"Cordelia, call the General and have him scramble MPs." Xander said. "Wesley, you're an idiot. I get why Angel thought he was a Champion, it stoked his ego, but why would you think some kind of higher level being, these Powers, would have any interest in making a demon, cursed with a soul or not, a Champion? Unless it was a Champion of carnage."
"But Angel did have a soul and he wanted redemption for Angelus' crimes and there was a prophecy, the Shanshu, that said a vampire with a soul would become human again after enduring many trials." Wesley protestsd.
"Did you ever investigate the source of this prophecy?"
"We couldn't, it was part of a scroll Angel was drawn to. That's why we thought it was about him, because it called to him." He tried to explain.
"And it didn't occur to you that that was maybe a set up? Where did he find it?"
"A vault at Wolfram and Hart."
"The evil lawyers who were working with Jasmine?"
Wesley craned his head to stare at Xander. "What do you mean working with Jasmine? They thanked us for stopping her attempt to enslave the world by giving us their Los Angeles offices, they didn't want Jasmine around."
"As I understand it." Xander said. "They brought Darla back, you remember, Angelus' Sire? in an effort to corrupt him. Angel and Darla magically created Connor and Darla sacrificed herself to save him, before Holtz kidnapped him, took him to a demon dimension where he grew up in like three weeks and came back."
"Who's Connor? And vampires can't father or bear children, everyone knows that."
Now Faith was the one staring at Wesley. "Wesley, you're the one who told me about Connor after you broke me out to run Angelus down, I met him, he was about eighteen and all over the Cordelia you knew."
"I don't remember him, at all." Wesley protestsd.
"Sounds like his memory's been altered." Xander decided. "Cordy, let the General know that. He can have a Magic user evaluate Wesley. Whatever was used to make you forget Connor existed, Faith must have been protected from it. I remember you telling us about him, so my memory hasn't been affected because I already had protections on me. Aaron put them on me during my first assignment with Colonel Telford's command. Aaron also put them on you when we arrived in Sunnydale to figure out what Buffy had done that set off all the Seers. He came here afterward and personally put protections on Cordelia and Jesse. The talisman's I had around the apartment were weak compared to what he can do. So someone's been messing with Wes, but that still doesn't explain why you went along with Angel being a Champion or not realizing the Cordelia you knew was a naturally occuring psychic since both you and Angel knew they existed, Drusilla ring a bell?"
"What do you mean the Cordelia I knew? Cordelia is standing over there." Wesley managed to gesture with his free arm toward where Cordelia was talking on the secure line the General had had installed in their apartment so they could alert him him if Xander had another precognitive dream or Cordelia had a vision.
"Yes, she's the real Cordelia Chase. The one you knew was a magically created clone." Xander informed him. "Created by Willow Rosenberg, who's power was demonically based. Jasmine gave her that power to curse Angel with. Jasmine wanted Angel protecting Cordelia until she was so damaged by the forced visions that Jasmine could easily possess her and get herself born from Cordelia."
"Cordelia gave birth to Jasmine." Wesley agreed. "She became possessed when the Powers took her to their realm to make her one of them."
"She became possessed when she fell into the first coma." Xander answered. "You told Faith everything about the years you'd been working with Angel and Cordelia's visions and the powers she suddenly had after that coma. Those powers were Jasmine's. The taking her to another realm was so Jasmine could go from possessing to full control."
"But a messenger for the Powers told Cordelia she was never meant to have the visions and could only keep them if she was half demon, it would correct the damage that had been done." Again Wesley protested.
"And you didn't bother to investigate those claims." Xander pointed out. "But you know how I know it was a fake out? What should have alerted you, the so-called detectives that it was a fake out?"
"What?" Wesley asked, glaring at him.
"Cordelia ended up in that coma because of a vision, a so called message of someone in trouble that Angel was suppose to help. When she came out of the coma she told you guys you didn't need to worry about it, you'd already taken care of it. But that was part of her so called dream walk with the messenger. You never actually helped the person in the vision."
Wesley blinked as he considered what Xander was saying, he remembered how distracted they'd all been because Cordelia was floating and telling them she had another vision of someone in trouble. They hadn't questioned her about the first vision or why she thought they'd taken care of it.
"A clone?" Wesley asked.
"You never thought it odd she never mentioned her father, who was very much alive or only talked to Willow, the girl I supposedly cheated on her with? She didn't mention her father because she didn't have all of her memories and we think she only spoke to Willow, because we think Jasmine working through the demon powers she gave Willow, needed to reinforce something's with the clone."
"Her memories?" Again Wesley thought about what Xander was saying and he remembered something. "When Cordelia came back from the other realm, she had amnesia, we did a spell to try to recover her memories. It back fired and affected all of us. We all reverted to our seventeen year old selves, with no memory of the intervening time. Except Cordelia. She still had amnesia. But if she had little or no memories of those seventeen years, that could explain why she didn't know who she was at seventeen."
"You never wondered why she never talked about her past before or after that?"
"No, it never occured to any of us."
"You detectives seemed to have missed a lot that was happening right under your own noses." Faith observed.
