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Who: Buffy, Cordelia, Anyone Else? Date: Evening of April 23… 
29th-Apr-2009 09:56 pm
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Who: Buffy, Cordelia, Anyone Else?
Date: Evening of April 23
Rating: PG
Summary: Buffy runs into Cordelia. They do the catching up thing and all that good stuff.

She wondered if she would have to start saying 'y'all'. Of course, she had no idea how long she was staying here. Could be another day, week, or even year. So, the fitting in? Not exactly necessary, but her bright blond hair and California-esque style tended to catch the eye. She wasn't used to it anymore. After her hometown collapsed in on itself, she was staying pretty low-key in the world as more and more Slayers started popping up around the globe. Being the 'original' Slayer, she was kinda sorta in charge of them all. Willow had even given her a name-plate which read 'Boss of Us'; apparently Xander had made it for the witch a few years earlier.

And the whole being in charge thing? She was so over it. With a zillion girls to control, find, and train (not to mention the rogue slayers), she was a bit in over her head. She had spent the past year traveling, training, and more traveling and frankly, she was exhausted. And here she was, traveling to Louisiana. And surprisingly, it was her own suggestion. She had read about the rise in vampire numbers in the south and well, she had to check it out. It was a lot harder to hunt them nowadays since their rights were practically protected by law, but she was still the Slayer.

She'd read reports of more of them drinking this synthetic blood, but she wasn't convinced. She had known too many vampires--some a little too well--and knew how much they just loved the taste of real blood. How long before the nice vamps got sick of drinking fake stuff and opted for the real thing? She guessed it was going to be sooner than later, especially reading about a few vampire 'accidents' in the paper. Accidents? Puh-lease. She knew better and the world should too.

So, here she was. Wandering around an empty cemetery with a stake up her sleeve. Carrying around the scythe was a little too obvious lately and most people didn't know who she was or what she was. Low profile, that was the key here. And if she could keep it up, she might be able to stay here for a while. Maybe find a job. A non-vampire or non-supernatural boyfriend, even. Hell, she needed a vacation, anyway. How far was it to Florida from here?

Buffy let out a sigh, moving out of the cemetery and onto the lamp-lit sidewalks. She felt her stomach give a slight growl. Why did slaying--or lack thereof, really--always make her so hungry?
30th-Apr-2009 03:35 am (UTC)
Cordelia walked down the sidewalk warily. She'd never been to New Orleans before, and in addition to the humidity--which she could only imagine wasn't going to do her hair any good at all--there were a lot of people wandering the streets after dark. And she knew from Phantom Dennis they weren't all human.

Of course, she could've figured that out herself. She'd been born and raised on a Hellmouth, after all. She kept alert, walking tall and keeping her hand closed around the stake in her jacket pocket. Just in case. When she caught sight of a blonde woman exiting the cemetary across the street, she frowned a little.

And when the woman walked under the street lamp, her eyes widened. "Oh, no way."
30th-Apr-2009 03:43 am (UTC)
Buffy moved down the street, trying to resist the accusatory eye she tended to fix on everyone after dark. Telling the vampires from humans was growing harder and harder, even with her handy 'spider-sense'. Of course, she generally received glares or an eyebrow raise from those passing by after the sun had set.

Making any friends or even finding that non-supernatural boyfriend seemed more and more like a ridiculous idea. She wasn't here for that, anyway. And hey, she had a phone if she really needed to talk to anyone.

As she approached a figure who seemed glued to her spot on the sidewalk, she was ready to maneuver around her until the face finally registered in her brain and could tell the same thing was happening to the woman. Cordelia? Holy crap and a half.

"Cordelia?" she blurted out, a little louder than she had intended, matching the other woman's confused and wide eyes. "What are you doing here?"
30th-Apr-2009 03:50 am (UTC)
"Here I was about to ask you the same thing." Cordelia stared at her. "Wait. Vampires. Right?" She shook her head a little. "I hear there are a lot of them here." She finally managed to pull her eyes away from her high school nemisis and looked around the darkened street.

She drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "This place creeps me out a little," she admitted. "And I've only been here a couple hours."
30th-Apr-2009 04:08 am (UTC)
Buffy shrugged her shoulders at the mention of vampires, "You guessed it. What else?" she said, almost lazily. With a nod, she said, "Yeah, they're numbers are increasing, so I'm here to find out why. And to obviously take in the sights," she added with a hint of sarcasm.

