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We Now Return You to Your Regularly Scheduled Program -- by Echo
Rating: PG-13
Description: Hmm. Two psycho fans get sucked into Angel's world. First in the C&J Series.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Except for Lizzie. I totally own her.
***This one's for my biggest fans. Here's YOUR Angel story. I love you two.***
*~*BEYOND OBSESSION*~*
Angel stood there staring at the both of them. He didn't know if he wanted to laugh or scowl. The redhead was irritating him with her glare, and the brunette was just staring at him in a way that made him feel like he was standing there naked. They were the ones who were half dressed. He'd woken up with the two of them in his bed. The redhead had been curled up against his side with her hand on the center of his chest. She'd looked almost as shocked as he had when they'd both opened their eyes. She let out some swears even he'd never heard before, and he'd heard plenty of them from hanging with Spike.
And then it got worse. Wesley walked down the stairs.
"Oh, I say. Hello." He stared at them. The redhead's eyes bugged out, and she pulled at the edge of the her Blink 182 t shirt. It didn't get any longer. The girl beside her giggled drawing attention to herself. Her short brown hair was sticking out in every direction. She had on a purple tank top and boxers with smiley faces on them. Both girls had on socks. They all looked like they were at a slumber party. What completed this picture was the fact that Angel was wearing his robe.
"Oh wow." The brunette said.
"Am I interrupting, Angel?" The former watcher moved next to him and whispered. "Do you really think having two scantily clad women down here is a good idea?"
"I heard that." The redhead put her hands on her hips.
"She has really good ears. You might as well talk out loud, Wes. We know what you were thinking." The brunette added.
"How did you know my-"
She interrupted. "We know a lot of things. By the way where's Cordy at?"
"She upstairs." He answered blankly. She talked so fast it made his head swim.
"Oh good." She turned to the redhead. "I'm gonna go tell her not to do that thing with her hair anymore."
She turned and walked up the stairs. The redhead rolled her eyes.
"Who are the hell you people? And why were you in my bed when I woke up?" Angel looked pissed.
"Don't take that tone with me. I have the temper that goes with this hair."
Angel almost growled. She just grated on his nerves for some reason.
"What he means, I think, is what are your names? You know mine. I'd like to know yours." Wesley smiled.
She grinned at him. "I'm Cinn. That's my sister Jasper. I have no idea how we got here. I just know don't belong here." She started to pace and gesture. "I mean, sure, I wanted to know what happens next season, but from afar. Not in technicolor, surround sound, smell-a-vision." She stopped pacing. The two of them were looking at her like she was crazy. Then they heard screeching from upstairs.
*~*THE NIGHT BEFORE IN OUR LITTLE WORLD*~*
"Oh, look who left her spellbook here." Jasper said to her sister.
"Put that thing down."
"Just a peek, Cinn. Just a peek."
"DON'T!"
But it was too late. And the flash of light that ripped through the room was blinding.
*~*UPSTAIRS AT ANGEL'S*~*
Three jaws dropped in horror as they saw Cordelia chasing Jasper around her desk.
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK! I'LL RIP WHAT'S LEFT OF YOU HAIR OUT! I DO NOT!"
"YOU DO! YOU KNOW IT!" Jasper laughed hysterically as she ran around the desk. "You called him salty goodness that time! Which he is!"
"What?!" Cordelia stopped.
Jasper stalked over to the taller girl. "The first time you saw him, you said 'hello, salty goodness' and some other stuff, and then your jaw dropped because he bee-lined for Buffy."
"Jasp, that's enough. Don't taunt the May Queen."
"How did you know that?" Cordelia whispered looking from one to the other.
"How do you know Buffy?" Angel had that look.
"We know almost everything about you guys." Jasper smiled.
*~*A LITTLE CONVERSATION*~*
She was drumming her fingers on the desk and her leg was bouncing up and down. Angel didn't think there could be anyone more restless than Spike, but here she was. The redhead. Cinn. What kind of name was that? You know what she'd said in response? Well, what kind of name is Angel? Her sister was pleasant and giggly. Cordelia hated her. Probably because the girl had a mouth just like her. Said whatever was on her mind. No tact at all. They were wearing his clothes too. Jasper, Wesley, and Cordelia had gone to acquire real clothes for the two girls since they had no clue how long they'd be here, and they couldn't keep wearing his clothes. That left him with Cinn. She was antsy. It was driving him crazy.
"So are you psychic?"
