It's An Adventure

Cordelia moaned and clutched at her head. Angel and Wesley rushed to her side, leading her to a chair in the nearly empty room.

"Is it a vision?" Wesley asked, worried.

"Yes! I just got a visual of Xander and Spike together! I don't feel well! Ack! I need a happy place to go to!"

"Oh. Yes, well, how about the beach? On a lovely warm day? Humm?" Wesley offered.

Cordelia removed her hands from her face long enough to mutter, "Oh, nice. Naked Xander and Spike doing nasty things to each other and *me* with skin cancer."

Xander glanced over at her. "How about the mall?" He offered.

Cordelia continued to clutch her head. "Better! The mall, yes!"

"The shoe store!" Angel threw out.

"30 to 70 percent off the entire stock!" Xander chimed in again, getting into the game.

"Oo. Yes. Nice. Getting better."

"*You* in nothing but stiletto heels, between me an' Xan, and we're all *naked*," Was Spike's offering.

"Aaagh!!!! Bad! Bad!"

Angel slapped Spike across the back of his head. "What? Now *that's* a *happy* place!"

"Just go back to the shoe sale, Cordy." Angel told her, rubbing her shoulders.

"Ah, Angel?" Xander was looking away from the distressed Cordelia and towards the wall in front of him. And then to all the walls around him. The *empty* walls. He was comfy, happily seated on the sofa, already ignoring Cordelia, but where the TV should be was. . .nothing! "Where's the TV? Watching TV is a happy place."

Cordelia lifted her head and removed her hands from her eyes, to glare at Xander. "Okay! It's *my* happy place! *You* go find your mental mall!" Xander told her.

Angel settled Cordelia and came to kneel before Xander, placing a hand upon his knee. "There's no TV, Xander. We lost everything in the explosion. We're, well, starting over. A TV wasn't really on the top of my list of things to rush out and replace."

Xander pulled his knee from beneath Angel's and and scooted over a bit. "So what you're saying is, there's *no* TV. Is that right?"

Angel smiled. "Um, yes. Sorry."

"Oh! Well great! I don't suppose you have any *popcorn* either?"

"Um, no. We have popcorn. Cordelia likes it."

"Yeah. I have a case in the kitchen, next to the microwave." Cordeila told them, seemingly having found her happy place.

"You bought a *microwave* before you bought a TV? What's wrong with you people?" Xander demanded, truly astonished. "Fine. I'll go slay demons with you and Spike!"

"Xany? Babe?" Spike simpered.

"What, Spikey-poo?" Xander gritted.

"The sun's up! *And* I'm tired! Had a long drive. Need rest. The effin' Bleathvores will just have to wait. Peaches? Got a room for me and my Xany-poo?"

"Well, no, I don't."

Spike looked around and threw his arms out wide. "There is no room in this entire bleeding city block big ass warehouse you have here? Not a one, peaches?"

"Couch is fine!" Xander began, "If fact, wh-"

"Not *one* room?" Spike demanded, cutting Xander off.

"Plenty of rooms, Spike. Just no furniture in the rooms." Cordeila told the irate vampire.

"Don't need furniture; just a *room*!"

"I thought maybe we could get some research started. I know where the Bleathvores *might* be, but I'm not certain. Plus, I think we need some more information on them before we confront them. Cordy, why don't you check the Internet."

"Oh, and of *course* you have a computer all set up, eh? Shall we surf on over to bleathvore dot com? Visit their website? Check out the links on how to kill and steal from them? They *are* scavengers and pack rats. Maybe they have their stock listed on the website, eh? Is that the plan?"

"You got a *computer* before you got a TV?" Xander asked.

Angel rolled his eyes and gave Spike his evil smile. He ignored Xander. "Spike, there is a lot of useful information on the Internet."

"Yeah. Weirdoes, perverts, and creeps. I'm sure they post *lots* of useful information on their Bleathvore sites. Where's the phone? *I'll* ring my-*the* bleedin' watcher! *Giles* will have the information we need! He has *books*!"

"Good idea, Spike. Why don't I run out and get you a TV, Angel? You got room for a 50 incher in here, at the very least. Cordy? What say we hit the mall, help your boss out while they do the research thing? If not the mall, I'm sure LA has lots of 24 hour stores where we can pick up a nice set."

Angel looked at Xander with pained eyes. "I'm not sure I want something that big, Xander."

"Ah, come on! The bigger the better!" He blushed. "Um, I mean, when it comes to TV's! Big is good. For a television."

"Well, I guess you and Cordy could-"

"Get me the bleedin' *phone*! Why can't I get a phone when I want one! I left my batphone in the car!"

"Come with me, grumpy." Cordelia led Spike into what he presumed to be the kitchen. It had a sink, a fridge, and a microwave. And maybe that thing in the wall was an oven. Could be. Oh, and a case of microwave pop corn on the counter. Yep. Kitchen.

He snatched up the phone hanging on the wall and dialed Giles' number.

"Sneaky fuck, you! You didn't say there would be Bleathvores! Oh, yes, I guess you *did* forget that part! We made it fine. Sorry, maybe I'll crash on the way home. No. Not a scratch! Shut yer gob about that! Gimmie everything you know on the bleedin' Bleathvores! Peaches wants some more info on the slimy devils. Well, sure. Ocean. Yeah. Collectors. I *know* that! *Stinging*, watcher! They have *stinging* blood sucking tentacles, ya daft fool! No! I'm calling just to hear yer pretty voice! Yes! I want your help! Hey! You want *my* help! The bloody slayer can get all gobbled up for all I care! No need for threats! I'm here aren't I? Ready to lend my dead hands! Uh, huh? Yeah. Really? *Really*? Well, I've never heard that one before! Um, yes. Uh huh. Interesting. Yeah. Hold on." Spike placed his hand over the mouthpiece and called out for Cordelia.

"What?"

"Got a pad and pen?"

"Sure, wait a sec." Cordy came back with the requested items.

"Watcher? Repeat all that, slowly, sos the beauty queen can take it all down." Spike handed her the phone. "Here ya go, luv. He's lots of good stuff for you. Be a pet and write it down, won't you? I need to get back to my Xander."

Cordy glared at Spike's retreating back. "Giles? Yes. Hold on! Wait, how do you spell that?"