tabula___rasa Fred
The trip from Los Angeles to Sunnydale was uneventful, except that Cordelia had a complaint about everything that happened. We took the train and she complained that the porter wouldn't carry all seven of her bags into the main compartment because she wanted them close in case she needed to change her outfit. She complained when the towels in the public bathroom weren't the right blend of cotton. She complained when the menu didn't have the right kind of bottled water and when the meal we were served was too salty, then it was too dry, then it was too cold. I didn't know there could be so many things wrong in a trip that only lasted seven hours, but Cordy educated me on that subject.
I didn't want to cause any problems, so I curled up in a chair in one of the riding cars and began reading through one of the demon books Wesley gave me. It didn't feel right that Wesley wasn't with us. He should be here, making sure Cordy wasn't complaining too much and making sure that I wasn't terrified of every noise that I didn't recognize. Which I wasn't...at least not every noise. At least where we were going had Angel. He would make sure everything was alright once we got to Sunnydale, even if it was full of really bad things and a Hellmouth. He was my our champion and he would make sure I we were alright.
The train finally pulled into the station in Sunnydale and the porter actually made sure all of Cordy's bags were off the train. I thought I heard him say something like 'good riddance' but I wasn't sure and when I saw the deserted train station, I wasn't really worried about the porter anymore. I stepped back a couple steps and whispered, "Cordy...maybe we should get back...on the train...." But when I turned around, the train was already speeding away.
I swallowed hard and looked around the station. I wished Cordy had called ahead and told Angel we were going to be here and that he could come pick us up so that we wouldn't be murdered and killed and eaten when we got into town. I was terrified and all I wanted to do was go to my room and hide under my bed. I moved closer to Cordelia and whispered, "Cordy...what...what now?"
I didn't want to cause any problems, so I curled up in a chair in one of the riding cars and began reading through one of the demon books Wesley gave me. It didn't feel right that Wesley wasn't with us. He should be here, making sure Cordy wasn't complaining too much and making sure that I wasn't terrified of every noise that I didn't recognize. Which I wasn't...at least not every noise. At least where we were going had Angel. He would make sure everything was alright once we got to Sunnydale, even if it was full of really bad things and a Hellmouth. He was my our champion and he would make sure I we were alright.
The train finally pulled into the station in Sunnydale and the porter actually made sure all of Cordy's bags were off the train. I thought I heard him say something like 'good riddance' but I wasn't sure and when I saw the deserted train station, I wasn't really worried about the porter anymore. I stepped back a couple steps and whispered, "Cordy...maybe we should get back...on the train...." But when I turned around, the train was already speeding away.
I swallowed hard and looked around the station. I wished Cordy had called ahead and told Angel we were going to be here and that he could come pick us up so that we wouldn't be murdered and killed and eaten when we got into town. I was terrified and all I wanted to do was go to my room and hide under my bed. I moved closer to Cordelia and whispered, "Cordy...what...what now?"