{"id":5923,"date":"2015-07-18T18:09:57","date_gmt":"2015-07-18T17:09:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=5923"},"modified":"2015-07-18T19:10:07","modified_gmt":"2015-07-18T18:10:07","slug":"into-the-past-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/07\/18\/into-the-past-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Into the Past. 1-7"},"content":{"rendered":"

Title: Into the Past<\/b>
\nAuthor: <\/b>(Only)Anne<\/strong> \u00a0aka Anneb<\/em>
\nPosted here: <\/b>08\/05
\nEmail<\/b><\/a>
\nRating: <\/b>N-17
\nCategory: <\/b>Time travel
\nContent: <\/b>
\nSummary: <\/b>
\nSpoilers: <\/b>
\nDisclaimer: <\/b>The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
\nDistribution: <\/b>please ask
\nNotes: <\/b>– After everything…but also, before everything. … The WB ‘offcial site’ says that by 1880, the fanged four were in London. Then after becoming well acquainted (what does that mean and how long does that take.)_ Anyway from London, they went to Yorshire, then we jump to 1898- And the soul thing..etc. Well, since the WB was vague on how long the fanged 4 stayed in London, I’ve imagined…and now you all are suffering for it…
\nThanks\/Dedication:<\/b>
\nFeedback:<\/b>Feedback is always appreciated ( how was that for an understatement )<\/p>\n

\n

Chapter One<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cDoes Angel know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI showed him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGreat, he went all broody, didn\u2019t he?\u201d Cordelia glanced up the stairs, which led to Angel\u2019s suite.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe seemed to be in a contemplative mood about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike I said, he went into dark brood mode.\u201d Cordelia shook her head. She scrunched up her face. \u201cI know prophecies come from up high, but they don\u2019t actually have to come true, right.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cForewarned, they can be prevented.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, there you go then. We got the coming attraction, now we just need to do the prevention thing. It can\u2019t be that hard. It\u2019s not like Buffy pops into visit every day. So, we will just make sure that she stays in Sunnyhell where she belongs.\u201d Cordelia said.<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, we don\u2019t know that the Prophecy meant Buffy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia rolled her eyes. \u201cThe vampire with a soul will be damned, his redemption lost, when the mate of his soul, is torn asunder by the demon that lies within? Buffy, duh. Soul mate, love of \u2018grr\u2019 guy’s life, that\u2019s Buffy. And the demon within, well duh to that to. The way I see it is, Buffy stays where she\u2019s at and we make sure that there is no way Angelus comes a creepin. – Viola, bad stuff averted.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are you going?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo make sure that Angel realizes that there will be no more sneaky side trips to Sunnydale.\u201d Cordelia bounded up the stairs.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t think she is right.\u201d Gunn asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know me, English. I\u2019m just muscle you\u2019re the brain.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel loved Buffy, that\u2019s true, but his soul mate? No.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was afraid of that. So, what are we going to do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe won\u2019t leave him. Even if we tell her. Hell, she won\u2019t believe it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel could tell her, make her go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat would assume that Angel would believe it. Both can be extremely blind and stubborn.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gunn nodded. \u201cSo, like I asked. What are we going to do?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley shrugged. \u201cMake sure that there is no chance of Angelus appearing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gunn’s brows rose. \u201cHow could that happen anyway, I thought the two three- letter words were needed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it can be done by artificial means. Albeit it is only temporary, but it wouldn\u2019t take long for Angelus to kill Cordelia.\u201d<\/p>\n

\n

Chapter Two<\/b><\/p>\n

Angel sat in his armchair. Thinking, or as Cordelia would say, brooding. The prophecy had scared him. The idea that Angelus could return and harm\u2026..<\/p>\n

