Hyperion Hotel, Los Angeles, A World That Still Has a Sunnydale, Thursday Midday Fandom Time

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Kennedy

The thing was, even with everything they'd managed to track down so far, the new Council library consisted of about half a Billy bookshelf's worth of tomes and the occasional photocopy. Aside from being a problem whenever they needed to do research (because no, Willow, you still couldn't find absolutely everything on the Internet) it was... a constant source of sadface-wibble for Willow. And Kennedy was a complete sucker for that sadface. Big surprise. It made her shake her head at herself as she checked over the crumpled list she'd been carrying around in her pocket and compared it to the stack of books Wesley had supplied. "I think that covers all the big ones for now," she told him, gratefully. "I know Giles'll be happy to have that thirteenth-century demon encyclopedia." It wasn't an encyclopedia, Kennedy, god. "And this one?" She tapped a particular spellbook she'd set aside from the main stack. "I know someone who's gonna make all kinds of happy squeaky noises when she sees this."

Cordelia	"Did not need to hear that!" Cordelia called from the kitchen. Yes, thank you, Cordelia.
Wesley	Wesley gave a small, exasperated little sigh at the interruption, accompanied by an eyeroll, then turned back to smile at Kennedy. "Glad I could help," he said. "Though -- really, it's not an encyclopedia; if you flip through it, you'll see it's really got much more commentary and personal accounts than would really make sense in one. It's more of a... catalogue, I suppose." Helpful.
Kennedy	"Oh, please," Kennedy yelled back at Cordelia. "I have so not even begun to TMI." "So an encyclopedia on knowledge-y steroids, then," she concluded, because she was incorrigible like that. "Point is, helpful, and also awesome."
Wesley	"Excellent," said Wesley, taking a seat on the couch. "I trust you'll let me know if there's anything else you need?" Glancing in the direction of Angel's closed office door, he added a bit more quietly, "He's been rather more generous than usual lately since returning to the team. Best to take advantage of that."
Kennedy	"Wes, do you know me or not?" Kennedy chided mildly. "Like I don't know how to work that kind of situation? Still, the heads-up is appreciated. I'll check in back home, see if there's any more requests." She paused. "Except Andrew's unicorn. I keep telling him that's off the table."
Wesley	"Andrew?" Wesley asked, raising an eyebrow.
Cordelia	"Tucker's brother?" Cordelia called.
Kennedy	Not being a Sunnydale native, Kennedy had missed out on the whole "Tucker's brother" thing, but at least from where she was sitting (she hoped) Cordelia couldn't see her Look of WTF. "Yeah, he's our resident nerd. God, I wish I hadn't explained Fandom to him." One of her few lasting regrets in life was trying to put an end to one of Andrew and Xander's arguments by informing them that Space Battles had it all wrong according to some people she'd known at school. It had all just gone downhill from there.
Wesley	"I take it he had a great deal of questions, comparisons to films, that sort of thing?" Wesley guessed. Yeaaah, probably for the best that he didn't mention the fact that when he'd gotten to Fandom, he'd about had a field day with all the research there was to be done on interdimensional nexuses. Because clearly he was far cooler than Andrew, and not a nerd at all. Nope.
Kennedy	Totally not a nerd at all. Right. Keep telling yourself that, Wes. "Oh god, he never stops," Kennedy grumbled. "Also, who runs a Dungeons and Dragons game the night before the apocalypse? Like, how does that help keep the world from ending?"
Wesley	...right, that did sound a little weird. "It... boosts morale, I suppose?" Wesley guessed. "Though if I remember correctly, some people started something of the sort the last time Fandom experienced a major crisis. There was quite a bit of shouting involved."
Kennedy	Kennedy blinked a few times. "...oh yeah, I heard that was a thing." NEVER TELLING ANDREW THIS. "But you're allowed to keep the mental image of Giles playing, too."
Wesley	Wesley had to snort at that. "Giles? Really?" Come on, that mental image was priceless. "Well. I'm sure he was -- quite a help to the cause." Oh, yeah. His wounded dwarf had been a huge asset to the team.
Kennedy	"Hey, so not an expert. Don't ask me," Kennedy replied, holding her hands up. "You're welcome for the hilarity, by the way." She took a moment to look around the hotel, appraising. "Pretty sweet setup you guys have going here." Nowhere near as swanky as the corporate offices she remembered from the time she'd spent in her L.A., granted, but it was all... cool and atmosphere-y.
