Fic:Fallen Heroes Daniel/Angel, Angel/Wes implied FRT this chapter (5/?)
AtS/Stargate SG1 crossover
Spoilers: Ats: AU from end of S4, spoilers for Conviction; SG1: AU from Fallen
Summary: AI is changed; can a mysterious stranger help them?
Disclaimer: Angel the Series and Stargate do not belong to me. There is no infringement intended. This work of fiction is purely for entertainment purposes and there is no profit being made.
Distribution: If you really want this, just ask.
Authors Notes: All parts found here. Thanks to
fiareynne for the artwork, and for looking this part over for mistakes.
Part four
Angel got the call early in the morning. At first he was sure it was a hoax, but the familiar voice of Carla, the night nurse, assured him it wasn’t. He was shaking as he placed the phone back on the hook. Cordelia was awake. After all this time….
How the hell was he going to tell her about Wesley? About Connor? About everything? She was going to be so disappointed with him for joining Wolfram and Hart. He was going to need moral support to face her. Lorne and Gunn were busy, Fred was buried in work and Spike, and he was definitely out of the question. So that left Daniel. It was better than going alone.
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They room was typical of any hospital room, smelling strongly of antiseptic and disinfectant. Daniel shuddered. For some reason being here brought up bad feelings. He just wished he could remember why. He was uncomfortable and uncertain as to why Angel had brought him along. There was an older woman in the other bed, the privacy drawn back to show the second bed empty.
“Cordelia?” Angel ventured.
A gorgeous brunette walked out of the bathroom, smiling wide and running a hand through her hair.
“Yeah. That chick is in rough shape. You’d think they’d give miss one-foot-in-the-grave a private room…which brings me to, hey… couldn’t you stick me someplace that smells a little less like ammonia soaked death?”
Angel stepped forward and wrapped the woman, Cordelia Daniel amended, in a hug. Daniel just stepped back, feeling like a third wheel.
“Cordy,” Angel repeated.
“Yeah, it’s me. So, who’s the cutie? Where’s Wes? And why didn’t you bring Connor?”
Angel let her go slowly. Daniel watched as this vampire, man, person, who was usually so untouchable, so tough, retreated within himself becoming hesitant and unsure.
“Cordy…Wes….Wesley’s dead,” Angel choked out. “And Connor…it’s a long story.”
For some reason Daniel felt he should put a comforting hand on Angel’s shoulder or something. But Cordelia beat him to it. She pulled Angel down, his head resting on her shoulder, comforting him. She whispered nonsense words as he shook in her arms. She did all of this while giving Daniel an appraising look, as if trying to judge him, or maybe remember him. Daniel looked back, a memory, or vague hint of one, played at the edge of his mind. Cordelia looked familiar. He stopped looking and gestured to the door.
“I’ll…uh, be outside when you’re ready.”
Cordelia nodded, continuing to offer Angel comfort. It was another piece to the puzzle that was his life. But what confused him was how in the hell he knew a woman who’d been a coma for a year.
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By the time they’d arrived at Wolfram and Hart (and boy was Angel going to get an earful when she had a moment), Cordelia had figured out why Daniel (Angel had finally told her his name) looked so familiar.
She’d seen him, talked with him while she was a higher being. He’d been Ascended which was slightly different, but same basic job description. Nice enough guy, if a little reckless. Daniel was always pushing the envelope, not quite breaking the rules, but getting pretty darn close.
The PTBs and the Ancients (how pretentious was that?) got along, barely. She’d heard that Daniel had finally crossed the line, obliterated it in fact. The Ancients were going to send him back to his friends and family. This had her questioning why he’d ended up in Los Angeles.
Cordelia shook herself. No time for that, she had one reason to be here and then she was leaving, that was the deal. But that still gave her time for a little meddling. She knocked on Daniel’s office door.
“Come in.”
“You know, that’s a dangerous thing to say around here, might get you killed if you’re not careful.”
Daniel looked up, surprised at first, but then smiled and gestured to the chair across from him at his desk. Cordy sat.
“I know,” he answered, blushing a little. “But Angel assured me that I’m under his protection. Anyone tries anything and he’ll, uh, dust them is the phrase he used, I believe.”
God, he was a bit like Wesley, Cordy thought. She noticed him staring and he noticed her noticing before ducking his head.
‘Sorry, it’s just…you look really familiar.”
“I’ve done some commercials; maybe you’ve seen me in them.”
