Angel and Lorne were caught up in the arrival of a newcomer. Well, new to me...but I guess not so new to them. They seemed rather fidgety at his appearance, and believe me I know all about fidgeting
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"You've got to be tired Cordy. Well, maybe not tired since you have been sleeping an awful lot. So maybe....bored of the lobby is a better way to say...what I mean is... Lorne and I put together a new room for you a while back. Would you like to see it?"
A new room? I smiled to her, grateful that they'd cared enough to decorate for me, (although I did have a few reservations about that one) because it meant that they'd actualy believed that I was going to wake up.
Unlike Angel, who was looking at me like I was hot pretty female version of Jacob Marley. And sure, I couldn't blame him; but it was nice to know that someone had planned on me coming home sooner or later.
I took the stairs slowly, just happy to have Cordy walking next to me. I kept looking over at her and grinning....I hope that she didn't mind. I had missed her even more than I thought I did, if that was even possible.
But...I felt that way. So I guess it was.
"It all started when....," I started, trying to decide what to say. "What I mean is that Lorne and I figured that when we woke you up you wouldn't want the room you had used before." When she was Jasmine as Cordy, and then she was in the coma. I think she understood what I was trying to say. "I don't know how much you remember after....but there was some scarey serious worship happening over you, and not the kind from Pylea either. You know, with the crown and everything. This time around there was a lot more blood."
Had I just said that to Cordy? I knew that I missed talking to her, she had always been the one that I talked to. But could I talk to her about....her? I wasn't sure. Angel and I had cut her, hurt her. It wasn't that I wanted Cordy to tell me
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I looked around the room, but didn't move from my place in the doorway. On some level, I didn't want to walk in and lower the quality of the room, because it was everything that I wanted, and not what I was expecting at all.
It was perfect, and that was the only word for it. My comforter was on the bed, my pictures of our friends were on the nightstand, she'd even managed to find my favorite slippers.
"I love it."
I smiled, and finally worked up the nerve to walk in, when an old hat 'floated' over to me.
"Oh Cordy," I echoed impulsivley, reached over to hug her again. I couldn't seem to stop myself...no matter how hard I tried.
"I love it."
"Oh good," I breathed a sigh of relief, happier that I could say. "I don't wanna say I worked a long time on it, I wish we could I could say I just though it together....but but I had wanted it to be perfect."
I turned to smile at Cordy.
"But that is when Lorne found me a little worked up and talked to me and said something about perfect not being what you were looking for, which I think I get.....well, now I get it."
"I missed you too Dennis."
I still stood in the doorway to her room, just watching Cordy smile.
Two whole years of being the only girl in the boys club, and I never knew what I was missing.
Still smiling, I went back over to Fred and hugged her again. It was the least that I could do to show my appreciation. Besides, I hadn't been close to any of them in so long, I wanted to be as close as I could without running the risk of suffocation and/or annoyance.
"Thank you."
I didn't intend to elaborate, or tell her the extent of my gratitude, but I think she already knew. I wanted to thank her for decorating, for keeping Dennis busy...
Mostly I wanted to thank her for believing in me when it sounded like I was going towards the light.
"Oh Cordy," I said into her shoulder, both startled and happy at her hug. "Any time. Well...not any time in that I want you to go away again so that I can redecorate. Just...well I would do anything for you."
I pulled away and grinned at her. She knew that I would right? Do anything?
"This means the world to me."
"Well,"I laughed easily. "The world is a big place. What do ya say we start a little smaller. Say...the bed?"
Breaking the plane of the room I moved quickly to the bed and flopped on it, sinking into the down comforter Lorne had made appear out of seemingly nowhere.
I laughed and sat down on the bed with her. The comforter was nice, the expensive kind of nice that I'd sadly adjusted to not having. Uncomfortable hospital sheets have a way of making you do that, even if you don't that you're wrapped in them at the time.
"Soft, warm, and tasteful. I'd say it more than deserves the Cordelia Chase stamp of approval."