She noticed Cordelia's apprehension and couldn't help but agree with her, for once. "Try being here for a couple weeks. It definitely takes some getting used to," she paused, taking in her last statement, "A couple hours? Did you just fly here or something?" She wondered why Cordelia Chase of all people would randomly be wandering the streets of New Orleans.
30th-Apr-2009 04:14 am (UTC)
"Uh, no. Not exactly. At least I don't think so," she responded uncertainly. "I just sorta...woke up in a motel room a few blocks from here." She shifted uncomfortably. "You've been here a couple weeks? Is this another Hellmouth? And who's watching over Sunnydale?" Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
30th-Apr-2009 04:36 am (UTC)
Buffy's brow arched firmly upward at Cordelia's declaration. Waking up in a random hotel room in a random city? That didn't exactly scream anything good. She decided to leave that to later and answer her questions.

She shook her head, "Nope, no Hellmouth. And no one's watching over Sunnydale since it kinda doesn't exist anymore. About a year ago, we had a big apocalyptic battle, yadda yadda yadda, Hellmouth pretty much collapsed in on itself and poof, no more Sunnydale." Well, that was definitely the nutshell version.
30th-Apr-2009 01:42 pm (UTC)
Cordelia gaped at her for a moment, then looked upward. "Nice that you guys keep me updated. Geez." Rolling her eyes, she looked at Buffy once again. "You'd think since I've been working for the Powers That Be the last few years, they'd at least have the decency to let me know that my hometown was gone."

1st-May-2009 02:49 am (UTC)
At first Buffy thought Cordelia was talking to her and was ready to apologize or look a little miffed, she hadn't decided. But, she was ready with a resounding, 'Well, you didn't tell me anything about what was happening in L.A.!' until she mentioned the Powers That Be.

"Wow," she said at first, obviously baffled by the fact that Cordelia was such a different person, maybe even supernatural now, "Working for them? In what way? I thought they were all, you know, up in the sky, controlling our fates or whatever."
1st-May-2009 02:58 am (UTC)
She sighed softly. "They send me visions. Of people in trouble. People that..." She hesitated a moment. "Angel is supposed to help. Or, was. I don't even know if I still have them now." Cordelia frowned a little.
1st-May-2009 03:03 am (UTC)
Her eyes went wide because, frankly, she was impressed. And the mention of Angel caused her to swallow an invisible lump in her throat. She resisted the urge to ask about him, for now. "Wow," she said, "Sorry, I keep saying that. It's just--wow. I mean--well, wait, what do you mean, you don't know if you still have them? Has it been, like, a long time since you had one or something?" She didn't know how visions worked and felt kind of dumb for asking so many questions. This is what she got for never doing the 'slayer homework' Giles assigned in reading form.
1st-May-2009 03:07 am (UTC)
A faint smile tugged at her lips. "Yeah. You could say that. I've been kind of...out of commission for awhile." She met Buffy's gaze and held it. "You wanna get something to eat? I'm starving. Maybe we can catch up?"
1st-May-2009 03:10 am (UTC)
Buffy shrugged her shoulders, figuring if Cordelia wanted to elaborate, she would sooner or later. At the mention of food, her expression seemed to light up, despite the darkened streets. "God yes," she said, "That's where I was headed." She pointed a few blocks ahead, "There's a nice restaurant up there."
1st-May-2009 03:19 am (UTC)
"Cool." Cordelia walked alongside her, feeling somehow both confused and comforted at Buffy's unexpected appearance. She and the Slayer had never been best friends--far from it--but it was nice to see a familiar face. Especially considering she had no idea what kind of world she'd been returned to. She didn't even know how long she'd been dead. "I have a strange question to ask you."

She glanced at Buffy sideways. "Uh, what year is it?"
1st-May-2009 08:54 pm (UTC)
As they walked, Buffy could tell Cordelia was feeling a little tense, though she couldn't understand why, until she brought up the strange question. She paused mid-step, looking at the other women in slight confusion. "You really don't know?" she said, "It's 2009."

She suddenly felt a strange sense of deja vu, somehow remembering she had asked a similar question when she had returned...from the dead. How long was I gone? Finally, she could not longer stand the curiosity getting to her, "Cordelia, did something happen to you?"
1st-May-2009 09:02 pm (UTC)
Cordelia froze in her steps, staring at her wide-eyed. "2009?" Now she was officially overwhelmed. For a moment she found herself unable to comprehend Buffy's question. She'd been dead for five years?