Wesley	"Well. Better than Cordelia's apartment, at any rate," Wesley commented dryly (despite Cordelia's protest of "Hey!" from the other room). "We worked out of her kitchen for several weeks," he explained to Kennedy. "Sharing a workspace with a restless ghost while sorting through files wasn't quite the best experience I've ever had." "I'll have you know," Cordelia said, stepping back into the lobby and pointing one finger at Wes, "that Dennis was very hospitable."
Kennedy	"Your apartment has a friendly ghost in it?" asked Kennedy, blinking a couple of times. "Damn. Where can I get one like that? 'cause one of these days Willow's gonna get sick of me leaving my socks all over the floor." Was that a bad habit she could be bothered to break? Not really, no.
Cordelia	"Oh, he came with the place," Cordy said brightly. "But I totally recommend getting one. He is totally good at passing me loofahs when I need them." ... "Thank you for that visual," Wesley remarked.
Kennedy	"Yeah, thanks," Kennedy agreed absently. What? She could totally objectively decide it was nice. "So, hey. Any chance of getting some slaying in while I'm here? Like actual slaying, not training patrols that turn out badly..." She turned a mischievous look on Cordelia. "Ever hear about that story?"
Lorne	But before Cordelia could answer, right on cue, the door opened and a colorfully-dressed green-skinned demon stepped in. He was not for slaying, though. SORRY. "Oh, hi, Cordy, Wes, new girl," he said brightly. Then he hooted, "Angel! You here?" Angel's office door opened and he stepped out. For the first time since Kennedy had shown up. Wasn't he friendly? "Lorne," he said, nodding by way of greeting. "Am I happy to see you," Lorne said. "You're still a knight for hire, yeah? Well, I'm hiring. I need you to kill something. I suppose you want the particulars, so here they are: it's called a Drokken." Wasn't timing awesome?
Kennedy	Oh, watch how Kennedy completely perked up right then, which might have been a good thing for all concerned since she'd have started giving Angel a hard time about being mysterious and elusive like some kind of mythical beast. (Look, she'd barely met him in her own world, either.) Or how Spike's description of him was pretty accurate. Imagine how well that would have gone over. Really. "And hello with the well timed possible stabby," she said happily. "It's like we scripted this. Which, hi, L.A." Um, Kennedy? That wasn't addressed to you.
Lorne	"You said it, honey," Lorne said, holding up a Hand Of Sass. As he spotted Wesley reaching for the stack of books he'd just given Kennedy, Lorne cut him off, "Oh, you won't find it in your books. It's not from any world you ever heard of." DRAMA.
Angel	"How'd it get here?" Angel asked, pretty reasonably if you asked him.
Lorne	"Portal," Lorne answered shortly. So you knew it was going to get elaborated on, because... Lorne. Not much with the speaking shortly. "Right in the middle of my Steve Wonder tune. Totally threw me off, and you know how I hate to disappoint an audience. But I digress. What's important is that you kill this Drokken, and-and this part I can't stress enough: kill it you must." Again. DRAMA.
Kennedy	"Um," Kennedy interjected. "I was kind of on board from the first time you said it, but maybe a 'why' would be nice."
Lorne	Always with the sensible, Kennedy. "It trashed my club, my clientele," Lorne complained. So clearly it was a vicious killer.
Kennedy	Kennedy crossed her arms and looked at Angel with a raised-eyebrow, impatient expression of Well? Like, could they get to the fighting already?
Angel	Angel steeled his shoulders. Well, fine, they'd been pretty steeled already, but there was some extra steeling going on now. "Okay," he said to Lorne, completely not paying attention to Kennedy, oops. "We can start at Caritas, do a circular search -- say, one mile in diameter -- keep moving out and hope we get lucky, huh?"
Cordelia	Cordelia cleared her throat. "Angel," she said, and gave a barely perceptible nod in Wesley's direction.
Angel	...right. Taking the cue, Angel cleared his throat. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to step on your toes, Wesley." Don't anybody judge the vampire deferring to an eighteen-year-old. No judging.
Wesley	"Quite all right," Wesley said, clearing his throat.
Cordelia	"Wesley is kind of our new leader now," Cordelia hissed for Lorne and Kennedy's benefit.
