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Cordelia has no idea the extent of things have been reset. Whoever's responsible for all of this -- she doesn't have the memories of everything that happened to her, or the knowledge of the fact that she shouldn't really be on earth anymore (the Powers That Be let her visit from time to time, but that's about it).

What she does know is that the guys are getting ready to go out on a job, and she's making her way downstairs to get them a few more details on her latest mission -- but she's distracted when she notices the open door -- and Angel going out into the sunlight.

Panic flares in her chest and she runs over to stop him - only he's not on fire. Why is he not on fire?

"Angel? What's going on?"

He doesn't hear her at first, too used to thinking he's heard her when she's not really there. It's not until he turns around, still basked in the bright light of day, does he see cause enough to reconsider his reflexive dismissal of her voice; for while he tends to think he hears her, he doesn't usually see her. Of course, if time has been rewound to a point before the events that led up to literal hell on earth, then she would be here. As herself, as she should be, just like Gunn and Wes had appeared to be.

Angel wants to trust this, wants to just jump right back into his old life and live it as fully as possible, but— It's in his nature to doubt, to question, to disbelieve.

"I might've actually made things right for once."

Which doesn't make a lick of sense to anyone but him, he realizes, but it's the truth. The possible truth. Maybe he didn't screw up royally this time.

"Made things right? Right how? Did you find something else like the Gem of Amasa or whatever?"

Because that's the only other time in her memory that he could go out in the sunlight without catching on fire. Well, that and Pylea but they're not in an alternate dimension so she's pretty sure that's not the answer.

But he knows something that she doesn't, which never sits great with Cordelia. Which is why she places one of her hands on her waist, waiting for some kind of explanation.

He doesn't know where to begin or if she'd even believe him if he told her. And there's a large part of him that doesn't want her to know, that wants to protect her from the knowledge of what could've happened to her had she not fixed things. He didn't want to lose her like that again, didn't want to be led to believe she survived and made it out of what Jasmine did to her only to be hit with the truth that it was all an illusion designed to put him back on the right path. He wanted to stay on that path without straying from it, and not having the demon inside of him... That helped. That helped a lot.

In answer, he holds out a hand, beckoning her to join him in the sunlight. "Come see for yourself."

Cordelia's still a little skeptical. There's something he isn't telling her -- that much she knows. But at the same time -- he's in the sunlight and that's pretty amazing within itself because he's not on fire. So maybe she should try to push that nagging voice away and just focus on the good parts for now. She thinks she can manage that.

So she takes his hand, stepping outside with him now, smiling as she feels the warmth of the sunlight hit her skin.

"You certainly don't smell like you might burst into flames, at least."

He could tell her, but she wouldn't believe him unless she was able to see it with her own eyes — and feel it. Which is why he lifts her hand to his chest and places her palm over his heart so she can feel it beating away beneath his ribs. He's alive. Angel died in hell in reset time and managed to somehow rewind it all back to right before everything started to fall apart around them. He couldn't have had this sort of happy ending while he was still undead and sporting a pair of fangs (happiness clause and all), but as a human? There was no risk involved.

Yes, there was still a part of him that believed he didn't deserve this, but there was another part that was tired, that had been through the most trying experience of his nearly three hundred years of existence, that wanted this, because he'd done so much. Didn't someone who went to bat for the whole of humanity against a force that could've — and almost did — squash him like a bug?

Angel breathed in deeply so she could feel the air filling his lungs, too, and smiled.

"No flames. Not anymore."

Cordelia, for once in her life, is quiet when he places her hand on his chest -- not just because of the action itself but because of what she feels there. His heartbeat. That one he shouldn't have. But he's also not on flames. Which means one thing and one thing only --

Somehow, he's human.

She remembers the story Doyle had told her once, about how he had been human for a day with Buffy, and then reverted time to take it back. Did he run into one of those demons again? That seems unlikely, somehow.

"How is this possible?"

She can't help the small smile that tugs at her lips at it. Whatever happened -- well if there's anyone eho's earned it, it's Angel. He's fought harder than anyone she knows, he deserves a break, a second chance -- assuming that's what he wants.

He can't stop smiling. For the first time in his life, Angel has reason to be happy without worrying about what being happy could do to his very state of being. Of course, he understood while he'd been the vampire with a soul that it was crucial to everyone's safety — his, his friends', the city's, the world's — that his life be at least a little bit miserable, because it kept perfect happiness at bay. He'd been foolish enough to touch a moment of it before, back in Sunnydale, and that hadn't exactly been a walk in the park. Nor had what they'd yet, and hopefully would never, experience when that thing that was possessing Cordelia convinced him to let a shaman dislodge his soul from his proper place and let the unfiltered side of him take control.

