"Thank you. Letting out a relieved sigh, I managed a smile when he lowered me back against the pillows. I let my eyes close for a moment, trying to calm down. Which was hard to do when Angel went on with his guilt trip again.
Doesn't that get terribly trying after a decade? He's been doing it for how long now? Close to a hundred years. Making an annoyed sound in the back of my throat, I opened my eyes again and looked at him tiredly.
"I know that Angel," I sighed. I seem to be doing that a lot today. Then again, it was a day for sighing. Everything that might go wrong, did go wrong. "You're no different then anyone else...when it comes to that matter." Just another human being. Only he's dead and eats blood. But when it comes to not hurting people? He is at least trying, just like most everyone else.
Taking a deep breath, I gritted my teeth again when that sharp pain shot up my leg again. Both of them this time. They seemed to come closer together those flashes. I've no idea what it means, but they're getting worse. What as that saying again? It needs to get worse before it gets better? That has to be the most stupidest saying I've ever heard.
I was about to tell Angel that he could go now, again. That I'd be fine. But I never got that far. The door was thrown open and Cordelia strode in. Looking quite surprised and then obviously upset.
"Oh my god!" She squeaked. "What's going on here? Angel! Why is Wesley in your bed and you bend over him. What are you doing?!" I could see her eyes dart around the room, obviously trying to find a weapon. "Get away from him! Wes? Are you okay?"
I'd roll my eyes if I had the energy. "Cordelia...I'm fine, really." Dammit, so much for not telling anyone about this.
I started to open my mouth to speak, then I frowned, leaning forward as I noticed Wesley's jawmuscles clench as he gritted his teeth. What was happening now?
"Wes?" I asked, concerned. "What's wrong now? Tell me." I was about to say more, when suddenly my doors were flung open, and Cordelia appeared. I jumped as she demanded what I was doing, and my eyes widened.
"What am I doing? I'm helping him," I protested, even as Cordelia stormed toward the bed, pushing me aside. "Wes, tell her! I didn't hurt you-"
"Which is why he's in your bed." Cordelia's eyes widened, and she turned to me, poking me violently in the chest. "Ohmigod. He was sick earlier... are you trying to seduce him? He's got his own room, and you're trying to-"
"What?" I exclaimed again, then, "No! I'm not doing anything, Cordy!" I looked at Wesley, begging for assistance, as Cordelia whirled on him.
"Fine, then. Wesley?" She asked, pointing at me. "Why are you in his bed?" I flinched, remembering how he hadn't wanted anyone to know... what else was he going to use as an excuse for being in my bed, other than he had become paralyzed? That what, we were role playing? Or that he wanted me to seduce him? Somehow, I thought that would go over even worse with Cordy than things were going now, and that was saying something.
Staring up at Cordelia, I opened and closed my mouth several times. But I couldn't get a word in edgewise, as per usual. Why again, had I been so delusional to think I could handle her? Well, I could handle her. Under normal circumstances. But now that I was...am paralyzed, I had very little energy to do anything about it.
I notice Angel shooting me a helpless look, panic in his eyes as he tried to stammer an explanation. Poor sod, all he did was make it worse. Cordy looked at him with wide eyes, poking a finely manicured fingernail in his chest. That must've hurt. At least I hope it did, why should I be the only one to get on the receiving end of those? Gunn always seemed to be able to avoid the nails of doom for some reason.
"Cordelia," I sighed again, for about the tenth time. "Dammit," I muttered under my breath, making Cordelia stop in mid rant and wiping her head around.
"You're cursing," she announced and glared at Angel. "Why is he cursing! He never curses, unless it's that infamous 'bloody hell' of his! Why is he cursing?!"
Oh for...
"Cordelia, can I please...speak now?" I said quietly. And that worked. My theory was that the softer you talked to Cordy, the better she was paying attention. Because she was afraid she'd miss something you were saying.
"Well?" Crossing her arms over her chest, she tapped her feet, the sound filtering thought my ears extra loud. As if the shouting hadn't given me a headache. "I'm waiting wooly boy."
Clearing my throat, I tried to figure out a way to get out from under telling her I'd been effected by that demon poison and been paralyzed for the last few hours. Naked, in Angel's bed. "I...Angel borrowed me some clothes...and...I took a shower while I was here any...way...and..." I took a deep breath, my mind feverishly working on overdrive.
"Yeah?" Cordy thew another venomous glare at Angel. "...And?"
