Okay, so he looked pretty happy. Wary at first, when he opened the door but... Who wouldn't be? This was Hell-A and it was after sunset. I was just glad I didn't have a crossbow shoved in my face or whatever.
"Cordelia."
"It's me, Wesley." I said, so very beyond thankful that at least one of my friends hadn't jumped ship and joined Hell Incorporated. "I, uh..." What? Didn't know where else to go? That was true. I could've bestowed a brief visit on Angel's penthouse but I had to problems with that. One, penthouse - Angel had clearly been seduced. But two... Everything was all so different. I mean I hadn't expected everything to stay exactly as it was before I went into my coma but this?
“See? I told you she’d wake up.”"You always were the smart one." I told him, looking past him to see Lindsey, harboring the same shocked look as Wesley on his face. "It really is me," I cautioned, not sure if they were just surprised or whether they wanted, like, proof, "And not 'evil me' either, though it's not like you can tell, what
( ... )
I’m thinking ‘unexpected’ would be a bit of an understatement in this situation.
“See? I told you she’d wake up,” Wes remarks, with that barely-holding-it-together edge he gets when something goes spinning right the hell out of control. I can’t say as I blame him. As much as I hoped that she’d wake up, finally seeing her on her feet, walking and talking and insisting that she is who she looks like… I’m more than a little shaken myself.
"You gonna invite me in, Wes?"
I tense up immediately, fingering the wrist-stake just under my sleeve, but she realizes her poor choice of wording with a slight exasperated twitch of her mouth, crossing the threshold without an invitation. Good to know. I stand down, sparing a glance back at the girls; Alicia looks downright suspicious, worrying a game piece between her fingers, but Marilee seems to have taken it all in stride. And for some odd reason, that makes me relax more than anything I’ve seen or heard so far.
"Okay, say something, would you?" Cordelia asks, and now she’s got that nervous
( ... )
The fact that I could only gape at her stupidly, and at Lindsey as well, must not have gone unnoticed. There was this part of me however that was certain that the moment I’d touch her, or say the wrong thing or…anything, and she’d disappear in some dramatic could of some and there someone standing there laughing his arse off at me. Playing a cruel joke like this was right up some people…and demon’s, alley.
She kept insisting it was she herself, though the moment she asked for an invite, both Lindsey and wiped around to look at her suspiciously. God no, she was finally awake, please don’t tell me some bastard had turned her. Angel? Did the firm finally get his way and changed him into Angelus. Again?Cordelia realized her mistake though and took a tentative step over our threshold, still smiling that little smile that showed me she wasn’t as self-assured of herself as she was pretending to be. I was to busy picking my jaw up from the floor to say something about that. Something snippy, like we used to do. My heart was still thumping in
( ... )
Things were hard? He’s one to talk with his big firm behind him, all the money in the world for anything he’d want. While I had and still have to struggle to keep my head above water, trying to raise two girls. And he has the nerves to say things were hard? What is he hiding and why? What was he trying to say all those times he gave me that evil eye and nearly said something. I’d done something to him, but I don’t know what. I can’t recall ever doing anything to him, except not joining Wolfram and Hart.
“Love is a terrible thing”
“Last year?” I gave her a confused look, unsure what she meant for a moment. “Oh you mean with-with Jasmine? Or before Jasmine…” I frowned, letting my voice trail away. There was something-something about that. It was on the tip of my fingers but just like everytime it was just out of reach. Hush now, little one With a frown, I shook myself, reaching out with my free hand to cover one of Cordelia’s
( ... )
With Jasmine? Before Jasmine? What does it matter? They don't know about it. They don't know what really happened. I watch Wesley, his mouth twitching and I wonder if maybe part of him remembers. I wonder if there's some tiny little part of him that knows just what happened. What he did, what we did.
I blink when I find his hand covering mine.
"But that wasn't you. We all know that."
I go to speak but come up empty. He's squeezing my hand and I know he expects something - me to echo his sentiments over everything working out fine but... I can't. I can't say that things are going to be fine because I don't know that. There's so much to talk about, so much Wesley doesn't understand and once it all comes out - once he knows about Connor and everything that happened after... Will he still be so welcoming?
“Angel going dark… even corporate dark… that kind of bumps up the due date for the end of the world. And I don’t know about you guys, but I’m kind of liking the world these days.”"He didn't feel all that dark." I offer
( ... )
Cordelia's hiding something. She's choosing her words with a deliberate kind of precision, her body language carefully sculpted to keep Wes at ease, and it gives her away. To a trained eye, anyway. Well, we'll worry about that later. If it was important, she'd have let him in on it already. Us, I remind myself firmly, refusing to let my gaze flick down to their joined hands. She'd have let us in on it.