\u201cKnock, Knock, Mr. Brood guy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia, I\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know\u2026You want to be alone with your \u2018thoughts\u2019. Fine I\u2019ll let you get back to them, after we get a few things straight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel brows rose at the beautiful girl\u2019s demanding tone. A slight smile started to form. Angel took a deep unneeded breath and forced his frown back in place. \u201cAnd they would be?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo more sneaking off to Sunnydale. You, Buffy, temptation, pelvic action, love\u2026Angelus\u2026then where would we all be, I’ll tell you where, Buffy torn asunder and you really damned. Not going to happen, not while I\u2019m here. But you got to do your part, no more sneaking.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCordelia I don\u2019t sneak off to Sunnydale to see Buffy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia arched her brows. \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t sneak\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t tell. You snuck.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBuffy\u2019s mother died, then Buffy died, and came back. That\u2019s why I went to Sunnydale, and since you know about those trips, I didn\u2019t sneak.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHmmph, what about Thanksgiving? Remember?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCordy, that was over two years ago, and you sent me there. You had a vision, remember,\u201d he said in the same tone she had.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight, well. After that. You definitely snuck then.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? When?\u201d Angel thought a moment. Okay, maybe he did sneak then. \u201cHow did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI came back from my well earned vacation, hearing that Buffy visited and witnessed the whole rescuing of Faith\u2019s soul bit. I figured that you would be all broody, so I stopped by. You weren\u2019t at your apartment, so where else would you be.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOut killing demons, saving the world.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWere you?\u201d Cordelia\u2019s tone was sarcastic.<\/p>\n

\u201cBuffy and I argued, I just wanted to make things okay again. Okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe, then, but not now. There will be no more running to Sunnydale. Got it. I will not have you risk your soul.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel didn\u2019t know what to say. He just stared.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, and no, taking drinks from strangers. There will be no artificial Angelus making pills or stuff slipped into your blood or whatever. Got it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel just nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood.\u201d Cordelia relented a bit. \u201cPerk up, gloomy guy, Wesley will look some more, I\u2019m sure there is another prophecy that tells us exactly how to prevent it all from happening. I mean what\u2019s the good of a warning if there is no solution. Or maybe, I\u2019ll get a vision.\u201d Cordelia smiled optimistically.<\/p>\n

Angel frowned. He didn\u2019t want Cordelia to get a vision. He hated what the visions did to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, are you all straight on the rules?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Cordelia.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia gave a smart nod. \u201cGood, because, I have to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAudition.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel\u2019s frown became even deeper. He hated that Cordelia willingly put herself in the position to be insulted by those Hollywood jerks.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, don\u2019t frown so. It\u2019s a dish washing liquid commercial. How bad can they insult my hands?” Cordelia glanced at her nails. \u201cDamn, that Laxus demon, it made me break a nail. I better hurry, if I want to get it fixed. Angel\u2026.\u201d She looked at him sternly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will not run off to Sunnydale or accept anything from strangers.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia nodded again and smiled. \u201cSee ya.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel watched as his seer ran out of the room. Cordelia thought she knew him so well. And for the most part, she did. But on one issue, she didn\u2019t have a clue.<\/p>\n

Buffy was not in danger or the danger. Wesley and Gunn thought he was blind; he wasn\u2019t, just unsure and scared. And now even more so.<\/p>\n

Because, Angel knew that his soul mate wasn\u2019t Buffy, but Cordelia, the young beautiful woman that had so completely taken over his life, heart, and soul. Angelus could not, would not touch her, Angel vowed.<\/p>\n

\n

Chapter Three<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know Lilah, it sounds a bit far fetched to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

The tall brunette rolled her eyes. \u201cAnymore farfetched than the things we have attempted before. I tell you, the spell will work. It\u2019s been verified.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI still don\u2019t see why we just don\u2019t kill her.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lilah grimaced. She couldn\u2019t believe that she missed Lindsay. But this new guy was just plain stupid. She spoke slowly. \u201cThe prophecy calls for the demon within Angel to kill the seer, we do it, nothing happens, well nothing but having one pissed off vampire with a soul on our doorsteps. No, Angelus has to kill Angel\u2019s soul mate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why not just bring out Angelus.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou did read his file didn\u2019t you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you must have seen, we haven\u2019t been real successful on that front. No, this will work.\u201d She turned and faced the senior partner that was present. \u201cIt will work.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\n

Chapter Four<\/b><\/p>\n

Cordelia jumped back as a car\u2019s horn blared at her. She glanced up from her newly repaired nail and glared at the speeding off car. Cordelia couldn\u2019t decide if she wanted to get the commercial.<\/p>\n

Well, of course, she wanted it. But if she got it, then that would mean more time a way from Angel. And as long as the specter of the prophecy was around, Cordelia didn\u2019t want him out of her sight. She thought about it some more as she crossed the street.<\/p>\n

