Queen C, post-"Chosen"/"You're Welcome," Xander
[Note: My Xander -- or at least one or more of my Xanders -- still went to Africa.]
When he reaches the city, Xander's inbox holds more emails than usual. Giles's is the first he reads with the news: Cordelia is dead.
He sits back in his chair, the breath knocked out of him. It's been years since they've talked, but -- well, he liked knowing he lived in a world with Cordy in it.
Something badass finally got her. She'd gone to LA to be an actress -- no, not Queen C. She'd gone to become a star. Instead she'd ended up fighting the same nasties she'd battled in Sunnydale.
That night, he raises a glass. To my Cordy.
[Another note: Life has been exceedingly crazy lately (and I cannot log in from work), so I've been remiss saying thanks for comments lately, but I do appreciate them greatly.]
When he reaches the city, Xander's inbox holds more emails than usual. Giles's is the first he reads with the news: Cordelia is dead.
He sits back in his chair, the breath knocked out of him. It's been years since they've talked, but -- well, he liked knowing he lived in a world with Cordy in it.
Something badass finally got her. She'd gone to LA to be an actress -- no, not Queen C. She'd gone to become a star. Instead she'd ended up fighting the same nasties she'd battled in Sunnydale.
That night, he raises a glass. To my Cordy.
[Another note: Life has been exceedingly crazy lately (and I cannot log in from work), so I've been remiss saying thanks for comments lately, but I do appreciate them greatly.]