hc_bingo (Fic) Positive [Angel] (Cordelia/Angel)
Title: positive (that we've taken this too far)
Author: mizzy2k
Rating: PG
Fandom: Angel
Disclaimer: Nothing Whedon-created belongs to me. D:
Prompt from mystizan for the hc_bingo square unexpected pregnancy: Cordy/Angel She stood in their bathroom, staring in disbelief at the pregnancy test. But... can vampires make girls pregnant?
Cordelia stands in their bathroom, staring in belief at the pregnancy test.
It's the third one. The first had two lines, which could have meant anything, and the second had a cross, which Cordelia didn't know if it was an X for No, or + for Positive.
This third one spells it out in English, in neat, tiny, impossible characters. Pregnant.
Her hands go automatically to her abdomen. Sure, she's put on a couple of pounds over the last couple of weeks, but... The chill that runs through her body goes right down her spine, and up again, and the test slips out of her clammy fingers. She watches it fall to the ground, and something crawls into the back of her mind - suspicion. A couple of months before, when she started sleeping with Angel, the first time they were together, Cordelia had a painful, tight vision that she had been violently annoyed with at the time (interrupted orgasms were bad enough; interrupted orgasms because of a premonition? Way worse.) The vision hadn’t made much sense. Someone smiling. A hand pressed flush against a pane of glass. Blood on the edge of a path. Something falling from her hand.
Now at least one part of it made horrible, technicolor sense.
They had been careful, and he was a vampire. That’s why Cordelia had been so careful in buying the three different types, because they’d been careful, because Angel was a vampire, and-
And it isn’t possible. Of course it isn’t. Cordelia’s head is swimming, and the fingers she has pressed over her abdomen tighten - become claws. Her fingertips curl into her soft skin, clenching like a kitten pawing at a cushion to make it sit right, and she lets out a moan because that’s all her body can manage to do.
She’s not pregnant by a vampire. Of course not.
It’s one of those things again.
One of those things they hunt and kill has crawled inside her, laid something inside her. Something which is growing.
The moan in her throat bubbles and scratches the back of her throat, and she finds it suddenly difficult to remain upright. She pushes out her hand to stop her from falling, and she looks up at the mirror through her splayed fingers, at her fractured reflection. She looks almost like a thing herself; dark bags under her eyes, pale skin, and she must have pushed her fingers through her hair at some point, because she looks like a scarecrow. She stares until her fragmented reflection doesn’t even look like a Picasso, it looks like a collection of pieces of another person’s face, and then her eyes focus on something else. Her hand, pressed up close against the glass of the mirror.
Another sign from her vision.
The moan crumbling and burning her throat turns into a full blooded scream, but Cordelia’s not there to hear the end of it- the fractured dizziness climbing up through her body takes hold, and she crumples to the tiled floor like a broken doll.
-+-+-+-
It’s the pounding headache she notices first, and it’s natural for Cordelia to attribute that sort of pain to a premonition. A whimper escapes her mouth and she brings up her fingers to hold it back, but her lips taste oddly sour, almost metallic, and as her vision refocuses, she notices the blood on her fingertips.
Then she notices Angel, knelt on the floor, both his hands on her elbows. Supporting her where she didn’t even know she needed it.
“You took a nasty spill,” Angel says, “we need to get you cleaned up.”
Cordelia tries to protest, but a sound like a trapped bird leaks from behind her closed lips, and Angel turns to look for the first aid kit, and sees the pregnancy test instead. His expression doesn’t change, but his expression only ever remains exactly the same when he’s feeling the most emotion.
Hell rages behind his blank stares even on the best of days.
She opens her mouth, a scream half-hurtling out even before her lips are wide enough, and she finds herself hauled against him, the cotton of his shirt against her open mouth, his hands tangled in her mess of hair. It occurs to her how far she’s come, from pampered valley girl to this, crumpled tangle of a mess, pregnant and being comforted by a vampire. By Sunnydale standards, it’s pretty good actually. A laugh bubbles out of her scream before she can push it back down, but he muffles that too, with his body and then with his hands, either side of her face, holding her still.
“Whatever this is,” Angel says, “whatever this is, we’ll make it through.”
She doesn’t believe him. She can’t. She won’t. She’ll never-
“Together,” he says. “Say it with me. Come on.”
She can’t breathe. This thing inside her, it’s too much, too strong, too-
“Cordy.” His words are a breath against her cheek.
