Angel Investigations got blown up, and Wesley was hurt in the explosion. Cordelia graciously allowed Angel to stay at her apartment until he could find a new place to un-live.
They'd just come back from visiting their friend and were settling in to a quite afternoon. Angel, far from the dangerous window, sat in a recliner to read. Cordy, still recovering from the vision attacks Wolfram and Hart inflicted upon her, decided to kick back on the couch and watch TV.
Hours passed in comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional sound effect. Angel glanced up at a particularly loud one, and he saw her.
She was sleeping peacefully, a funny little smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She was blanketed in the warm L.A. sunshine, giving her hair an almost tangible glitter.
For one long moment, Angel desired her more than anything else in the world. But, like all moments, it passed. He shook his head and cleared his mind of such thoughts. She wasn't Buffy, and it wouldn't matter anyway. The same reasons he couldn't be with his former lover would apply to Cordelia as well.
He smiled fondly when Cordy let out a really loud snore, then returned to his book.
A very long time ago, Desire once ... requested something. This request was met by one of those that maintain the mortal realms, the so called Powers That Be. In return, Desire would grant one favor to be named later.
Time passed, and the Being had grown to become jealous of the mortals it watched over. They had free will. They could love, dream, think, and die. Yet this jealousy was tempered by pity, for The Being saw in them the will and hate to destroy each other.
The Being concocted a plan. It would become mortal and guide them into peace. For centuries, the plan unfolded and developed, It's gift of Sight passing from one to another, until finally, it came to one that was worthy of become it's mother. There was but one thing left to be done.
The Being called in It's marker, and Desire fulfilled It's role.
The champion noticed his seer.
The plan was in effect. Soon, no more than three years, the Being will be born. And the world shall know everlasting joy and serenity.
Angel is the property of Joss Whedon. Desire is the property of Neil Gaiman.