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Author: TopazAngel
Title: Everything Falls Apart 2/?
Rating: R (not in this chapter, but will be by the end)
Word count: 1594
Fandom: Angel
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Cordelia/Lindsey, Cordelia/Angel, (Angel/Darla, Lindsey/Darla Implied)
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Before ‘Offspring,’ after ‘Billy’
Teaser: As Cordelia’s visions worsen, Darla comes back with a surprise. Cordelia has no choice but to confide in an outsider who just happens back in town.
Distribution: My C/L site, CCF.net, anyone else ask and you can have. Just leave my name on it.
Feedback: Please?
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss, David, ME, and all those names that you all should know by now.
Dedication: Tonnie for A) being my C/L partner in crime B) Encouraging me to do this C) Being Cordy to my Lindsey. Sigh. D) For always reading over my stuff in IM so that I know it doesn’t suck *before* I post.
Additional Notes: Yes this is a WiP, but its not like my other WiPs. I actually have it planned in my head, and I know exactly where it is going. I believe in all honesty this fic is going to be some of my best writing to date, and I don't compliment myself often, so I would really like to know what you think.
Cordelia slept in the next day. Not because of the massive hangover. Well, not completely for that reason. But mostly because she had decided that it wasn’t worth it to go up there and fight all day. Which would inevitably happen.
She would make some comment about Darla being a bitchy slutty vampire. Wesley would go on about looking through his books to find a reason. Angel would brood. They would all yell. And she would end up coming home early anyway.
She liked her logic. It gave her an extra day off.
She slipped out of the covers and off the bed. Today was going to be a total relaxation day. No thoughts of Angel, Darla, demon babies, or the office. And hopefully the powers would agree with this plan and that would get rid of the visions for the day as well. Because a splitting migraine was no way to relax.
Cordelia made her way through the hallway, and stepped into the living room.
“That’s right Cordy. You just sit down and watch some TV. No worrying about the office or Angel. Or the stupid killer visions. Its just you and your remote control all day,” she whispered to herself, walking around to the sofa.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed, noticing the semi-large man sleeping on her couch.
Lindsey jumped almost a foot off the couch.
“What the *hell* are you doing here!?” she screamed.
“What? Huh?” he rubbed his eyes trying to wake himself up, “you don’t remember last night?”
“What is there to remember about last night?” she asked cautiously. The last thing she wanted to hear was that she had gotten drunk and brought the enemy home for a good time.
“What? No! Nothing,” he paused “nothing like that. I walked you home from Caritas. You were drunk off your ass by the way,” he laughed slightly, still amused by her behavior from the previous night, and you passed out as soon as we walked through the door. I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I stayed. Your ghost carried you into your room and put you to bed. I was on the couch the whole time.”
“Oh right, because you’re such the perfect gentleman,” no way she was believing this story. Lindsey McDonald was far from a gentleman from what she remembered. And it was highly coincidental that Wolfram and Hart’s former golden boy was back in town just in time for Darla to show up to turn her world upside down again.
“I was being a nice guy. You appreciated it a lot more when you were drunk.”
“Well, now I am thinking clearly, and I want you out of my apartment,” she said forcefully.
“What no thank you?” he smirked. In reality, this was exactly what he had expected. He almost hadn’t stayed there, but for some reason he really did want to make sure she was alright.
“No!” she screamed, “Why would I thank you? You are a slimy, sleazy, evil lawyer, who, by the way, has tried to murder me! Why would I thank you?”
“Last night you said was, and this a direct quote, ‘cute guy with a swoon-worthy voice,’” he smirked again. She was kind of cute when she got annoyed.
“Are you sure you weren’t the one that got with the drunk? Because I would never say anything resembling that! First of all, good looking? Yuck. I like my men taller. And swoon worthy voice? Sorry Mister Cocky, but no. Once upon a time maybe I thought you had a good voice, but swoon-worthy? Huh-uh. No way,” she paused, “Anyway, how do I know you really stayed on the couch last night?” she changed the subject, “you could be some psycho rapist or something who molested me in my sleep!”
“And I’m sure he would allow that,” gestures to the now floating remote control.
“Damn it! Now look what you’ve done! Dennis has the remote. Which means my relax in front of the TV and enjoy day? Becomes sit in front of the TV and grumble about Dennis watching crappy old sitcoms from back in his day!”
“Hey, its not my fault you bit my head off for trying to do something nice!” he yelled, defensively.
She rolled her eyes. She didn’t need this. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with Lindsey. Or argue.
