doyle, Darla, Connor, all the people they lost, all the ways how they hurt and betrayed each other.

„Angel" her voice was soft, but her eyes were determined.

„But" They could change everything, make all their mistakes right and live happily.

„No… Please." For a moment she looked vulnareble and lost, and with turning her head away

she broke their eye contact. After a minute or two Angel nobbed. No point in messing with destiny, it would just came back and bite them in the ass.

„This means we have to play our old selves and live our old lifes. I think it will be hard" he mused.

„Yes thats gonna be… oh my God! I am still rich! I am the most popular girl in school, I have an expensive car, a large house, clothes, shoes and a lot of money!" Cordelia jumped to her feet and looked like five year old on Christmas morning.

„Or not so hard" Angel muttered to himself as he watched her.

A.N. I don't really know how old Cordy really is. She graduated in the same year as Buffy, so she should be around 18. But in AtS 2, in Redefinition she was drinking tequilla in Lorne's bar, so by that time she had to be over 21. Do the math people…

Should I have Wes in this story? Because it would be fun to see Cordy and Angel annoying the hell out of him :) But I am not sure, too much complication

I was able to hunt down Kata, who was so kind and read it through for me, once :)

Still can someone tell me where can I find a spell checking program on the net?