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[divinecordelia]

After I left Wesley sleeping or resting, who knows if that man would stay down, he's so bull headed, I headed back to my room. Joyce's old room. Willow and Tara's old room. I guess. It was just a room with a bed. I looked around and let out a sigh, I wasn't ready to sleep. I was actually a little afraid to sleep, but I wasn't about to admit that.

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[divinecordelia]

I glanced at him as he plopped beside me, squeezing us both onto the small love seat, declaring he wasn't the only one screaming. I rolled my eyes at him, same old Xander Harris, screams like a girl and runs the likely hood of passing out in extreme danger. I kinda missed that about him, made me think of old times back in high school. I shook my head as he went on his Angelus was here freak out, looking me over for any scrapes and or bumps.

"He wasn't here, he called. If he were here, would I be sitting here telling you about it? Probably not. I'd probably be lying dead upstairs in a bed with a sick little tribute to me like he did with Ms. Calender." I glanced at him as he told me Faith was in fact here, in this house upstairs. He then proceeded to tell me that she was a little beaten up and didn't need a we were worried lecture. "Yeah, okay whatever. In the mean time Wesley and I nearly got killed, but fine fine. I'll let her lick her wounds in private."

I got up from the sofa and moved to the large plate glass window in the room, glancing out and wondering if we were all going to die. That was always on my mind lately and with good reason. Buffy and Angelus were out there, waiting to kill us all and take over the world or something.

"Are you scared, Xander?" I asked quietly, still glancing out the window.

[xandman]

I wince when she mentions Ms. Calender. It's been a long time since I've thought about her. Too long. Especially when I told myself that I'd never forget. That was the problem though. We'd all gotten too used to seeing Angel as a good guy with a shady past instead of recognizing what he really was deep down. We never should have forgotten.

I sigh with relief when she says that she's going to let Faith have her space. I know Cordy has her own brand of affection and ways of showing concern, but most of the time it involves yelling at someone for how much they discomfort they put her in. Maybe she hasn't changed that much from high school after all.

I watch her move towards the window, fighting back the remark that it's probably not a good idea to be so visible. Her face remains blank as she looks out the window, obviously lost in thought and I decide at that moment that she has changed.

Am I scared? Does Sunnydale have a high death toll? Hell, yes, I'm scared. Though I'm not sure saying it would be the most comforting thing for Cordy.

I wait a minute before responding. "Yes," I say evenly. Cordy's always seen right through my lies. There's no use in trying to shield her from anything, she's right here in the middle of it. "I don't know what's going to happen." I look away from her towards the blank tv for a moment and then my gaze returns to her. "But then again, I never do. And things have always turned out alright before. I just have to keep thinking there's another miracle around the corner somewhere. I refuse to believe that this is it, you know?"

[divinecordelia]

I looked over my shoulder at Xander as he told me he refused to let this be it, that things have always gone right before. Before, keyword. I turned around and set myself on the couch, rubbing my fingers over the cast on my arm and wishing I really hadn't punched that wall. Oh well, not like that matters now. My eyes gazed up at him as he sat there with the same thoughts running through his mind.

"It was always alright before because we had Buffy." I said quietly, looking back down at my cast. "Now she's ... she's a vampire and with Angelus, that's like insane-o times for the evil dead. Faith ... Faith is a Slayer yeah I get that, but she- everything in the past Xander. Who's to say she's changed? How do we know she's not going to go all psycho again and leave us high and dry? I mean I for one would love to put all my eggs in her basket, but ... I'm scared."

I felt myself start to fidget, and I knew if I didn't get up and do something I was likely to start crying. Crying in front of Xander, though slightly comforting, wasn't doable. I was tired of crying and being scared out of my mind, everyone was hurt and no one had a plan. The only plan seemed like we were all going to die. Dying didn't sound so wonderful. I was waiting for the PTBs to drop the motherload of a vision on me, telling me or showing me the way out. The light at the end of the tunnel, but they were never that easy. I still wished it would happen, and hoped like hell it would.

"Is she, is she alright? I mean did Buffy and Angelus get her or what? I found Wesley on the porch all banged up and he said Buffy had left him there. Where did she go? Back to what? Kick their asses or something?" I glanced at him wanting answers, Faith had to be okay. She was our only hope.

[xandman]

As I watched her fidget I suddenly felt the feelings from high school overtake me. I wanted to reach out and touch her. Not in the naughty way, but the girl looked like she needed a hug. She probably did, it's not like one would have done her bad.

But this was Cordelia Chase, and no matter how much she might need something she wasn't going to admit it until she was ready. If I tried to hug her now I'd most likely find myself with a stake in the heart. I looked down at her cast and frowned, wishing there was someway I could make things better.

"I'm scared too, but I think...I think that if anyone can do something it's Faith. I'm not saying she's a saint, but she knows Buffy and Angel and she wants to save them. Otherwise she wouldn't be here. She's also got something to prove, and for once, that's not a bad thing." I sighed, and put a hand on Cordy's shoulder. "She didn't really go into details, except I know it was both of them and she's in a world of hurt. But she survived. She got away. And next time she won't be alone. I know things are wierd, I mean obviously you and Wes have your own connection going, and I've...well I've sort of been out of the picture for a while, but we have to stick together. They know us and our weaknesses, our only chance of surviving is sticking together and staying strong."