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In order to find Gunn, first Wesley and Cordelia had to stop at Anne's youth shelter in order to find where he'd gone. Anne explained (in a tone of one who'd become accustomed, over a long period of time, to dealing with stubborn adolescents; Wesley thought of Sunnydale and found himself soundly sympathetic) that he'd taken a pair of friends and a video camera out in the direction of Mid-City, looking for cops.

"Mid-City," Cordelia repeated. "Isn't that a little… gangy?"

…Oh, wonderful.

"I'll start there," Wesley said, turning to go. "I'm on my cell phone if you hear from him."

"Check in with me," Cordelia called after him.

"Right!"

Which was how Wesley found himself on Forty-Fifth Street just off of the 110 Freeway, striding briskly down the street in the hopes of spotting something… when he caught sight of Gunn and two others in the process of being confronted by a policeman.

( That couldn't be good. )

--

( Three or four hours later… )

[[nfi/nfb/ooc cool if you like. warning for gun violence under the first cut omg, and mostly from angel 2x14, "the thin dead line." knowledge of los angeles geography supplied by the majestic

brat_intraining, la.]]

It wasn't until late that night that Cordelia got a call from Gunn. Wesley, as usual, sat and worked on homework while she fielded the call, though half his attention was dedicated to listening in on what she was saying. ( Fandom homework only ever really required so much effort, after all. )

[[nfi/nfb, largely from angel 2x14, "the thin dead line." hi, something i would've posted six hours ago if my friends hadn't KIDNAPPED ME.]]

As it turned out, Cordelia hadn't called because there was some pressing emergency going on. On the contrary, when Wesley arrived at her apartment, it was to join Cordelia and Gunn at her kitchen table, continuing what seemed like about a day's worth of moping.

This lasted for several hours before Wesley stood up, energized by a… fly flying around the room. "What I wouldn't give for a roving band of Prekian demons right now," he announced.

They both turned to look at him. Then he amended, "Without the ritualistic slayings, of course."

( Oh, well, that settled that, then. )

[[nfb, nfi, mostly from angel 2x14, "the thin dead line."]]

Wesley was just in the middle of drafting an email to Giles about possibly borrowing books when something odd happened. His phone rang.

Yes, yes, laugh it up, he was terribly unpopular. But today – today his phone was ringing and it was Cordelia. He answered not halfway through the first ring, sounding nearly manic as he answered, "Yes?"

His eyes went wide. "Oh! You – you do?" They needed him? "You and – and Charles. And you'd like me to – a new agency? Well, yes, of course. I'll be there straightaway." Just as he was hurrying around the room and gathering his things, he made sure to double-check, "Oh – and, er, Cordelia? Would you be all right with my, ah, staying on your couch?"

[[mostly 'stablishtastic, but open before he leaves, if you'd like!]]

Wesley was still finishing up his schoolwork and starting to wonder if he oughtn't get started booking a portal back to Fandom when there was a noise at the front door, and he looked up.

( In which ''beige Angel'' is an ass. )

[[aaaaand done. about half of this is from angel 2x10, "reunion." nfb/nfi.]]

Hours after Angel had gone off after Darla armed with a stake and a vengeance, Wesley looked up from his book -- homework, actually, if you wanted to get bogged down in specifics -- and asked what he supposed everyone was thinking.

( Or started to, anyway. )

[[nfb/nfi and ALMOST DONE.]]

( Unfortunately, it seemed that Angel's plan to go charging off after Darla hadn't been a raging success... )

[[from angel 2x10 "reunion", nfb/nfi. here's where i'd like to swear that i'm almost done, but i'm really just making this up as i go, so who knows.]]

It turned out that finding Darla hadn't really been the problem. Angel had found her without much trouble at all, actually. Brought her to the Hyperion, even. Only to discover that Darla -- four hundred-year-old Darla, human, formerly a syphilitic prostitute from the Virginia colony, yes Wesley did his research -- was now dying of the same disease that had plagued her the first time she was human. And had several months to live.