Laying back, I smiled over at Fred again. This is the way that life should be.
Too bad all the evil screws it up 75% of the time.
Things? Like in reference to the vampire that I'm in love with, or the friends that I'd instantly assumed would hate me? Either way, things haven't done anything one way or another. I'd have to get my nerve up and carry out a conversation with Angel, Gunn, and Wesley for that to happen.
Oh god, I haven't talked to Wesley since...There's one former friend that makes it a safe bet to assume that there we be automatic hate. The last time that I really talked to him was when Connor was still in diapers.
"Oh," both my voice and face fell a little at Cordy's words, because I could tell she was holding back. Things were most certainly there, ready to be taled about. I would have thought that such things between us would have always been easy, that no matter what happened we could just....fall back into it. Ride the bike again, as in you know...never forget how. But maybe good friendship, real and true friendship, takes constant practice
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"Mainly....I am really worried about Wesley. An ancient demon named Illyria somehow infected and killed...someone he used to care a lot about, I think. Her name was Virginia, you probally knew her, and we haven't really talked about the who she used to be part at all...but he has to be hurting. We have spent so much time reseraching what has happened, only not really getting anywhere.And that must have frustrated him more because Wesley just grabbed one of his guns and went somewhere, to counteract the nowhere part maybe. He's hardly been back, and I feel so guilty when I think how we turned our backs and that now I can't seem to talk to him, and....too much?"
I wake up from a coma to find bad news in the form of Lindsey McDonald, and bad news in the traditional way of yammered explanation from Fred.
At least they haven't changed.
"Ya think?"
If it was hard for me to hear, it was probably even harder for Wes to actually deal with. We'd left him alone, and maybe he and Virgina fell in love again, or got back in touch, or even if
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"I have to see him. He should know that he isn't alone anymore. We never--I never stopped caring about him."
"Well....I say go get 'em," I said very solidly. "Get him I mean. Wesley. Because he does really, really need it. Or at least I think he does."
I thought over all this for a moment more.
"The moment he gets back even. He won't know that you are back. So you can suprise him...and he will be happy and smiling just to see you. He will have to talk then. There is no way Wesley could say no. Right?"
Wrong, which she rarely is. It would be pretty damn easy for him to tell me to drop dead. We're the ones who made it easy for Wes to do that; I'm not about to pretend we didn't shut him out of our lives. Wesley is alone because we let him be.
"I hope not."
Maybe the shock'll put a little tolerance in him. Angel looked like he'd seen a ghost when I walked in, and I know I'm not looking very pale at the moment. They thought I was never going to wake up, or they didn't put very much thought into it one way or another.
I leaned back into the bed, loosing myself in its softness while Cordy seemed to work though everything I had just said. I must have heard her thinking through it all, because the moment my head hit the duvet my eyes slipped closed agains...my very own will. I tried to keep them open, I promise that I did.
I yawned into the pillow, a far away sort of awareness settling over me...this day had really been going on forever.
"I hope not."
"You will get through...I know you will," I argued quietly. "I couldn't...get through..."
I tried to open my eyes and when that didn't work I attempted to blink. Even just a little. Nothing seemed to be working.
"I am so glad you came home," was all I managed to murmer.
"You will get through...I know you will. I couldn't...get through..."
Nodding, I reached over to gently touch her arm. I may have had enough rest to last me a lifetime, but I know what its like to have a long day. Traditionally, it sucks.
"I'll do my best."
I wish I could have promised her more, but there were no guarantees. I wanted to believe that Wesley could forgive me. He was my best friend, no matter what got in the way. It didn't change how much I loved him.
"I am so glad you came home."
"Yeah, I'm glad my Sleepy Beauty phase wasn't permanent."
"And he won't stand a chance," I murmered into the down of the blanket. "Your best Cordy....it goes past a lot of things you know. You make things happen."
I wasn't really sure if she understood what I was trying to say, and honestly as tired I was I couldn't be quite sure if those words had even made it outloud. I meant them though...I meant every mumbled word.
