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Chloe Sullivan stood, drumming her fingers impatiently on the Talon counter. She really, really, needed some coffee. She had been up all night putting the Torch to bed. She had barely managed to get through the day, and if she was going to make it through the afternoon, she would definitely need some caffeine.
"Hello, Ms. Sullivan."
A quiet, cultured voice spoke from behind Chloe, and she whirled around, smiling at the handsome bald man whom stood behind her.
"Hello to you too, Mr. Luthor." Chloe's green eyes sparkled. "Are you ever going to call me by my first name?"
Lex returned Chloe's smile with a smirk of his own. "Of course, Chloe. If' that's what you'd like."
"All right, then. And you should call me Lex."
"So, Lex," Chloe began, emphasizing his name, "when are you going to let me interview you again?"
"Always the intrepid reporter, aren't you?"
"Yep." Just then Chloe's coffee was placed on the counter. She picked it up, inhaling it's rich scent as she took her first sip. "Oh, sweet, heavenly, caffeine."
Lex laughed softly, "Late night, last night?" Chloe nodded, and Lex continued. "You were putting the Torch to bed, right?"
Chloe looked at him, surprise evident in her eyes, "Do I have a new stalker or something?"
"I just make sure I know what's going on with your excellent publication."
Chloe smiled again. "You're quite the flatterer. Not that I mind."
Lex's own coffee arrived, and he turned, ready to say good-bye, when a thought stuck him. "Chloe, I had a meeting to get to, but it was canceled. Would you like to sit and have coffee with me."
Chloe nodded. "Sure, I'd really like that."
Lex grinned, a genuine smile this time. "Great, let's grab a table."
Meanwhile in LA
"Wesley, do you want any coffee?" Cordelia Chase called out, as she walked out into the lobby.
"Did you make it?" The handsome British man asked, wrinkling his nose slightly.
Cordelia rolled her eyes, "Yes, as a matter of fact I did."
"I think I'll just stick to tea."
Cordelia's hands went to her hips, "You know Wesley, it's not like you don't...." Her voice trailed off, as she grabbed her head.
Wesley was on his feet immediately. He rushed over to Cordelia, and helped her into a chair.
"Angel! Gunn!" Wesley shouted.
A few seconds later, Angel came running into the room. He got down on a knee and took Cordelia's hands. "Wesley, go get some advil, and a cool washcloth." Wesley nodded, and hurried out of the room.
By the time he got back, the vision seemed to have passed. Cordelia had her eyes open, and she was sitting up straighter, but she still seemed to be in a lot of pain. Wesley handed over the pain killers, and Cordelia smiled gratefully.
As the pain lessened, Cordelia began to describe what she had seen, "It was a coffee shop. There were a few people there, not many. There were demons, some really nasty ones. The thing is, I don't think it was in LA."
"What do you mean?" Angel asked, a frown on his face.
Cordelia shook her head, "It's weird, I know. But one of the people I saw, they looked like high schoolers by the way, one of them had a basketball jersey. It said Smallville High on it. I also saw a newspaper, it was called the Smallville Torch."
Wesley raised an eyebrow, "Where's Smallville?"
"I don't know," Cordelia answered. "But if we don't find out, some kids are going to die."