“Maybe,” he conceded. “What can I do for you?”
“Look, I came to give you some advice. Go for it.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “Don’t play dumb with me. I’ve seen the way you look at him and honey, I don’t blame you. If Angel wasn’t gay, I would have made a play for him a long time ago.”
“I don’t…I’m not…Angel’s gay?”
Cordy laughed. “Have you seen his hair?” she asked. “Never mind. I don’t have a lot of time, so here’s the sitch. Angel had a thing for Wesley. Wesley had a thing for Angel. For a while there they were hot and heavy and I was sure it was going to last. But the last time I was around, they were more off than on.”
“I don’t know…”
“Time constraint, no interrupty please,” she said. “Just listen and think about what I tell you okay?”
Daniel nodded.
“Good. Now, Angel, if given the chance, is going to mourn Wesley for a very long time. Given that he’s a vampire, that’s no understatement. Wes wouldn’t want that. No one wants that, trust me. Angel in full brood? Bad. So I say go for it. He’s stubborn and hard headed, so don’t let up. But once he let’s you in? Treasure that. He’ll be a better person for it. And the world will be a better place if Angel has someone.”
Cordy watched as he digested all of that for a moment before speaking.
“What about this curse I heard about?”
“One time deal. When he was re-cursed it didn’t come with any clauses attached. His soul is pretty much permanent now.”
“How can you be sure?”
Cordy just smiled. “I have my sources. Very influential people who assure me it is true. Now, it’s been fun, but I gotta go, things to do. Remember, go for it.”
With that she got up, waved and left a very confused Daniel behind. With any luck she’d gotten through to him. Angel was going to need someone in the coming weeks.
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Watching the video had Cordy nearly in tears. Sure, Doyle had been hopeless and a sometimes dumb, but he’d been a hero and she missed him. She sniffed and turned on the bed to see Angel. Not surprising since this was his room.
“Hope you don’t mind, I found it and was feeling nostalgic. I can’t believe you kept it.”
Angel ducked his head. “It was…you couldn’t sleep?”
“Oh, no sleep for me. I’ve slept enough for one lifetime,” she assured him. “So you ever gonna tell me why you hooked up with Evil, Inc.?”
“Connor,” he said looking up again.
Angel had reminded her of Holtz and the grown up Connor. Then he’d told her about the thing that had taken over her body. Cordy was secretly glad she wouldn’t remember any of this where she was going because…ewwww.
“They don’t remember him. The senior partners altered reality. He has a normal life, something I couldn’t give him.”
Cordy got up from the bed and walked over to him.
“I assumed you’d be lost without me, but this?”
“I am lost without you. Without…,” he said, looking at the floor.
She lifted it back up with a gentle hand to his chin, looking straight into his eyes.
“Let me tell you how it is, Angel. You always fought hardest for what was right, even when you couldn’t remember why. Having me and Wes in your life, it just made you fight that much harder. Having someone to fight for is a good thing. Losing Wes it…it brought you down.”
“Cordy, Wes and I….”
“I know. You were apart when he died. But you still loved him. And he probably still loved you. It sucks but you gotta move on, Angel.”
“I can’t Cordy, I just…,” he sounded so defeated, like he was going to give up.
“No. No ifs ands or buts mister. The Powers That Be woke me up for a reason. I can’t tell you everything, but it’s gonna get rough. And you’re going to need someone on your side during all of it.”
“Can’t you stay?” he pleaded.
She looked at him wistfully. “No, I can’t. Wesley wouldn’t want you to be alone; he’d want you to move on. You should move on. You and brooding is a bad combo.”
Angel half smiled at that. “With who? There’s no one in my life, except Spike and I’m not going there again.”
Cordy was tempted to ask, but didn’t.
“There is someone else. Tall, brunette, blue eyes, total hottie who may have a crush on you.”
“Daniel? No, he’s….”
“Angel, please. Just get over yourself and ask, okay. For me?”
“Maybe. Sure you can’t stay?”
“Really can’t sweetie. You should say goodbye to everyone for me. There’s just one thing I have to do.”
She quickly took a hold of his face before kissing him. He sputtered, but was kissing her back. She felt the power transfer to him. Then the phone rang and they broke apart.
“You know, um, I don’t …I don’t need to get that,” he said.
“Yes, yes you do. And you’re welcome.”
Angel picked up the phone; half listening as the nurse at the hospital was telling him Cordy had passed away which was ridiculous because she was standing right….She was gone. He replaced the phone and spoke to the empty room.