And suddenly I was very glad I was dressed. "I slipped under...the shower?" Oh good god, that was the best I could come up with?
I held up my hands in surrender as Cordelia continued poking me, before she whirled on Wesley. As she did, it registered what time it was, and I frowned. It had only been three hours or so since we had dropped her off... why was she here? Had she had a vision?
Cordelia's attention was on Wesley now, looking at him incredulously. "What do you mean, you slipped under the shower? We all knew how much of a klutz you are, but what, did you fall into Angel's clothes and bed while you were at it?"
I stepped in, before Cordelia could intimidate Wesley any further. Well, now that she had started... I stepped in, "Cordelia, everything's fine, okay? Wesley didn't have any more clean clothes here, so I lent him mine, and you said it yourself, he was sick earlier- my bed was closer." I shrugged, hoping that Cordelia would just let it drop, that Wesley would just play along.
"Okay," she said slowly. "But he looks fine now, why can't he go to his own room?"
I looked pointedly at the bedroom doors, and said mildly, "Well, you woke him up with the slamming door routine, and before that, I was giving him water. See?" I pointed to the glass as proof. She crossed her arms, and I asked, "What are you doing here this late, Cordy? Is something wrong?"
"What?" Cordelia whirled around to face Angel again. For which I was quite glad, it gave me a few more moments to get my story together. As much as there was something to get together. I had no idea what to do or what to tell her. Not and be terribly embarrassed. She had already her doubts about *how* Angel had fished me out of the shower.
Maybe I should just faint. But then they'd both be worried. I was feeling very lightheaded by now though.
"I can't come over and check on my friends anymore!" She poked that lethal nail of hers in his chest again, giving him quite an impressive glare. One had to wonder though, what mad her come over here in the first place.
"Did...you have a vision? Are you alright?" I asked, swallowing hard to wet my throat. I could feel another stab of pain in my leg and quickly tensed my jaws to keep her from noticing anything.
"NO!" She shook her head frantically, and gave me an apologetic look. "No,no, I'm fine, Wes." Automatically she reached out and brushed her hand over my arms. I glanced back at Angel quite relieved. after returning her smile as best as I could at the moment.
Suddenly she narrowed her eyes at me and then glanced over at Angel. "He's in pain," she announced. "He has that 'I'm in pain but I'm hiding it so don't even bother asking me' face! Do something, Angel!"
I looked at her confused and at Angel. "I've a face like...that? I don't have...a face like that!" I protested. And it was a good thing I couldn't move, or my hand would've been touching my face now. Thank god Cordy hadn't noticed that I couldn't move...yet.
Check on her friends? She had seemed all too anxious to get home and relax, earlier... I wonder why she had come. She could just as easily have called, and it was pretty late... shouldn't she have been sleeping?
"I... do what, Cordelia?" I asked blankly. I didn't even know what was hurting Wesley, and I wondered what Cordelia was expecting me to do. "Wesley?" I asked, looking at him to see is he knew what I was supposed to be doing or not.
As Cordelia began demanding to know why he was hurting, I looked at Cordelia, then back at Wesley, and commented, "Yes, you do have that face." I had noticed before, but right now wasn't a time for one of the sibling squabbles between them. it was late, Wesley was paralyzed and hurting, and Cordelia... should have been sleeping, but for some reason had come here in the middle of the night. Suddenly, I remembered the times I had had to call her over to the office out of sleep, and how much she had complained then... so what had happened now?
"See? Even One Expression Man sees that you have a Look," Cordelia pointed out to Wesley, sitting on the edge of the bed. Then, turning to look at me, she said, "I knew that you guys wouldn't be able to stay out of trouble... I couldn't sleep, and there was nothing on television, so I decided to check on Angel to make sure he didn't decide to go off the deep end about Buffy again." She waved her hand carelessly, and I flinched. I wasn't going to go off the deep end... and it had been different when I had 'gone off the deep end' after Darla; I doubted they would ever really understand.
"We're not in trouble..." I said weakly, ignoring the rest of that conversation. There were times to call Cordelia Chase on her mistakes and assumption, but right now, I didn't think this was the time, mostly because she was going into 'protective mother hen' mode with Wes right now, and I wondered what had brought that about. Then, I wondered what she was going to blame me for next. "Wait, are we?"
"You are always in some sort of trouble, Angel," Cordelia informed me loftily. "Where would you be without me?" I smiled at her, and relaxed slightly.
