{"id":3081,"date":"2015-06-29T20:08:22","date_gmt":"2015-06-29T19:08:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=3081"},"modified":"2015-06-29T20:53:21","modified_gmt":"2015-06-29T19:53:21","slug":"starting-over-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/06\/29\/starting-over-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Starting Over. 3"},"content":{"rendered":"

Chapter Three<\/b> \u2013 Explanations<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI believe we\u2019re here.\u201d Wesley\u2019s voice cut into Angel\u2019s thoughts, taking his gaze away from the streets of LA. He\u2019d remained silent for much of the journey, taking in the little he\u2019d been told about what had happened with Cordelia back at Caritas.<\/p>\n

Wesley had explained, in his usual halting fashion, that Cordelia was a Seer \u2013 a conduit for the Powers That Be. They relayed messages to her in the form of visions so that Wesley and the others knew who to save, which case they should be solving next.<\/p>\n

That part, he understood. He\u2019d heard of Seers before, even known a couple in his time \u2013 but none of them had been human. And none of them seemed to have the debilitating short-term memory loss Cordelia seemed to be suffering from.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs soon as we see to this vision,\u201d Wesley had assured him, quietly, \u201cYou\u2019ll get your answers.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel had accepted that. Cordelia had been shaken up back at the club, telling Wesley that unless they hurried, this girl in her vision was going to die. Angel didn\u2019t think that there was any waiting around where Cordelia\u2019s visions were concerned but there was something going on with Wesley right now that he couldn\u2019t quite put his finger on.<\/p>\n

The Watcher was nervous, jumpy almost \u2013 and Angel\u2019s presence didn\u2019t seem to be helping matters much.<\/p>\n

Gunn was even less than welcoming towards the vampire. Having shot as many glares as humanly possible Angel\u2019s way during the ride, he\u2019d pressed his foot down on the brakes, bringing the truck to a stop outside the abandoned warehouse off Mercer and Main.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow see, this is what bugs me \u2018bout a place like LA. So many abandoned warehouses that the monsters in this world got what could be looked on as a storage facility\u2026\u201d He said, shaking his head.<\/p>\n

Angel looked grimly at the young black man. He was right. Some of the time, the monsters in this world were aided by people, by their own stupidity. It was people like Gunn, Wesley and Cordelia who made this world a better place to live in.<\/p>\n

\u201cAny idea where this demon\u2019s going to be?\u201d Asked Angel, clutching the broadsword that he\u2019d been given from Wesley.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe visions aren\u2019t exactly that specific,\u201d Wesley answered, closing the door of the cab behind him as Gunn jumped down from the other side, \u201cIt\u2019s more like a flash of a place and then serious detective work from there\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what\u2019s different about tonight?\u201d Angel looked at Wesley, wondering what the Watcher was hiding from him. \u201cCordelia said that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, you\u2019re asking a hell of a lot of questions here.\u201d Gunn frowned, taking a stab at the air with his fighting axe. \u201cBest plan of action is us killing this demon dude and you being on your way, no muss, no fuss.\u201d<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t that simple.<\/p>\n

Whether they voiced it or not, they all knew that Angel wasn\u2019t going to just walk out of there. He wanted answers. He wanted to know why, exactly, Cordelia hadn\u2019t remembered him from the night before or why she seemed to be the only person living in her own little world of d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu.<\/p>\n

Clutching his broadsword just that little bit tighter, Angel strode forward with Gunn and Wes, his shoes hitting the sidewalk silently.<\/p>\n

They came around the side of the warehouse just seconds after leaving Gunn\u2019s truck. Angel looked up at the broken windows, the crumbling walls of the building in front of him. This place had been empty for a while.<\/p>\n

Perfect<\/i>, Angel thought, At least that means the only human in there is the one in Cordelia\u2019s vision.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cThink we should try to look for a side entrance?\u201d Gunn glanced at Wesley, looking slightly unnerved by the fact that Angel hadn\u2019t uttered a word since his little suggestion.<\/p>\n

Wesley said nothing. He watched as Angel took a couple of steps forward, glancing up the side of the building at the sturdy drainpipe.<\/p>\n

The drainpipe led up to the second floor, a broken window. It took Angel a moment to assess the situation. Going in through the front entrance would alert the demon to their presence, at least this way they had the possible advantage of catching the thing off guard.<\/p>\n

