"Cordelia!" Anya called out, running up to her, opening her mouth when she paused, frowning. Cordelia was a scorned woman, and she was hoping she could get Cordelia to make a wish against Alexander Harris. and suddenly she was less scornful. "You aren't scorned anymore. Wait a second. You aren't human! There's demon essence in you!" She accused as Cordelia looked around, not anyone to hear.

"Hey! You are making it sound like it's a bad thing! And oh yeah! Well, you aren't human either!" Cordelia argued right back, her hands on her hips.

Thirty Minutes Later

"Oh my god! Me too! I mean, I'm a demon and when I was on a higher plane watching everyone and thinking 'these humans are so pathetic', like I wasn't one myself! And you make it like an insult. 'You human!' and the weird thing is you totally take offense!" Cordelia said, sitting on the grass with Anya who nodded and smiled.

"The other day this guy comes onto me and I gave him this look of disgust. A guy was coming onto me, me, Anyanka! I mean, hello! So I was all 'You pathetic human, I should crush your windpipe.' His reaction was priceless. But you know, I was actually serious about crushing his windpipe."

Cordelia laughed.

Xander frowned, watching Cordelia with the new girl. "I've never seen her so happy, while talking to another human being. I'm suspicious. I mean, what could they be talking about? They just met each other."

"I'm guessing purses." Willow replied distractedly, sitting on Oz's lap, her arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"Purses are common language between the female species." Oz verified as Xander sighed.

"Anya. Could I still make a wish? I have a really good idea, and if you would just let me…" Cordelia asked gently. "I do work for the Powers That Be, just you know, to share once more. And I told you a brief future, which means you have to be become human eventually or else "

Anya didn't want to become human. She didn't want to fall in love. But that was the future, and she could not change it. And she could not but respect Cordelia Chase. She was a demon, blessed by the Powers That Be. That was a very, very high honor; even evil demons would want that. She thought about it for a moment and nodded. "If I do this wish, then I will become human. My powers will be revoked because I did not grant to a scorned woman."

Cordelia smiled and hugged Anya. "Oh! I love you! You are so great! And selfless, purposely given up everything like that… I don't even know if I would. Well, I did, but you know, you are an amazing person."

Anya smiled and hugged Cordelia back. "I trust you, besides, Powers That Be? They don't scheme; they are on the good side, which means I'm not getting ripped. And you are amazing fun to talk to, especially being around all these humans. What do you wish?"

"I wish the Fred, Wesley, Gunn and Lorne could all remember like me and Angel, and come to Sunnydale so our team can be together for a week. It will be just like what happened with me and Angel, and then when the weeks over everything will return."

Anya's face went into demon form as Cordelia smiled. "Done."

Angel was lying on the couch, Cordelia on his mind when he heard a loud scream. He jerked, falling off the couch as he jumped up, looking around. He ran towards the voice, it sounding so familiar when he looked in the doorway and froze. "Angel?"

Angel ran towards the bed as the girl threw her arms around Angel. He swung her around and held her close. "Oh my god, Fred…" He whispered. He couldn't believe it was her. He pulled back as she smiled brightly. He looked at her clothes and frowned. "You appeared here from Pylea…"

Fred nodded. "One moment I'm, well, you know… 'Somewhere above', the whole me being dead. And next I'm in Pylea for a few moments. And I had to get to Sunnydale California. And now I'm here!" She exclaimed as they embraced again.

"God Fred, we tried anything to save you, Spike and me… first Cordelia…. And then losing Connor, and then you…" He whispered as she looked at him, putting her hands on his cheeks.

"I know. But there was nothing you could do. I understand. Now, my first question is… why am I here?" She asked, frowning as she looked around. "And from the looks of things this is Sunnydale, since it's definitely not the hotel, and most certainly not Wolfram and Hart." She asked as she sat down on the bed, her legs crossed as she smiled at Angel. It was so great to see him.

Angel sat down next to her, taking a deep breath. "The Powers That Be, they allowed me and Cordelia a week, since I died in the apocalypse. They are allowing us a week to be together. Mind you, in the bodies of us back from Sunnydale, but they even anchored my soul…"

"Maybe the powers thought Angel Investigations should have a last chance to say goodbye together." Fred finished for him, giving him another smile as she hugged him again. "I missed you all so much! Of course, Gunn and Wesley both went… 'up' after they died."

They hugged for another few moments as Angel explained to Fred what had happened so far as Fred could not be happier. Cordelia and Angel belonged together. Two champions. She thought they would be together for years. About time. Even though they were all dead.

"Um Angel?" She piped up as Angel looked to her, giving a nod. "Well, I went back to my body from this year. And unfortunately that's a smelly cave girl. Care to point me to a shower and find some clothes?" She asked as Angel stood up.

He went through his drawers, pulling out an outfit. It was Buffy's that she had left there. But it was all they had. He handed it to her as she gave him that cheerful smile he so yearned for after watching Illyria for weeks. "I'm glad you are here Fred. I can't wait until Cor sees you."

Fred took the clothes and walked to the bathroom, giving a giggle. "Let's just hope you two can keep your hands to yourselves when I'm around, as much I love you two together, I can avoid watching." She teased as Angel just smiled.

"You are to be sent to Sunnydale and act as watcher for Faith Lehane." The man said as Wesley looked up and around, slightly confused as he frowned. He looked to the man, he recognized as his father. Where was he? And why was he suddenly very much… alive? Wait, he remembered this. He was being sent to Sunnydale. He looked over to a calendar, seeing the year as he stayed cool.

"Of course Father."

"You will be transferred within two weeks… here are your orders…"

"NO!" Wesley suddenly shouted. He had to get to Sunnydale. He had to be there now. He didn't know how he knew, but he just did. He had to go to Sunnydale now. "I'll leave today, I don't need to bring much with me…" He started, snatching up the orders from his father as he took off running, pulling out his cell phone. "Hello? London Airport? When is your first flight to Sunnydale California?" He asked, getting into a cab, barely anything on him.

"An hour sir, I don't think you can make it, but I can schedule you in for a flight tonight at-"

"NO! I'll be there. I'm not checking any bags. The name is Wesley Wyndham Pryce." He explained, giving his information. Fred would be in Sunnydale. So would Angel and Cordelia. Something was going on, he was dead, he died in the apocalypse and suddenly he was in his… younger… more badly dressed self.