No more would the threat of Angelus be looming on the horizon. He hadn't had the chance to enjoy that in hell. In fact, he actually toyed with the idea (albeit briefly) of letting Spike turn him when he'd been sitting on death's doorstep, because his unsouled self was the lesser of two evils when it came to Angelus versus Wolfram & Hart. He's glad it didn't come to that, even though there were many times in hell that he'd wished he were still a vampire.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

Their lives are filled with unbelievable things pretty much all the time anyway. And whatever miracle happened -- well she wants to know. Because this is huge. This is everything Angel's been trying to fight for, what she honestly believes he deserves. That chance to be good without the demon, to live a normal life. To be happy, if he wants to be, without any consequences.

She just wants to make sure that it happened for the right reasons. That there isn't some sort of catch, some sort of trap Wolfram and Hart or anybody else might be setting for them. She has no idea of everything he had to go through to get to this point -- how could she?

"I don't know if I want to."

Because there were things she was better off not knowing. Things they were all better off not knowing. He didn't want to ruin Wes and Gunn's friendship, didn't want Fred picturing herself blue, or Cordelia imaging a world where she was dead and he was lost. Didn't want them to know that he sold his soul to Wolfram & Hart, that he made a deal with them to save his son, to—

Wait.

"Connor. Where's Connor?"

"In his crib." She says it in that sort of duh tone of voice. Like where else would he be? "He just went down for a nap finally, so don't wake him up."

Of course, she has no idea that Angel doesn't expect Connor to still be a baby here. How could she?

He darts past her, the need to see his son momentarily surpassing his desire to bask in the presence of the woman he loves, alive and untainted. Angel's in such a rush to get upstairs and see his child that he stumbles on the stairs, tripping over the carpeting and just barely catching himself on the banister. In this state, it would've been an awkward, nasty fall. Vampire dexterity had been good for something, and while there's a part of him that wishes he'd been able to keep some of the perks of being a demon, the perks of being a human out way it. Especially now that he isn't living in a hellish world where being a vampire would've made his life a hell of a lot easier.

Pun not intended.

Should she follow, she'll find him leaning over the crib, a gentle, loving hand on the baby's head. There are tears in his eyes and he's on the verge of weeping, because this — this is what he wanted for the boy. This was the life he deserved, with a human parent who could go out into the sun with him. He'd have to take the necessary steps to prevent a Quor'toth repeat, but now that he'd experienced those events and knew exactly how they were going to pan out, he could stop Holtz before he even began.

But that would come later. Right now, he just wanted to bask.

Of course she follows.

There's still a lot she doesn't understand about the situation. Angel is human, somehow. He doesn't have to fight his inner demon anymore, he can just live the sort of life he deserves. A real one with his son.

If it's a trap, a cruel joke someone is playing on him, well they'll figure it out. They always do. When she walks in and follows him, any worry is momentarily pushed aside at the image of the two of them. It's hard to miss the tears in his eyes -- but she doesn't comment on them. Instead Cordelia comes inside the room and settles next to Angel, placing one of her hands on his shoulder.

"See? Sleeping just like I said."

"You don't know what kind of life he would've been forced to lead had things happened differently."

Angel's voice is barely above a whisper, but he knows she can hear him. He doesn't dare disturb his son, wanting to give the sleeping infant every single luxury he was denied after Holtz stole him away to Quor'toh. Connor would be raised as he ought to have, would grow up in this world instead of a barren hell dimension that warped his mind and taught him to fight for his life at every twist and turn. And if this was a cruel joke, he was going to personally rip the Senior Partners limb from limb for dangling this in front of him and refusing to let him have it. Every inch of his being ached to believe this was real, but true to his nature, there was always that thread of doubt and suspicion lingering in the back of his mind.

It kept him on his toes.

Connor mewls in his sleep, turning his head instinctively towards his father's hand, pressing his little forehead against Angel's fingers. The vampire smiles. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

"Happened differently? Did you get the Powers That Be to turn back time again?"

She knows he did that once -- and he had been human then too. The perfect day he supposedly spent with Buffy. But whatever's happened -- he's being pretty vague about it, which is really, really annoying. Cordelia doesn't really like feeling like she's in the dark about things.

Still, it's hard not to smile as she watches Angel and his son -- he's so good with Connor -- if there some reality where things ended badly for them -- well then she's glad he found a way to reverse it.

Because they all deserve at least a little happiness sin their lives.

"No, Wolfram & Hart."

It's the truth, even if it's one she won't want to hear. He isn't particularly jonesing to tell her about it, either.

Connor fusses and Angel withdraws his hand, slipping out of the baby's room as quietly as possible without the added advantage of a vampire's inherent stealth. Wanting to stay near, he lingers in the adjoining room — his room. A room he took residence back up in after the downfall of the Demon Lords, before other events were put into motion. It ended where it all began, and he'd come full circle because of it.

"Wolfram and Hart?" Cordelia raises a brow as she follows him into his bedroom -- not at all satisfied with that answer. One of her hands rests on her hip as she glances over to him.

"Are you going to start actually explaining to me or are we going to continue with the vaguey business?"