Making his decision, Angel clamoured up the drainpipe and launched himself over to the fire escape, pushing down the ladder despite the short squeal of protest it gave. It hit the pavement below with a dull thudding sound.<\/p>\n

Reluctantly, Gunn grabbed hold of the ladder, muttering something about vampires and their fancy-ass shit that any guy could pull, and hoisted himself upwards, Wesley following behind.<\/p>\n

Lowering his head, Angel peered in through the broken window a couple of feet away from him as Gunn and Wesley made their ascent. He was aware of two different scents \u2013 one demon, easily distinguishable, and then\u2026 Angel\u2019s nostrils flared slightly as he turned towards the others.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia said we could save this girl?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley\u2019s eyes darkened, \u201cYou think she\u2019s dead?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI smell blood.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid I tell you that freaks me out?\u201d Asked Gunn, glaring at Angel\u201ds back as he tried \u2013 and failed \u2013 to peer in the window. \u201cWhat do we do?\u201d<\/p>\n

If Angel heard his question, he didn\u2019t acknowledge it. He peered in the window closer, finding he could distinguish four different heartbeats. Two belonging to Wesley and Gunn, the other human\u2026the last one not.<\/p>\n

“She\u201ds alive.” He said quietly, slipping through the window with all the grace he\u2019d amassed after 240 years of being comfortable in his own body.<\/p>\n

The warehouse was falling to bits, chipped paint and stains that Angel didn\u2019t want to think about adorning the walls.<\/p>\n

He could feel the floorboards creaking under his feet, bending beneath his weight. He tested the floors as he walked, placing his feet carefully as the heartbeat he\u2019d been able to hear got closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cA demon\u2026\u201d Said Cordelia, quietly, pressing gentle fingertips to her forehead. \u201cAn icky, foul-smelling demon. There was a girl. She was so scared, Wesley\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

She moved her fingers in concentric circles, her face pale and drawn. She looked tired, Angel had noted, worn down. It hadn\u2019t prompted him to leave her side.<\/p>\n

The smell, Angel realised belatedly, was sulphur.<\/p>\n

He knew of two demons that smelt like that. Both fit Cordelia\u2019s description of \u2018icky\u2019 \u2013 both were just as dangerous as the other. For the girl\u2019s sake, Angel hoped it was the first. For his? He hoped it was the second.<\/p>\n

He paused, feeling the dust shift behind him as Wesley and Gunn made their way over. \u201cSulphur demon.\u201d He uttered quietly, gripping his sword tighter. \u201cNot sure what kind\u2026 Just aim for the neck.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy favourite spot.\u201d Said Gunn, injecting just enough venom into his voice to make Angel squirm slightly.<\/p>\n

For a group of people that had never worked together before, they were quite fluid in their movements. Angel headed up the attack while Gunn and Wesley flanked to the left, each clutching their weapon as if their life \u2013 or unlife \u2013 depended on it.<\/p>\n

The sulphur demon was surprised, angered mostly, at being separated from its lunch. It lunged towards Angel, claws outstretched. Fetid breath brushed against cold dead skin and Angel drove his broadsword upwards into the chest of the demon.<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t kill it. But it wasn\u2019t far off.<\/p>\n

The demon staggered, managing to thrust out its arms as Wesley and Gunn drove the attack onwards, knocking the pair against the wall.<\/p>\n

A large cloud of dust rose from behind Angel, the dilapidated building already feeling the strains of the fight. Beneath his feet, he could feel the foundations shaking, the demons hulking form not easing the pressure any.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust a suggestion,\u201d Coughed Gunn from the floor, trying to rid his lungs of dust, \u201cBut I\u2019m thinkin\u2019 we should get out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, got that.\u201d Angel growled as the demon came towards him again. He feinted to the left, drawing his knee upward and into its stomach. For just a moment, the demon\u2019s face registered surprise \u2013 surprise that Angel had slipped under its defences.<\/p>\n

He used this to his advantage, ignoring the smell that was making his eyes water and his body threaten to convulse with dry heaves that would leave him feeling even sicker. Instead, Angel grabbed his sword, yanked, and with just one mighty swing the demons head fell to the floor with a dull \u2018thud\u2019.<\/p>\n

