"Uh..." I trailed off slightly, knowing the look on my face between her asking if she was going to be pissed at Angel and then asking me to place everything that had happened on a badness scale probably gave a fair bit away.
"Okay, yeah, you're going to be super pissed at Angel, because I know you, and I can make a pretty good guess at how you're going to react to things and not be out in the middle of nowhere with that..." I started, "Look, I want to tell you. I really do, Cordy...I'm just not really sure it's my place to tell..."
I sighed slightly. I didn't want Angel freaking because I'd told Cordelia, but she was getting more and more confused with every little word coming out of my mouth. I wasn't helping anything by not telling her. She was going to blow up at Angel either way...
"How 'bout this...if you really want me to tell you, we'll go get you some clothes, we'll stop somewhere for some take-out, whatever you want, and we'll go back to my apartment, and I'll fill you in as best I can. As long as you promise to at least make an attempt at listening to Angel when you talk to him?" I suggested hesitantly.
"How 'bout this...if you really want me to tell you, we'll go get you some clothes, we'll stop somewhere for some take-out, whatever you want, and we'll go back to my apartment, and I'll fill you in as best I can. As long as you promise to at least make an attempt at listening to Angel when you talk to him?"
I was the one who brought it up, but Fred is pushing the clothes. Pushing, also known as bribing, is a good way to distract me from the truth. She's smart enough to know that a good spend will sharpen the blow about whatever this big secret is.
"Fair enough."
I can attempt. I've been attempting with Angel for years. If there's anyone who knows how to put in or fake effort, it's me.
"As long as everyone is still alive and fighting the good fight, I can try to keep my wrath to a minimum."
There, I'm making an effort. It's not easy to wake up and find out that there's big news that your friend isn't comfortable telling you about. I'm handling this pretty well. Pretty damn well. And I'm sure that Angel has some explaining to do.
"Thank you, Cordelia." I smiled softly to her. "I'm probably making everything sound worse than than it really is...you know how I can get sometimes..."
Okay, so true, I could occasionally over-react, but I'm not sure she would believe for a second that this was one of those times. It was at least worth a shot though, a small attempt at relaxing her before she threatened to stake Angel the second she found out.
"We're all still alive and fighting the good fight, I promise." It's just whether we're more or less effective as compared to the hotel that's currently up for debate.
"We're all still alive and fighting the good fight, I promise."
Fred wouldn't lie, so it's reasonably safe for me to assume that they're doing what they're supposed to be doing. Angel's fight will never be over, and if he'd abandoned that...
Let's just say that he wouldn't have been happy to see me. The mission always comes first, and regardless of what else changes, if we're still fighting, we're still doing our jobs. I can deal with things being different, even if it is scaring me a little right now. If I knew what to expect I might feel a little better about this whole thing. Then again, if I knew what was going on, I might feel a hell of a lot worse, especially if Fred's nervous about explaining it.
"As long as you're not evil, I think I can handle it."
"Not evil. Cross my Heart." I replied before laughing slightly. "I've been crazy, not gonna deny that for half a second, but do you honestly believe I have evil in me? Evil, Cordy?"
I guess just about anything's possible with Wolfram & Hart so heavily in the mix, but I have zero plans, or desire, clearly, to become evil.
"Last I checked nobody else was either, so that's a plus." I said, knowing even as I did that my attempt to joke had failed miserably.
"Okay, so...didn't so much mind visiting you here when you couldn't really leave, but now that you can, this room's feeling a little clostraphobic...think we can get out of here?" I asked.
"Not evil. Cross my Heart. I've been crazy, not gonna deny that for half a second, but do you honestly believe I have evil in me? Evil, Cordy?"
"You didn't think I had evil in me either. It's always the unlikely suspects."
Great. I just reminded her about all of the horrible things that I did when I was busy being body jacked. We're going to have to talk about that too, eventually. Hopefully not until I can take the criticism, and that won't be until after I've heard about the stupid thing they must have done.
