Disclaimer: I do not own anything created by Joss Whedon. Duh. Do I look like a guy with a weird name?
Pairing: A/C forever. I truly despise B/A.
Rating: PG13 for use of 'certain words'.
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A/N: Tinsy prequel to another story.
Summary: Angel finally gets his act together. A/C forever!
'Did I miss something?'
by Adele Elisabeth
Cordelia looked up. "Angel, sometimes you're a real fuckwit."
Angel stared at her. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Yes, Cordelia, I heard you. Now I want to know why." Angel said calmly.
"Forget it. I'm outta here." She stood up, a little unsteadily.
Wesley walked in, and then walked straight back out again.
"Cor--" Angel started, but she was already on her way out the door.
"Why do I feel like I missed a big part of that conversation?" Angel asked Wesley.
"Angel," Wesley took off his glasses and wiped them, "For a man - vampire - so ancient, you can be truly dense."
"Not you too..." the ensouled vampire groaned.
"She's...insecure." Wesley suggested.
"Why?" aforementioned vampire looked baffled.
"Well...all she really does, as she sees it, is have visions. Basically, one day your soul will be permanent and you'll go running back to Buffy.
Realisation dawned. "But Buffy and I have moved on." He protested.
"Buffy has." Wesley agreed. "Have you? And what makes you think Buffy wouldn't come back to you if she could and you asked?"
"But..."
"Cordelia needs evidence that you are her friend, not just some person who she knew sort of once upon a time that took pity on her."
"I need her." Angel murmured. It was true. Cordelia Chase was his best friend.
"Tell her that." The ex-watcher advised.
"Cora?" Angel knocked on her door.
Dennis let him in.
Cordelia was in her bedroom, and she'd taken the TV in there with her. She sat on the bed, watching a pathetic vampire movie. She kept correcting it.
"Cora? Cordy? Can I come in?" he asked quietly.
"I quit. Get a new seer, and piss off." She stated, giving him her best Queen C stare.
He came and knelt by her bed. "I need -you-, Cordy."
"Go play tortured souls with Buffy." She suggested. "I'm watching a movie."
"I need you." He said again, giving her the kicked-puppy look.
Her heart melted, and, for an instant, her eyes softened.
Then the icy wall was back in place.
"What do you want me to say? To do?" he demanded. "Anything!"
[But you can't,] she thought. [Not what I want--damn it, Chase! Stop thinking about Angel like that! This is -Buffy's- vampire. Her little vamptoy. Don't think about him that way.] She shook her head.
"Please?" he whispered. He felt desolate, alone and afraid. Unlife without Cordy? Unthinkable.
[She's your best friend.] He told himself. [Stop thinking of her like that. Feeling...]
"I can't." She whispered in reply.
It tore his unbeating heart to hear her so hopeless. The words were out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying. "I love you."
Shocked, she stared disbelievingly at him.
[Nonono, Chase, now you're hallucinating...hearing things, whatever. Delusional! Snap out of it, girl!]
"You love Buffy."
"I love -you-." He repeated. It was easier the second time...sounded - felt - right.
He stared imploringly into her hazel eyes, silently begging - pleading - with her.
"I love you too, dumbass."
The End.
Not quite.
Next story is 'Babyshowers at the Hellmouth'.
Pairing: A/C forever. I truly despise B/A.
Rating: PG13 for use of 'certain words'.
Feedback: Damn straight. Click the button at the bottom and review!
A/N: Tinsy prequel to another story.
Summary: Angel finally gets his act together. A/C forever!
'Did I miss something?'
by Adele Elisabeth
Cordelia looked up. "Angel, sometimes you're a real fuckwit."
Angel stared at her. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Yes, Cordelia, I heard you. Now I want to know why." Angel said calmly.
"Forget it. I'm outta here." She stood up, a little unsteadily.
Wesley walked in, and then walked straight back out again.
"Cor--" Angel started, but she was already on her way out the door.
"Why do I feel like I missed a big part of that conversation?" Angel asked Wesley.
"Angel," Wesley took off his glasses and wiped them, "For a man - vampire - so ancient, you can be truly dense."
"Not you too..." the ensouled vampire groaned.
"She's...insecure." Wesley suggested.
"Why?" aforementioned vampire looked baffled.
"Well...all she really does, as she sees it, is have visions. Basically, one day your soul will be permanent and you'll go running back to Buffy.
Realisation dawned. "But Buffy and I have moved on." He protested.
"Buffy has." Wesley agreed. "Have you? And what makes you think Buffy wouldn't come back to you if she could and you asked?"
"But..."
"Cordelia needs evidence that you are her friend, not just some person who she knew sort of once upon a time that took pity on her."
"I need her." Angel murmured. It was true. Cordelia Chase was his best friend.
"Tell her that." The ex-watcher advised.
"Cora?" Angel knocked on her door.
Dennis let him in.
Cordelia was in her bedroom, and she'd taken the TV in there with her. She sat on the bed, watching a pathetic vampire movie. She kept correcting it.
"Cora? Cordy? Can I come in?" he asked quietly.
"I quit. Get a new seer, and piss off." She stated, giving him her best Queen C stare.
He came and knelt by her bed. "I need -you-, Cordy."
"Go play tortured souls with Buffy." She suggested. "I'm watching a movie."
"I need you." He said again, giving her the kicked-puppy look.
Her heart melted, and, for an instant, her eyes softened.
Then the icy wall was back in place.
"What do you want me to say? To do?" he demanded. "Anything!"
[But you can't,] she thought. [Not what I want--damn it, Chase! Stop thinking about Angel like that! This is -Buffy's- vampire. Her little vamptoy. Don't think about him that way.] She shook her head.
"Please?" he whispered. He felt desolate, alone and afraid. Unlife without Cordy? Unthinkable.
[She's your best friend.] He told himself. [Stop thinking of her like that. Feeling...]
"I can't." She whispered in reply.
It tore his unbeating heart to hear her so hopeless. The words were out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying. "I love you."
Shocked, she stared disbelievingly at him.
[Nonono, Chase, now you're hallucinating...hearing things, whatever. Delusional! Snap out of it, girl!]
"You love Buffy."
"I love -you-." He repeated. It was easier the second time...sounded - felt - right.
He stared imploringly into her hazel eyes, silently begging - pleading - with her.
"I love you too, dumbass."
The End.
Not quite.
Next story is 'Babyshowers at the Hellmouth'.