"What?!" She practically jumped when he spoke, and a flush crept up her cheeks.
"How do you know about us?"
"We're psychic. Yep. That's it." She didn't think he'd buy the truth.
"Tell me something then."
"Tell you what?"
"Something only I'd know."
She thought for a minute. "She said I'll never forget." Angel froze. "Sorry. That was the first thing that came to my mind. That and you dancing."
"I don't dance."
"Oh, but you do." Her face seemed to light up. "When that girl at Cordy's asked you to dance, you saw yourself dancing in your head and then said no."
His mouth fell open. "How did you... What else?"
"What else do you want to know?"
"Ok, what was the first thing I ever said to Buffy?"
"Oh, that's so easy. She was hanging from a pipe and swung down and trounced your cute ass. And you said, 'Is there a problem, ma'am?'." He laughed. She grinned and kept going. "Whistler called you the stink guy."
"Thank you for bringing THAT up."
"Xander calls you deadboy which you don't like, but I think it's sorta cute. Spike calls you peaches, and I think that's adorable."
Angel groaned. "Spike."
"Oh, he's a cute one."
"What?"
"Oh come on, let's be honest. He wasn't made a vampire because of his winning personality. It was those cheekbones. Those blue eyes. Maybe even his ass."
Angel smirked. "True."
"You have no reflection, so how do you get your hair to do that?"
"I don't know I just sort of..." He did a hand-thing above his head. She giggled.
"When you came back from hell you were quite naked. Where did you get those pants?"
"What? You've seen me naked?" He practically squeaked.
"Not as naked as I'd like." She froze. "Please tell me I DID NOT just say that out loud."
"You did not just say that you hadn't seen me as naked as you'd like out loud." He grinned.
"Ass."
"Yes, and I seem to recall you calling it cute earlier."
"Oh God. Stop being so charming."
"What?"
"Nevermind. I'm changing the subject this one's giving me hot flashes."
"Good to know." Now he knew what got her all flustered. He liked her better when she was blushing at him rather than glaring.
She leaned across the desk at him. "You know what I absolutely loved?"
"Hmm?" Her enthusiasm was contageous. He leaned across the desk too.
"When you mopped the asphalt with Riley's ass." He laughed again. "Was it fun? Cos that looked like it was fun." He was amazed by the change in her manner. She'd made a complete 180 since this morning. She was positively beaming, and all they'd been doing was talking about him.
"It was fun."
She giggled like a ten year old. Angel had to smile. You didn't get many gigglers in his line of work. Plus, he kept thinking of beating on Riley, and he was inclined to do a little giggling himself.
*~*CREATIONS*~*
They were down in Angel's apartment. Jasper had just handed her a pair of jeans and a black button-up shirt. Cinn slid into the jeans.
"So. What did you and broodboy talk about today?"
"What do you mean?"
"You were full-on superbitch when you woke up on him this morning. I leave for a few hours, and you two are giggling like best girlfriends. What gives?"
"We just talked."
"What was the deal this morning?"
"I was freaked out, ok. I was wearing a t shirt and my panties. I woke up curled against the epitome of what I consider sexy. How rational would you have been? Besides you've been plenty rude yourself. Angel and I just talked."
"Right."
"We did."
"No. You spill. Now."
"We talked about him."
"Your favorite subject."
"Hey, any clue about 'when' in the season we are?"
"I did ask some questions. We're between the blind chic episode and the season finale, I think."
"Well look at little Nancy Drew."
"Ha frickin' ha. Should we warn them about the building blowing up? Or Darla?"
"No."
"No? You want Wesley to get all burned up?"
"Of course not. But it has to happen that way."
"Why? I say we tell all. We go to Sunnydale, tell Buffy about 'I Will Remember You', beat up Riley, and find Xander some leather pants."
"No."
"Spike's still in Sunnydale. We could get him some new clothes."
"No."
"You're no fun."
"We need to figure out a way to get home."
"Are you high?"
"We don't belong here, Jasper. This is Joss's world, and as much as I wish we were of his creation, we're just not. We have to go back."
"Damn. Why do you have to make so much sense? You're worse than Angel with the good guy routine. Leave Buffy. Destroy the jewel. Get the oracles to take back the day. No letting the evil lawyers buy my fighting contract - even if it keeps me from getting my ass whooped. You two have way too much integrity, Cinn. It's sick."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Freak."
"Not the only freak."
"Oh, hardy har har."