Lorne	"Well, it's been a long time coming," Lorne commented, turning to Wes. "Congrats." Then to Angel: "And kudos to you. Nice choice of conductor to lead your symphony." He turned back to Wesley. "So what do we do now?"
Wesley	Oh, right, he had to actually come up with something. "Well, ah..." Wesley started. "Angel's right. Barring more promising leads a circular search pattern for the beast seems best." He gave a nod to prove his (questionable) certainty, then turned to Kennedy. "Sound all right?"
Kennedy	Kennedy raised an eyebrow at Wesley, half congratulations, half impatience. All things considered it sure seemed like this change of leadership had gone a lot better than the one she'd... okay, helped along. Right. If he was in charge, she wasn't going to undermine his leadership this time. "On it. Just tell me what to look for."
Cordelia	And Lorne was just about to do that, really, except that then Cordelia was doubling over and clutching her head. So... not so much.
Lorne	"What's with her?" Lorne asked, taking a step back.
Kennedy	Yeah, yeah, girls in distress, Kennedy darting over to check on her, it was a thing. "Jesus! You okay?" Um, obviously not, but points for concern here?
Cordelia	It was another moment before Cordy surfaced, but when she did it was pretty forceful. "Why does everyone always ask me that? Do I look okay?" she snapped. Then she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and said, obviously with total sincerity, "Sorry. Vision."
Wesley	Wesley reached out to set a hand on her shoulder. "What did you see?"
Cordelia	Cordelia squeezed her eyes shut. "A woman. She was at the public library. I think she works there. She was reading a book." Scary stuff, yo.
Kennedy	Terrifying, even. "You had a vision about someone reading in a library," Kennedy echoed dubiously, then glanced at Wesley. "This isn't like a Special Collections thing, is it?"
Cordelia	Cordelia pressed her hand against her forehead and shook her head. "There was a -- an opening behind her," she continued. "Something magical -- a portal."
Wesley	"A portal," Wesley repeated. "Like the one from which this Drokken beast materialized in the karaoke bar?"
Lorne	"We -- we don't know that for a fact," Lorne objected a bit weakly, looking nervous.
Wesley	"Right," Wesley said, ignoring that and standing up to gather his things. "There's our connection. Lorne, you and Cordelia and I will go to the library. Angel, Kennedy -- find the Drokken. All right?"
Kennedy	Huh. Interesting. Kennedy headed for the small stash of weapons she'd brought along with her and started to pick through her options. "So totally more than all right." Oh, wasn't Buffy just going to love this? "C'mon, tall dark and broody, I wanna get my slay on."
Angel	Angel looked briefly alarmed. "Your what?"
Wesley	"Just an expression," Wesley said hastily, shooting Kennedy a meaningful look. You know, the kind of look that said I haven't quite explained the timeline wackiness yet. Responsible, Wes. "Well! Let's be off, then."
Kennedy	Oh, Kennedy was going to hurt him for this. Later, because hi, priorities, things to kill. "Going," she singsonged half under her breath, already heading for the door.

So. There were seventy-two library branches within Los Angeles city limits. Of those seventy-two, Cordelia was able to rule out about half due to being in the wrong sorts of neighborhoods (the library from her vision had a "cozy" sort of vibe, she explained), and another third or so for being either too large or too small. Still, that left them more than twenty branches to go through, and Cordelia seemed to be determined to take the slowest and most traffic-ridden route possible. So by the time Wesley, Lorne and Cordelia reached the sixteenth library on their list, the Stewart Branch, the project was no longer the blast that one might have expected.

Lorne	"You know, call me crazy," Lorne observed, "but I'm finding this go-out-find-evil-go-home pattern to be a little patterny. Snoresville. Next time why don't we do something fun?"
Wesley	Wesley glanced at Cordelia, noticed that she seemed completely unwilling to field this one, and took one for the team. "Like what?"
Lorne	"Elton's in town next month," Lorne said, in the certain sort of tone that implied that he'd been intending to bring this up for a while. "What do you say, you two and me, back row seats?" When they only blinked at him, he continued, "Mr. Elton John hits the first few keys of 'Yellow Brick Road,' I defy you not to feel like the only other person in the room."
	And Wesley was totally going to respond to that, really, except that then he was interrupted by someone gasping loudly and nearly colliding with Lorne. Or, well, other way around, really. The Lorne inspired the gasp.
