Title: This World Is Not My Home
Author: Settiai
Disclaimer: "Angel" and other related characters are all properties of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and other related corporations. No infringement is intended. This story, such as it is, was written as a sign of respect and love for the characters, the show, and their creator. I claim no ownership of the aforementioned show and characters.
Rating: PG
Summary: As the world passes her by, Cordelia lies in a world of dreams.
Feedback: Comments and helpful criticisms are always appreciated.
E-mail: lynn_foster@settiai.com
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Tears of joy ran down Cordelia's face as she stared down at the tiny being that was cradled in her arms. Raven hair covered a tiny head, and startling blue eyes peered up at her.
As two strong arms wrapped around her, Cordelia managed to turn her eyes away from the baby she held. She smiled wearily as she leaned closer to her husband.
"She's beautiful."
His voice answered her with a lilting Irish accent.
"That she is, princess. That she is."
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Spike stared down at Cordelia's still body, his face curious.
"It's almost as if her soul's somewhere else."