*~*DENIAL*~*
"She ragged on my clothes the whole time." Cordelia whined. "She said 'I know technically you DID flee your homeland, but that doesn't mean you have to dress like a refugee.' Can you believe that?"
Angel tried not to laugh and failed. Cordelia glared at him.
"I thought she was quite charming." She turned her glare on Wesley.
"Shut up." She turned back to Angel. "So what's their deal? Are they demons?"
"No they're both human. They're just from another plane of existence. They know all about us. Cinn wouldn't say how. She's not sure how they got here, but she has a pretty good idea."
"So we can send them back."
"I'm not sure."
"Well where will they stay until you are sure?" He looked at her. "Oh no."
"What?"
"You offered to let them stay here with you, didn't you? Ah! Just like Faith!"
"It's not anything like Faith. They aren't wanted for murder."
"But they are psycho nut jobs."
"They are not. Besides I haven't offered yet."
"Angel, are you sure that's wise?" He looked at Wesley.
"Look. I'm not putting two harmless girls out on the street just because you two don't like them."
"I didn't say I didn't like them. I just think there's an element of danger here."
"What danger, Wesley?"
"It's fairly obvious they both have large crushes on you, Angel."
"So?"
Cordelia snorted. "So, I'm thinkin' that Jasper girl may crawl in your bed one night, and before you know it, poof, Angelus."
Angel rolled his eyes and let out and unnecessary sigh. "I don't think we have to worry about that, Cordelia. That kind of thing requires participation on my part."
Wesley straightened. "No, we don't have to worry about her. It's the other one we need to worry about."
"What?"
"He likes the older sister."
"I do not."
"Yes, the two of you talked for hours. You were smiling at her."
"So. I smile at a lot of people." He defended. Cordelia snorted. "Now."
"I've only seen you smile like you were smiling at her at one other person, Angel."
"I'm not attracted to her." He folded his arms across his chest.
Cordelia raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh no, of course not. Just because she's cute as a button, and she knows everything about you and likes you anyway. Despite Angelus and the whole trying to raise hell thing. She stills smiles at you. Still accepts you despite every flaw. Nope. That's not attractive. Not attractive at all."
He glared at her.
*~*SO THERE'S A PLAN, SORT OF*~*
"So we have a plan. You guys will stay here with me until we figure out how to get you home. I'll call-"
"Willow?" Jasper interrupted.
Cinn was staring at him. "I'm thinking Giles. He sent vampire Willow home. Why not us?"
Cordelia and Wesley gaped. This whole 'them knowing everything' thing was kinda creepy.
"Oh, let's go to Sunnydale!" Jasper squealed.
"What are you thinking?" Angel was staring back at Cinn.
"I'm thinking I wouldn't mind a tour of Sunnydale."
"Do I have to be nice to Doofus Finn?" Jasper asked.
Angel laughed. "No."
*~*TOURISTS*~*
Rupert Giles swung open his door in frustration. There was a short brunette he'd never seen before about to knock again, her fist hanging in the air.
"Yes? May I help you?"
"Giles!" He saw Cordelia running up. Then he saw who was behind her.
"Cordelia? Angel? Wesley?"
"Hello, Mr. Giles."
"Don't be so stiff, Wes." The little brunette said. "Hello, Mr. Giles."
"Um, yes. Who are you?"
"Your biggest fan?" He looked puzzeled at her response. She giggled. "Name's Jasper." She held out her hand. He shook it.
"Rupert Giles."
"Oh, I know." She winked at him.
His brow furrowed. "Do come in."
*~*A SLIGHT CASE OF SIBLING RIVALRY*~*
"Well, from what you described, it sounds like this friend of yours had a bobby trap of sorts on her spellbook. She'll most likely be the one to return you home when she discovers what happened."
"Damn." Giles looked at the redhead. It was the first thing she'd said.
Angel looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "So anxious to get away from me?"
"Yes, I mean no, I mean, I don't know what I mean." She was all flustered again.
Jasper quirked an eyebrow. "What she means is, she's afraid the longer she stays around you the more likely she is to try to jump you. And correct me if I'm wrong, but you don't look too opposed to the idea."
"Stop it." Cinn said.
"Stop what?"
"Being like this."
"Like what?"
"A jealous bitch."
"I am not jealous of you. I am just pointing out that I have the good sense not to flirt like some two dollar whore with a guy that can go all psycho serial killer if he gets some."
"That is it!" Cinn stood.