Angel, predictably, was a little upset ( and had proceeded to shut himself up in the basement over it. )

[[from angel 2x09 "the trial", and nfb/nfi. god i have fucked with this arc's timeline so, so much.]]

Well. It was Darla; now they knew that much for certain. From the sparse report Angel had relayed to Wesley and Cordelia upon his return, it seemed that Darla had killed the man she'd hired to pose as her husband, then fled. Angel had followed her, and... hadn't killed her. That was all he'd said before shutting himself up in his room for the evening.

Today, though, he'd emerged, broody but with a plan, and Wesley and Cordelia as well as Angel's new -- and disturbingly familiar -- associate Charles Gunn dutifully congregated to listen to it.

( ''We have to find her.'' )

[[largely from angel 2x07 "darla," and nfb/nfi. THERE, STEVE, YOU HAPPY?]]

Wesley was fond of Angel. Really, he was. And he quite liked working for Angel Investigations, and it certainly gave him a sense of purpose, but all the same... he had no interest at all in looking for this woman's address. No, while Cordelia might be poring over the telephone book, Wesley was focusing a bit more on something he considered rather more important: looking up Darla herself.

"Having any luck?" Cordelia called over her phone book from the front desk.

Wesley froze. "I'm sorry?"

( ''Luck'' was such a vague word... )

( Not long afterward, the phone rang... )

[[stuff under the top cut is all mine, in a very 'dear god wesley is not holding the idiot ball for this long' sort of way, and most of what's under the second cut is from angel 2x05 "dear boy." nfi/nfb.]]

Well. Much as Wesley might have liked to return to Fandom and spend the rest of his vacation curled up with his girlfriend where he ought to be right now, it turned out that that was not to be. Instead, he, Angel and Cordelia set off for the Franklin Hotel, the site of Mrs. Jeakins' supposed abductions, to conduct, well, a stakeout. Complete with bugs planted on the bar, an earwig in Angel's ear, and a tiny camera in Wesley's hand. It was difficult not to feel a bit foolish.

Though Wesley supposed it could be worse. At least he wasn't in a skimpy waitress getup like Cordelia was.

Fortunately, that sort of costume on him probably wouldn't be terribly helpful to the case. So it was for the best.

( Stakeouts can be fun! But not this one. )

( Seriously, that wasn't fun at all. )

[[still from angel 2x05 "dear boy," and nfb/nfi.]]

After a chaotic autumn and beginning of spring semester, Wesley was glad to remain at Fandom for the break, relishing the relative quiet. After ~~handwavily~~ spending his nineteenth birthday -- and, all right, subsequent day and a half as well -- in his bedroom with Katniss, though, today a call from Cordelia was enough to get him not only out of bed, but out to Los Angeles as well.

"So these are the new offices," he remarked, taking in the hotel Cordelia had directed him to. "Interesting."

"Yeah, yeah, it's all very fascinating," Cordelia agreed. "Look, help me talk to this guy."

( And over to the couch they went! )

[[stuff under ye olde lj cut stolen from angel 2x05 "dear boy," woot. nfi and nfb, la.]]

The last time Wesley had woken up in the hospital, it had been Karla who had been waiting by his bedside. The time before that, Giles. It was fair to say that neither of them had been as intimidating a sight to wake up to as Angel.

"You all right?" Angel asked, right off the bat once he noticed Wesley stirring.

Wesley nodded, managing with some effort to pull himself into a seated position – though more so due to the blankets pulled taut around him than the surprisingly minimal damage he could immediately discern. "Cordelia?" he asked.

"Got slammed with visions of all the pain and suffering in the world at once. Now she's been sedated and unresponsive," Angel answered, not mincing words. He held up the scroll. "This'll fix her?"

"It should," Wesley said, reaching out to accept it from him. "Would you, ah." He winced. "Get me a wheelchair, please?"

( One translation and unbinding ritual later, Cordelia was awake, and the three of them in their newly officeless state set up shop in her apartment. )

[[nfb, nfi, stuff under the second cut up until wes' theatrics taken from angel 1x22 "to shanshu in la," and up early 'cause i may not be at a computer for the rest of the day. aaand done now, yes.]]