Lorne	"Hi," said Lorne, turning on a truly impressive smile. "How are you?"
Librarian	"You're... you're..." Comprehension dawned. "You're here for the children's reading program!"
Lorne	Relieved, Lorne nodded. "Yes. Yes, I am," he confirmed.
Librarian	"It's not until tomorrow morning," the librarian pointed out, straightening out a stack of books in her arms.
Lorne	"I know, I know," Lorne conceded, feigning embarrassment. "I can never perform without checking out the space first, to get a feel for the room."
Librarian	"Oh," she said, blinking at him once or twice before deciding that story passed inspection. "Well. The kids will flip over your costume. It looks so authentic!" At Lorne's appreciative nod and thank-you, she smiled and pointed him down the hall. "The reading area is down that way. Just take a left." Lorne set off in the direction in which she'd pointed him, and as she turned, she spotted Wesley and Cordelia. "If you're planning on checking anything out, you've got about five minutes," she warned them.
Cordelia	"Actually," Cordelia said, taking a step forward, "we're looking for someone who I think works here." Thinking back to her vision, she tried, "She's -- tall. Got long brown hair down to about here--" she indicated a spot just above her waist -- "wears glasses, pretty..." When the librarian didn't immediately react, Cordelia added, "Oh! And she wears a locket, shaped like a ball or -- or an apple, I think?"
Librarian	Yep, that did it. "An apple?" the librarian repeated sharply. "Fred wore one of those."
Wesley	"Fred?" Wesley repeated, immediately curious.
Librarian	"Winifred," the librarian clarified. "But -- everyone called her Fred." She bustled around to behind the counter, where she extracted a flyer and handed it over to them. "She disappeared five years ago."
Cordelia	"This is her," Cordelia whispered, taking in the flyer.
Wesley	"Can you -- tell us anything about her?" Wesley tried hopefully.
Librarian	The librarian looked briefly puzzled. "She... worked here in the library with me," she said. "She was studying to be a physicist..."
Wesley	Well, that was very interesting, but... "Maybe about the day she disappeared?" Wesley prompted.
Librarian	"Oh!" Yes, that would be something to touch upon. "It was creepy. One minute she's cataloging in the foreign language section and the next minute she's gone!"
Wesley	Much like Wesley and Cordelia, actually. Because as soon as they heard 'foreign language section,' Wesley offered a polite, "Thank you for your time" and quickly hurried with Cordelia in the direction of the area in question.
Cordelia	In the foreign language section, there wasn't too much to go on. At least, at first, while everyone was browsing around. "This is it," Cordelia said after a moment, turning in a circle. "This is where I saw the portal in my vision."
Lorne	And then in came Lorne through a side entrance, bearing a stack of children's books. "This reading room -- to die for," he announced. "Great stage, rocking chair, fabulous colors. I'm tempted to just show up tomorrow morning with Barry Plodder." Beat. "What have I missed?"
Wesley	"The girl's name is Fred," Wesley murmured. "She's--"
Cordelia	"This is it," Cordelia said suddenly, holding up a book she'd just removed from a shelf. "This is the book that Fred was holding in my vision." Gingerly, she opened it to the title page -- and paused. Because its title, apparently, was SCRQWRN.
Wesley	Wesley pronounced the title -- or tried to, anyway -- as his brow furrowed. "What sort of language is that?" he asked, mostly to himself as he peered over to examine the book in Cordelia's arms more closely.
Cordelia	Cordelia, however, was apparently less interested in the language and more interested in where -- and when -- it had come from. "Last checked out May 6th of 1996," she read off the card in the front, "and returned May 7th of 1996."
Wesley	"The day she disappeared," Wesley said softly.
Cordelia	Oh, it was weird, all right. So weird, in fact, that Cordelia flipped to a new page and started sounding out the words that were written there. Because honestly, what kind of language looked like this? "Crv dr pff lr ploos pls, vs strp umpt pls plsrts in uft frm plrtz..." she began. "Yeah, Pat, I'd like to buy a vowel."
Landok	Except that instead of a vowel, what she got instead was a giant blue portal opening up not three feet away and depositing a tall, green-skinned demon onto the floor before them. Would that do?
Lorne	Cue a theatrical gasp as Lorne stared at this guy. "Landok?" Lorne demanded. "Is that you?"