Her expression was blank as Buffy's words finally caught up with her brain. "I've been dead."
1st-May-2009 09:06 pm (UTC)
Buffy was physically taken aback at her words. Apparently no one in her life was ever gone for good. Why was that strangely comforting to her? Death was never the end for people in her world.

"I know the feeling," she said, almost lightly. "If it makes you feel any better, you haven't really missed anything." Boy, that was the truth.
1st-May-2009 09:09 pm (UTC)
She looked at her with raised eyebrows. "I haven't missed anything in five years? Kinda hard to believe. I mean, Sunnydale's gone." Her eyes suddenly widened with alarm. "Did everyone make it out okay? Giles? Willow?" She paused a moment. "Xander?"

Her mind began to spin. Was Angel still in L.A.? Was Angel Investigations still open? How were Fred and Wesley and Gunn? So many unanswered questions, she didn't know where to start.
1st-May-2009 09:15 pm (UTC)
"Oh, right," Buffy said. Of course, a ton had happened in their world, but the world at large? Not really. Minus the fact that vampires were 'out of the coffin.'

"Yeah, Giles, Will, and Xander made it out okay. Anya and Spike didn't," she said it so matter-of-factly it didn't feel real anymore, like none of it had actually happened. "Actually, Spike was the one who turned Sunnydale into a crater to save the world, but that's a really long story."

She saw the expression turn to panic on her face, knowing who she had spent the most time with in Los Angeles, "As far as I know Angel's okay....I was actually going to ask you about him, but I guess I don't need to now."
2nd-May-2009 02:45 am (UTC)
Cordelia caught Buffy's arm, her eyes still wide. "Buffy...Spike's not dead. Well, I mean he's a vampire so he's dead, but he's undead. Again." Her eyebrows furrowed a little.
2nd-May-2009 03:17 am (UTC)
Buffy stared at Cordelia for a moment, her mouth parting slightly. "Excuse me?" she said, anger rising over the shock in her voice. She wasn't mad at Cordelia, not at all. She was mad at Spike. Why the hell didn't he tell her he was alive--undead--again? That's generally a thing you tell someone you claimed to have loved.

"A phone call would have been nice," she huffed out, "How did you know and not me?"
2nd-May-2009 03:22 am (UTC)
"Well, he was in L.A. Working with Angel and the gang." Cordelia studied her for a moment. "I assumed someone had called."
2nd-May-2009 03:38 am (UTC)
And now another piece of angering information. Angel knew too? And he didn't tell her Spike showed up? Of course, since he was Mr. Jealousy when he had come to give her the amulet, she wasn't surprised.

"Nope, nobody," she sighed in irritation, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose, "I guess I shouldn't be expecting any less of either of them."
2nd-May-2009 03:48 am (UTC)
"Well...I don't know about Spike, but...in all fairness to Angel? There was a lot going on," she said quietly as they started to walk toward the restaurant again. "I don't even know all of it, but..." She shrugged a little. "I'll fill you in on what I do know. If...you want."
2nd-May-2009 05:53 pm (UTC)
Buffy nodded slightly, understanding the commitments. While Angel was apparently running some evil law firm, she was finding and training slayers around the world, so she didn't have much time to catch up with anyone. But, that didn't mean she didn't have a phone. And although she still trusted Angel, the rest of the people in her life were much warier of where his loyalties lay.

"Sure, I know a little bit, but not much," she said, "So, fill away."
2nd-May-2009 06:05 pm (UTC)
"Well. Guess the only way to do this is...to start at the beginning." She led the way into the restaurant they'd agreed on, and when the hostess seated them, she looked across the table at Buffy.

"About a year after I went to L.A., Wolfram and Hart resurrected Angel's sire. They thought that it would drive him over the edge." She looked down at the table. "Nearly did. See, they didn't bring her back as a vampire."

Cordelia leaned forward a little. "Buffy, they brought her back as human."
3rd-May-2009 04:25 am (UTC)
Buffy took a seat, sucking in a breath as Cordelia started her tale, not really knowing what to expect. She didn't know the details of Angel's life in Los Angeles, despite the few times they did meet up, obviously finding it too painful to admit they'd moved on at all.

As she listened, Buffy remembered Angel's sire clearly, shooting at her in the Bronze in a school girl outfit before Angel staked her, to save her own life. That was when she knew she loved him. Of course, she knew she loved him from the moment she saw his angelically handsome brooding face, but that was beside the point.

