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            <description><![CDATA[Category: Angel<br />Keywords: vision, cordelia, portal<br />Summary: <b>Title:</b> Frequent Flyer<br /><b>Author:</b> Michelle<br /><b>Email: </b>michelle [at] waking-vision.com<br /><b>Summary: </b>New case for Angel Investigations.<br /><b>Rating:</b> K+<br /><b>Genre:</b> Crossover double drabble (200 words, exactly).<br /><b>Series: </b>Crossing the Line<br />And then this chick tries to grab the dress <em><strong>I</strong></em> want to buy, Cordelia goes on without bothering to notice that Angel has slumped in his chair, desperately wishing himself elsewhere. But of course, she stood no... OWWWWWWWWW!<br /><br /><em>Damn these visions, they are inconventient!</em> Cordelia pitches forward in her chair, clutching at her head.<br /><br /><em>Guys with swords and bows, wearing clothes that could only come from a fashion designers nightmare.<br /><br />A real hottie swinging an impressive sword like a madman, hacking away at a bunch of screeching demons.<br /><br />Four little kids (with furry feet? she fleetingly wonders) walking through a lush countryside. Kitschy much?<br /><br />A huge battle in pouring rain.<br /><br />A white medieval city looking like a wedding cake. Just with less calories.<br /><br />A dark land and a piercing eye.<br /><br />A ring. Pretty. <br /><br />And flames. Not so pretty.<br /><br />Fire everywhere, scourging the lands, burning away all life. And then darkness descends where before was light and hope.</em><br /><br />She comes to and feels Angels hands on her arms, handing her an aspirin and a glass of water. She sees his expectant look. <em>Yeah, this will be something different.</em><br />Resigned she says, Angel, I think well need to switch realities for this one.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://borderland.waking-vision.com/modules/article/view.article.php/c16/8">previous drabble</a> | Crossing the Line Series | <a href="http://borderland.waking-vision.com/modules/article/view.article.php/c15/10"><u>next drabble</u></a></center><br />]]></description>
            <pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2005 22:30:03 +0200</pubDate>
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