The fight was over.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Later, when the girl was in the hospital and Cordelia had been informed that the demon was dead, Angel was seated on the bench in the courtyard of the Hyperion, glancing up at an impossibly black sky.<\/p>\n

Every so often the wind would change, sending a waft of sulphur floating upwards, almost enough to make him retch. He needed a shower, he\u2019d realised belatedly, seated in his car on the way back to the hotel.<\/p>\n

First, though, he needed answers.<\/p>\n

Wesley\u2019s reluctance to divulge information at the beginning of the night had been palpable. He\u2019d been uncomfortable, unwilling \u2013 just stopping of downright rude when Angel had said that he hadn\u2019t planned on leaving until he had answers.<\/p>\n

After the fight he\u2019d seemed tired, less likely to argue. Angel would get his answers but that was all and for now, that was fine.<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel a little more human now.\u201d Angel\u2019s eyes snapped open when he heard Wesley\u2019s voice, but not in surprise. \u201cFunny thing about a shower, it works wonders.\u201d<\/p>\n

His smile was wry, making Angel take just a moment to look down at his ruined clothes. He could have changed, could have showered, but sunlight was a couple of hours away at most. Angel needed answers more than he needed to be clean.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll shower later.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley sighed, his shoulders slumping a little. Angel almost felt bad for the ex-watcher, seeing him standing there so defeated.<\/p>\n

Almost.<\/i><\/p>\n

Behind him, Gunn and the rake-thin, pretty girl called Fred appeared, Fred affording him a tiny, cheerful wave. \u201cHi, again\u2026\u201d She said, and immediately stopped smiling when Gunn buried an elbow into her side.<\/p>\n

She scowled, before moving to sit down on one of the steps.<\/p>\n

Across from him, Wesley sat, his spine straight. He seemed to be deliberating over a way to open the conversation, a way to start telling Angel about what had happened to Cordelia. Most of them, or so it seemed, fell short.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t exactly easy to say, Angel.\u201d He said, after a moment. \u201cTrying to explain everything that\u2019s happened, I\u2014\u201d Wesley sighed. \u201cI suppose I should start from the beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel stayed silent, watching the myriad of emotions pass across Wesley\u2019s face. It was obvious he didn\u2019t want to get into this \u2013 not now, not ever \u2013 but Angel wasn\u2019t letting up. Did he feel bad about it? Of course he did. But there was a much bigger, more selfish part of him that needed something in what Wesley was going to say. He needed the truth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve told you about the visions.\u201d Said Wesley, quietly, \u201cWhat they do to her, you\u2019ve seen for yourself.\u201d He paused then, drawing in a breath of air, \u201cTomorrow morning, Cordelia will wake up and have no recollection of meeting you again. She won\u2019t remember the vision from tonight, though she\u2019ll still have some of the hangover, no doubt. She won\u2019t remember anything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that\u2026 I was around, remember?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley shot him a pained look. \u201cYou were around for one day, Angel. One night. And because of that you have the potential to destroy everything we\u2019ve built up and I won\u2019t let you do that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel could feel his mood blackening by the second. \u201cI\u2019m not trying to destroy anything, Wesley, I\u2019m just trying to understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sighing, Wesley clutched the Manila folder in his lap a little tighter, trying to hold onto whatever it contained for just a second longer. He\u2019d hoped to deflect the questions, Angel presumed; give himself more time to come up with an explanation befitting of the situation.<\/p>\n

When Wesley didn\u2019t offer the information and there\u2019d been enough nervous coughs from Fred to last a lifetime, it was Gunn who spoke up. He said, in the irritated voice that seemed to be reserved for Angel, that a little under a year ago, Cordelia had had an accident.<\/p>\n

\u201cAccident?\u201d Angel echoed.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was the day before Fred\u2019s birthday.\u201d Wesley sighed, no longer looking at Angel. His gaze reached far beyond the walls of the courtyard and with every word he spoke, Angel knew he was reliving that day. \u201cI was\u2026 Researching, as usual. A Nyazean prophecy brought to our attention by Wolfram and Hart. I was on cake duty.\u201d A small albeit sad smile tugged at the corner of his lips.<\/p>\n

