I sat up on the couch, having heard something on the front porch. I was paranoid, alone in this house, after Angelus calling me with his stupid mind games. That so wouldn't work on me, right, then why do I have a death grip on the afghan on the couch? I pull myself up and head toward the door, peaking out the little curtain thingy on the side
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Finally, I'm sitting. I thought I was going to faint standing out there waiting for someone to open the door. It felt like hours though I suppose it was only mere minutes or seconds. Leaning back against the cushions of the sofa I'm wondering if I'll ever be able to get up from this thing. And what a silly thing to wonder about right now
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I stood there listening to Wesley ramble on about being fine and being tortured by a Slayer. Buffy. Faith, didn't know where she was, my eyes just kept getting bigger and bigger and more terrified. Go look for Faith? I look him over and just can't believe he's even thinking of it. He tries to get up and I don't bother moving, he's not going anywhere.
Cordelia? Could you help me up please?
"Oh no buster, you aren't going anywhere. You look like death warmed over and... remicrowaved Wes. Seriously, you are going no where. We don't know where Faith is, so what makes you think we can go out looking for her?" I set my hands on my hips and looked at him. "You're busted up. Faith is... missing. I've got a broken hand and Angelus called here being his psycho self. We are going no where. Faith will show up, if not, then we will go out in the daylight, which isn't too long from now. But you... are staying put."
He sat there on the sofa looking at me and I wondered if he thought the same thing. We're totally fucking screwed.
Giving her an annoyed look, I sigh. Dammit, why must she always be so stubborn? "Fine," I sigh, letting myself slip onto the floor. "I'll do it myself." Just as usual. Wesley will do it himself...and then mess everything up. Well, nothing much to mess up now but myself. And really, who cared about that
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Cordelia? Could you help me up please?
"Oh no buster, you aren't going anywhere. You look like death warmed over and... remicrowaved Wes. Seriously, you are going no where. We don't know where Faith is, so what makes you think we can go out looking for her?" I set my hands on my hips and looked at him. "You're busted up. Faith is... missing. I've got a broken hand and Angelus called here being his psycho self. We are going no where. Faith will show up, if not, then we will go out in the daylight, which isn't too long from now. But you... are staying put."
He sat there on the sofa looking at me and I wondered if he thought the same thing. We're totally fucking screwed.
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