| Chapter thirteen "So why do you think that the PTB are sending you the visions?" They were all sitting around the large kitchen table, drinking badly made coffee. Cordelia screwed her eyes shut, reminding herself that Wesley was just being his watcherie self. But after three weeks of asking the same question she was getting a tad irritated by it. "I don't know, they don't send any post it notes with the visions." Lindsey put his hand over Cordelia's, rubbing small circles with his thumb. Trying to soothe her. "Maybe they're telling us it's time to get back to what we do best. Dawn is still hidden, so it's not like we're putting her in danger. Plus if that Glory chick was after us don't you think that one of us would have noticed being followed?" Gunn took a sip of his coffee, and made a face at its bitter after taste. "I've been practicing some spells again. I'm sure after some practice I'll be back in top form." Willow was excited at the thought of getting back into the evil fighting business. The break was fine at first, in fact it was sorely needed. But now she was ready to pick up where she left off... Well, maybe not with Glory, but fighting the Big Bads in general. "If we want to do this we can't stay here." Angel interjected. "If you haven't noticed this place has only tourists causing evil. We'll need to relocate." He hated to admit it but the idea of doing something useful intrigued him. He didn't want the girls put into any more danger, but he refused to leave them behind again. "What about New Orleans?" Cordy raised her eyebrows in Willow's direction, they had several great memories of that city. "I'm sure that will be a great choice." Wesley nodded in agreement. Lindsey, who had stayed silent until that moment voiced his opinion. "You're all seriously considering putting your lives in danger again?" The rest of the group froze for a moment and eyed him. "You don't want to help?" Cordelia asked in a hurt voice, scared that she was already going to lose him. Fighting evil was something she had long ago accepted as a way of life. When the group disbanded she had been lost for months, not knowing what to do with herself. Slowly she had learned how to live day be day as a normal person. Lindsey threw his hands up. "No, I'm not saying that at all. I just don't think we're thinking this through. I mean one-second we're reunited, the next we're making plans to move and go fight evil. I was thinking maybe we should figure out why Cora's getting the visions. Then make plans." Cordelia let the pent up breath out, relieved that Lindsey wasn't going to decide not to help. "Fine, but it's not like Angel can go visit the Oracles here in Camden Maine. Are there any other portals to see them besides in LA?" Angel shrugged. "I really don't know. Doyle took me to the one under the Post office. I'm sure that there are more out there, we just need to find them." "Oh does this mean research?" Willow asked excitedly. "I can be Net Girl just like in the old days." Angel laughed at the way her face came alive at the thought of doing anything that would stimulate her mind. One thing was for sure, where ever they ended up, or what they did, she was going back to school. Someone as intelligent as she was deserved better than a High School diploma and only a year of College. Maybe New Orleans wasn't that bad. It had several schools she could chose from. |
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