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[fredburkle]

After the awkward time with Wesley, I started cleaning up the hotel lobby. Regular soap and water wouldn't touch the mess, but when I added bleach, it came up like a dream. Too bad I couldn't have doused myself with bleach...wait, not too bad. I finished cleaning up the lobby when Charles came strolling through the front doors. He saw me with the

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[_wes_pryce_]

I glance at the jam on the floor, and then at Cordelia flailing about. I can't help it, it's just to amusing and there hasn't been much to laugh about. At all. For weeks. Bringing up my hand I try to stifle my laughter while eying the tea. "Such a waste of perfectly good jam." I wonder if they have scones here.

I grab a can of earl gray just as Cordelia nearly slips again. I can't help it. I've been tortured, shot, got my throat slit. Do you think I'm afraid of the wrath of Cordelia Chase? Hell no, not anymore. At least not enough to stop me from laughing. Hard. It's been to long, it actually hurts, but I'm laughing so hard I'm gasping for air, holding on to the cart.

"Oh dear lord, that's just hilarious. You'd have made a wonderful comedy actress, Cordy." She glares at me and that only makes me laugh harder. Trying to calm down as several people are looking at is, I put the tea in the cart and wipe my eyes. "Right," I snicker, clearing my throat. "Are you sure you don't need anything else?" I try to swallow another snicker, it's not really working.

[divinecordelia]

I stand at the end of the aisle as Wesley goes into a fit of laughter, laughing so loud that people are coming to the end of the aisle and looking down at him. Most wander off shaking their heads, some laugh and walk off, me? Oh no, I'm hacked. I whip around and cross my arms, glaring at him.

"Comedy actress? Comedy? I'm about to go horror on your ass if you don't stop laughing like a jackass." I snap and he tries to quiet down, still snickering as we walk along. He asks if we need anything else and he starts in again, snicker turning into laughter, laughter into hysterics. We are standing in the middle of the store, one of us an apparent raving lunatic. I reach over in the dairy case and pull a can of whip cream down, pop the cap and tap him on the shoulder. He looks up mid laugh and I spray his face with whipcream and smirk, dropping the can in the basket and pushing off toward the front.

"Have some cream with your scones." I call over my shoulder, a smirk on my face.

[_wes_pryce_]

What the bloody hell? Blinking I wipe my fingers over my face and then into my mouth. Oh not bad. Needs more sugar though. Getting out my handkerchief I clean my face and look around. Odd, people seem to be edging away. I wonder what brought that one. Well no, not really.

"Cordelia?" I wait until she's turned around and glares at me. "Do you have enough money with you?" She looks confused for a moment but then nods. "Good, good," I nod, giving her a far to innocent smile. Turning around I my my own grab into the dairy section. Payback in this case is a british man who's not that repressed anymore.

"I've always wanted to do this. What the hell." Grabbing a one of the small pastries I move over to Cordy and tap her on her shoulder. I wait until she turns around and smirk at her. "Ever heard the phrase 'what goes around, comes around', Cordelia?" Before she can answer I smash the whip cream and chocolate pasty in her face.

Licking it from my fingers I look at her innocently. Which is hard, considering the smirk on my face. "I think we've everything. Don't you? Sweetheart?" Nodding at the people who are staring at us I grab the cart and start to move again. They probably think we're insane. They might not be far off.

[divinecordelia]

Wesley asks if I have enough money and then he disappears, leaving me in the longest line of the century. People are still moving away from us, guess we must look like freaks. Me all jammed up and Wesley all whipcreamed up, it actually made me smile. It was fun, and I hadn't had fun in a long time. I feel a tap to my shoulder and I turn around, the sensation of cold and colder smashing against my face. I open my eyes as the chocolate and whipcream run down my face in blobs.

I think we've everything. Don't you? Sweetheart?

"Oh this is war Wesley, this is war." I smirk back at him and wipe the mess from my face, flinging my hands to the floor, chocolate flying everywhere and people start yelling. "OH shut up you babies, it's chocolate." I grab the front of Wes's shirt and wipe my hands on it, watching as he looks at me in horror.

"I saw we get out of here before they arrest us or mob style our asses, what do you think?" I smile sweetly and move up in line as if nothing had happened, we reach the cashier and she is looking at us like we are crazed. Hell, I think Wesley is now. I'm stuck with Crazy and Crazier between him and Faith. Fred, thank god Fred was here and didn't get hurt at the Hyperion. I grab up a bag and push one more at Wes as we head out to the car. I can feel the whipcream stiffening in my hair and I look at him with a scowl.

"Next time I'm bringing Faith." I say as I pull the car door open and toss the bag into the backseat. "And that's saying a lot."

[_wes_pryce_]

I just realized I've no fresh clothes with me. As fast as I had to come here, I only packed weapons and books. Wonderful. I look down at my shirt and scowl at Cordelia. "Crazy woman," I mutter. She's the one who started this dammit. Dropping jam and spraying around whip cream.

Taking the bag she pushes at me, I nod innocently at the people who are staring at us as if we're crazy. Turning around I wait until Cordy is out of reach, or at least I think she is and, lean a bit closer to the crowd. "She's pregnant. Hormones. What can I say," I shrug at them helplessly. They all nod suddenly and give me sympathetic looks. Oh good, at least we can come back here again. I think.