Cordelia had always had that air about her, that air of authority that you didn\u2019t dare<\/i> argue with. He could remember quite clearly the arch of her eyebrow in the five seconds it had taken him to decide that driving her home was, in fact, a good idea.<\/p>\n

\u201cFred didn\u2019t know a thing about the party. It was her first birthday back in this dimension and Cordelia was determined to make it memorable.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel looked up in time to see Fred wince. Her birthday that year had been memorable, he knew, but for all the wrong reasons.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia delegated responsibilities,\u201d Wesley continued, \u201cI was on Cake duty, Charles was on a strictly decoration-getting mission and Lorne was entertainment. She, as usual, was hostess.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia the hostess. Seemed fitting, somehow. In Sunnydale she\u2019d struck him as the type of girl who knew how to party, who revelled in the role of being centre of attention. At least in that respect, she hadn\u2019t changed.<\/p>\n

Still, Angel listened in silence, noticing the slump of Wesley\u2019s shoulders, the nervous glance shared between Fred and Gunn.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was so wrapped up in that Prophecy I forgot all about the cake,\u201d Said Wesley, regarding Angel with a tired expression. \u201cBy the time I\u2019d brought my head out of the book I\u2019d been reading Cordelia had left me a note, saying she\u2019d gone to pick up the cake and that she\u2019d meet us at Caritas, minus my three o\u2019clock shadow if I actually knew what a razor-blade was those days.\u201d<\/p>\n

Under normal circumstances, Angel might have smiled at that. These weren\u2019t normal circumstances. Wesley\u2019s words hung between them heavily, waiting to be dispelled by whatever was coming next.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe were at the club when we heard what had happened.\u201d Said Wesley, quietly. \u201cCordelia had arranged to pick Fred up for a \u2018quiet drink\u2019 and we\u2026 We weren\u2019t at the hotel when the Police called by.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel could feel his stomach sinking. \u201cPolice?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was in her car when the vision hit, ploughed right into a wall. The doctors said she was lucky to pull through at all.\u201d Wesley swallowed, fingers flexing against the manila folder, still in his lap, testing its weight. \u201cShe was in hospital for three months. When she woke up, she remembered everything before the accident but nothing of what she\u2019d been through. She has her long-term memory but can\u2019t retain any new information. It\u2019s like every night Cordelia\u2019s slate gets wiped clean.\u201d<\/p>\n

It explained it all. The reason Cordelia was reliving the same day all over again, the reason she didn\u2019t remember meeting Angel just one night ago \u2013 all of it \u2013 but still, Angel didn\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n

Why make her relive the day all over again? Why let her believe that it was still a year ago, still the day before a party Cordelia would never attend?<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t\u2026\u201d Angel paused, collecting his thoughts together, \u201cWhy do it like this? Why go to all this trouble to pull the wool over her eyes?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley frowned, looking every bit as if this question was the one that kept him awake at night. \u201cEvery day for a month we tried to tell Cordelia what had happened.\u201d He said, his voice hushed, \u201cOn the days she took it well \u2013 which were few and far between, I can assure you \u2013 Cordelia was confused at best, cried for much of the day. On the days she didn\u2019t, well, I\u2019m sure I don\u2019t have to explain how hard that was. This way is easier.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor who?\u201d Angel looked at Wesley. He didn\u2019t mean to accuse the Watcher of neglecting Cordelia\u2019s best interests and he certainly didn\u2019t presume to know what was best but this, making Cordelia\u2019s life a bitter rendition of the same day over and over again seemed wrong.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you do ten years down the line when Cordelia starts to age a little? When her body changes?\u201d<\/p>\n

As soon as the words were out of Angel\u2019s mouth, Wesley\u2019s eyes blazed. He stood, angrily, knocking the folder off his lap and to the floor. \u201cYou think I haven\u2019t asked myself that same bloody question? This isn\u2019t easy, Angel, and there are more things at stake than just looks, especially doing what we do.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer. He was too busy looking at the contents of the folder Wesley had spilled across the courtyard, wondering if he reached out and touched one, would it make it more real?<\/p>\n

Photos of Cordelia lying in a hospital bed stood out against the grey, dull cement \u2013 her face and head a mass of scars and bandages.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2014\u201d Angel faltered, his words dying in his throat, his poise shrunk down to the head of a pin. It was hard to speak, hard to move. Was that really Cordelia, lying so lifeless? How could his image of her before \u2013 so confident and full of life \u2013 be reduced to that photograph?<\/p>\n