As it turned out, the word that had been so difficult to translate turned out to be translatable after all. It wasn't, as Wesley had thought, Aegean, though the syntax had seemed to match up quite closely to the Eteocretan texts he had on file. Rather, it appeared to stem from the ancient Majars instead, making it proto-Hugaric. And it meant...

( ''Death.'' )

[[nfi, nfb. totes taken from angel 1x22, "to shanshu in la."]]

In Fandom, it was snowing today after over a week of holiday-themed festivities, and it was Christmas.

In Los Angeles, meanwhile, neither the weather nor the holiday seemed particularly relevant as Wesley pored over the scroll that Angel had stolen from Wolfram and Hart the week before. He'd managed to identify it – the Scroll of Aberjian – and locate the selection that pertained to the vampire with a soul, but actually deciphering what it said about Angel was proving difficult.

( More accurately, it was proving maddening. )

[[La la la, dialogue mostly taken from Angel 1x22 "To Shanshu in L.A." NFI and NFB.]]

Wesley had the police reports open as he and Cordelia made their way through the halls of her building toward her apartment. No, he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about leaving, nor was he about taking Cordelia back to school with him, but it was clear that Angel was not budging on this matter and Wesley couldn't blame the man for not wanting him around in a situation when he was so obviously useless. He had a bird to take care of, he told himself firmly, and that was that.

Not to mention, of course, that the prospect of going up against whatever Faith was planning was utterly terrifying.

"There was another assault just two blocks away," he reported, squinting down at the page while Cordelia peered over his shoulder. "A fight in a bar, several arrests made, and a woman fitting Faith's description was involved -- however, not arrested."

( Well, it seemed the Los Angeles police force was about as effective as the one in Sunnydale, then. )

[[Warning for mild violence under the cut. Once again, taken and adapted from Angel 1x18, "Five by Five." NFB, NFI, OOC is so welcome! Post four of seven; follows this, this, and this.]]

Wesley was still shaken by the time they returned to Angel's offices, and he was barely managing to keep from jittering as Angel wrapped up his phone call with Rupert Giles.

Faith was dangerous. She hated all of them -- perhaps Wesley most of all, though it felt arrogant to even suspect so. And he couldn't stop remembering the ~~badly-written and difficult to track down~~ conversation he'd had with her future counterpart over a year ago in which she'd seemed to imply that she would do something still worse than her offenses in Sunnydale later down the road. Sharing that with Cordelia and Angel seemed like more trouble than it was worth, but he, personally, was alarmed by it.

( Then Angel hung up the phone, interrupting Wesley's stream of thoughts. )

[[Once again, taken and adapted from Angel 1x18, "Five by Five." NFB, NFI, OOC is so welcome, post three of seven. Follows this and this.]]

As usual, what Wesley had intended to be a brief visit to Los Angeles had ended up stretching longer than expected. Portalocity hadn't been able to book him a portal so late at night without connections during war periods that he'd really prefer not to pass through, so he'd slept on the couch in the office (which was terribly uncomfortable and not something he ever wished to do again). And in the morning, Cordelia received a phone call from a potential client, and Wesley -- well, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to be helpful, even if he did worry about whether he'd left Katniss enough birdseed.

He, Cordelia and Angel stepped out of the elevator of the office building where their client worked, and Wesley had to ask:

( ''I don't suppose you know just what it is we've been hired to do?'' )

[[Once again, taken and adapted from Angel 1x18, "Five by Five." NFB, NFI, OOC is so welcome! Post two of seven; follows this.]]

In the kitchen, Paige applied a bandage to Wesley’s neck.

“That was too close,” Angel said, pacing the floor.

Wesley looked up sharply, inadvertently jerking the cut. He pressed a hand to the bandage, wincing. “I let my guard down,” he said, hoping fervently that Angel would still allow him to continue. “It won’t happen again.”

“You’re not going back in there.”

“Angel!”

Angel shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. He could’ve killed you, Wesley.”

The boy’s father sat up quickly, fixing Angel with fierce eyes. “And my son? What about him?”

The table began shaking, and Wesley clamped his unoccupied hand down on the wooden surface.

