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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"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 they didnt-- it was just one loss to many and now he doesn't know what to do about it.
"I have to see him."
I hadn't really seen any of them in a long time. I hadn't been me. I was possessed and evil Cordelia, and not the friend that I should have been.
I haven't been Wesley's friend in a long time; I have to apologize for that before I can even hope to get my friend back.
"He should know that he isn't alone anymore. We never--I never stopped caring about him."
"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."
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 they didnt-- it was just one loss to many and now he doesn't know what to do about it.
"I have to see him."
I hadn't really seen any of them in a long time. I hadn't been me. I was possessed and evil Cordelia, and not the friend that I should have been.
I haven't been Wesley's friend in a long time; I have to apologize for that before I can even hope to get my friend back.
"He should know that he isn't alone anymore. We never--I never stopped caring about him."
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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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