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Summary: Third in a series. I felt Angel’s grief and pain was too short lived and unrealistic considering the fact Buffy is meant to be the only woman he has ever loved in his 250+ years of life. So this series of mine is basically a rewrite of Angel season 3 and probably some rewrites of Buffy season 6 to fit in with it. This is my world of Buffy and Angel instead of the Jossverse, which we all know means Buffy and Angel have to be together in some way.
A/N: I am not intending to completely rewrite every part of every script, if there are parts missing just assume they went the same way they did in the show.
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Angel, Wesley and Cordelia in research mode. All the collected evidence neatly laid out before them. Along with Wesley's notes and the requisite demon tomes.
“I haven't the slightest idea what this might be ... it doesn't fit any of the data I have available to me. Something's missing...”
“Maybe it's something that's never been recorded here before...”
“Just please don't tell me another portal's opened up. We've got enough monsters in Los Angeles already.” Now Fred appears, coming down the stairs with a book. Trying to be invisible.
“No, I mean something's missing. The evidence bags...” Fred slips into the garden with her book. Angel nudges Cordelia. She sighs. Fine. Cordelia follows into the garden. “... here's ten and twelve ... but where's eleven? What was eleven?” Fred sits reading. Cordelia quietly appears.
“Hi.” Fred shrieks.
“You startled me.”
“I'm sorry.”
“No, no. It's my fault. I'm sorry. Okay.” Fred tries to squeeze past. “Well, I'll just get out of your way.”
“No, Fred -- stay. I want you to stay. I was hoping we could, you know, talk.”
“Well yes, of course.” Fred closes her book. Fixes her glasses. Settles a little. Cordy smiles. An awkward beat. “Did you mean now?”
“Yes! Yes. Sorry. This is just a little awkward for me. You're exactly the sort of girl who would have hated me in high school.”
“Oh, I'm sure that's not true.”
“No, no it is. I pretty much saw to it. I was a cheerleader, had power, popularity. You didn't know me then.”
“No I didn't. I knew you when you were a princess.”
“Uh right. Anyway, Angel wants you to get out.” Fred goes to leave again.
“Oh, I see. Okay. No, I understand completely. I only have a few things to pack. Won't take long.” Maybe Cordelia lets her get three steps as she raises an eyebrow, considering for just a split second how simple that would be, but her better self makes her --
“Fred, no. That's
not what I meant.” Fred stops. “Out into the world. You know, just
for an evening or something.”
“Oh! Oh? Oh.”
“Well, not by yourself or anything. What if I, what if we went out together?”
“Well ... I suppose if I was with you it'd be okay. Right?”
“Of course it would!”
“I mean, that'd be safe, right?”
“Sure!”
“No one'd even bother to look at me twice with you around.”
“Exactly! No! Now that's just not true. People will notice you.”
“They will?” Cordy's getting an idea, now...
“Yes! And you know why? Because you'll be standing on a stage in a white-hot spotlight!”
“I will?”
“After five long,
terrifying years trapped in a demon dimension, I know exactly
the place to take you! We'll ease you back into the real world!”
*
Gunn enters the
hotel, it’s as quiet as a tomb. Footsteps can be heard just before Angel
appears. He is carrying some research material and is obviously deep in
thought. He places the research material down but doesn’t look through it. He
just stares at the wall.
“Hey.” Gunn says
casually. Angel shakes his head to clear his thoughts.
“Hey.”
“You the only one here?”
“Yeah.”
“You makin' any progress?”
“I dunno. Maybe. Wesley thinks these killings have been random. I'm starting to think otherwise.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. It's just that the way it's happening ... it reminds me of ... things I've seen before.” That hangs there for a moment.
“How so?”
“I know the pattern. The seeming randomness of it ... the chaos. There's a larger purpose behind every move. And I think I know what it is.”
“What?”
“To have fun.” Never has "fun" sounded so distasteful. Gunn just looks at him for a beat. Angel looks up, senses the tension. “Something wrong?”
“Naw. Just ... just
need to see the boss. You know where he's at?”
*
Wesley and Cordelia are sat at a table in Caritas while Fred is on stage singing Patsy Cline's.
“Craaaazzzzzeeee ... Crazy for feelin' so lonely ...” She sings nervously, tentatively, looking for support to Wesley and Cordelia. Cordy nods and smiles back at her, giving her the thumbs up.
“I swear to god she picked that song herself.”
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“Hey Angel.”
“Hey Cordy.” Cordy went and sat at her desk, staring at Angel who was stood leant against the counter. They were silent for about 10 minutes before Angel finally spoke.
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
“What makes you think I want to talk to you about something?”
“Cordy.”
“It’s just you’ve been uber-broody since…and I know she was the love of your life and everything but you can’t spend all your time like this. I think maybe you should go to Sunnydale, see her grave. Face her death.” Angel paled, well went paler than usual anyway.
“No Cordy. And I don’t want to hear all of your ifs and buts and you should it’ll be good for you, because I can’t.”
“Angel…”
“Leave it.”