rating: "s", for very short and very silly
disclaimer: sadly, these characters do not belong to me, and so i cannot save them from the chaos that joss has created... :(
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summary: willow's spell from "something blue" lasted a bit longer...
spoilers: season 4

He looked at the piece if mail in his hand in horror and disbelief. How, how, HOW could this be possible?? Strange fits of passion he could understand, after all, he's had a few of those himself, but this, THIS defied all logic!!

Running a shaking hand through his spiky hair, he wondered, for about the thousandth time, if he had finally snapped. Surely the only explanation for the travesty on the card in front of his was that The First had not given up after all, and had driven him mad without his awareness. At that thought, a sudden panic seized him. Bolting to his feet, he lurched to the door of his office...

"Cordelia! Wesley! My office, now!"

As minutes passed, with no sign of his erstwhile employees, he began to feel the first traces of irritation. After all, he did all the cooking, all the cleaning, and most of the research and fighting. In addition, he'd barely made a fuss a few weeks ago when SHE had spilled peanut butter in his bed AND left a wet towel on his leather upholstry! Not to mention the fact that he had to endure their incessant whining 24 hours a day, and now THEY COULDN'T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO ATTEND TO HIM IN HIS MOMENT OF PERSONAL CRISIS!!!

"Wesley, Cordelia! NOW!!!", he roared.

"OK, OK, Mr. I-suffer-so-everyone-else-should-too, what's the big deal?" the brunette asked, as she sauntered into his office, blowing on her freshly polished nails.

"Have you noticed that I've, well,... lostmymindinthepastweek?" he blurted in a single phrase.

"You mean as in I'm-evil-and-I-want-to-kill-people? No, not since you made the beasts with 2 backs in '97... unless you count the I-like-my-dreams-of-killing-people inanity you subjected me to last month. Other than that, no; you're as sanely depressed as ever." she replied, with a bitng smile.

"Thanks, Cordelia, but that's not what I meant. I mean, do you think I've lost my grip on reality?"

"No, not so far as I can tell. But, your view on reality has ALWAYS been a bit off, I mean what's with all this I'm-leaving-so-Buffy-can-have-a-normal-life crap anyway?" she snorted, "as if that chick could ever do ANYTHING normal..." she trailed off at the threatening look onhis face. "OK, guessing that's not really what you were talking about either. So, to answer your question, no, Angel, I don't think you've 'lost' it."

"Well, how do you explain the fact that I seem to think THIS is an invitation to Buffy's wedding... TO SPIKE!?!?!?" he sked, waving the card wildly in Cordelia's face.

Stunned, Cordy snatched the note from his hand, and scanned it, over and over.

"But, this says... March 17... 7 o'clock... Whispering Pines Perpetual Care... I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!!" she looked at horror, on her face the exact mirror of Angel's expression of moments earlier.

"Do you suppose there's some explanation?"

****

A few hours later, Angel and Cordelia sat in the office, drained, staring at each other, debating who would make the call. After all they had learned there was only one course of action left to them. There was only one explanation for the fact that they both believed that not only was Buffy engaged to Spike, she had also been seeing a bland-as-paper boy scout named Riley, the events of "Beer Bad" ACTUALLY happened (and weren't just a drug induced bad acid trip, as Angel had originally hoped), AND Anya had actually uttered the phrase "orgasm friend"... to GILES!!! That explanation: they were utterly, completely insane. So, Angel made the call, and he and Cordy waited for the men in the white coats to come and take them away to a world that still made sense :)

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