No it wasn\u2019t worth it, she turned to head back in the direction that she came. Anyway, it was just a dishwashing commercial, not even national. Cordelia would go back and watch over Angel.<\/p>\n

Cordelia was forced to jump back again as another vehicle squealed in front of her. Her glare turned to shock as the dark van stopped suddenly and it\u2019s doors opened. In an instant, she was grabbed and dragged into the now moving vehicle.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the\u2026.who\u2026how dare\u2026.\u201d Cordelia stopped her yelling as she recognized Lilah. \u201cYou bitch.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShut her up.\u201d Lilah ordered. One of the men that had grabbed Cordelia nodded and stuck a long needle into the side of Cordelia\u2019s throat.<\/p>\n

\n

Chapter Five<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat time is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFive minutes later than the fifth time you asked.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel stopped his pacing and glared. \u201cCordelia should have been back by now, she said she was coming back. How long does an audition take?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe she got the commercial and they started shooting right away.\u201d Fred suggested.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not how it works and anyway, she would have called.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAngel, I\u2019m sure she is fine. Probably just stopped off somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy should she be fine, just because the Prophecy calls for Angelus to kill her doesn\u2019t mean there aren’t other dangers out there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not completely dense. I know who my soul mate is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026\u201d Wesley repeated, trying to form a complete thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething is not right.\u201d Angel growled. \u201cWhere was the audition?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley, Gunn, and Fred looked sheepish and shrugged.<\/p>\n

Angel glared at them and went to Cordelia\u2019s desk, looking through her calendar. \u201cBayside Studios.\u201d Angel tore off the sheet and thrust it towards Wesley. \u201cFind the address.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley nodded, grabbing the sheet and the phone book. Angel continued his pacing.<\/p>\n

\n

Chapter Six<\/b><\/p>\n

Cordelia\u2019s eyes opened slowly. She took in her surroundings. This was not good. She was obviously a prisoner in the Wolfram & Hart building. Why, though, that was the question. It had to be another one of their lame attempts to capture Angel.<\/p>\n

She stared as Lilah sauntered in. Cordelia glared. \u201cIt won\u2019t work you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat won\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis trap. Angel will save me and you won\u2019t hurt him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTrap? This isn\u2019t a trap. No, you will be long gone before Angel even knows that you are missing, much less that we took you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia scrunched up her face. She didn\u2019t like the sound of that at all. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo reason, not to tell you. We found a prophecy that will ensure Angel\u2019s eternal damnation. We thought we would give it a whirl.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia started to speak, then stopped. Obviously, Wolfram & Hart found the same prophecy that Wesley had, but they didn\u2019t know what it really meant. Otherwise, Buffy would be sitting in the chair that Cordelia was now tied up in.<\/p>\n

Or rather, Buffy would\u2019ve beaten the crap out of them for trying to tie her up. But, as long as the evil lawyers got it wrong, then there was no danger from the prophecy or to Angel\u2019s soul. No, Cordelia wasn\u2019t going to correct their mistake and risk them getting it right the next time.<\/p>\n

Cordelia squirmed as Lilah came close, untying the ropes. \u201cHave fun.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia glanced up, the questions overcoming her anger. The room darkened and she heard mumbled chanting floating around her. The walls seemed to move, swirling and twirling, creating a black hole. Oh shit, not again, Cordelia panicked as she was sucked through the portal that had formed.<\/p>\n

\n

Chapter Seven<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cGreat, great,\u201d Cordelia mumbled as she got up swiping the dirt off her red silk dress. \u201cJust great. Hmmph,\u201d she grunted. She didn\u2019t want to have to go to the castle and see Groo. \u201cMan\u2026\u201d Cordelia whined.<\/p>\n

She would have to face him and explain that she hadn\u2019t meant that Love stuff. How embarrassing. But, she needed the stupid priest\u2019s books, if she was going to get back.<\/p>\n

Cordelia glanced around. Her faced scrunched up as she noticed the dirty brick walls that surrounded her. She didn\u2019t remember any brick buildings in Pylea. But, then again, she had spent most of her time in the other dimension in a barn, then in a castle.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not like she went exploring or anything. Cordelia bit her lip, glancing around, unease growing in her belly. Exploration or not, she just didn\u2019t think that Pylea had any alleys and she was definitely in an alley. Her nose crinkled, it sure didn\u2019t smell like Pylean. Even the barn smelled better than what she getting a whiff of. It was worse than the LA sewers.<\/p>\n