"Yeah, Wolfram & Hart." Which he knows could imply any number of things, least of all what actually happened. "I tricked them into a reset, I just didn't think it was going to go back this far. A year, maybe, but not... a couple years."

He wasn't complaining, though. This was better than he'd aimed for, more than he could ever ask for. He liked to think the Powers were giving a little help here, letting him have his chance at a do-over now that he'd seen firsthand how bad things were capable of getting. Maybe he was meant to live through all of that so he could do it all over the right way the second time around. He could say, other than to say that he was alive and so was everyone else.

And it was going to stay that way if he had anything to do about it.

"A couple of years?" Her eyebrows shoot up a little at that. It's hard to digest in a way -- that she lost two years but little does she know it's for the best that she did. Those two years weren't kind to her. Still, it's far from the strangest thing she's ever heard of.

"So are there things you're going to warn us about? Or is this one of those punishment deals where you can't say anything or you'll mess with the needed course of history because if that's the case that's just kind of cruel."

But she wouldn't put it past Wolfram and Hart.

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"Holtz is going to be coming from my son. If things play out the way they did my first time around, he'll succeed in the attempt. He'll take Connor to a hell dimension known as Quor'toth, where he'll spend the next seventeen years of his life. Holtz will raise him to be a killer, teach him that I'm nothing more than a soulless demon who needs to be put down. It will warp his entire outlook on the world and me by the time he gets back. Which only a few weeks to us, given that time tends to pass differently in hell dimensions than on our own plane."

Like the century he did in Acathla's hell dimension that was only a couple of months to the real world.

"I plan to put a stop to that, to take Holtz down before he has a chance to get to Connor." Or Wesley.

"Just tell us what we need to do to help you, Angel. None of us are going to let that happen."

After all, they all loved Connor -- not as much as Angel did -- but still. Cordelia had come to be very attached to that little baby, and if there's anything she can do to help him from a terrible fate, to help prevent him having anything less than the life he deserves? Well she's going to do it.

They're a family. That's what family does for one another. They fight.

Another thing Angel's suddenly keen on preventing: the Groosalugg from sweeping in and stealing his thunder. That night at the ballet had forced him to wake up and get with the program, only to be two seconds to late to a reveal that would've changed everything. The first of a series of missed opportunities between them. He'd stop Jasmine from pushing her into a position where she'd be able to take control of her body and seize that opportunity before anyone else had the chance to do it.

Happiness was no longer an issue. Seeing everything in his life even out and be the way it ought to be won't trigger the clause in a curse that's no longer applicable now that he's human and becoming Angelus no longer a risk.

"I lost a lot of people during those years, Cordy. Not just Connor. Would you believe that at the end of it all, before I figured out how to make things right, that the only ones of us left standing were me and Spike?"

Connor was dead, Wesley was a ghost, Illyria was lost, and Gunn was a vampire. In the end, the two heroes left were two men with the rockiest history of all. And before time reset, after he let Gunn behead him, Spike stood alone.

He hated that and was immensely glad the bleached blonde would have zero recollection of it.

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Cordelia has no idea Groo is ever going to come back -- or about the ballet at all, not yet. It's been a few days since her birthday and mostly she's trying to adjust to the whole part demon thing now but on the plus side? She's no longer dying. She takes that as a personal victory. She gets to live and keep the visions. Win win.

Her expression sobers at his words. Last time she had seen Spike was when he was going after the Gem of Amara. Which is why there's that slightly judgy tone coming out when she speaks again.

"Why the hell would you be working with Spike?"

He's one of the bad guys -- far as she knows, anyway.

No longer dying is a step up. It's a big step up. And as long as he has something to say about it, she will never be at risk of dying again. An entire redirected department within Wolfram & Hart comprised of the best doctors and wizards from across the globe and various dimensions couldn't wake her up. He wasn't about to put her, or himself, through that again. He'd barely come out of it okay and probably wouldn't have been able to thunder through the pain of that loss as well as he had been, if not for that vision she'd provided him with. Without it...

Angel shakes those thoughts off, pushing away the remnants of a future that would likely never happen in that way again.

"He—" Shit. Right, spoilers. Spoilers that likely didn't even apply to spike yet. He's on the fence, honestly, when it comes to wanting Spike to become soulful again. But of course, now that he's human, Spike's no longer a rival for the shanshu. He's the sole contender. Funny how that works out. "Well, he sort of, uh... got his soul back. Long story, not really my story to tell. Just— He was on my side in the end and that's what matters here."

"Spike gets a soul? Who'd he piss off to make that happen?" Because the assumption, of course, is that it's like Angel's case where a gypsy cursed him with a soul. Little does she know that Spike actually went and earned his back instead.

"Well, whatever led to that extremely weird turn of events -- we can make it different, can't we?"

She doesn't like the idea of Angel being alone in the end -- nor does she have the courage to ask what happened to her and the others. She has a feeling she probably wouldn't like the answer.

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