The Frenemy of my Enemy...

Walking away from Cordelia without showing how much her words had hurt was a damn near herculean task. But Xander managed to do it. And with each step he took he set his mind towards a goal.

Ruining Cordelia's life.

There was only one problem. He still kinda loved her. He was probably going to unintentionally pull his punches because of those feelings. And he really didnt want to pull his punches. He wanted Cordelia to hurt, like he did.

So what he needed was Cordelia's greatest enemy. Or possibly her most petty enemy. Someone who would gladly, gleefully bury a knife or two -or ten- in Cordelia's back and not feel bad about it.

He needed Harmony.

The Starscream to Cordelia's Megatron.

Someone who would gladly stab Cordelia in the back in order to advance just that smidgen more up the popularity totem pole by stepping over Cordelia's corpse.

Now all he had to do was find her.