“Together,” she manages, her voice a whisper against his strength. It’s a magic spell, and she is calm under his touch.
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Author: mizzy2k
Rating: PG
Fandom: Angel
Disclaimer: Nothing Whedon-created belongs to me. D:
Prompt from mystizan for the hc_bingo square unexpected pregnancy: Cordy/Angel She stood in their bathroom, staring in disbelief at the pregnancy test. But... can vampires make girls pregnant?
Cordelia stands in their bathroom, staring in belief at the pregnancy test.
It's the third one. The first had two lines, which could have meant anything, and the second had a cross, which Cordelia didn't know if it was an X for No, or + for Positive.
This third one spells it out in English, in neat, tiny, impossible characters. Pregnant.
Her hands go automatically to her abdomen. Sure, she's put on a couple of pounds over the last couple of weeks, but... The chill that runs through her body goes right down her spine, and up again, and the test slips out of her clammy fingers. She watches it fall to the ground, and something crawls into the back of her mind - suspicion. A couple of months before, when she started sleeping with Angel, the first time they were together, Cordelia had a painful, tight vision that she had been violently annoyed with at the time (interrupted orgasms were bad enough; interrupted orgasms because of a premonition? Way worse.) The vision hadn’t made much sense. Someone smiling. A hand pressed flush against a pane of glass. Blood on the edge of a path. Something falling from her hand.
Now at least one part of it made horrible, technicolor sense.
They had been careful, and he was a vampire. That’s why Cordelia had been so careful in buying the three different types, because they’d been careful, because Angel was a vampire, and-
And it isn’t possible. Of course it isn’t. Cordelia’s head is swimming, and the fingers she has pressed over her abdomen tighten - become claws. Her fingertips curl into her soft skin, clenching like a kitten pawing at a cushion to make it sit right, and she lets out a moan because that’s all her body can manage to do.
She’s not pregnant by a vampire. Of course not.
It’s one of those things again.
One of those things they hunt and kill has crawled inside her, laid something inside her. Something which is growing.
The moan in her throat bubbles and scratches the back of her throat, and she finds it suddenly difficult to remain upright. She pushes out her hand to stop her from falling, and she looks up at the mirror through her splayed fingers, at her fractured reflection. She looks almost like a thing herself; dark bags under her eyes, pale skin, and she must have pushed her fingers through her hair at some point, because she looks like a scarecrow. She stares until her fragmented reflection doesn’t even look like a Picasso, it looks like a collection of pieces of another person’s face, and then her eyes focus on something else. Her hand, pressed up close against the glass of the mirror.
Another sign from her vision.
The moan crumbling and burning her throat turns into a full blooded scream, but Cordelia’s not there to hear the end of it- the fractured dizziness climbing up through her body takes hold, and she crumples to the tiled floor like a broken doll.
-+-+-+-
It’s the pounding headache she notices first, and it’s natural for Cordelia to attribute that sort of pain to a premonition. A whimper escapes her mouth and she brings up her fingers to hold it back, but her lips taste oddly sour, almost metallic, and as her vision refocuses, she notices the blood on her fingertips.
Then she notices Angel, knelt on the floor, both his hands on her elbows. Supporting her where she didn’t even know she needed it.
“You took a nasty spill,” Angel says, “we need to get you cleaned up.”
Cordelia tries to protest, but a sound like a trapped bird leaks from behind her closed lips, and Angel turns to look for the first aid kit, and sees the pregnancy test instead. His expression doesn’t change, but his expression only ever remains exactly the same when he’s feeling the most emotion.
Hell rages behind his blank stares even on the best of days.
She opens her mouth, a scream half-hurtling out even before her lips are wide enough, and she finds herself hauled against him, the cotton of his shirt against her open mouth, his hands tangled in her mess of hair. It occurs to her how far she’s come, from pampered valley girl to this, crumpled tangle of a mess, pregnant and being comforted by a vampire. By Sunnydale standards, it’s pretty good actually. A laugh bubbles out of her scream before she can push it back down, but he muffles that too, with his body and then with his hands, either side of her face, holding her still.
“Whatever this is,” Angel says, “whatever this is, we’ll make it through.”
She doesn’t believe him. She can’t. She won’t. She’ll never-
“Together,” he says. “Say it with me. Come on.”
She can’t breathe. This thing inside her, it’s too much, too strong, too-
“Cordy.” His words are a breath against her cheek.
“Together,” she manages, her voice a whisper against his strength. It’s a magic spell, and she is calm under his touch.
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