How could he remember her smile, remember the way her heartbeat quickened as she wrapped her arms around him and then see that picture?<\/p>\n

It took all he had not to grab it and pull it to tiny pieces, his heart wrenching in his chest.<\/p>\n

When he forced himself to tear his gaze away, Angel was pinned by a hard look from Wesley. \u201cI think perhaps it\u2019s time you go, Angel. You have your answers.\u201d<\/p>\n

And he was right, Angel realised, looking up to meet similar gazes from both Gunn and Fred. He\u2019d asked his questions, he\u2019d received his answers\u2026 But it wasn\u2019t over. How could it be?<\/p>\n

Standing, Angel met Wesley\u2019s gaze again and said, as softly as he could, \u201cFor what it\u2019s worth? I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stooping to pick up the contents of the folder he\u2019d dropped, Wesley nodded, \u201cSo am I, Angel. So am I.\u201d<\/p>\n

Unspoken was a statement, lying so thick in the air that it started to make Angel\u2019s chest feel tight. \u2018Leave this alone. Leave her<\/b> alone.\u2019<\/p>\n

Wesley hadn\u2019t even said it; hadn\u2019t uttered a word but Angel knew that his meaning was inherent in the set of his shoulders, the grim smile he afforded Gunn and Fred when he stood.<\/p>\n

Angel nodded.<\/p>\n

As he walked up the steps past Gunn and Fred, he didn\u2019t breathe. Most of the time he did it for comfort, he supposed, to remind himself that he wasn\u2019t so different from the people he tried to save.<\/p>\n

It was a familiar exercise \u2013 in, out, in, out<\/i> \u2013 monotonous at times, but familiar. He didn\u2019t breathe until he was halfway across the Hyperion floor and a gentle hand grabbed him by the elbow.<\/p>\n

He turned, faced with Fred, and let out a sigh. \u201cFred?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI-I know what he said. Or didn\u2019t say.\u201d She screwed up her face in consternation, trying to work out what it was she<\/i> was trying to say. \u201cBut\u2026\u201d She risked a look back to where Gunn and Wesley were talking, obviously debating how well that had been handled,<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been around Cordelia for a year and a half, Angel. And vision aside? I ain\u2019t ever seen her smile like that. Not the way she did when she talked about you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel looked at her, puzzled. \u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou seem like the kind of guy\u2014Vampire\u2014\u201d Fred blushed, openly struggling with the politically correct term for a vampire when he was standing in your home, \u201c\u2014You just seem like someone who doesn\u2019t give up on people. I love Wesley, but sometimes I don\u2019t think he can see past the guilt.\u201d<\/p>\n

He watched as Wesley pulled his jacket tighter around him, clutched that folder to him like it were the only thing keeping him afloat. \u201cIt\u2019s not his fault.\u201d Said Angel, quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that,\u201d Fred nodded, \u201cYou know that. Sometimes, I think even the rats crawlin\u2019 in the basement know that\u2026 But Wesley doesn\u2019t. He beats himself up every day \u2018cause he thinks that everythin\u2019 that happened to Cordelia is down to him and\u2014It\u2019s not. He tries to protect her, Angel, but some things he can\u2019t protect her from\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think I can?\u201d<\/p>\n

Fred shook her head, \u201cShe doesn\u2019t need protectin\u2019, Angel. She needs the truth. She needs something other than what we give her every day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you saying\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what I\u2019m saying.\u201d Fred admitted, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. \u201cI just\u2026 I think you could be good for her, that\u2019s all.\u201d She looked behind him to where Wesley and Gunn were coming back into the hotel, her demeanour changing somewhat. \u201cYou should go.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mouthing a silent \u2018thank you\u2019, Angel nodded, not looking back as he headed up the steps and out of the Hyperion.<\/p>\n

\u201cI ain\u2019t ever seen her smile like that. Not the way she did when she talked about you.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

As he walked, Angel turned that sentence over in his head, fighting the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. By the time he\u2019d got back to his dingy little apartment, he\u2019d decided that tomorrow he was going to do something.<\/p>\n

What, he didn\u2019t know, but something.<\/p>\n

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