“Angel,” he said firmly. “We don’t have much of a choice.” Leaving this the way it was would just be proof that the demon was right. He couldn’t allow that.

From the bedroom came a voice he didn’t recognize. An Irish accent, but not Angel’s. Someone else’s.

( "The good fight, yeah?" )

[[NFB/NFI, OOC-friendly. Some dialogue taken from Angel 1x14, "I've Got You Under My Skin," some mine.]]

This time the drive was even more frantic, but they at least had some information to go on. After a few quick calls to the different Ramsey Hotels in the area, they were on their way to the right one. And Wes wasn't even all that excited anymore, just propelled by adrenaline and intent on doing this properly. And he certainly wasn't thinking about the heroic stories he would have to share with the girlfriend back at school. Or, you know, everyone. Nope, not thinking about that at all.

Finally they reached the hotel and were charging inside. There was a brief dispute with an employee who denied that there was any auction going on, and then they were racing down the stairs to the auction room. The sculpture wasn't anywhere in immediate view -- but there was a storage room just adjacent to it...

( In the storage room... )
After the (surprisingly-successful) fight, Wesley went with Cordelia and Angel back to the latter's apartment to collect some things and also because he was still kind of high on the whole actually-helping-kill-a-demon thing. Going back to school would be pretty lame by comparison -- but he couldn't deny that he was eager to relate this story to as many people as possible.

So back to Angel's place it was, where he slowly packed some things up. And he was kind of waiting for a thank-you. Shh.

( At Angel's apartment... )
[[NFB/NFI, OOC-friendly. preplayed with

life_inshadow as cordelia and

notstakedyet as angel.]]

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Forty-Fifth Street (And Later, A Hospital) | Mid-City, Los Angeles, CA | Late Tuesday Night
Cordelia's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Tuesday Evening
Cordelia's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Tuesday Afternoon
Room 504, Monday Afternoon
The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Tuesday Evening Fandom Time
The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Tuesday Afternoon Fandom Time
The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Sunday Morning Fandom Time
The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Saturday Evening Fandom Time
The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Friday Morning Fandom Time
The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Thursday Afternoon Fandom Time
The Franklin Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Wednesday Evening Fandom Time
The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Wednesday Afternoon Fandom Time
A Hospital And Then Cordelia's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Thursday Evening Fandom Time
Angel's Offices | Los Angeles, CA | Monday Afternoon Fandom Time
Angel's Offices | Los Angeles, CA | Sunday Evening Fandom Time
Cordelia's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Monday Afternoon Fandom Time
Angel's Offices | Los Angeles, CA | Monday Afternoon Fandom Time
An Office Building | Los Angeles, CA | Monday Morning Fandom Time
Angel's Apartment, Some Sea Caves and the Andersons' House | Los Angeles, CA | Night
Hotel Ramsey and Angel's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Night

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Entries tagged with person: cordelia chase

Forty-Fifth Street (And Later, A Hospital) | Mid-City, Los Angeles, CA | Late Tuesday Night

Cordelia's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Tuesday Evening

Cordelia's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Tuesday Afternoon

Room 504, Monday Afternoon

The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Tuesday Evening Fandom Time

The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Tuesday Afternoon Fandom Time

The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Sunday Morning Fandom Time

The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Saturday Evening Fandom Time

The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Friday Morning Fandom Time

The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Thursday Afternoon Fandom Time

The Franklin Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Wednesday Evening Fandom Time

The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Wednesday Afternoon Fandom Time

A Hospital And Then Cordelia's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Thursday Evening Fandom Time

Angel's Offices | Los Angeles, CA | Monday Afternoon Fandom Time

Angel's Offices | Los Angeles, CA | Sunday Evening Fandom Time

Cordelia's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Monday Afternoon Fandom Time

Angel's Offices | Los Angeles, CA | Monday Afternoon Fandom Time

An Office Building | Los Angeles, CA | Monday Morning Fandom Time

Angel's Apartment, Some Sea Caves and the Andersons' House | Los Angeles, CA | Night

Hotel Ramsey and Angel's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Night