"Oh what are you gonna do?" Jasper stood.
Cinn took a step to her. "I'm gonna kick your smart ass and bust you a fat lip to go with it."
"Bring it on, bitch."
She lunged at Jasper, but Angel grabbed her around the waist before either of them could touch each other. Wesley stepped between them and put his hands on Jasper's arms to hold her back. Cinn had froze the instant Angel touched her. Her eyes were wide.
"We're going to take a walk to let everybody cool down." He drug Cinn out the door.
"You never did know how to share!" Jasper yelled.
Nobody said anything for several minutes.
"Well, what shall we do now?" Giles asked.
"Oh, I know. Jasper, tell Giles his life story like you did with me and Wesley. Be sure to leave in all the really juicy embarrassing stuff."
Giles watched as the girl grinned wickedly and rubbed her hands together. He swallowed at the look on her face.
*~*SO ANNOYING IT'S CUTE*~*
Angel and Cinn had been walking for a while. Well, he was walking. She was stomping. She hadn't said a word. They started to walk through one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries when she turned to him and unleashed.
"I can not believe she said that!"
"It's ok. It's not the end of the world."
She laughed. "True, but I can't believe how she acted. We never get into fights. It must be the Hellmouth."
"Well. Well. What have we here?"
She knew that voice. "Spike." It was a whisper. She peeked around Angel. There he was, leaning against the crypt, looking damn sexy with a smirk on his face.
Angel gritted his teeth. "What do you want, Spike?"
"Someone to love me?" He laughed at his own joke. "Does Slutty know you're here?"
"Don't call her that." Cinn took several steps towards him before Angel could stop her. "She's only had sex with three people. And one of them was NOT Harmony, so I don't think you ought to be judging."
"Who the bloody hell are you, pet? The poof's new shag toy? Cause I gotta warn you, he lends new meaning to the morning after."
"Fuck off."
"Oh, kitten has claws. Nice mouth, pet."
"Know this, Spike. I'm someone who knows just about every embarassing thing that's happened to you in the last three years, and I'm not afraid to start talking."
"Like what?"
"Like when your head caught on fire in that warehouse in LA."
Angel started laughing because Spike instantly went from bored to indignant. "What?"
"After Oz, Doyle, and Cordy busted you out, Angel, the big bad, here," She gestured to Spike. "Walked under those bulletholes torture guy had put in the roof. Singed himself but good."
"YOU SHUT YOUR HOLE!" He got right in her face.
"Do it for me." She leaned in.
"I'm gonna..."
"You're gonna what?" She raised and eyebrow and smirked. "Lick me to death?"
Angel had to grab onto a headstone he was laughing so hard.
"You little bitch." Spike grabbed her arms and shook her. Then he doubled over in pain.
"And then some. " She held her hand out to him. He stared at it. "Truce, ok? You stop being an ass. I stop being a bitch."
"Bugger off."
"Oh, that's it." She punched him in the jaw. Angel stopped laughing. Spike's eyes burned amber. Angel grabbed her before she could swing again.
"We did not come out here for you to get into a fight."
Spike was pissed. He lunged at them, making sure he came into contact with his sire and not the girl. They all tumbled to the ground.
*~*SOMETHING INTERESTING*~*
Buffy and Riley were holding hands and patroling. They were walking through the cemetery when Buffy stopped. Her eyes HAD to be playing tricks on her.
She saw Spike's blonde head. He was wrestling with two people she couldn't make out. One of them was definitely female because she was giggling.
"Cor, Angel call off the bitch! She bites!"
Angel? Buffy watched as the redheaded girl sunk her teeth into Spike's hand. He howled in pain. She heard someone curse. She assumed it was Angel. The three of them were rolling around on the ground. Spike started tickling the girl.
"NO!" She screeched. He took that opportunity to yank his hand away from her mouth. The two of them rolled off of Angel.
"Dammit! Stop that, you two!" Just then her foot shot out and caught Angel in the crotch. He moaned and rolled away in pain.
"Angel!" Buffy screamed.
Spike and Cinn froze at the sound of the slayer's voice. Cinn looked at Angel. He was moaning and holding himself. Spike started laughing, but it was cut off by her punching him again.
"Shut up." She moved to Angel's side as Buffy walked up. "Are you ok? I'm so sorry."
"I'm alright. It was an accident." He gritted. He looked up. "Hi, Buffy."
