Who: Angel, Cordelia Chase, and Kathy McAvera What: Cordelia meets Angel's little sister. When: Following Kathy's resurrection. Where: The Hyperion Hotel Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Her headache had finally started to fade following the vision of the small girl in the lab at Wolfram & Hart. Granted it had taken four ibuprofen, an ice pack, and locking herself in her room for some total peace, quiet, and sensory deprivation, but at long last the headache was going away. Now if she could just figure out why she'd gotten one to begin with, she'd be happy.
Oh, granted, visions accompanied with pain wasn't anything new for the Seer. But it had been a while since she'd felt any and, with her shiny new demonic status, she shouldn't be feeling any now. Which meant that there was something Not Right going on and she was determined to find out what it was.
As of right now, Cordelia had two theories. Theory one was that it was just this vision that had caused her pain. Possibly because the PTB wanted to make certain she paid extra close attention to it, meaning that the girl featured in it was likely important in some major way. Or there was theory two. Somehow, some way, her powers were no longer keeping the pain at bay and she was once again going to be reduced to the girl who dropped things, drooled on herself, and eventually died while having a vision.
Personally, she rather preferred the first theory a whole lot more.
Unfortunately, now that she had theories, Cordelia had to figure out a way to prove one of them correct. The only way to really do that was to wait for another vision, since she wasn't keen on paying another visit to the PTB anytime soon if it could be helped. So rather than sit around and worry herself into another headache while waiting for flashes of someone in danger, the brunette instead made her way to the office and began catching up on a few things that needed catching up on.
This, of course, was also her way of staying busy and trying to keep her mind off of the fact that Angel was currently off taking care of the vision that had caused her such agony. Yes, Cordelia would admit it. She was worried. Just because Mantis had removed the heartache she felt over losing Angel to a younger, perkier Buffy didn't mean he'd removed her feelings entirely. She still cared for Angel a great deal, if only as a friend with whom she'd gotten horizontal a few days earlier, and a comrade in arms. So she was worried that this trip to Wolfram & Hart was going to end in some kind of disaster. Or that the girl would turn out to be special in a way that wasn't necessarily good.
With a heavy sigh, she frowned at the file in her hand and dropped it back onto the desk. "Well," she announced to the empty office, "this is just stupid. I'm going to call him. If he's busy, he won't answer." Reaching for the phone, she snorted. "Of course, he probably won't answer even if he isn't busy. I mean, this is Angel we're talking about. Or, I'm talking about. To myself. By myself." She hung the phone back up. "Ugh. I have so got to get a social life or something."
Returning her attention to the file, she was halfway through the first paragraph when she heard the telltale sound of someone entering the lobby. On her feet and out of the office in an instant, she hesitated by the counter and watched as Angel came through the door that led to the basement... along with the girl from her vision.
"Finally," she greeted them, flashing the girl a smile before pinning Angel with a look. "Seriously, would making a call to let me know you're not captured be that hard to accomplish? And don't feed me that whole 'the sewers don't get reception' thing either, because we both know there are at least two access points that..." Trailing off, she frowned suddenly at the look on his face.
Taking a step closer, her voice went from snark-filled to concerned in less than an instant. "What's going on?" she asked flatly.