This fic is moving kinda faster then I intended, so bare with me ok...and writing Angel without Cordy is really really hard...hope you get what I'm trying to do...alright just enjoy!!

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"Ok, Angel, Ha ha...jokes over, very funny." Cordy tried not to feel like sh had been socked in the stomach...he had to be joking.

"Should I know you?"

"Angel, it's me, Cordelia Chase, your friend, your seer."

"Impossable, my seer died and he was well a he."

"You mean Doyle"

"How do you know Doyle?"

"Hello, the three of us basically started Angel Investigations. We were all very close, we were all friends, more like family."

"I have aboslutely no idea what you are talking aboutand you are starting to creep me out."

"I'm creeping you out? You don't remember me of all people! What happened did you hit your head?" She stood up and placed a hand on his head. He recoiled and backed away. She stared at him tears filling her eyes.

"Ok, I'm going downstairs now. I don't know who you are and now you're making me uncomfortable."

"Angel, I'm begging you if this is some kind of joke, it's mean and cruel."

"I assure you I'm not joking, I don't know you, get that throught your head!" He yelled the last part at her. He looked at her coldly and she winced at his icy gaze. She felt her heart break as he walked out the door. She crupled to the ground and started to cry.

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"Hey, Wes?" Angel walked down the stairs, his face firm and expressionless and it confused Wesley.

"Yes Angel?"

"There is a strage girl in my room, would you kindly ask her to leave, i don't have it in me." He walked past Wes and Fred and sat on the couch.

Strange girl? Could you...uh...describe her?" Angel sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Dark hair...shouldar length, dark eyes, I guess she's kinda pretty. She claims she knows me, but I've never seen her before in my life. She told me her name...weird name...started with a 'C' I think."

"Cordelia?" Wes offered.

"That's it, she says she knows Doyle also, but it's impossable."

"Angel, it's Cordelia." He said the name slower.

"You said her name already, I don't care to memorize it, I just want her out of here. I don't do well with strage women."

"I don't understand, you actually want Cordelia to leave."

I just said that, Geez, I thought you were a little smarter than that Wes, God." He grabbed a book and just started flipping through it muttering something about incompetance.

"Fred, why don't you come with me, we'll go get rid of the girl for Angel."

"Yeah, Fred, and leave me the hell alone." Angel got up and went into Wesley's office slamming the door behind him. Fred jumped at the loud sound.

"That wasn't..."

"No, that's not Angelus, but that definatly isn't Angel."

"Wes, please tell me you know what's going on."

"I haven't the foggiest. We usually can't pry Angel away from Cordelia and now he's ordering us to get rid of her."

"Poor Cordy."

"Yes, indeed." Wesley and Fred made their way to Angel's room. When they opened the door they saw Cordelia crying on the floor. Fred imediatly went over to her and pulled her into a comforting embrace.

"Fred, it doesn't make sense...it doesn't make sense." She sobbed.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. Is there anything we can do?"

"Tell me doesn't remember you and Wes either?" She looked at Fred hopefully.

"He doesn't remember me and Wes either." She stated unsurely and the hopefullness on Cordelia's face faded.

"You're lying?"

"Yup, I wish I wasn't."

"Thanks for trying. At least tell me it's something supernatural. I mean it has to be right? He couldn't just wake up one day and be 'Cordy who' could he?"

"I'm going to look into it, but first I need to know somethings."

"What?"

"First, are you ok?"

"Other then my best friend not recongnizing me and leaving this large gaping hole in my heart, yeah I'm peachy."

"Cordelia, I'm sorry this is happening, but I need you to focus, this could be important. Before you passed out, was it a vision that did that?"

"Yeah, why?"

"What was the vision of?"

"Nothing really."

"What do you mean?"

"It was nothing, a white light, very bright then darkness."

"Think, Cordelia, is there anything else?"

"It was like my body started to shut down, it was strange."

"From the vision?"

"I guess, but that's just it, it wasn't a normal vision. Sure the pain was there and all, but no images to accompany it. I don't know how to explain it."

"Stange?...hmmm...if you remember anythin else..."

"Of course, I'll tell you right away. So how is he?"

"Different, he's...colder and I don't mean in temperture."

"Yeah I noticed ta too. he looked at me and it was as if I didn't recognize him for a second or rather more like I did recognize him."

"That doesn't make sense." Fred gazed up at her a little confused.

"No, I mean, more like he was when he first came to LA. He was different when he first got here, unattached to the victims he helped, unsympathetic. By the time I really joined though, he was on his way to being the Angel we all know."

"You were good for him." Fred stated matter of factly.

"Huh?"

"Well it seems to me that you and I guess Doyle too, tought him to be more compassionte and made him realize he was able to care about something again."

I guess, but it's not like he didn't have it in him, hello Buffy tought him about ove an all that."

"Yeah then he and Buffy broke up."

"His idea. Hey why do you think it's me who made him more compassionate."

"God, woman are you daft? You have to be the blindest seer I've ever known!" Wes interjected.

"I'm the only seer you've ever known."

"Yes, true, but still...that's besides the point. You really don't know do you?"

"What?"

"Who did Angel bend over backwords for to get him to forgive him after his epiphany? Who did he jump blindly into not one, but two hell dimensions for? And who did he spend the last 3 days straight by this bed for?"

"Well the first one, I was hurt, the rest of you were all ready starting to get back to normal, I can't forgive and forget so easily. And the other two he would've done for anybody wouldn't he?"

"Cordy, his life is embedded in yours. You are everything to him."

"Correction were. He doens't care about me anymore, he doesn't care about anything."

"I don't understand this. He was by Cordy's bed side for 3 days not eating or sleeping, just watching and waiting for her to wake up right? He would've done anything to make sure she woke up and was safe..."

"Fred, i think you just stumbled upon something...of course, why didn't I think of this before."

"What is it Wes?"

"Angel, he must have made a deal with somebody or something to wake up Cordy."

"What he would give up me, just to help me out? That sounds like Angel alright, act first think about the consequences later."

"Fred I need you to hlp me research. Look for anything that takes peoples memoreis as payment."

"Alright, Cordy, are you gonna be alright?"

"I think you need to go home and get some rest."

"Why? I was resting for 3 days, I'm awake and ready to help"

"You've been through a lot, i think it's best you go home. Dennis must be worried sick about you."

"True, but...hey why are you trying to get rid of me? It's mr ice water for viens isn't it?"

"He doesn't know you and lets face it he never was mr. Sociable."

"I know, but that doesn't make it hurt less when he pushes me away. I mean, god, how I wish he was just beige again, at least then I figured he'd snap out of it eventually and he remembered me."

"I promise we'll get his memories back."

"Really?"

"Of course, it's whatwe do. Let us know if you get a vision or remember anything more from the previous one."

"Sure thing. hey you think if he snaps out of this, I'll get a new wardrobe again?"

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Stan sat in a chair in a plush office talking to the figure hidden in the shadows behind the desk.

"I did what you said boss. Angel's memories are no more. So um now there is the little matter of payment for serveces rendered." A hand pushed an envelope of money towards him. "Thanks for...pleasure doing buisness with you." He got up and rushed out of the office after recieving his cash. The figure sat forward.

"Angel without his precious seer, his humanizing influence, I guess he can kiss his redemption goodbye. Won't the senior partners be pleased. Angel made a big mistake lettin on how much that girl means to him...oops I mean ment to him." Lilah Morgan sat back in her chair a big smirk lit up her face.

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