You've dreamed a thousand dreams, none seem to stick in your mind
Cor was noddin' at me like she wanted me to go upstairs and help her. Which, was kind of weird considering everything. Then again, I'd learned to expect only the weird from Cordelia Chase. And people said I was fucked up. Okay, well I was wicked fucked up, insane, crazy, bad, evil, whatever. Never thought before I jumped, and that was the way I'd always been. Why I was a firecracker. Wasn't thinkin' at all when I jumped this time. How had I gotten myself into this situation? Killin' demons for Team Angel? Wasn't I tryin' to kill all of them not too long ago? Funny thing was, I knew exactly what I was thinkin' right before I leapt in there. I was thinkin' about how pissed off I was that the Thesular or whatever the hell it was decided to leave Soul Boy alone and smack Queen C around instead. So I hadn't thought it out, I'd just acted, reacted, something. When it was all said and done I was left with a bloody sword in my hand. Wes glaring from across the room, lookin' like he was either gonna piss himself or chop me into pieces with that axe he had in his hand. Wasn't sure which. But really? Wasn't gonna stick around to find out.
"Come on." I said to Cordelia, gripping her arm and helping her to her feet.
With one last glance over at Angel and Wesley I held onto Cordy's arm just above her elbow guiding her up the stairs. Didn't wanna get to close and freak her out, cause she already looked kinda pissed off. Then again that could be the head wound talkin'. But if she stumbled or fell I'd be able to still hold her upright. And damn, when'd I become the prom queen's babysitter? Once we got upstairs I opened the door to her room, and let her arm go as she walked in. It was strange the things I'd begun to notice about her. Like the way she moved. She wasn't a slayer, but she moved with more grace then your run of the mill chick moves. Musta been all that cheerleading, did remember thinkin' she was wicked limber that one time B and I saw the cheerleaders out doin' their thing last year. Tried to convince Buffy that we should stay and watch the cheerleaders, then she had to pull that disapproving prude thing. Seriously. Who the hell was she kidding anyway, I knew exactly which way Buffy swung. And most of the time? It was my way, you know before I ended up killin' a guy. Cordy was sort of like Buffy, only less disapproving and also not a slayer. Wasn't sure how I felt about that.
Closing the door behind me, I watched her as she walked into the bathroom and inspected herself in the mirror. Watched her carefully, the way she winced when her fingertips touched the marred flesh, the way her eyes narrowed at the pain. I remembered that look. She wasn't talkin' to me and I had to wonder whether it was because she was distracted at the minute or if she was pissed at me for bailin' on her earlier.
Only time would tell...or something.
Walking into the bathroom, I leaned casually against the doorframe meeting her gaze in the mirror.
"That was a pretty nasty smack you took. You sure you don't wanna go to the hospital?"
"Come on." I said to Cordelia, gripping her arm and helping her to her feet.
With one last glance over at Angel and Wesley I held onto Cordy's arm just above her elbow guiding her up the stairs. Didn't wanna get to close and freak her out, cause she already looked kinda pissed off. Then again that could be the head wound talkin'. But if she stumbled or fell I'd be able to still hold her upright. And damn, when'd I become the prom queen's babysitter? Once we got upstairs I opened the door to her room, and let her arm go as she walked in. It was strange the things I'd begun to notice about her. Like the way she moved. She wasn't a slayer, but she moved with more grace then your run of the mill chick moves. Musta been all that cheerleading, did remember thinkin' she was wicked limber that one time B and I saw the cheerleaders out doin' their thing last year. Tried to convince Buffy that we should stay and watch the cheerleaders, then she had to pull that disapproving prude thing. Seriously. Who the hell was she kidding anyway, I knew exactly which way Buffy swung. And most of the time? It was my way, you know before I ended up killin' a guy. Cordy was sort of like Buffy, only less disapproving and also not a slayer. Wasn't sure how I felt about that.
Closing the door behind me, I watched her as she walked into the bathroom and inspected herself in the mirror. Watched her carefully, the way she winced when her fingertips touched the marred flesh, the way her eyes narrowed at the pain. I remembered that look. She wasn't talkin' to me and I had to wonder whether it was because she was distracted at the minute or if she was pissed at me for bailin' on her earlier.
Only time would tell...or something.
Walking into the bathroom, I leaned casually against the doorframe meeting her gaze in the mirror.
"That was a pretty nasty smack you took. You sure you don't wanna go to the hospital?"