Third Season

Cordelia was worried. Not an unusual occurrence under normal circumstances. She constantly worried about keeping up with current fashion trends, maintaining her high social standing, and making sure no one forgot who was queen in Sunnydale High.

But her current worry was a bit unusual, that being ****. Sure she dealt with it on a normal basis, but it wasn’t something she could really avoid, she did live on a hellmouth after all. However not only was her current worry something she had experienced in the past, it was right in front of her eyes.

That was the sight of Angel and Buffy sitting very close together while they looked over a book, supposedly researching some info on the mayor and what he may be up to. One apocalypse averted, meant time to start worrying about the next one.

No one ever claimed that Cordelia was the smartest person in the world, but she did understand people, especially when it came to relationships. Years of trying to keep on top of Sunnydale’s social scene often required her to know who was interested in whom. And that is why she was the only one of the group of basically social outcasts who saw what was happening.

Buffy and Angel weren’t just involved; they were one step away from being involved in bed.

Cordy knew they might be able to stop themselves, but trusting a teenage girl and a guy with a beautiful teenage girl not to start rolling around in bed together was a little to much to put the fate of the world on.

“Ok the fate of the world depends on you then,” Cordelia thought, not realizing that most people would not find that any more comforting. “Buffy and Angel can’t have sex, you just can’t tell them, they are in denial. No one else can stop them from doing it, which means you have to convince one of them that sex with the other isn’t necessary.”