A/N: Okay, Ash here. Got inspired to do this mini-series of perspectives by caffeine, I guess. This first snip was written about the time Chapter Three of TSD was: I was writing it, and I got inspired to do this little scene. It never made it into the chapter, but I wanted it somewhere all the same. Enjoy! I know this first one is painfully short. It was supposed to be a scene, nothing more, and when I tried to pad it, it didn't feel right. So embarrassingly short it remains.
Cordy sat on her bed, watching the aspirin tablet lift itself into the air towards her mouth. She let her invisible roommate pop it in, sipping from the glass of water he also offered. Snuggling down beneath the covers, Cordelia spoke quietly, feeling reassured by the quiet, unassuming presence that was Phantom Dennis.
"My life wasn't supposed to turn out like this, you know. I was supposed to be famous, and rich, and people were gonna love me. Everyone was gonna love me. I was gonna win twenty Oscars and marry one of the Baldwins and have three kids and an au pair in a palace in Beverly Hills. Not painful, mind snapping, conscience shattering visions." She sobbed dryly, putting her face into her pillow. Consequently, her next words were muffled. "I was gonna be a big star... Not some vamp's Seer. I was gonna be... I was gonna be..." She gave up on forming words and cried for real, long into the night.
"I was gonna have my name in lights..." was all Cordy said before falling asleep.
Phantom Dennis tucked his ward in tight, sitting down beside her to watch her sleep. The deep quiet was punctuated only by a few sleepy mumblings, always just beyond the reach of even his ghostly hearing.
---The next morning, Cordelia awoke to the sounds of the oldies on her alarm clock. Shutting it off, Cordelia yawned and stretched, her eyes wide open. A quick peek at her clock assured her it was nearly noon; so why was it as dark as midnight?
"Phantom Dennis?" Cordy warily asked. As if waiting for a cue, a mass of bright colorful lights on the wall opposite her bed switched on. Cordelia rubbed her eyes, taking a look. There, painstakingly spelled out in flashing Christmas lights, was her name.
S T A R R I N G C O R D E L I A C H A S E
"Dennis, I love you!" Cordelia squealed.