Following Cordelia out to the parking lot I scowl at her. "Oh yes. That would be amusing. Maybe she can tie you up in the frozen section and and have 'fun'. Or you know...vice versa." Quickly ducking any slaps that might come my way, I put the bag into the trunk. "I need clothes," I mutter, looking down at my quite ruined shirt.

[divinecordelia]

My eyes widen as he says his little comment about Faith and the frozen food section. I move to smack his arm and he dodges, I slam the trunk after he puts his bag in and he looks at his shirt. Whiner.

"Boo hoo Wesley, maybe you shouldn't have smacked me in the face with a pudding pie or whatever that was." I look over at him and give him a look. "Honestly, if you think I'm going anywhere but back to the motel to wash my face and hair... you're crazy. Get in the car, we'll get clothes later." I move to the door and get in, starting the engine up as he climbs in. I look at him and he has dried whipcream all over his face, his glasses are nearly covered with spots of it. I smile and just start to laugh insanely, gripping the steering wheel a snort leaves my throat which only makes me laugh harder.

"That was fun." I manage to say between gasping and laughing, tears rolling down my face. "You have whipcream all over your face, do you know that Mr. Wyndam-Pryce?"

[_wes_pryce_]

Taking off my glasses, I try to clean them with my shirt. I look down and frown. Well, that's pretty useless. Looking up I give her an amused look. "I do believe that's the case Miss Chase. Although you seem to be covered with it as well. Along with some chocolate and jam." Thank goodness she didn't hear my little remark in the grocery store.

Reaching out I wipe some chocolate from her tear stained face with my handkerchief. "You look rather delicious, Miss Chase. That's quality chocolate." As if Cordelia would take anything less. Nothing but quality for her and it suits her. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm down my own laughing. Wiping the tears from my own face I suddenly wonder how hysterical we both sound. I don't care, we both needed this.

Giving up on cleaning my glasses I put them in my pocket and laugh. "Well my shirt is a lost cause. I'll clean it up as best as I can and get something new." Anything will do, I don't care. "We can't go running around looking like this." As amusing as it might seem. Or talk to Dawn like this for that matter.

[divinecordelia]

You look rather delicious, Miss Chase. That's quality chocolate.

I cracked up at the corniness of this moment, I mean really come on. We are in the parking lot and we are howling with laughter in the car because we covered one another in dessert material. Except the jam, I look down at my legs and they are sticky with red goo. We finally calm down enough to sit gasping to catch our breaths. I look at him as he talks about his shirt again, and I roll my eyes.

"Do you think going shopping for clothing is an issue with me? Please, I just try not to make a habit of strolling into Kohl's with pudding on my face." I wink at him and back the car out of the parking spot, driving us back to that hole in the wall. I look over at Wesley and smile at him, then I think....

"Did we really leave Fred alone in the motel room? Faith may show up, are we that... dumb?" I step on the gas a little bit and speed toward the motel.

[_wes_pryce_]

Holding onto my seat I blink and turn to look at her. "Cordy, calm down. I left them a note. Fred knows about Faith and I'm sure Angel told Faith about Fred." I hope. Besides, Faith is not so stupid she'd attack anyone in our hotel room without asking first. Right? Right.

"Would you please drive a bit slower? All we need now is to be haul-" I've not even finished my words or there's a siren behind us. I turn to look out the window and there's a police man on a motorcycle waving at us to move the car over. He's waving rather annoyed. "Did you miss a red sign?" She wasn't speeding that hard was she?

"Oh bloody marvelous. Well done, Cordy." Groaning I sink lower in my seat and sigh. Just what we needed. How are we going to explain this. I could go with the pregnancy ploy again. But that would mean actually saying it out loud in front of Cordelia. I may not value my life much at the moment, but I don't actually *want* to die.

[divinecordelia]

I groan as I see the sirens in the rearview mirror, pulling over obediantly. I look at Wesley as he starts freaking out, I pop open my bag and pull out my lipgloss, applying some calmly.

"Wesley, shut up. Look normal and I'll handle this." I smile and turn in my seat, putting my arms up on the edge of the window. "Officer, how are you today? Did I do something wrong?" I offer him a polite smile and watch as his face softens.

"Cordelia Chase... why I haven't seen you since you were knee high to a grasshopper. Knew it was you when you popped your head out, look just like your momma." He smiled sweetly and tucked his ticket book back in his leg pocket. I smiled up at him and read his badge name, because to be honest I had no freakin' clue who this creepy cop guy was.

"Officer Daniels, of course! Wow it has been a long time, how's Chrissy?" I smile, being thankful of remembering his daughter's name. She was the little geako freako who wore homemade knitted sweaters and floods, only they weren't the stylish version of floods. "Was I speeding or something, I swore I wasn't."

"Oh no, you just have a tail light out, you should get that fixed. Head on down the the garage downtown and tell them I sent you, they'll fix you right up." He smiled and tapped the top of the car. "Nice seeing you again Ms. Chase, take care and drive safely!" I watched and held my breath as he walked back to his bike and pulled off.

