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Angel. (broodypants) wrote in wariscoming,

This wasn't the craziest thing that had ever happened to Angel. He'd driven through portals before and ended up in entirely different worlds, where the sun had no effect on him and demons lived in a feudal society with humans as their slaves and vamping out turned him into a mindless monster. Compared to that, ending up in Kansas was pretty tame.

Or at least, it had seemed tame at first. Until a barista at a coffee shop told him to check into a message board on his PDA, and he discovered that all the crazy shit was just happening under the surface. Like, for starters, Cordelia being there and not back home in a coma. And Buffy being there, but having arrived from over four years ago so her last memory of Angel was breaking up with him. And Connor being there from the damn future, where he apparently remembered Angel and had possibly killed Sahjhan and helped take down Wolfram & Hart? It was more than Angel could wrap his brain around, and he wished he could be everywhere at once, because he really needed to see all of these people to make sure it wasn't just some crazy trick being played on him.

But he didn't know how to get to any of them, anyway, so he just sat there and waited for Cordelia to come to him. He'd guzzled down two large coffees with added shots of espresso -- at least the cash in his wallet still worked here -- and was just about to start in on the third one when she got there, so between the caffeine and the anxiety about his loved ones... he was just a little jittery.

She was about halfway to his table when he picked her scent out of the crowd of unfamiliar-smelling strangers around them in the coffee shop, and he jumped up in slightly nervous but mostly excited anticipation. "Cordy!" As soon as she reached him, he leaned in to hug her; he wasn't usually big on hugs, but the last time he'd seen her, she'd been unconscious in a hospital bed, so that merited some affection. Plus there was the caffeine. "You are a sight for sore eyes," he told her, giving her another squeeze before pulling away to get a better look at her.

That was when he noticed that something was off. She didn't look like she had in the coma, or even before the coma. It was the hair, mostly, but also just something about the way she carried herself. Familiar, just not recent. And if Buffy could be from the past -- if he could be from Connor's past -- he frowned a little. "We're not from the same time, are we?"