“Thank you.”
Spoilers: Ats: AU from end of S4, spoilers for Conviction; SG1: AU from Fallen
Summary: AI is changed; can a mysterious stranger help them?
Disclaimer: Angel the Series and Stargate do not belong to me. There is no infringement intended. This work of fiction is purely for entertainment purposes and there is no profit being made.
Distribution: If you really want this, just ask.
Authors Notes: All parts found here. Thanks to
fiareynne for the artwork, and for looking this part over for mistakes.
Part four
Angel got the call early in the morning. At first he was sure it was a hoax, but the familiar voice of Carla, the night nurse, assured him it wasn’t. He was shaking as he placed the phone back on the hook. Cordelia was awake. After all this time….
How the hell was he going to tell her about Wesley? About Connor? About everything? She was going to be so disappointed with him for joining Wolfram and Hart. He was going to need moral support to face her. Lorne and Gunn were busy, Fred was buried in work and Spike, and he was definitely out of the question. So that left Daniel. It was better than going alone.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They room was typical of any hospital room, smelling strongly of antiseptic and disinfectant. Daniel shuddered. For some reason being here brought up bad feelings. He just wished he could remember why. He was uncomfortable and uncertain as to why Angel had brought him along. There was an older woman in the other bed, the privacy drawn back to show the second bed empty.
“Cordelia?” Angel ventured.
A gorgeous brunette walked out of the bathroom, smiling wide and running a hand through her hair.
“Yeah. That chick is in rough shape. You’d think they’d give miss one-foot-in-the-grave a private room…which brings me to, hey… couldn’t you stick me someplace that smells a little less like ammonia soaked death?”
Angel stepped forward and wrapped the woman, Cordelia Daniel amended, in a hug. Daniel just stepped back, feeling like a third wheel.
“Cordy,” Angel repeated.
“Yeah, it’s me. So, who’s the cutie? Where’s Wes? And why didn’t you bring Connor?”
Angel let her go slowly. Daniel watched as this vampire, man, person, who was usually so untouchable, so tough, retreated within himself becoming hesitant and unsure.
“Cordy…Wes….Wesley’s dead,” Angel choked out. “And Connor…it’s a long story.”
For some reason Daniel felt he should put a comforting hand on Angel’s shoulder or something. But Cordelia beat him to it. She pulled Angel down, his head resting on her shoulder, comforting him. She whispered nonsense words as he shook in her arms. She did all of this while giving Daniel an appraising look, as if trying to judge him, or maybe remember him. Daniel looked back, a memory, or vague hint of one, played at the edge of his mind. Cordelia looked familiar. He stopped looking and gestured to the door.
“I’ll…uh, be outside when you’re ready.”
Cordelia nodded, continuing to offer Angel comfort. It was another piece to the puzzle that was his life. But what confused him was how in the hell he knew a woman who’d been a coma for a year.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
By the time they’d arrived at Wolfram and Hart (and boy was Angel going to get an earful when she had a moment), Cordelia had figured out why Daniel (Angel had finally told her his name) looked so familiar.
She’d seen him, talked with him while she was a higher being. He’d been Ascended which was slightly different, but same basic job description. Nice enough guy, if a little reckless. Daniel was always pushing the envelope, not quite breaking the rules, but getting pretty darn close.
The PTBs and the Ancients (how pretentious was that?) got along, barely. She’d heard that Daniel had finally crossed the line, obliterated it in fact. The Ancients were going to send him back to his friends and family. This had her questioning why he’d ended up in Los Angeles.
Cordelia shook herself. No time for that, she had one reason to be here and then she was leaving, that was the deal. But that still gave her time for a little meddling. She knocked on Daniel’s office door.
“Come in.”
“You know, that’s a dangerous thing to say around here, might get you killed if you’re not careful.”
Daniel looked up, surprised at first, but then smiled and gestured to the chair across from him at his desk. Cordy sat.
“I know,” he answered, blushing a little. “But Angel assured me that I’m under his protection. Anyone tries anything and he’ll, uh, dust them is the phrase he used, I believe.”
God, he was a bit like Wesley, Cordy thought. She noticed him staring and he noticed her noticing before ducking his head.
‘Sorry, it’s just…you look really familiar.”
“I’ve done some commercials; maybe you’ve seen me in them.”
“Maybe,” he conceded. “What can I do for you?”
