[7SP] Dinah Shore quote
[Set in whatyou_wanted. Oliver is yeahihidmypants, Buffy is isaywe_party, Faith is msattentionspan, Sam is imnot_likeyou.]
“Trouble is part of your life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you a chance to love you enough.”
If Sunnydale had ever had anything close to royalty on their planet, the Chases would have been it.
Politically motivated, largely outspoken, and insanely comfortable for living in a country that was constantly at war, Cordelia was raised to expect more about the world than the world may have been willing to give. The first female Chase in a long line of men that had lead armies in the battle against the demons and vampires, and they expected high things of her, just like they would have everyone else. In fact, they expected her to be Slayer, one of the best trained soldiers the planet had to offer, but as she grew up, her genetic markers made it clear that she wouldn’t be a candidate. Her parents were disappointed, and were never shy about letting Cordelia know that, which lead to her doing her best to make up for it.
Everyone was a soldier on Sunnydale, so she pushed herself to be as best as she could, even without the slayer potential. She managed to excel far enough to have her wind up on a squad with two slayers, Buffy and Faith. She wasn’t keen on making friends at first, just aiming to do a job, but eventually the people she was traveling with on the battlefield became surrogate family. Further down the line, she started to care for them more than her own, to the point where she would sacrifice her own safety for them if that was what it took. It wasn’t a quality that the Chases were meant to admire, and one of the few times where she had been seriously injured to protect one of the less valuable members of the team, like Xander or Dawn, her parents had no trouble coming down on her hard for it. But in the end, she was the one who came out on top.
The Doctor came and whisked them away, and as the planet imploded around them, she never looked back.
Landing in America in 2009, however, was a little more difficult to adjust to. It wasn’t just the lack of status, she was nonexistent. She had nothing to prove that she was real beyond the fact that she was right in front of them, and without the appropriate paper work she couldn’t find a halfway decent job in order to keep herself as comfortable as she would have liked.
However, Chases wouldn’t be considered Chases if they didn’t manage to pull out all the stops at social climbing. Buffy had her Doctor, and Faith may have been content to scrounge at the bottom for the time being, but she couldn’t say she was satisfied when she could barely make enough money to eat and was treated as second class. She needed to move up in the world, and it didn’t take long to learn that a woman who needed to move up needed to use her naturally given assets. She wasn’t a whore. She wouldn’t use her body completely to get the level of comfort she wanted out of her life, but wasn’t above using it to at least get her foot in the door. She managed to scrounge together enough money to get herself a fantastic dress, perfected the make-up and hair of the era, and somehow stumbled into the lap of Oliver Queen.
Oliver was full of surprises. She had anticipated for him to be careful, but the background check and Torchwood, she didn’t. She didn’t understand why a wealthy man like Oliver needed to have his hand in the business of the rift, especially considering that it could be a messy one at that, but she wasn’t one to complain. It meant that there was one less secret that she had to keep. And considering that he was capable of keeping hers, she could see things finally starting to even out.
They hadn’t been in New York long at this point-Sam hadn’t really seen a need to open up a hub on one of the off-shoots of the rift until the events had really started to add up, and now that there was room to be concerned, Sam needed someone to run it. Even Cordelia could see that Oliver was the logical choice and while she was a bit reluctant to leave what she had built behind in Lawrence, as she looked over the view from the window of their apartment, she knew she couldn’t have made a better choice.
This was the life that she had been built for. And anyone trying to get in her way was going to be sorely disappointed.
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“Trouble is part of your life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you a chance to love you enough.”
If Sunnydale had ever had anything close to royalty on their planet, the Chases would have been it.
Politically motivated, largely outspoken, and insanely comfortable for living in a country that was constantly at war, Cordelia was raised to expect more about the world than the world may have been willing to give. The first female Chase in a long line of men that had lead armies in the battle against the demons and vampires, and they expected high things of her, just like they would have everyone else. In fact, they expected her to be Slayer, one of the best trained soldiers the planet had to offer, but as she grew up, her genetic markers made it clear that she wouldn’t be a candidate. Her parents were disappointed, and were never shy about letting Cordelia know that, which lead to her doing her best to make up for it.
Everyone was a soldier on Sunnydale, so she pushed herself to be as best as she could, even without the slayer potential. She managed to excel far enough to have her wind up on a squad with two slayers, Buffy and Faith. She wasn’t keen on making friends at first, just aiming to do a job, but eventually the people she was traveling with on the battlefield became surrogate family. Further down the line, she started to care for them more than her own, to the point where she would sacrifice her own safety for them if that was what it took. It wasn’t a quality that the Chases were meant to admire, and one of the few times where she had been seriously injured to protect one of the less valuable members of the team, like Xander or Dawn, her parents had no trouble coming down on her hard for it. But in the end, she was the one who came out on top.
The Doctor came and whisked them away, and as the planet imploded around them, she never looked back.
Landing in America in 2009, however, was a little more difficult to adjust to. It wasn’t just the lack of status, she was nonexistent. She had nothing to prove that she was real beyond the fact that she was right in front of them, and without the appropriate paper work she couldn’t find a halfway decent job in order to keep herself as comfortable as she would have liked.
However, Chases wouldn’t be considered Chases if they didn’t manage to pull out all the stops at social climbing. Buffy had her Doctor, and Faith may have been content to scrounge at the bottom for the time being, but she couldn’t say she was satisfied when she could barely make enough money to eat and was treated as second class. She needed to move up in the world, and it didn’t take long to learn that a woman who needed to move up needed to use her naturally given assets. She wasn’t a whore. She wouldn’t use her body completely to get the level of comfort she wanted out of her life, but wasn’t above using it to at least get her foot in the door. She managed to scrounge together enough money to get herself a fantastic dress, perfected the make-up and hair of the era, and somehow stumbled into the lap of Oliver Queen.
Oliver was full of surprises. She had anticipated for him to be careful, but the background check and Torchwood, she didn’t. She didn’t understand why a wealthy man like Oliver needed to have his hand in the business of the rift, especially considering that it could be a messy one at that, but she wasn’t one to complain. It meant that there was one less secret that she had to keep. And considering that he was capable of keeping hers, she could see things finally starting to even out.
They hadn’t been in New York long at this point-Sam hadn’t really seen a need to open up a hub on one of the off-shoots of the rift until the events had really started to add up, and now that there was room to be concerned, Sam needed someone to run it. Even Cordelia could see that Oliver was the logical choice and while she was a bit reluctant to leave what she had built behind in Lawrence, as she looked over the view from the window of their apartment, she knew she couldn’t have made a better choice.
This was the life that she had been built for. And anyone trying to get in her way was going to be sorely disappointed.
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