“You know what? I’d rather be at work with Angel and his pregnant vampbitch, then sit around here with you!”
“What? Cordelia, are you sure you aren’t still drunk? Last time I checked vampires? Couldn’t get pregnant.”
“Well, apparently Darla and Angel? The big exception of the millennium.”
Lindsey almost felt his heart drop. Darla. There was a name he thought he would never hear again.
“Darla?” he whispered softly.
“Yes Darla,” Cordelia rolled her eyes, “What is it with this vampire that every man I am associated with loves her?”
“I don’t, I mean, Darla is here? In LA?”
“Yes. She’s here. She’s about eight months pregnant, and as far as I know at the damn hotel right now with Wesley standing over her going ‘Hmm. What a miracle. I just can’t possibly figure it out,’” she mocked Wesley’s accent, a little better than she had when drunk mind you, though still badly.
“Cordelia, are you sure this isn’t from some tequila induced dream you had last night?”
“UGH! Yes, I’m sure. Why the hell is it so hard to believe that Darla and Angel did the nasty and he got her pregnant?” she paused a moment, thinking about what she said, “Okay, ignore the part about it being not hard to believe that she’s pregnant. But the part about those two doing the nasty? So not a shock,” she groaned through her teeth.
“Its just. I can’t believe it,” Lindsey was hurt. Not because he was surprised about what had happened. He had known they had slept together. But she was here. Now. With him.
“Well, believe it,” she said grabbing her purse from the coffee table and spinning to leave. She turned back for a moment, “and be gone before I get home from work.”
*****
“Guys! I’m here!” Cordelia called into the hotel. It didn’t look like anyone was around, “Wes, Gunn, Angel? Anyone?”
“Cordelia! We’re in here!” Fred called from the offices.
Cordelia made her way through the lobby and into the office. There they were. Everyone. Including Darla.
“Cordelia, I thought perhaps you wouldn’t be in today,” Wesley said with a slight smile.
“Yeah well, neither did I,” she said under her breathe.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she smiled, “I’m just feeling a little blah today. You know, it happens,” she said with a fake smile.
“Ah yes, well, grab a book. We’ve all been trying to figure this pregnancy thing out,” Wesley handed her a stack of three books, “these haven’t been looked at yet.
‘Maybe I should fake a vision to get out of this,’ she thought to herself, but thought better of it, ‘Nah. Then I would just go home to find dumb ass lawyer boy on the couch with my snack food.’
“Cordelia?” Angel interrupted her thoughts.
“Huh?”
“Are you sure you’re alright? Maybe you shouldn’t-”
“I’m fine! Alright? Why does everyone think I’m not fine all the time?” she asked, “You know what? No. Never mind. I don’t want to hear it. I’m just gonna say that I can take care of myself and you all need to stop asking. Now.”
“Cordelia, I’m sorry, I jus-”
“No Angel. Don’t be sorry. I don’t want you to apologize. I don’t want to,” her voice began to trail off, “hear it,” she grabbed her head and fell back onto the floor. She screamed from the pain. She felt like her skull was splitting in two. It always felt like that. It wasn’t something she would ever be used to.
Her mind cleared, but the pain didn’t. It always lingered long after the vision was over with. Sometimes for days.
“Cordy, are you okay?” Angel asked hovering over her.
“I’m fine,” she said grumpily.
“Are you sure,” Wesley asked.
She knew they meant well. But she also knew they knew she wasn’t fine. It was something they all should have accepted by now. The visions weren’t getting better. They never would. It was just going to get worse until it couldn’t get worse anymore. She just hadn’t told her friends exactly how bad it had gotten.
They would just worry. More than they already did.
“Yes,” she said.
“This is the crack team that saves the day?” Darla chimed in from across the room, “Its been a good two minutes and no one’s even asked what she saw.”
“Gee Darla, thanks for your concern,” Cordelia rolled her eyes.
“I hate to say it, but she’s right. Cordelia, we need to know what was in your vision,” Wesley said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“It was a girl and a big slimy demon with two horns, really ugly. They were at a bar in downtown LA. Not sure how long you have.”
Angel and Gunn rushed to the weapons cabinet.
“We’ll be back to work on this Darla,” Angel said before they turned back to leave.
“Are you going to be okay Cordelia?” Wesley asked.
“Yeah, but if its alright with you? I think I’m gonna head out. Vision migraine and all,” she rubbed at her temples.
“Yes, of course.”
‘Lindsey’s ass had better be gone,’ she thought as she turned to leave the hotel.
