A/N: The first six paragraphs contain actual dialogue from the episode. I did not write the first six paragraphs. All of the dialogue in the following chapter is also directly from the episode, and by no means do I wish to take credit for it. I just ended things a bit differently. :)

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3. Between the discovery of the Glyphs and the fight with Lindsey

"You didn't kill Lilah," Wesley said darkly.

"I know," Cordelia said shakily. "Still, I'm sorry." They were taking a break from the research to talk about what had happened when she was possessed. Wesley, arguably one of those hurt the most by Cordy's crusade, was the only one really willing to talk to her about it. He fully trusted her. Now she knew she could trust him. "I just wanted to tell you that before--" she started before looking over to a shifting book by happenstance, and catching sight immediately of the Glyphs. "Hey! That's them," she exclaimed, handing him the book and the sketch of what she'd seen. "Those. The tats. Look."

"Protection runes derived from the Enochian alphabet," Wesley read aloud. "The ones from your vision are symbols, some kind of concealment spell. 'Clouds before the all-seeing eyes'."

"Mmm," Cordelia said knowingly. "This part I didn't miss. Cryptic poetry." She sat back down on the desk.

"They protect the bearer from being viewed remotely from higher powers, seers, mystics. Or, transposed to today, any means of modern surveillance."

"Somebody really wants to stay hidden," Cordelia said, exchanging a significant glance with Wesley, who returned the glance before scanning the page in search of more information.

"We'd better give Angel what we have," Wesley said with resolve, snapping the book closed seconds later and turning toward the door. "If whoever has these tatoos is planning something..." Wesley looked around to notice that Cordelia wasn't following him. "Coming?" he asked curiously.

Cordelia smiled nervously and looked at her feet. "Can I ask you for a big favour?"

Wesley frowned and closed the door to his office before walking over and facing her. "Of course. Anything."

She smiled at him tearfully. "I can't stay here," she whispered. "This place isn't for me. It's for you, and Angel, and Gunn, and Lorne. I hate to admit it, but you guys do fit in here." Wesley scoffed in amusement, trying to figure out if this was meant to be offensive of now. "But me, I stand out. I'm an expat valley girl who should have been an actress. Now I've been in a coma for months after having been a higher power and given birth to a demon who was fathered by..." Cordelia trailed off, seeing the expression on Wesley's face and remembering that he didn't know Connor. She shook her head. "There's something else I have to do, and I can't do it here."

Wesley nodded sympathetically. "I understand."

Cordelia impressed a grateful look upon Wesley. "I knew you would. Angel, on the other hand..."

"Ah. You'd like me to convince him for you?"

Cordelia hesitated. She could do this. "In a manner of speaking," she said before launching into her explanation.