What? What are they on about? I do not have a face like that. I might have a surprised face and the likes, but I do *not* have a face like that. I pride myself in actually being able to hide it dammit. I know I can from the numerous time neither Angel nor Cordelia noticed anything.
Unless they were faking. Which I doubt, because Cordelia can never shut up. Much like she's doing now. And Angel is making even less sense. It was like watching a tennis match without definition. Quite a tiring one at that. The only part of my body to look at them were my eyes.
This entire bickering match went right over my head. It made even less sense to me then the ones Cordy and I have. Used to have, we hardly have them these days. Sometimes I miss that.
Sighing, I closed my eyes, and waited for the pain in my leg to go away. And for them to shut up. Which didn't seem to happen anytime soon. I'll just feign sleep and maybe they'll both go away and leave me to be embarrassed in peace.
Doesn't that get terribly trying after a decade? He's been doing it for how long now? Close to a hundred years. Making an annoyed sound in the back of my throat, I opened my eyes again and looked at him tiredly.
"I know that Angel," I sighed. I seem to be doing that a lot today. Then again, it was a day for sighing. Everything that might go wrong, did go wrong. "You're no different then anyone else...when it comes to that matter." Just another human being. Only he's dead and eats blood. But when it comes to not hurting people? He is at least trying, just like most everyone else.
Taking a deep breath, I gritted my teeth again when that sharp pain shot up my leg again. Both of them this time. They seemed to come closer together those flashes. I've no idea what it means, but they're getting worse. What as that saying again? It needs to get worse before it gets better? That has to be the most stupidest saying I've ever heard.
I was about to tell Angel that he could go now, again. That I'd be fine. But I never got that far. The door was thrown open and Cordelia strode in. Looking quite surprised and then obviously upset.
"Oh my god!" She squeaked. "What's going on here? Angel! Why is Wesley in your bed and you bend over him. What are you doing?!" I could see her eyes dart around the room, obviously trying to find a weapon. "Get away from him! Wes? Are you okay?"
I'd roll my eyes if I had the energy. "Cordelia...I'm fine, really." Dammit, so much for not telling anyone about this.
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"Wes?" I asked, concerned. "What's wrong now? Tell me." I was about to say more, when suddenly my doors were flung open, and Cordelia appeared. I jumped as she demanded what I was doing, and my eyes widened.
"What am I doing? I'm helping him," I protested, even as Cordelia stormed toward the bed, pushing me aside. "Wes, tell her! I didn't hurt you-"
"Which is why he's in your bed." Cordelia's eyes widened, and she turned to me, poking me violently in the chest. "Ohmigod. He was sick earlier... are you trying to seduce him? He's got his own room, and you're trying to-"
"What?" I exclaimed again, then, "No! I'm not doing anything, Cordy!" I looked at Wesley, begging for assistance, as Cordelia whirled on him.
"Fine, then. Wesley?" She asked, pointing at me. "Why are you in his bed?" I flinched, remembering how he hadn't wanted anyone to know... what else was he going to use as an excuse for being in my bed, other than he had become paralyzed? That what, we were role playing? Or that he wanted me to seduce him? Somehow, I thought that would go over even worse with Cordy than things were going now, and that was saying something.
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I notice Angel shooting me a helpless look, panic in his eyes as he tried to stammer an explanation. Poor sod, all he did was make it worse. Cordy looked at him with wide eyes, poking a finely manicured fingernail in his chest. That must've hurt. At least I hope it did, why should I be the only one to get on the receiving end of those? Gunn always seemed to be able to avoid the nails of doom for some reason.
"Cordelia," I sighed again, for about the tenth time. "Dammit," I muttered under my breath, making Cordelia stop in mid rant and wiping her head around.
"You're cursing," she announced and glared at Angel. "Why is he cursing! He never curses, unless it's that infamous 'bloody hell' of his! Why is he cursing?!"
Oh for...
"Cordelia, can I please...speak now?" I said quietly. And that worked. My theory was that the softer you talked to Cordy, the better she was paying attention. Because she was afraid she'd miss something you were saying.
"Well?" Crossing her arms over her chest, she tapped her feet, the sound filtering thought my ears extra loud. As if the shouting hadn't given me a headache. "I'm waiting wooly boy."
Clearing my throat, I tried to figure out a way to get out from under telling her I'd been effected by that demon poison and been paralyzed for the last few hours. Naked, in Angel's bed. "I...Angel borrowed me some clothes...and...I took a shower while I was here any...way...and..." I took a deep breath, my mind feverishly working on overdrive.