"Last I checked nobody else was either, so that's a plus."
Lucky me, I'm the only one dumb enough to get possessed. It's a plus. An embarrassing plus that I had to ask about, but a plus. I've ruled out them being evil and possessed, and my only other clue is Fred's change of personal style.
That could mean anything.
"Okay, so...didn't so much mind visiting you here when you couldn't really leave, but now that you can, this room's feeling a little clostraphobic...think we can get out of here?"
"Just tell me what I need to sign and I'll be more than happy to never see this room again."
"Figured you'd have zero issues with leaving somehow." I smiled to her. Wasn't really sure what the next move was right now, but getting out of the medical wing was a good start.
"So we'll go get that done, then what? Anything you want." I said. Seemed fair to me, since she's the one that's been basically trapped here for what feels like forever. I just hoped she'd want to do something that wasn't going straight to interrogating Angel. There had to be a better way to start her day than finding out we'd taken over the L.A. branch of Wolfram and Hart because Lilah Morgan of all people offered. Just thinking it seems insane...which really makes me wonder at times why we actually did. And it's not like Angel was ever really forthcoming with details there.
"So...food, shopping, getting some of your stuff out of storage, figuring out some place to live...tons of options." I smiled again, trying to reassure her that everything really was fine. I just hoped that was the truth.
"So...food, shopping, getting some of your stuff out of storage, figuring out some place to live...tons of options."
A place to live? Damn, if there's no hotel I really am up a creek. Hopefully Dennis can haunt the hell ouf of my old apartment, and then I'll conveniently take it back after they offer to lower the rent. Considering the events of the past year, I'm probably more broke than ever; I know that no one was busting down the door of Angel Investigations while I was possessed. Overall, I'd say I'm fairly aware of everything that happened while I wasn't making money or acting like myself.
Now that I'm awake, I'm screwed. But at least Fred is being optimistic about it.
"Yeah, there's that little thing about me having no place to go now, isn't there?"
If I end up in anything that remotely resembles my first apartment, Angel will never hear the end of this.
"Kinda, yeah..." I nodded to Cordelia, the gears in my mind spinning, trying to figure out something that wasn't just me handing her money to get somewhere. It wasn't like I couldn't afford to, I just knew she wouldn't take it, no matter how much I insisted.
Which I completely respected and understood. Being able to stand on your own two feet without anyone else propping you up feels pretty amazing, and it's hard to go backwards from that.
"I have an idea..." I started, smiling slightly to myself, wondering why I had to think for so long before this occurred to me, "And feel free to shoot me down, but I have a spare room...and if you wanted, you could stay with me for a while...at least until you get everything more settled. You shouldn't have to worry about not having anywhere to live on top of just getting out of a coma."
"Okay, yeah, you're going to be super pissed at Angel, because I know you, and I can make a pretty good guess at how you're going to react to things and not be out in the middle of nowhere with that..." I started, "Look, I want to tell you. I really do, Cordy...I'm just not really sure it's my place to tell..."
I sighed slightly. I didn't want Angel freaking because I'd told Cordelia, but she was getting more and more confused with every little word coming out of my mouth. I wasn't helping anything by not telling her. She was going to blow up at Angel either way...
"How 'bout this...if you really want me to tell you, we'll go get you some clothes, we'll stop somewhere for some take-out, whatever you want, and we'll go back to my apartment, and I'll fill you in as best I can. As long as you promise to at least make an attempt at listening to Angel when you talk to him?" I suggested hesitantly.
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I was the one who brought it up, but Fred is pushing the clothes. Pushing, also known as bribing, is a good way to distract me from the truth. She's smart enough to know that a good spend will sharpen the blow about whatever this big secret is.
"Fair enough."
I can attempt. I've been attempting with Angel for years. If there's anyone who knows how to put in or fake effort, it's me.
"As long as everyone is still alive and fighting the good fight, I can try to keep my wrath to a minimum."