"Yeah, I'm glad my Sleepy Beauty phase wasn't permanent."
"I knew you'd be back," I found the strength to open my eyes and blink up at Cordy as the bedroom light shone above her. "You weren't meant to be still for that long...it was bound to change. It had to."
A new room? I smiled to her, grateful that they'd cared enough to decorate for me, (although I did have a few reservations about that one) because it meant that they'd actualy believed that I was going to wake up.
Unlike Angel, who was looking at me like I was hot pretty female version of Jacob Marley. And sure, I couldn't blame him; but it was nice to know that someone had planned on me coming home sooner or later.
"Lead the way."
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I took the stairs slowly, just happy to have Cordy walking next to me. I kept looking over at her and grinning....I hope that she didn't mind. I had missed her even more than I thought I did, if that was even possible.
But...I felt that way. So I guess it was.
"It all started when....," I started, trying to decide what to say. "What I mean is that Lorne and I figured that when we woke you up you wouldn't want the room you had used before." When she was Jasmine as Cordy, and then she was in the coma. I think she understood what I was trying to say. "I don't know how much you remember after....but there was some scarey serious worship happening over you, and not the kind from Pylea either. You know, with the crown and everything. This time around there was a lot more blood."
Had I just said that to Cordy? I knew that I missed talking to her, she had always been the one that I talked to. But could I talk to her about....her? I wasn't sure. Angel and I had cut her, hurt her. It wasn't that I wanted Cordy to tell me ( ... )
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I looked around the room, but didn't move from my place in the doorway. On some level, I didn't want to walk in and lower the quality of the room, because it was everything that I wanted, and not what I was expecting at all.
It was perfect, and that was the only word for it. My comforter was on the bed, my pictures of our friends were on the nightstand, she'd even managed to find my favorite slippers.
"I love it."
I smiled, and finally worked up the nerve to walk in, when an old hat 'floated' over to me.
"I missed you too Dennis."
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"Oh Cordy," I echoed impulsivley, reached over to hug her again. I couldn't seem to stop myself...no matter how hard I tried.
"I love it."
"Oh good," I breathed a sigh of relief, happier that I could say. "I don't wanna say I worked a long time on it, I wish we could I could say I just though it together....but but I had wanted it to be perfect."
I turned to smile at Cordy.
"But that is when Lorne found me a little worked up and talked to me and said something about perfect not being what you were looking for, which I think I get.....well, now I get it."
"I missed you too Dennis."
I still stood in the doorway to her room, just watching Cordy smile.
"We all missed you Cordelia."
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Two whole years of being the only girl in the boys club, and I never knew what I was missing.
Still smiling, I went back over to Fred and hugged her again. It was the least that I could do to show my appreciation. Besides, I hadn't been close to any of them in so long, I wanted to be as close as I could without running the risk of suffocation and/or annoyance.
"Thank you."
I didn't intend to elaborate, or tell her the extent of my gratitude, but I think she already knew. I wanted to thank her for decorating, for keeping Dennis busy...
Mostly I wanted to thank her for believing in me when it sounded like I was going towards the light.
"This means the world to me."
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"Oh Cordy," I said into her shoulder, both startled and happy at her hug. "Any time. Well...not any time in that I want you to go away again so that I can redecorate. Just...well I would do anything for you."
I pulled away and grinned at her. She knew that I would right? Do anything?
"This means the world to me."
"Well,"I laughed easily. "The world is a big place. What do ya say we start a little smaller. Say...the bed?"
Breaking the plane of the room I moved quickly to the bed and flopped on it, sinking into the down comforter Lorne had made appear out of seemingly nowhere.
"Come on, see what you think!"
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I laughed and sat down on the bed with her. The comforter was nice, the expensive kind of nice that I'd sadly adjusted to not having. Uncomfortable hospital sheets have a way of making you do that, even if you don't that you're wrapped in them at the time.