“Look, I came to give you some advice. Go for it.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “Don’t play dumb with me. I’ve seen the way you look at him and honey, I don’t blame you. If Angel wasn’t gay, I would have made a play for him a long time ago.”
“I don’t…I’m not…Angel’s gay?”
Cordy laughed. “Have you seen his hair?” she asked. “Never mind. I don’t have a lot of time, so here’s the sitch. Angel had a thing for Wesley. Wesley had a thing for Angel. For a while there they were hot and heavy and I was sure it was going to last. But the last time I was around, they were more off than on.”
“I don’t know…”
“Time constraint, no interrupty please,” she said. “Just listen and think about what I tell you okay?”
Daniel nodded.
“Good. Now, Angel, if given the chance, is going to mourn Wesley for a very long time. Given that he’s a vampire, that’s no understatement. Wes wouldn’t want that. No one wants that, trust me. Angel in full brood? Bad. So I say go for it. He’s stubborn and hard headed, so don’t let up. But once he let’s you in? Treasure that. He’ll be a better person for it. And the world will be a better place if Angel has someone.”
Cordy watched as he digested all of that for a moment before speaking.
“What about this curse I heard about?”
“One time deal. When he was re-cursed it didn’t come with any clauses attached. His soul is pretty much permanent now.”
“How can you be sure?”
Cordy just smiled. “I have my sources. Very influential people who assure me it is true. Now, it’s been fun, but I gotta go, things to do. Remember, go for it.”
With that she got up, waved and left a very confused Daniel behind. With any luck she’d gotten through to him. Angel was going to need someone in the coming weeks.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Watching the video had Cordy nearly in tears. Sure, Doyle had been hopeless and a sometimes dumb, but he’d been a hero and she missed him. She sniffed and turned on the bed to see Angel. Not surprising since this was his room.
“Hope you don’t mind, I found it and was feeling nostalgic. I can’t believe you kept it.”
Angel ducked his head. “It was…you couldn’t sleep?”
“Oh, no sleep for me. I’ve slept enough for one lifetime,” she assured him. “So you ever gonna tell me why you hooked up with Evil, Inc.?”
“Connor,” he said looking up again.
Angel had reminded her of Holtz and the grown up Connor. Then he’d told her about the thing that had taken over her body. Cordy was secretly glad she wouldn’t remember any of this where she was going because…ewwww.
“They don’t remember him. The senior partners altered reality. He has a normal life, something I couldn’t give him.”
Cordy got up from the bed and walked over to him.
“I assumed you’d be lost without me, but this?”
“I am lost without you. Without…,” he said, looking at the floor.
She lifted it back up with a gentle hand to his chin, looking straight into his eyes.
“Let me tell you how it is, Angel. You always fought hardest for what was right, even when you couldn’t remember why. Having me and Wes in your life, it just made you fight that much harder. Having someone to fight for is a good thing. Losing Wes it…it brought you down.”
“Cordy, Wes and I….”
“I know. You were apart when he died. But you still loved him. And he probably still loved you. It sucks but you gotta move on, Angel.”
“I can’t Cordy, I just…,” he sounded so defeated, like he was going to give up.
“No. No ifs ands or buts mister. The Powers That Be woke me up for a reason. I can’t tell you everything, but it’s gonna get rough. And you’re going to need someone on your side during all of it.”
“Can’t you stay?” he pleaded.
She looked at him wistfully. “No, I can’t. Wesley wouldn’t want you to be alone; he’d want you to move on. You should move on. You and brooding is a bad combo.”
Angel half smiled at that. “With who? There’s no one in my life, except Spike and I’m not going there again.”
Cordy was tempted to ask, but didn’t.
“There is someone else. Tall, brunette, blue eyes, total hottie who may have a crush on you.”
“Daniel? No, he’s….”
“Angel, please. Just get over yourself and ask, okay. For me?”
“Maybe. Sure you can’t stay?”
“Really can’t sweetie. You should say goodbye to everyone for me. There’s just one thing I have to do.”
She quickly took a hold of his face before kissing him. He sputtered, but was kissing her back. She felt the power transfer to him. Then the phone rang and they broke apart.
“You know, um, I don’t …I don’t need to get that,” he said.
“Yes, yes you do. And you’re welcome.”
Angel picked up the phone; half listening as the nurse at the hospital was telling him Cordy had passed away which was ridiculous because she was standing right….She was gone. He replaced the phone and spoke to the empty room.
“Thank you.”