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Author: TopazAngel
Title: Everything Falls Apart 2/?
Rating: R (not in this chapter, but will be by the end)
Word count: 1594
Fandom: Angel
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Cordelia/Lindsey, Cordelia/Angel, (Angel/Darla, Lindsey/Darla Implied)
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Before ‘Offspring,’ after ‘Billy’
Teaser: As Cordelia’s visions worsen, Darla comes back with a surprise. Cordelia has no choice but to confide in an outsider who just happens back in town.
Distribution: My C/L site, CCF.net, anyone else ask and you can have. Just leave my name on it.
Feedback: Please?
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss, David, ME, and all those names that you all should know by now.
Dedication: Tonnie for A) being my C/L partner in crime B) Encouraging me to do this C) Being Cordy to my Lindsey. Sigh. D) For always reading over my stuff in IM so that I know it doesn’t suck *before* I post.
Additional Notes: Yes this is a WiP, but its not like my other WiPs. I actually have it planned in my head, and I know exactly where it is going. I believe in all honesty this fic is going to be some of my best writing to date, and I don't compliment myself often, so I would really like to know what you think.
Cordelia slept in the next day. Not because of the massive hangover. Well, not completely for that reason. But mostly because she had decided that it wasn’t worth it to go up there and fight all day. Which would inevitably happen.
She would make some comment about Darla being a bitchy slutty vampire. Wesley would go on about looking through his books to find a reason. Angel would brood. They would all yell. And she would end up coming home early anyway.
She liked her logic. It gave her an extra day off.
She slipped out of the covers and off the bed. Today was going to be a total relaxation day. No thoughts of Angel, Darla, demon babies, or the office. And hopefully the powers would agree with this plan and that would get rid of the visions for the day as well. Because a splitting migraine was no way to relax.
Cordelia made her way through the hallway, and stepped into the living room.
“That’s right Cordy. You just sit down and watch some TV. No worrying about the office or Angel. Or the stupid killer visions. Its just you and your remote control all day,” she whispered to herself, walking around to the sofa.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed, noticing the semi-large man sleeping on her couch.
Lindsey jumped almost a foot off the couch.
“What the *hell* are you doing here!?” she screamed.
“What? Huh?” he rubbed his eyes trying to wake himself up, “you don’t remember last night?”
“What is there to remember about last night?” she asked cautiously. The last thing she wanted to hear was that she had gotten drunk and brought the enemy home for a good time.
“What? No! Nothing,” he paused “nothing like that. I walked you home from Caritas. You were drunk off your ass by the way,” he laughed slightly, still amused by her behavior from the previous night, and you passed out as soon as we walked through the door. I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I stayed. Your ghost carried you into your room and put you to bed. I was on the couch the whole time.”
“Oh right, because you’re such the perfect gentleman,” no way she was believing this story. Lindsey McDonald was far from a gentleman from what she remembered. And it was highly coincidental that Wolfram and Hart’s former golden boy was back in town just in time for Darla to show up to turn her world upside down again.
“I was being a nice guy. You appreciated it a lot more when you were drunk.”
“Well, now I am thinking clearly, and I want you out of my apartment,” she said forcefully.
“What no thank you?” he smirked. In reality, this was exactly what he had expected. He almost hadn’t stayed there, but for some reason he really did want to make sure she was alright.
“No!” she screamed, “Why would I thank you? You are a slimy, sleazy, evil lawyer, who, by the way, has tried to murder me! Why would I thank you?”
“Last night you said was, and this a direct quote, ‘cute guy with a swoon-worthy voice,’” he smirked again. She was kind of cute when she got annoyed.
“Are you sure you weren’t the one that got with the drunk? Because I would never say anything resembling that! First of all, good looking? Yuck. I like my men taller. And swoon worthy voice? Sorry Mister Cocky, but no. Once upon a time maybe I thought you had a good voice, but swoon-worthy? Huh-uh. No way,” she paused, “Anyway, how do I know you really stayed on the couch last night?” she changed the subject, “you could be some psycho rapist or something who molested me in my sleep!”
“And I’m sure he would allow that,” gestures to the now floating remote control.
“Damn it! Now look what you’ve done! Dennis has the remote. Which means my relax in front of the TV and enjoy day? Becomes sit in front of the TV and grumble about Dennis watching crappy old sitcoms from back in his day!”
“Hey, its not my fault you bit my head off for trying to do something nice!” he yelled, defensively.
She rolled her eyes. She didn’t need this. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with Lindsey. Or argue.