"We could get him to read Angel.""You could get him to agree to that?" I ask doubtfully. "It's going to have to come from you. Angel hasn't exactly been professing his undying love for this part of town these days." A fact that I'm not entirely glib and guilt-free about, especially not when the familiar shadow creeps into Wesley's expression
( ... )
Lindsey is right. Unless Lorne can catch him singing, or come up with some nifty excuse by himself - which I can see him doing - it’ll have to be Cordy who’ll have to ask him to sing. And how silly would that sound. That’s not going to work. Nor is my stomping into Angel’s office and demanding some answer. No matter how much I’d want to, he’s not very fond of me these days. Far from it, as Lindsey pointed out.
Whatever smile was on my face dies down completely at that thought. I miss my best friend sometimes. Sometimes, I wish things could be like they used to be. Just him, Cordy and I working from our old office. But things can never be the same. I’m happy now as well with Lindsey and my girls. But there are times I miss my friends. I don’t have any friends left, aside from Lorne, and the occasional phone call from Fred. If she remembers
( ... )
The look of surprise on Lindsey's face makes me smile. "Yeah," I nod, "Kind of weird, really. I mean, last time I saw you was in Caritas. You were singing, remember?" Boy, did I remember that. Never figured the evil-harpy lawyer for having a set of pipes like *that*. "Three years later I'm in a coma and you're asking me to come out of it for a chat." Or okay, to save Wesley from missing me terribly, which, duh. Things really have changed around here
( ... )
I search my memory, trying to recall the night that she's talking about, not willing to admit my tendency to get a serious case of tunnel vision whenever Angel was around. Ah, that night. First time I played since Angel got scythe-happy on me when I was threatening... well, Cordelia. Ain't life funny like that.
Funnier still is my growing ease when it comes to the comfortable familiarity in her tone when she talks about Wesley. As well as we seem to work these days, he could sure as hell use a friend from the 'old days' who's not interested in beating him black and blue.
"You want me to help?" she asks, surprise evident in her voice. And okay, maybe I did come on a little strong, but we need all the help we can get, whether Wes is willing to admit that or not. I'm not going to dance around the issue when it comes to my new-found family
( ... )
“Goldilocks walked over to the…” My voice trailed off as I looked up and over to the small bundle in bed. Yup, I knew it. Poor Goldilocks is going to starve, Marilee was out like a light. No doubt too much excitement in to little time. She always was very susceptible to that, much like myself. But unlike her I feel as though I’ve drank far to much tea loaded with sugar and could go on all night. I’m surprised I’m not actually bouncing up and down. If I were to do that, I think both Cordelia and Lindsey will be looking at me strangely… before asking if I needed to see a doctor
( ... )
Cut off. Those words kind of piss me off a little. I know Angel, know the exact reason why he's pissed. He's probably a little sore that Wes didn't follow him into hell, a little sore that he seemed to find shacking up with Lindsey a better option - and not even close to getting over the fact that Wesley's a father now when circumstances and people playing us for all we were worth meant that he's not.
"I'm kinda glad you guys stayed away," I admit, wondering what the hell Lindsey was thinking sneaking into my room like that if Wolfram and Hart were that much against him. Same with Wes. I seem to remember Angel getting a lot pissy at the mere mention of his name.
"Sounds like a deal to me, he's waited this long to have you around again. I think we can be patient a little bit longer."I close my mouth abruptly at that. If I said anything it would have to be a lie and I don't want to do that - to Wes or Lindsey. I nod instead, smile a little, and find Alicia toddling over to me, trying to get a good look at my nails
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"Cordelia."
"It's me, Wesley." I said, so very beyond thankful that at least one of my friends hadn't jumped ship and joined Hell Incorporated. "I, uh..." What? Didn't know where else to go? That was true. I could've bestowed a brief visit on Angel's penthouse but I had to problems with that. One, penthouse - Angel had clearly been seduced. But two... Everything was all so different. I mean I hadn't expected everything to stay exactly as it was before I went into my coma but this?