There, I'm making an effort. It's not easy to wake up and find out that there's big news that your friend isn't comfortable telling you about. I'm handling this pretty well. Pretty damn well. And I'm sure that Angel has some explaining to do.
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Okay, so true, I could occasionally over-react, but I'm not sure she would believe for a second that this was one of those times. It was at least worth a shot though, a small attempt at relaxing her before she threatened to stake Angel the second she found out.
"We're all still alive and fighting the good fight, I promise." It's just whether we're more or less effective as compared to the hotel that's currently up for debate.
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Fred wouldn't lie, so it's reasonably safe for me to assume that they're doing what they're supposed to be doing. Angel's fight will never be over, and if he'd abandoned that...
Let's just say that he wouldn't have been happy to see me. The mission always comes first, and regardless of what else changes, if we're still fighting, we're still doing our jobs. I can deal with things being different, even if it is scaring me a little right now. If I knew what to expect I might feel a little better about this whole thing. Then again, if I knew what was going on, I might feel a hell of a lot worse, especially if Fred's nervous about explaining it.
"As long as you're not evil, I think I can handle it."
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I guess just about anything's possible with Wolfram & Hart so heavily in the mix, but I have zero plans, or desire, clearly, to become evil.
"Last I checked nobody else was either, so that's a plus." I said, knowing even as I did that my attempt to joke had failed miserably.
"Okay, so...didn't so much mind visiting you here when you couldn't really leave, but now that you can, this room's feeling a little clostraphobic...think we can get out of here?" I asked.
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"You didn't think I had evil in me either. It's always the unlikely suspects."
Great. I just reminded her about all of the horrible things that I did when I was busy being body jacked. We're going to have to talk about that too, eventually. Hopefully not until I can take the criticism, and that won't be until after I've heard about the stupid thing they must have done.
"Last I checked nobody else was either, so that's a plus."
Lucky me, I'm the only one dumb enough to get possessed. It's a plus. An embarrassing plus that I had to ask about, but a plus. I've ruled out them being evil and possessed, and my only other clue is Fred's change of personal style.
That could mean anything.
"Okay, so...didn't so much mind visiting you here when you couldn't really leave, but now that you can, this room's feeling a little clostraphobic...think we can get out of here?"
"Just tell me what I need to sign and I'll be more than happy to never see this room again."
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"So we'll go get that done, then what? Anything you want." I said. Seemed fair to me, since she's the one that's been basically trapped here for what feels like forever. I just hoped she'd want to do something that wasn't going straight to interrogating Angel. There had to be a better way to start her day than finding out we'd taken over the L.A. branch of Wolfram and Hart because Lilah Morgan of all people offered. Just thinking it seems insane...which really makes me wonder at times why we actually did. And it's not like Angel was ever really forthcoming with details there.
"So...food, shopping, getting some of your stuff out of storage, figuring out some place to live...tons of options." I smiled again, trying to reassure her that everything really was fine. I just hoped that was the truth.
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A place to live? Damn, if there's no hotel I really am up a creek. Hopefully Dennis can haunt the hell ouf of my old apartment, and then I'll conveniently take it back after they offer to lower the rent. Considering the events of the past year, I'm probably more broke than ever; I know that no one was busting down the door of Angel Investigations while I was possessed. Overall, I'd say I'm fairly aware of everything that happened while I wasn't making money or acting like myself.
Now that I'm awake, I'm screwed. But at least Fred is being optimistic about it.
"Yeah, there's that little thing about me having no place to go now, isn't there?"
If I end up in anything that remotely resembles my first apartment, Angel will never hear the end of this.
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Which I completely respected and understood. Being able to stand on your own two feet without anyone else propping you up feels pretty amazing, and it's hard to go backwards from that.
"I have an idea..." I started, smiling slightly to myself, wondering why I had to think for so long before this occurred to me, "And feel free to shoot me down, but I have a spare room...and if you wanted, you could stay with me for a while...at least until you get everything more settled. You shouldn't have to worry about not having anywhere to live on top of just getting out of a coma."
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