Oh no, she whined quietly. She wasn\u2019t in Pylea. And while, LA had some nasty alleys, she was pretty sure she wasn\u2019t in LA, either. Cordelia looked at her feet. Why not? She squeezed her eyes shut and clicked her heels together three times. Still didn\u2019t work. Well, she couldn\u2019t just stand there. OR could she? Angel and gang would be coming after her, right. Cordelia turned and stared at the air, which had once been a swirling black hole.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on guys, anytime now. Angel, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia pouted as nothing happened except her stomach growled. \u201cGreat.\u201d Well, she couldn\u2019t just stay here. And Lilah was right; Angel wouldn\u2019t even know Cordelia had been kidnapped, yet. But, he would, and Angel would know that the bitch took Cordelia- then come save her. Cordelia wasn\u2019t exactly sure how, but she knew with a every fiber of her being,<\/p>\n

Angel would save her. He had to, right? \u201cRight,\u201d Cordelia said. But until then, she needed to get out of this gross alley, figure out where she was, and get something to eat. Her stomach growled again.<\/p>\n

Cordelia hesitated as she moved toward the entrance of the alley.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, let this be a dimension that humans and demons live in peace. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cordelia just wasn\u2019t in the mood to go running for her life or go through that slave crap again. With a deep breath, she stepped out and just as quickly stepped back in. It\u2019s okay, those weren\u2019t demons, just people, a lot of unwashed sorry looking people, in bad outfits. Cordelia peeked around the corner. Her eyes stung as a shift in the wind brought even more of the unpleasant stench to her face.<\/p>\n

Oh, this was just nasty. She was in hell. Dirty, smelly and bad clothes, the flames were missing but everything else she imagined hell to be, was sure there. When Angel saved her, Cordelia was going to kill that lawyer bitch for dropping her into the middle of a cesspool.<\/p>\n

Cordelia listened to the voices around her. Yep, English-English, Wesley\u2019s English. Well, not exactly Wesley\u2019s English but definitely not LA English. She stared at the people; she had seen those bad outfits, before. But in the movies, they were cleaner. Somehow, she landed into a dirtier, seedier version of a Dickens\u2019s tale. Why would another dimension copy 19th century England and do it so disgustingly.<\/p>\n

The street was lined with dilapidated, but occupied tenements. Eww, she grimaced as a woman tossed a bucket of foul looking liquid out a second story window. Well, Cordelia figured out where the stench was coming from, or at least where some of it came from.<\/p>\n

Gross. Cordelia glanced further down the road. She saw vendors hawking their wares, everything from food, clothes to flowers, she blinked and themselves, she thought, as she noticed a group of woman beckoning and calling to the men that passed by them.<\/p>\n

Cordelia\u2019s eyes were drawn back to the flower cart. An old woman was filling a basket with the blossoms. The old woman was wearing a cloak that hid almost all of what had to be fashion disaster underneath. Cordelia looked down to her own bright red slip dress. Appropriate for an audition, not appropriate out there. This was not the time or the place to draw attention. She needed some other clothes, or a least a cloak.<\/p>\n

Money, Cordelia needed money. If this dimension was a replica of 19th century England, then it would use money. If she couldn\u2019t have Angel and a rescue, then Cordelia would settle for money, for now. Of course, the lawyer bitch didn\u2019t bother tossing in Cordelia\u2019s purse. Cordelia shook her head. Her purse would\u2019ve been of no use; this definitely was the one place that neither accepted VISA nor MasterCard.<\/p>\n

But pearls worked in any century, her hand grazed the necklace around her neck, Cordelia would have to just hope that they worked in this dimension. Okay, this neighborhood had to have a pawnshop of some sorts. But, how to get there, without being propositioned or arrested for indecency.<\/p>\n

Cordelia glanced around, her eyes widened as she saw a makeshift clothesline drawn out between two buildings. She didn\u2019t know why the person even bothered; those clothes and rags weren\u2019t clean. But, there was a cloak.<\/p>\n

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