Landok	"Can it really be you? Krevlornswath of the Deathwok clan?" Landok returned, equally stunned. So... yes. "What is this place?"
Lorne	"It's called Los Angeles," Lorne explained, looking uncomfortable as he shifted from foot to foot, "and this isn't exactly one of the hot spots." Said the guy who ran a demon bar. Okay, so his standards were a little high.
Landok	"Is it a prison?" Landok asked, raising his sword. Yes, he had a sword. "Are these your captors?"
Lorne	"Whoa, hold it there, big fella," Lorne advised, holding up both hands. "These are my friends. Cordelia, Wesley -- this is Landok."
Landok	"Landokmar of the Deathwok clan," Landok clarified, taking a small bow in the others' direction. He failed to notice the staring.
Cordelia	But the staring was there. Oh, yes, there was staring. Like from Cordelia, who paused in the staring for just long enough to observe, "There's that Deathwok clan again." Observant, wasn't she? "Does that mean the two of you are...?"
Lorne	"Yeah," said Lorne, looking just thrilled about this revelation, really. "Cousins."
Landok	"Your vanishing was a great mystery to our clan," Landok announced, sheathing his sword. "It was hoped that you had sought atonement by forfeiting your life in the sacrificial canyons of Trelinsk."
Lorne	Aaaand the staring was being directed at Lorne now! And he did notice it. It was lovely, really. "Long story, boring, wouldn't interest you at all," he said hastily to Wes and Cordelia, waving it off. Then with a clap of his hands, he said, "Well, it's been fun, Landok, but we have to skeedaddle. You'll be just fine. New people come to LA all the time and manage to find their way around." And then he turned to go. Because come on, like you'd never tried to escape an awkward family reunion.
Landok	"Were you abducted into this world as I was?" Landok interrupted him.
Lorne	Lorne hemmed and hawed for a moment before ultimately conceding, "I came through a portal, yes."
Landok	"Then we will find a path back to our home Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan," Landok concluded decisively. "We will return together."
Lorne	Lorne gave a sheepish smile. "Not so fast, cuz," he cautioned. "Don't know about you, but my ticket was strictly one-way."
Landok	Landok looked appalled. "You will not return home to remove the shame that you have visited upon your life-giver?" he demanded. "Your mother's burden is terrible."
Lorne	"Misses her little green boo, does she?" Lorne asked, sounding entirely less than interested. Then with a laugh that even deaf people would say sounded fake, he said, "Hey, is anyone else feeling peckish? How does Italian sound, huh?"
Landok	Landok gave a solemn nod. "She rips your images into tiny pieces, feeds them to the swine, butchers the pigs and has their remains scattered for the dogs." Theirs was a special family, clearly.
Lorne	"Sounds like Ma," Lorne said nervously. Then, a bit urgently as he turned to Wes and Cordelia: "How about this -- you pick the place. I'm game for anything." Like, really. Now.
Landok	"Does your cowardice really know no limits?" Landok asked, disgusted.
Lorne	Lorne looked a bit shamed for a moment, then said somewhat more quietly, "The nice people don't want to hear about our family issues."
Cordelia	"Sure we do!" Cordelia corrected him brightly.
Wesley	"Yes," Wesley agreed, tilting his head slightly in the manner of one expecting a bedtime story. "Let's hear about the cowardice and shame."
Lorne	Lorne turned to fix Wesley and Cordelia with a look of You're not exactly helping, then whirled back on Landok. "Okay," he said. "For your information: not a coward. In fact, I was just getting ready to go join some other friends on a Drokken witch hunt. Now, if you'll excuse us..."
Landok	"There is a Drokken nearby?" Landok asked immediately. "I will assist in the kill." Because he'd totally been invited, and all. Oh, wait.
Lorne	"Find your own Drokken," Lorne bitched. Maturely.
Wesley	Wesley, on the other hand, was being a bit more practical. Sorry, Lorne. "Do you know how we can kill it?" he asked Landok.
Landok	"A weapon dipped in thromite will suffice," Landok pronounced. "Or in its absence, a mighty blow. It is quite strong and fast, very difficult to hit."
Wesley	"Two friends of ours have already gone to find it," Wesley said slowly. "I could contact them, find out where they're located now to see if you might be able to join them."
Landok	"I will track it and lend my assistance," Landok declared. "Provided that Krevlornswath accompanies me."
