Author's Note: How did so many months pass so quickly!? So sorry for the delay. Real Life, moving, etc. Will be keeping this updated more often. I like to think of this story as a dramedy. We'll see where it takes me! Thanks to whoever is still around. Comments/reviews are always appreciated!

Chapter 2: Hello, 1998.

Cordelia opened her eyes sluggishly. As she came to, she furrowed her brows at the Brad Pitt poster looking back at her. Cocking her head, her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings: her old bedroom posters, her cheerleading trophies, her closet, her old bed she was currently laying in. "What the fuck?" she whispered. "Angel?" she yelled out. Okay, clearly having a dream she thought, as no response came. Climbing out of bed, she took note of the time on the alarm clock next to her bed. 5:00 AM. She turned on her light and took a look in the mirror, surprised as she took in the form of her Sunnydale-self staring back at her. She ran a hand through her hair, noting her pajamas, her lean figure. "Hello, Sunnydale." she giggled to herself. As she perused her room and looked at the clothes in her closet, enjoying the feel of them and memories associated with it, she noticed minutes seemed to tick by. It was now 5:10 AM. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot. Do dreams usually last this long? she wondered.

Tap Tap Tap. Ah!" she yelled, clutching her chest as a sound came from her bedroom window. Squinting her eyes, recognition formed, and she ran to the window and opened it. "You're a teenager." Angel marveled, kneeling down on a section of her roof, taking her in. Cordelia took in the sight of him. "Honey. You're...young." A smile crept on her features as she ran a hand over his shoulders, appreciative. "This must be some sex dream but with our younger selves." she whispered to herself. Angel rolled his eyes. "Yeah, except it's not a dream, Cordelia." Cordelia stopped feeling his body, looked at him, and laughed. She headed back into her room, chuckling to herself. Angel looked after her expectantly. "Hello? You need to invite me in." he said.

Cordelia cackled. "What do you mean, this isn't a dream?" she laughed nervously. She stared at the younger version of her husband as he returned her stare from his place on her roof, his hands gripping just outside her second story window. He raised his eyebrows. "We were sleeping, I woke up, and I was in my mansion. Here. In Sunnydale. Looking like...this." he gestures to his younger self. Same thing happened to you. How could we be having the same dream?" he asked. Cordelia crossed her arms. "As if crazier things haven't happened." she said.

"Okay, fair point." said Angel. "But it's an awfully long time for a dream." He watched as her features crumpled. "Caleb." she whispered. She started pacing back and forth in her room, repeating "oh my God" in between hyperventilated gasps, oblivious to the fact that Angel was still waiting to be invited into her room. "Uh, Cordy." he said impatiently, tapping on her window. "Now would be a good time to invite me in." he said, as she continued to mutter to herself. She gasped suddenly. "I can't invite you in! My parents are probably here! Shhh!" she exclaimed.

Angel gave an exasperated sigh. "I'm your husband and you're in your 40s." he said calmly.

"Oh, right." she said. "You may enter." Angel climbed into her bedroom window and pulled her close. Her hair was different, sure. Her body? Absolutely. But no matter what freak show Twilight Zone they entered into, Cordelia Chase was his wife.

"Where is Caleb and what the fuck is going on? Wait, you're not human anymore, are you?" she whispered to him. Angel shook his head and looked around. "No, and I don't know. I came here as soon as I realized that whatever is happening is real. But we're here, in Sunnydale, in younger versions of our bodies." Cordelia looked up at him questioningly. "How did you know where I live?" she asked.

"I drove you home once, remember?" he asked. Cordelia grimaced. "How could I forget? After that guy tried to have me be his personal Barbie doll." She shivered.

Angel looked around her room, seeing the calendar on her wall. "It's 1998."

"I could have told you that from the clothes in my closet." said Cordelia as she sat down on her bed, twiddling her fingers. "My ring is gone." she noted. Angel had noticed the same before he came.

He looked at the clock. 5:17AM. "If your calendar's correct, today's Monday." He stared at Cordelia. She raised her eyebrows questioningly in return. "You have school." he told her.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Ha! Are you crazy? I am not going to school. Been there, done that! We need to find a way out of this multiverse or whatever this is, are you kidding?!" she asked.

"Cordy, I have an hour, tops, before the sun comes out. What better place to figure out what's going on than Sunnydale High?"

Realization dawns on her. "Do you think it's only us?" she asked him.

"Only one way to find out."