Spoilers: to be easy lets say all of Angel and Buffy
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own it I don’t
Feedback: Yes please this is the first fic I have written in a long time
Cordelia slowly made her way down the stairs of the Hyperion Hotel. This place had become more of a home to her than her own apartments was but she still kept it for too reasons: The main one of course was Dennis even though he is a ghost he had become family to her and taken care of her when she needed it. He was in a way a lot like Angel, very over protective. The thought made her smile that the two men that went over the top to take care of her were both dead, but the second reason was that she had somewhere else to go when she needed to get away for a couple of hours and if she was really, really lucky she might get 5 or 6 hours of much needed sleep.
A masculine voice echoed through the lobby of the hotel and Cordelia smiled and headed towards the reception desk where one rogue demon hunter was saying his final goodbyes on the phone. She waved her hand at him to get his attention but as he turned to her the look on his face made her hand drop to her side and the smile that once lit her face faded fast. Who was that? The seer thought.
She waited for him to finally put the phone down before the rapid-fire questions came at him. “What’s going on? What’s wrong? Who was on the phone? What disaster is coming our way this time? You know you think we could have a couple days off you know, a bit of a rest, it’s not easy getting the visions but NOOOOOO.” Cordelia carried on her rant and Wesley stopped and starred at her.
“Cordy, Cordy, CORDELIA.” He finally shouted getting her attention.
“Jeez Wes there was no need to shout I’m not deaf.” She said with a grin. “So what’s up?”
“Cordy let’s just wait until the others arrive so I don’t have to keep repeating myself.” He answered.
A frown marred her beautiful face as she paced back and forwards her heels clicking on the ground beneath her awaiting the arrival of the others. Patience had never been a virtue of hers. Hurry up her mind repeated over and over again.
“Hey” a deep voice said and watched with a grin as his best friend jumped and Wes turned quickly to the stairs. His smile soon began to fade as her saw the looks on their faces and with a sigh he walked towards them wondering what was wrong this time.
“Well 1 down and 2 to go” she muttered as she went to the kitchen to get Angel his blood. Wes won’t tell us until Fred and Gunn are here” She shouted from the Kitchen.
Angel turned and looked at Wesley and he nodded in affirmation.
“Here you go brood boy breakfast is served” said the feminine voice as the glass was shoved in front of his face.
The doors swung open as the two missing members of Angel Investigation walked in.
“You guys. We brought breakfast” Gunn called out loudly.
“Fred, Gunn can you come and join us. I have something to tell you. I received a phone call earlier this morning and well ummm.” He looked at Cordy and Angel knowing that it was going to hit them more than anyone else.
“Get on with it Wes” Cordy said impatiently.
“The phone call was from Giles,” The ex-watcher said never taking his eyes from the two other Sunnydale rejects.
“Oh god I am in hell and why do I have this bad feeling about whatever you are going to say I am going to hate” Cordy put her hand to he eyes. If this meant something about Buffy what was Angel going to do, she hated to see him hurting and every time crybuffy was mentioned he usually went into a funk.
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