"Soft, warm, and tasteful. I'd say it more than deserves the Cordelia Chase stamp of approval."
Laying back, I smiled over at Fred again. This is the way that life should be.
Too bad all the evil screws it up 75% of the time.
"I never knew you were so into Pottery Barn."
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"It is less is deserving something from you, and you deserving something...all of this...from it. I mean us. If you know what I mean."
I leaned back into the bed and just lay there next to Cordy, happy just to feel the warmth I felt radiating off of her.
"I never knew you were so into Pottery Barn."
"I was into whatever made this place perfect," I answered honestly, turning my face towards her.
"So...how are things? I ...well can you have things yet actually?" I thought about that for a moment. "Have things already developed?"
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Things? Like in reference to the vampire that I'm in love with, or the friends that I'd instantly assumed would hate me? Either way, things haven't done anything one way or another. I'd have to get my nerve up and carry out a conversation with Angel, Gunn, and Wesley for that to happen.
Oh god, I haven't talked to Wesley since...There's one former friend that makes it a safe bet to assume that there we be automatic hate. The last time that I really talked to him was when Connor was still in diapers.
"Nope. No development. How is everyone?"
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"Oh," both my voice and face fell a little at Cordy's words, because I could tell she was holding back. Things were most certainly there, ready to be taled about. I would have thought that such things between us would have always been easy, that no matter what happened we could just....fall back into it. Ride the bike again, as in you know...never forget how. But maybe good friendship, real and true friendship, takes constant practice ( ... )
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I wake up from a coma to find bad news in the form of Lindsey McDonald, and bad news in the traditional way of yammered explanation from Fred.
At least they haven't changed.
"Ya think?"
If it was hard for me to hear, it was probably even harder for Wes to actually deal with. We'd left him alone, and maybe he and Virgina fell in love again, or got back in touch, or even if ( ... )
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"Well....I say go get 'em," I said very solidly. "Get him I mean. Wesley. Because he does really, really need it. Or at least I think he does."
I thought over all this for a moment more.
"The moment he gets back even. He won't know that you are back. So you can suprise him...and he will be happy and smiling just to see you. He will have to talk then. There is no way Wesley could say no. Right?"
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Wrong, which she rarely is. It would be pretty damn easy for him to tell me to drop dead. We're the ones who made it easy for Wes to do that; I'm not about to pretend we didn't shut him out of our lives. Wesley is alone because we let him be.
"I hope not."
Maybe the shock'll put a little tolerance in him. Angel looked like he'd seen a ghost when I walked in, and I know I'm not looking very pale at the moment. They thought I was never going to wake up, or they didn't put very much thought into it one way or another.
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I yawned into the pillow, a far away sort of awareness settling over me...this day had really been going on forever.
"I hope not."
"You will get through...I know you will," I argued quietly. "I couldn't...get through..."
I tried to open my eyes and when that didn't work I attempted to blink. Even just a little. Nothing seemed to be working.
"I am so glad you came home," was all I managed to murmer.
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Nodding, I reached over to gently touch her arm. I may have had enough rest to last me a lifetime, but I know what its like to have a long day. Traditionally, it sucks.
"I'll do my best."
I wish I could have promised her more, but there were no guarantees. I wanted to believe that Wesley could forgive me. He was my best friend, no matter what got in the way. It didn't change how much I loved him.
"I am so glad you came home."
"Yeah, I'm glad my Sleepy Beauty phase wasn't permanent."
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"And he won't stand a chance," I murmered into the down of the blanket. "Your best Cordy....it goes past a lot of things you know. You make things happen."
I wasn't really sure if she understood what I was trying to say, and honestly as tired I was I couldn't be quite sure if those words had even made it outloud. I meant them though...I meant every mumbled word.
"Yeah, I'm glad my Sleepy Beauty phase wasn't permanent."
"I knew you'd be back," I found the strength to open my eyes and blink up at Cordy as the bedroom light shone above her. "You weren't meant to be still for that long...it was bound to change. It had to."
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