Riley walked up next to her. Cinn rolled her eyes. "Oh look, it's the King of the Dumbasses." She whispered. Spike looked at her and started to chuckle. If Angel hadn't been in so much pain, he would have laughed too. Cinn helped him to his feet. She held out her hand to Spike. This time he took it. She helped pull him to his feet, but it put her off balance. She stumbled and smacked into his chest. His arm went around her instinctively to keep her from bouncing off him and falling on her ass. Their eyes were locked for exactly two seconds before she blushed scarlet and jumped backwards - right into Angel. They almost fell, but Angel grabbed her around the waist and steadied both of them.
It was too late though. Spike had seen it in those two seconds. She was attracted to him.
"Angel, what are you doing here?"
Cinn couldn't help herself. It just popped right out. "He's here for round two with that monkeyspank. " She nodded at Riley. Spike exploded in laughter. Buffy looked pissed.
"She's just kidding, Buffy."
"No, I'm not. Get 'em, deadboy." She nudged Angel towards Riley.
Spike eyes started to water he was laughing so hard. He liked her already. She gotten in his face, hit him, insulted soldier boy, and pissed off the slayer. This little spitfire had the stones.
"Spike, take her back to Giles'."
"Angel-" She started.
"No. You go with him."
Her eyes flashed fire. Spike held out his arm for her. She grabbed it roughly.
"Ouch."
"You hurt her, I torture then stake you, got it?" He was glaring at Cinn the entire time. She tightened her grip on Spike's arm.
"Ouch! Hurt her? Bloody hell." He stalked off, pulling Cinn with him. She kept her eyes on Angel's until they rounded the corner. Angel waited until he was sure they were gone then turned to Buffy.
"Sorry about Cinn. She's a little outspoken about certain things."
"A little?" Buffy gaped.
"Well, you should meet her sister."
"So why ARE you here?" Riley asked.
Angel gave him a glare then turned back to Buffy. "They're from another plane of existence. We were trying to see if Giles copuld get them back."
"Oh, so she's not... you and her aren't... cause it looked like you might..."
Angel grinned. "Just friends."
"Oh."
Riley was glaring at him. Angel rolled his eyes and turned in the direction of Giles' apartment. He looked at the two of them over his shoulder and was suddenly reminded of what Cinn had said about him mopping the asphalt with Riley's ass. Angel grinned.
*~*THE FLIPSIDE*~*
She'd gripped his arm and fumed the whole way to the watcher's place. They were almost at the door.
"So, mad at peaches, are you?"
"I am."
"Why?"
"He dismissed me like a child, and I hate that. He doesn't know me well enough to know I hate that, but he's about to find out it's not one of my favorite things."
Her jaw was set, and her eyes were still flashing with fire. Spike got an idea.
"Why act all pouty? Get even instead. You want to get him really brassed off, pet?"
"What'd you have in mind?"
Cinn gasped when he smashed his mouth on hers. She'd been expecting talk, not tongue.
*~*KISSING IT BETTER*~*
Buffy spotted Xander heading their way.
"Hey, Xand!"
"Hey, Buff! Riley! And, oh, deadboy."
"Xander." Angel gritted.
They all continued in the direction of Giles' place.
"What are you doing here?" Buffy asked Xander.
"Giles called. Said something freaky was going down."
"Where's Anya?"
"She's asleep. Refused to get up."
"Oh well, I guess..." Buffy stopped and her words just trailed off. "Oh my God."
The other three turned to look where she was looking.
Spike had Cinn pressed up against Giles' door. His mouth was on the side of her neck, and she was making these little gasping sounds. She raked her fingernails up the back of Spike's blonde head, and he growled in pleasure. Angel roared. He grabbed Spike and pulled him off of her. Spike winked at Cinn. She looked down and saw that her shirt was unbuttoned. She hadn't even noticed him doing it. She gasped and started rebuttoning it.
"What the hell were you doing?"
She looked up at him. "Spike."
Xander laughed.
The door opened and Cinn fell backwards into the apartment. Jasper looked down at her.
"I'm sorry."
"Me too."
"Let's not fight like that again."
"Ok."
"Um, Cinn, your shirt's all buttoned wrong. What have you been doing?"
"Spike." She giggled.
"What?"
"I was upset. He was kissing it better."
Jasper grinned at her. "You dirty little slut." The she looked up. "Ohhh. Xander. Hi."
From her look Xander felt like he was naked all of the sudden.