"Darla?" she spat out. "They brought Darla back? Oh jeez. Nobody stays dead anymore," she said with a slight eyeroll, "No offense. I mean, I didn't either. Twice." She shook her head, "Nevermind, what happened with that?"
3rd-May-2009 04:33 am (UTC)
She smiled a bit at Buffy's annoyance, then took a drink of the water the waiter had brought her. "Well, she messed with his mind for months. And just when Angel thought he was actually going to be able to help her ease back into human life...Drusilla showed up. And turned her into a vampire. Again."

Cordelia shook her head a little. "Which, I just have to say is all kinds of messed up. I mean, first Darla sired Angelus, then Angelus sired Dru, then Dru sired Spike...then Darla got dusted, and came back and Dru sired her. It's just weird."
3rd-May-2009 04:42 am (UTC)
Buffy wondered if Drusilla had showed up in Angel's life around the same time she had shown back up in hers, trying to recruit Spike, despite his government chip. It would make sense if she was trying to get the 'family' back together again.

She shook her head, ordering a margarita before commenting on Cordelia's words, "Don't even get me started. That vampire family, or whatever you wanna call it, is so twisted, I can't even keep it straight."

When the waiter returned with her drink, she took a few sips, "So, lemme guess, Angel tried to kill Darla again."
3rd-May-2009 04:55 am (UTC)
"Tried being the operative word." She tensed involuntarily. Her memories of that particular time period were anything but fond ones. "He felt really guilty for being unable to stop Drusilla. He tried to stake Darla before she woke up from being dead, but Dru stopped him. And then they took off and went on a killing spree--at a Wolfram and Hart party." She grimaced a little. "They killed a bunch of the lawyers. And granted, they were evil, but...Angel had a chance to stop them and he didn't."

She drew in a breath and sat back in the booth. "When we found out--me and Wesley and Gunn, that is...we tried to talk to him about it. Convince him that he was heading down a dark path, but...he didn't wanna hear it. So he fired us."
3rd-May-2009 05:19 am (UTC)
As Buffy listened and sipped on her drink, she wasn't all that surprised by what Cordelia told her. Angel had made a mistake, well, lots of them actually, and so had she. And stuff that happened a few years ago, granted, it was important stuff, seemed so far away now.

"Well, it is makes you feel any better, I had to fight an evil hell goddess who tried to use my sister as a mystical key to open up a bunch of dimensions to destroy the world," she said, trying to make light of what a horrible and terrifying situation it had been. Not to mention, that was the year she had lost one of the most important people in her life; her mother.
3rd-May-2009 05:24 am (UTC)
Cordelia fell silent for a moment, gazing at her, then letting her gaze drop to the table. "Yeah. Willow filled me in." She paused. "I was at your funeral."
3rd-May-2009 05:37 am (UTC)
Buffy's eyebrows went up in surprise. For some reason, she had never thought about her own funeral. She never thought about who had come, what they said, how people behaved; it was an eerie thought. She took a much longer drink of her margarita.

"Right, funeral," she said after a moment of silence. She visibly shuddered, trying not to remember the oh-so-vivid details of waking up in her own coffin, punching through it, and crawling out of the ground, "Anyway, what happened in your neck of the woods after all the funeral stuff?"
3rd-May-2009 05:46 am (UTC)
"Well, Angel went to Sri Lanka for three months trying to deal with his grief." Her voice was soft. She left out everything about Pylea. It wasn't relevant at the moment anyway. "The rest of us ran the agency til he got back."

And here came the part she wasn't thrilled to have to hash out again.

"And Darla came back a couple months later. And...she was pregnant."
3rd-May-2009 06:27 am (UTC)
Buffy nodded, "Right, he told me about his Sri Lanka thing...We met up after he found out I was, you know, not six feet under." She pushed the memories of their secret meeting to the furthest reaches of her brain until the part where she brought home fried chicken for her friends and family.

Of course, she wasn't exactly prepared for the next revelation. Thankfully, she had nothing in her mouth at the time or it would have surely sprayed all over Cordelia's face. With wide eyes, she stared at her blankly for a moment, before the confusion hit her, "Pregnant? How? Vampires can't get pregnant. And who the hell was the father?" Judging by the tone in the other woman's voice, she probably could have guessed.

She began to violently shake her hand, "No, no, no. He couldn't be the father. Because that would mean he had slept with her. And he's a vampire and has a soul. And-and...ew."

(OOC: For your next comment, you should do 'post a new comment' since this text is getting really squished against the side.)
3rd-May-2009 01:53 pm (UTC)
"Tell me about it." She grimaced, taking a drink of her water and sighing softly. "But yeah. Apparently it was some big prophecy. Angel has a son. His name's Connor."