Lorne	Lorne's expression in response to that would not have been out of place on someone who had just been instructed to kill a puppy. When Wesley and Cordelia looked so certain in what his answer would be, though... "Oh, all right," he grumbled. "Let's go."

Kennedy	Okay, so killing the Drokken had been fun, and Kennedy was still riding the post-Slay rush of it by the time they got to Caritas. ...seriously, a Magic Box in Sunnydale, and now Caritas here? Really? She felt like something was missing without the zombie band, though. "So, after we get him home, can we get me home?" she asked, drumming her fingers against the bar. "'cause I'm kind of starving, and, um." Post-Slay rush. Stopping riiiiiiiiight there before Cordy got on her case for TMI again.
Wesley	"Yes?" Wesley prompted with some mild concern, looking up from the book he'd just been poring over. Look, someone had never gotten the 'hungry and horny' speech. Which was for the best, really, because no one needed that much flail in the world.
Kennedy	Kennedy just raised both eyebrows at him and cleared her throat. "Do you really want me to finish that sentence, or do you love having all your blood rushing to your face?"
Wesley	And look, there came the blushing! Right on cue, even. Way to go, Kennedy! "Er," Wesley said, forcibly deciding not to think about it because even if it was fascinating from a guy-who-used-to-study-Slayers-for-a-living perspective, it was also extremely weird and creepy. So. "Right. Ah. Never mind, thank you." And back to the book it was!
Cordelia	"You're a little evil, aren't you?" Cordelia remarked, mildly approving.
Kennedy	"I have my moments," Kennedy said cheerfully. "Plus, it's not my fault he makes it easy."
Angel	"Can we try to stay on task here?" Angel said. Someone was maybe a little pissy at having been upstaged in the Drokken fight, yes. "Wesley, how are you coming with this portal?"
Wesley	Looking up from the book again, Wesley cleared his throat. "Right," he said. "Well. If the incident in the library is anything to go on, just about any passage should do. Landok, if you'll just stand -- where was it that you said that the Drokken appeared?" he asked, turning to Lorne.
Lorne	"There," Lorne grumbled, pointing to the stage. "Center stage. Talk about upstaging me." Bitter and overflowing with family issues? Who, him?
Landok	Landok made his way over to the indicated point, but not before delivering some parting words. "To defeat the Drokken, you must be brave and noble warriors," he intoned, looking first to Angel and then to Kennedy. "I am happy to know you."
Kennedy	Hey, Kennedy hadn't meant to, Angel! Just because it was funny when he got pouty didn't mean she'd done that on purpose. God. "It's a thing we do," she said, lifting her chin in a gesture of acknowledgment, "so you're welcome and all that, but hey, keep talking. I'm cool with it." Don't, Landok. That ego needs no further help.
Wesley	Landok opened his mouth to do just that, but Wesley cut him off hastily before that massive ego of Kennedy's could be supplemented any further. "There's really no need," he assured a mildly disappointed Landok. "Now, then." He turned his attention back to the book and began to read aloud. Or try to, anyway. "Plrb tzk ngz phl, brltz gnh hng yrn..."
Cordelia	As he read aloud, a portal started to swirl on the stage behind Landok. The light that came out of it made it difficult to see exactly what was going on, but the sound of chairs and tables scraping as they were pulled in its direction seemed to indicate that it was strong. Squinting past the light, Cordelia saw Landok get pulled into it, but before she could turn to make a remark to Wesley about how once again her vision had saved the day, she felt a -- pressure. A really forceful one, actually, and within an instant, she found herself yanked up off of her barstool and pulled into the portal after him. Well, shit.
Kennedy	So, weird chanting, crazy winds, glowy light appearing in the middle of the room? Yeah, this was making Kennedy a little twitchy. "I hate portal spells I hate portal spells I hate portal spells," she kept muttering, eyeing the thing suspiciously. Being on edge because of the portal was a really horrible combination with the after-Slay H&Hs, because she was just distracted enough to-- Get yanked into the portal right after Cordy, actually. "God dammit, Wes, if I end up disappearing Willow's so gonna kick your ass!" Too bad he wouldn't hear that part, huh?

[[adapted from angel 2x19, "belonging," and preplayed with wesleynotponcy. ooc okay, nfb for distance, obviously, and to be continued elsewhere, dun dun dun.]]