*~*SCREWED*~*
"You're already getting a hickey." Jasper said.
Cinn walked to the mirror on Giles' stairs. Sure enough, the area of her neck where Spike's mouth had been was turning from dark red to purple.
"The stars are all singing to me." Everyone turned and looked at Spike. "Everything I plant withers and dies."
"I got to be cowboy guy."
They all looked from Spike to Riley. He was wearing a cowboy hat that had not been on his head earlier.
"Ok, what in the hell?" Cinn looked at her sister. Jasper shrugged.
Giles picked up his guitar and started playing. Cordelia, Xander, and Buffy were sitting on the couch doing a fairly good impression of the see-no-evil, hear-no-evil, and speak-no-evil monkeys.
"Oh, I know this song!" Jasper screamed. She put her arm around Giles' shoulder, and they both started singing.
"On candy-striped legs the spiderman comes, softly through the shadow of the evening sun, stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead, looking for the victim shivering in bed..."
Cinn recognized it as 'Lullaby' by The Cure. Wesley started to dance.
"Ok. This is screwed up."
"It's about to be totally fucked."
She whipped around. Angel was standing right behind her in game face. She jumped backwards away from him. She wanted to scream. He'd kinda scared her.
"Don't do it, pet." Spike whispered. "He likes it when they scream."
It hit her suddenly. "Angelus." She whispered, then grinned wickedly.
He looked at Spike. "Why is she smiling?"
"She has a thing for the bad boys, mate. And she's not afraid of you."
She gasped when he grabbed her arms. He growled and pulled her within an inch of his face.
"You WILL be afraid of me."
"Only afraid you don't live up to the threats I see in those eyes." He growled. "Oh, scary. I'm shaking here." Her tone was dry. "Bite me, psychoboy!"
He growled again. She closed her eyes. Nothing happened.
*~*WHEN THE BED BUGS DON'T BITE*~*
Cinn woke up with a start. She was on the couch in her living room. She looked over Jasper was asleep in one of the chairs. Her best friend, Lizzie, was asleep in the other. The clock said 4:30 AM.
"Oh wow." She rubbed her hands over her face. "Why Spike though?" She said to no one in particular. "If I'm gonna get to make out with someone, why couldn't it have been Angel, dammit?"
"Well, maybe you'll get your chance. Maybe you aren't awake yet."
She spun around, and there he was, looking all yummy as usual. He stalked up to her.
"Couldn't let you leave without a proper goodbye."
He cupped her chin and brushed his lips over hers. The world officially stopped rotating.
*~*THE MORNING AFTER*~*
Cinn jumped so hard when she woke up for real that she fell off of the couch. She looked around her living room. Sunlight was filtering in from the windows. Jasper and Lizzie were still asleep.
"Ok, Cinn girl, no more episodes of Angel before you go to bed." She stumbled in the direction of the bathroom.
Lizzie and Jasper opened their eyes and looked at each other. Lizzie pulled her spellbook from underneath the cushion of her chair. She counted in her head. One. Two. Three.
"OH MY GOD!" was heard from the bathroom.
"Cinn, what is it?" Jasper said innocently.
Lizzie kissed her spellbook as Cinn rushed back into the living room holding up her red hair and pointing at her neck. There was a very dark hickey on it. She looked directly at Lizzie.
"What did you do?"
"You said you never had any good dreams, so I gave you one. Was it good for you?"
"Does this look like just a dream to you?!" She pointed at her neck again.
Lizzie grinned.
*~*DEJA VU DENOUEMENT*~*
Angel walked up into the office. Cordelia had the radio blaring while she was filing. He recognized the song. It was a Cure song he hadn't heard in years. He was pretty sure it had been in that bizarre dream he'd had last night, but he couldn't remember all of it. Cordelia turned around. He jumped. She was wearing a Blink 182 t shirt just like the one he'd seen last night in his head. On who? He saw a flash of red hair in the back of his mind and heard a feminine giggle.
"Hey, Angel. What's with the face? There better not be any evil. I'm in full see-no-evil mode today." He saw a flash of her with her hands over her eyes and growled in frustration. "Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the coffin." He glared at her. "Angel, what's wrong?"
"I had this really strange dream last night."
"Really? Me too. These two weird girls showed up and knew everything about us and it was way creepy and one of them picked on my clothes and we went to Sunnydale and one of them made out with Spike and you got all mad and then all this creepy stuff happened. I remember Giles singing while Wesley danced. What was yours about?"
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