“You know what? I’d rather be at work with Angel and his pregnant vampbitch, then sit around here with you!”
“What? Cordelia, are you sure you aren’t still drunk? Last time I checked vampires? Couldn’t get pregnant.”
“Well, apparently Darla and Angel? The big exception of the millennium.”
Lindsey almost felt his heart drop. Darla. There was a name he thought he would never hear again.
“Darla?” he whispered softly.
“Yes Darla,” Cordelia rolled her eyes, “What is it with this vampire that every man I am associated with loves her?”
“I don’t, I mean, Darla is here? In LA?”
“Yes. She’s here. She’s about eight months pregnant, and as far as I know at the damn hotel right now with Wesley standing over her going ‘Hmm. What a miracle. I just can’t possibly figure it out,’” she mocked Wesley’s accent, a little better than she had when drunk mind you, though still badly.
“Cordelia, are you sure this isn’t from some tequila induced dream you had last night?”
“UGH! Yes, I’m sure. Why the hell is it so hard to believe that Darla and Angel did the nasty and he got her pregnant?” she paused a moment, thinking about what she said, “Okay, ignore the part about it being not hard to believe that she’s pregnant. But the part about those two doing the nasty? So not a shock,” she groaned through her teeth.
“Its just. I can’t believe it,” Lindsey was hurt. Not because he was surprised about what had happened. He had known they had slept together. But she was here. Now. With him.
“Well, believe it,” she said grabbing her purse from the coffee table and spinning to leave. She turned back for a moment, “and be gone before I get home from work.”
*****
“Guys! I’m here!” Cordelia called into the hotel. It didn’t look like anyone was around, “Wes, Gunn, Angel? Anyone?”
“Cordelia! We’re in here!” Fred called from the offices.
Cordelia made her way through the lobby and into the office. There they were. Everyone. Including Darla.
“Cordelia, I thought perhaps you wouldn’t be in today,” Wesley said with a slight smile.
“Yeah well, neither did I,” she said under her breathe.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she smiled, “I’m just feeling a little blah today. You know, it happens,” she said with a fake smile.
“Ah yes, well, grab a book. We’ve all been trying to figure this pregnancy thing out,” Wesley handed her a stack of three books, “these haven’t been looked at yet.
‘Maybe I should fake a vision to get out of this,’ she thought to herself, but thought better of it, ‘Nah. Then I would just go home to find dumb ass lawyer boy on the couch with my snack food.’
“Cordelia?” Angel interrupted her thoughts.
“Huh?”
“Are you sure you’re alright? Maybe you shouldn’t-”
“I’m fine! Alright? Why does everyone think I’m not fine all the time?” she asked, “You know what? No. Never mind. I don’t want to hear it. I’m just gonna say that I can take care of myself and you all need to stop asking. Now.”
“Cordelia, I’m sorry, I jus-”
“No Angel. Don’t be sorry. I don’t want you to apologize. I don’t want to,” her voice began to trail off, “hear it,” she grabbed her head and fell back onto the floor. She screamed from the pain. She felt like her skull was splitting in two. It always felt like that. It wasn’t something she would ever be used to.
Her mind cleared, but the pain didn’t. It always lingered long after the vision was over with. Sometimes for days.
“Cordy, are you okay?” Angel asked hovering over her.
“I’m fine,” she said grumpily.
“Are you sure,” Wesley asked.
She knew they meant well. But she also knew they knew she wasn’t fine. It was something they all should have accepted by now. The visions weren’t getting better. They never would. It was just going to get worse until it couldn’t get worse anymore. She just hadn’t told her friends exactly how bad it had gotten.
They would just worry. More than they already did.
“Yes,” she said.
“This is the crack team that saves the day?” Darla chimed in from across the room, “Its been a good two minutes and no one’s even asked what she saw.”
“Gee Darla, thanks for your concern,” Cordelia rolled her eyes.
“I hate to say it, but she’s right. Cordelia, we need to know what was in your vision,” Wesley said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“It was a girl and a big slimy demon with two horns, really ugly. They were at a bar in downtown LA. Not sure how long you have.”
Angel and Gunn rushed to the weapons cabinet.
“We’ll be back to work on this Darla,” Angel said before they turned back to leave.
“Are you going to be okay Cordelia?” Wesley asked.
“Yeah, but if its alright with you? I think I’m gonna head out. Vision migraine and all,” she rubbed at her temples.
“Yes, of course.”
‘Lindsey’s ass had better be gone,’ she thought as she turned to leave the hotel.
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