"Yeah?" Cordy thew another venomous glare at Angel. "...And?"
And suddenly I was very glad I was dressed. "I slipped under...the shower?" Oh good god, that was the best I could come up with?
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Cordelia's attention was on Wesley now, looking at him incredulously. "What do you mean, you slipped under the shower? We all knew how much of a klutz you are, but what, did you fall into Angel's clothes and bed while you were at it?"
I stepped in, before Cordelia could intimidate Wesley any further. Well, now that she had started... I stepped in, "Cordelia, everything's fine, okay? Wesley didn't have any more clean clothes here, so I lent him mine, and you said it yourself, he was sick earlier- my bed was closer." I shrugged, hoping that Cordelia would just let it drop, that Wesley would just play along.
"Okay," she said slowly. "But he looks fine now, why can't he go to his own room?"
I looked pointedly at the bedroom doors, and said mildly, "Well, you woke him up with the slamming door routine, and before that, I was giving him water. See?" I pointed to the glass as proof. She crossed her arms, and I asked, "What are you doing here this late, Cordy? Is something wrong?"
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Maybe I should just faint. But then they'd both be worried. I was feeling very lightheaded by now though.
"I can't come over and check on my friends anymore!" She poked that lethal nail of hers in his chest again, giving him quite an impressive glare. One had to wonder though, what mad her come over here in the first place.
"Did...you have a vision? Are you alright?" I asked, swallowing hard to wet my throat. I could feel another stab of pain in my leg and quickly tensed my jaws to keep her from noticing anything.
"NO!" She shook her head frantically, and gave me an apologetic look. "No,no, I'm fine, Wes." Automatically she reached out and brushed her hand over my arms. I glanced back at Angel quite relieved. after returning her smile as best as I could at the moment.
Suddenly she narrowed her eyes at me and then glanced over at Angel. "He's in pain," she announced. "He has that 'I'm in pain but I'm hiding it so don't even bother asking me' face! Do something, Angel!"
I looked at her confused and at Angel. "I've a face like...that? I don't have...a face like that!" I protested. And it was a good thing I couldn't move, or my hand would've been touching my face now. Thank god Cordy hadn't noticed that I couldn't move...yet.
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"I... do what, Cordelia?" I asked blankly. I didn't even know what was hurting Wesley, and I wondered what Cordelia was expecting me to do. "Wesley?" I asked, looking at him to see is he knew what I was supposed to be doing or not.
As Cordelia began demanding to know why he was hurting, I looked at Cordelia, then back at Wesley, and commented, "Yes, you do have that face." I had noticed before, but right now wasn't a time for one of the sibling squabbles between them. it was late, Wesley was paralyzed and hurting, and Cordelia... should have been sleeping, but for some reason had come here in the middle of the night. Suddenly, I remembered the times I had had to call her over to the office out of sleep, and how much she had complained then... so what had happened now?
"See? Even One Expression Man sees that you have a Look," Cordelia pointed out to Wesley, sitting on the edge of the bed. Then, turning to look at me, she said, "I knew that you guys wouldn't be able to stay out of trouble... I couldn't sleep, and there was nothing on television, so I decided to check on Angel to make sure he didn't decide to go off the deep end about Buffy again." She waved her hand carelessly, and I flinched. I wasn't going to go off the deep end... and it had been different when I had 'gone off the deep end' after Darla; I doubted they would ever really understand.
"We're not in trouble..." I said weakly, ignoring the rest of that conversation. There were times to call Cordelia Chase on her mistakes and assumption, but right now, I didn't think this was the time, mostly because she was going into 'protective mother hen' mode with Wes right now, and I wondered what had brought that about. Then, I wondered what she was going to blame me for next. "Wait, are we?"
"You are always in some sort of trouble, Angel," Cordelia informed me loftily. "Where would you be without me?" I smiled at her, and relaxed slightly.
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Unless they were faking. Which I doubt, because Cordelia can never shut up. Much like she's doing now. And Angel is making even less sense. It was like watching a tennis match without definition. Quite a tiring one at that. The only part of my body to look at them were my eyes.
This entire bickering match went right over my head. It made even less sense to me then the ones Cordy and I have. Used to have, we hardly have them these days. Sometimes I miss that.
Sighing, I closed my eyes, and waited for the pain in my leg to go away. And for them to shut up. Which didn't seem to happen anytime soon. I'll just feign sleep and maybe they'll both go away and leave me to be embarrassed in peace.
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