“See? I told you she’d wake up.”"You always were the smart one." I told him, looking past him to see Lindsey, harboring the same shocked look as Wesley on his face. "It really is me," I cautioned, not sure if they were just surprised or whether they wanted, like, proof, "And not 'evil me' either, though it's not like you can tell, what ( ... )
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“See? I told you she’d wake up,” Wes remarks, with that barely-holding-it-together edge he gets when something goes spinning right the hell out of control. I can’t say as I blame him. As much as I hoped that she’d wake up, finally seeing her on her feet, walking and talking and insisting that she is who she looks like… I’m more than a little shaken myself.
"You gonna invite me in, Wes?"
I tense up immediately, fingering the wrist-stake just under my sleeve, but she realizes her poor choice of wording with a slight exasperated twitch of her mouth, crossing the threshold without an invitation. Good to know. I stand down, sparing a glance back at the girls; Alicia looks downright suspicious, worrying a game piece between her fingers, but Marilee seems to have taken it all in stride. And for some odd reason, that makes me relax more than anything I’ve seen or heard so far.
"Okay, say something, would you?" Cordelia asks, and now she’s got that nervous ( ... )
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She kept insisting it was she herself, though the moment she asked for an invite, both Lindsey and wiped around to look at her suspiciously. God no, she was finally awake, please don’t tell me some bastard had turned her. Angel? Did the firm finally get his way and changed him into Angelus. Again?Cordelia realized her mistake though and took a tentative step over our threshold, still smiling that little smile that showed me she wasn’t as self-assured of herself as she was pretending to be. I was to busy picking my jaw up from the floor to say something about that. Something snippy, like we used to do. My heart was still thumping in ( ... )
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“Love is a terrible thing”
“Last year?” I gave her a confused look, unsure what she meant for a moment. “Oh you mean with-with Jasmine? Or before Jasmine…” I frowned, letting my voice trail away. There was something-something about that. It was on the tip of my fingers but just like everytime it was just out of reach. Hush now, little one With a frown, I shook myself, reaching out with my free hand to cover one of Cordelia’s ( ... )
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I blink when I find his hand covering mine.
"But that wasn't you. We all know that."
I go to speak but come up empty. He's squeezing my hand and I know he expects something - me to echo his sentiments over everything working out fine but... I can't. I can't say that things are going to be fine because I don't know that. There's so much to talk about, so much Wesley doesn't understand and once it all comes out - once he knows about Connor and everything that happened after... Will he still be so welcoming?
“Angel going dark… even corporate dark… that kind of bumps up the due date for the end of the world. And I don’t know about you guys, but I’m kind of liking the world these days.”"He didn't feel all that dark." I offer ( ... )
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"We could get him to read Angel.""You could get him to agree to that?" I ask doubtfully. "It's going to have to come from you. Angel hasn't exactly been professing his undying love for this part of town these days." A fact that I'm not entirely glib and guilt-free about, especially not when the familiar shadow creeps into Wesley's expression ( ... )
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Whatever smile was on my face dies down completely at that thought. I miss my best friend sometimes. Sometimes, I wish things could be like they used to be. Just him, Cordy and I working from our old office. But things can never be the same. I’m happy now as well with Lindsey and my girls. But there are times I miss my friends. I don’t have any friends left, aside from Lorne, and the occasional phone call from Fred. If she remembers ( ... )
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The look of surprise on Lindsey's face makes me smile. "Yeah," I nod, "Kind of weird, really. I mean, last time I saw you was in Caritas. You were singing, remember?" Boy, did I remember that. Never figured the evil-harpy lawyer for having a set of pipes like *that*. "Three years later I'm in a coma and you're asking me to come out of it for a chat." Or okay, to save Wesley from missing me terribly, which, duh. Things really have changed around here ( ... )
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Funnier still is my growing ease when it comes to the comfortable familiarity in her tone when she talks about Wesley. As well as we seem to work these days, he could sure as hell use a friend from the 'old days' who's not interested in beating him black and blue.
"You want me to help?" she asks, surprise evident in her voice. And okay, maybe I did come on a little strong, but we need all the help we can get, whether Wes is willing to admit that or not. I'm not going to dance around the issue when it comes to my new-found family ( ... )
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"I'm kinda glad you guys stayed away," I admit, wondering what the hell Lindsey was thinking sneaking into my room like that if Wolfram and Hart were that much against him. Same with Wes. I seem to remember Angel getting a lot pissy at the mere mention of his name.
"Sounds like a deal to me, he's waited this long to have you around again. I think we can be patient a little bit longer."I close my mouth abruptly at that. If I said anything it would have to be a lie and I don't want to do that - to Wes or Lindsey. I nod instead, smile a little, and find Alicia toddling over to me, trying to get a good look at my nails ( ... )
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