"Oh. My. God." I let my breathe out and looked at Wesley. "That was so fucking lucky. That could have been ugly, very ugly. Wes... Wesley breathe, relax, you're going to hyperventilate and then pass out if you don't." I reach over and tap him on the arm, he blinks and looks at me.

[_wes_pryce_]

"Cordelia! Language, really!" Christ that was close. I'd have loved to see Faith's face when she and Fred would've come to get us out of jail. No, really, I wouldn't of course. Want to see that face. Besides, she can't. Come get us out of jail that is. She's an escaped convict herself. Still, we'd have never heard the end of it.

Rubbing my hands over my face, I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Alright." Sitting up straighter I put my hand over hers and squeeze. "Actually, face the police is nothing compared to facing of with Buffy and Angelus. We'd better go see Fred, hope Faith is back and see about moving to the Summers house. Then we need to go see Dawn."

I glance down at my shirt and wrinkle my nose. "After we've changed." I frown and look back at her. "I'm sorry. I was already assuming you'd go with me to tell her. I've not even asked." How very presumptuous of me. "Well, we'd best get going. At a normal speed if you don't mind." Giving her hand a last squeeze I flash her an innocent smile and turn back in my seat.

[divinecordelia]

We need to go see Dawn, yes I knew that was coming. Wasn't expecting Faith to break down and tell Dawn that her sister is dead, hell I didn't even want to do it. I nod my head and put the car in drive, driving the speed limit back to the motel. I park and we get out, retrieving the bags of food and moving to the door.

"Let's hope when we open this door we don't see Faith strangling Fred." I say as I slip the key in the door and push it open. Fred's sleeping on the bed and the rest of the room is the same. "Guess she's still out and tramping about." I set the bag on the dresser and pull out the container of donut holes, busting into them. I fish through the bag for the container of chocolate milk, and poured myself a glass.

"What?" I asked with a mouthful as Wesley looked at me oddly. "I know, not a typical Cordelia breakfast. Sue me, I'm stressed out okay." I sit at the table and continue munching on the small left over remnants of the donut. They're pretty good, I shove the container toward Wesley.

"Eat some, make some tea. I'm sure the bathroom tap water will get hot enough. Something's telling me that there is no Continential breakfast in the lobby here." I wink at him and take a drink of chocolate milk. I look at Fred, glad she's safe and alive to be truthful. I wish she weren't here though. I wish none of us were.

"Can we really re-ensoul them Wes?" I ask quietly, rolling a donut hole between my fingertips before shoving it in my mouth.

[_wes_pryce_]

Tea? I'd rather have a whiskey. Did we buy whiskey? And if not, why not? Rummaging through the bag I sigh when I don't discover any whiskey or something of the sort. Bugger.

I blink at Cordelia as she drinks chocolate milk. That's... Well, I guess there's a first time for everything. And right now everything is balls up anyway so why not. Grabbing a donut from the package I sit down on the other chair and pour myself some chocolate milk as well.

I glance over at Fred who's still sleeping. On one hand I wish she hadn't come here. But at least now I know where she is, we can keep an eye on her. I do suppose we should call and warn Gunn and Lorne. Just in case. And Connor, Gunn will have to look after the boy. Werther he wants to or not dammit.

"Yes, Cordelia. I really think we can. You've seen Willow do it before with Angel." Only Willow is in England. Coming down from a magical breakdown. Who knows when she'll be able to do that sodding spell. And I'm fairly certain I'm not strong enough for such a spell.

"It'll be fine," I muster up a smile for her, reaching over to pat her hand. Biting down on my donut I wash it down with the chocolate milk and sigh. Yes, everything will be fine.

Dawn will be heartbroken. Giles already is. Cordy is hurt and devastated, and I don't know what to do about that, other then bring back Angel. Willow nearly destroyed the world. Faith is on the loose and I've no idea how to get her to listen to me. Fred is hurt and here and I don't know if we can protect her. God only knows how Xander and Anya are going to react. And we've lost Buffy and Angel. When we bring them back? Angel will fall even deeper into his pit of guilt for turning Buffy. And Buffy? I don't really want to think about that.

Everything will be just...dandy.

[fredburkle]

I heard movement and noise in the room, so I rolled over and saw Wesley and Cordelia talking. I listened and didn't say anything. Could we re-ensoul Angel and the rest of them? If anyone could, we could.

But the question was, would Angelus let us? I'd never seen Angelus in action before, but Wesley told me stories. And from what I knew of Angelus, he would stop at nothing to keep us from putting Angel's soul back.

Things were going to be hard and people were going to die. If we were quick about re-ensouling him, not too many people would die, but if it took time...the body count would steadily rise over the coming days.

I closed my eyes and wished things were back to normal. I wished we were back in Los Angeles and nothing bad had happened and we were all still running Angel Investigations. When I opened my eyes, I was still in the hotel room and I realized I had to face reality and help where I could.

I sat up on the bed and gave them a small smile, "We'll re-ensoul him...we have to." I took a breath and sighed and then really looked at Cordy and Wes, "Uh...um...what...what have you guys been going?"