And here was where things got really difficult to explain. "You can probably guess that the son of two vampires was something of interest to certain groups and individuals. Wolfram and Hart, for one. But uh...someone else wanted Connor even more than the law firm from hell. His name was Holtz. Back when Angel was evil, he and Darla killed Holtz's entire family. Somehow Holtz got hooked up with a demon named Sanjhan and the demon like, froze him in time or something. So when Connor was born, this demon unfroze Holtz and he came after Angel. And Connor."

Her eyes grew distant, sad and she looked down at the table. "Sanjhan opened a portal to a hell dimension and Holtz snatched Connor and disappeared."

She deliberately left out Wesley's involvement in the entire thing. Angel had forgiven him eventually, and Wesley and the others' memories had been wiped. There was just no need to go into that. And her loyalty to Wesley still ran deep.
3rd-May-2009 11:03 pm (UTC)
Hazel eyes grew bigger and bigger at each revelation. "A son? Connor?" Sounds Irish, Buffy thought and found it strange to be the first thought marching through her brain at the fact that Angel had a son. 'Holy crap' didn't quite cover it. For some reason, this was even more startling than Darla being pregnant.

She sucked in a breath as Cordelia proceeded to explain more. Catching up was really an understatement where they were concerned. Cordelia had lived through probably just as many apocalypses as they had in Sunnydale and had just as many crazy things to explain.

"So, he doesn't have a son anymore? I guess that's why he didn't mention it to me," And there was a hint of bitterness in her voice. Okay, yeah, Angel's life was his business, but big life things, like oh say, having a KID seemed like something you might mention to someone.
4th-May-2009 01:04 am (UTC)
"Apparently when I was in the coma, Angel had everyone's minds wiped of all memories of Connor. Except mine. And his own." Her voice was quiet.
6th-May-2009 03:14 am (UTC)
Stunned, Buffy nodded slightly, "Wow," she said, "I keep saying that. It's just so much has happened over there. Have you talked to any of them since you, uh, got back?"
6th-May-2009 03:20 am (UTC)
Cordelia shook her head and looked down. "No. I haven't. I can't, actually." Her voice was quiet.
6th-May-2009 07:46 pm (UTC)
Buffy watched the other woman's reaction, brows raising in slight surprise. She wondered if there were some sort of rules after coming back from the dead. After all, Buffy was different when returned, of course, she could still talk to her friends, despite the fact they were afraid of talking to her. It was an awkward few weeks until she accidentally sang her true feelings. Woops.

"Why not?" she asked, sipping on her drink again. "Are there some weird rules you have to follow?"
7th-May-2009 12:37 am (UTC)
She paused for a moment. "This is gonna sound crazy, but..." She offered Buffy a smile. "All things considered, I think you can probably handle it. I had a ghost in my apartment in L.A. He was friendly and everything. His name was Phantom Dennis."

Cordelia took a drink. "Well, when I woke up here, Phantom Dennis was in my motel room. Except now I could actually see him. He told me he was sent to be my--" She made quote marks with her fingers. "--guide and that I couldn't contact Angel. That we're on different paths for now."

She shrugged a little. "So that's why."
16th-May-2009 09:17 pm (UTC)
(OOC: Sorry for delay! I had finals this past week and have just been insanely busy.)

Buffy couldn't help but smile a little, but maybe it what the cocktail finally getting to her lightweight self. "A ghost?" she said, nodding along, "That sounds...handy, actually. I mean, if he, like, got the remote for you or turned off the light after you were all cozy in bed," she let out a slight laugh, "Okay, now maybe I'm crazy."

She nodded along as Cordelia continued to speak, eyebrows raising in surprise at the fact that her ghost was talking to her, "I see," she said, "I guess that makes sense. Angel is running his little world in L.A." She sighed, "My people, all the slayers and stuff and the scoobs, kinda have a hard time trusting him right now, especially with running evil incorporated. But, I know he's still Angel; he's just, like you said, on a different path right now."
18th-May-2009 02:37 pm (UTC)
(ooc: No worries! I knew you had finals and you're in the process of moving! No apologies necessary ;))

"You're not crazy. Phantom Dennis was pretty much the roommate of my dreams." She smiled a bit, but it faded at the mention of evil incorporated. "He's still running Wolfram and Hart?"

Cordelia sighed and finished off her drink. "I was hoping he'd realize it wasn't the place for him, but..." Her voice trailed off, and she stared at her glass.
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