Love Letters - yeah it's been said and done!!! Someone finds a love letter.. the love letter gets into the wrong hands...... what happens.. everyone is running and chasing... not a pretty picture?
Author: Sushi
Email me: buffyslays_uk@yahoo.co.uk if you post it up anywhere.
I don't own the characters.
Warnings: No Spoilers just a silly fic disguised as something that could be passed off as normal fic! Feedback is nice!
His heart ached, it was a long time since he could remember what she felt like, her lips on his, her soft ocean blue eyes seeing through him, knowing him, wanting him. Angel picked up a pen, fingering the tip and chewing the nib nervously. His hand slipped over the paper, smoothing over the edges, he needed to do this. Write this letter to Buffy. It was the only way to set his mind to rest.
* I've tried so hard to contain my feelings.Everytime I see you, I long to just take you in my arms and kiss you.... I want you too look me in the eyes and feel how much passion I feel for you....I've missed.what we had and could have had... remember?. I know you want to forget about.. I don't. I love you. I still do. It's hard to hide how I feel whenever I'm near you. I don't sleep...I can't eat... ok I can't eat anyway but if I could eat I wouldnt be eating...*
He drums his fingers on the table, knowing that if he really ever did send this letter he would have to go through the pain of losing her again. They could not be together. It was not possible. Pain clawed at his heart; he pushed the pen away, rubbing his tired face. He heard a soft clicking at the heels entering the Hyperion.
"Morning Angel.... I got donuts again.. with the yummy jammy centre" Cordelia Chase breezed in cheerfully, "I know you don't eat... but you could pretend the jam was blood.." She placed the box of donuts on the counter, her bag onto the floor and then tossed a manila folder at Angel's chest.
"What's this?" Angel flipped open the folder, perusing the sheets.
"New case.... Pretty big. It's got all the big evils. Wolfram and Hart... yadeyade-YAH! I did'nt really want to read it... it was WAY too long." She said tucking back her hair.
Angel's cave man brow furrowed, "mmm...You're right.. Look.. you stay here... I've got to go check this out.... stay here....just....wait till Wesley and Gunn arrive ok? Fill them in"
Slipping his arm into his sleek black coat, the tail swooshed the love letter directly into Cordelia's bag,
"And.... just sit tight. I'll be back..." He shouted as he made a beeline for the nearest sewer tunnel.
"Ok ok... do the hero thing.. go save people. I'll sit here and read a Cosmo." Licking the sugary coating off her lips and fingertips, she took her usual seat, and began fishing through her bag. Her hands absent mindedly picked up what she thought was a Cosmo. It was in fact the love letter.
"OOOooh a letter ... I did'nt read it this morning? Thought I'd read all my posts" Cordelia's eyes light up, "It's not everyday I get an exciting letter......" Her eyes scanned the paper, her mouth mumbling out a loud, "my feelings........kiss you pass..ionately....passion.....? ..........love?....What???" She giggled with a girly squeal, her smile wide and bright, "Who sent this to me???"
Turning the paper over. No name. She turned it back. Over. Back. Over. Back. Over.
"Oh.." it dawned on her. She reached for her most recent paycheck just to compare scanning the signatures.
".Oh OOH OHH Nooo!...", she dropped the letter on the floor...covering her mouth. The penmenship belonged to Angel. Angel her boss. Angel the guy who could'nt have sex. Angel the vampire with a soul. Angel who does'nt own a mirror. Angel who was like a eunuch (according to some), Angel who she never EVER thought about it in that way. A scream slipped past her lips.
"What??? What's wrong??" Wesley's voice boomed from the door, he came rushing towards her. "Was it a vision?" Pushing his glasses up his nose, he sat her down again on the couch.
"Um....um.... yeah.... a vision.. I had...a vision.. a real..." She mumbled. Cordelia stopped, her brown eyes widening in sheer horror as she could see the solitary sheet on the cold floor. Wesley followed her gaze.
Standing up he stalked towards the letter.
"No Wesley.... don't read it... please don't even think" Her hands voilently grabbed the paper from his clutches. "You can't read this..."
"Why on earth not?"
"Because... " She wrinkled her nose; "I have...problems...which you don't have to deal with...really it's nothing.. just forget about it. Ok?" Cordelia smiled sweetly at him tucking the letter safely into her desk. Wesley nodded reluctantly, inside he knew there was something to be concerned about and it was his resolve to find out exactly why Cordelia was so upset.
The phone rang.
"I'll get it!!!" Cordelia gracefully glided towards the phone, "Helllo.. Angel Investigations we help the helpless... if you can pay..." Her professional business like smile was back on her face.
A pained groan was uttered at the other end, "Uh..Ah....ah...ah...uh..........ah......oh...OOh ..Cordelia!" the male voice panted.
Her smiled faded, "Look sicko...... Just go back call a sex line.. and..get your ya yas out there"
"No.. uhh...aaah.. not don't hang up Cordelia.. It's me Angel.. ugh...ughhh"
"Angel??" Her heart leaped, what was she going to say to him now that she knew how he felt. What if she told him she did'nt feel the same way. Would he go insane? Turn back into Angelus? Run riots through the streets of LA?
She mused for a moment cautiously adding, "Um.... I'm not sure that phone sex is the way to go Angel. cos you and I...."
"Cordelia?? I've been shot a couple of times. by those bastards they call LAWYERS!. can you just get a car here...so we can get these bullets out? It sorta hurts a little" He grimaced feeling the bullets laced into his skin.
"Oh.. alright.. I'll be there in a second... just don't move" Cordelia grabbed her keys, answering Wesley's confused look.
"Angel's been shot... he just needs transportation back here to get those slugs out.. I'm on it." Jangling her car keys in front of him, almost at a fast run. She figured that if she had some time alone with Angel she could smooth out any potentional problems, settle their situation and dodge Wesley's awkward questions.
Wesley eyes follow her as she moves out. He turns back to Cordelia's desk. The drawer. Shut tight. Hiding a deep dark secret.
*No you can't Wesley. You're a Gentleman... you can't go rummage in your friend's desk...can you?*
He buries his head into the morning paper idly flipping past the recent political scandals and gossip.Crushing the pages back down on his lap, his mind wanders back to Cordelia's "problem". *She needs help but she won't say.... I have to.. It's my duty as a friend..* He stands up walking quietly towards the desk, sliding the drawer in silence.
"DEAR LORD!" The English man gasps after reading the love letter, "I thought she was over it. I thought she was'nt really interested. I know I was'nt... oh my word..." He sinks himself back down into the couch, "Does Cordelia really want me to 'look me in the eyes and kiss me passionately?' It can't be true.. Does she really want to kiss me? love me? she wants me to want her??" He scoffs at the absurdity, "But why would she be behaving so strangely towards me. Therefore I conclude a conclusion. Cordelia must be in love with me!"
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CUT TO: Cordelia and Angel in the car.
Angel tries picking out a bullet from his shoulder, sliding the bloodied shell from his flesh, "Ah! ....Cordy?? Are you ok?"
"Yes. I am fine" She stares directly to the road, concentrating on her surroundings, "I'm fine."
"It's just that you're being quiet... it's a little disturbing for me because you are'nt the wallflower type of girl..." His fingers ease out one more shell.
"Oh really?" Cordelia glares at him, " ...Maybe I want to be quiet today.." quietly recoiling watching the sky scrapers spin past into a blurred fury, .................." I'm sorry if I DISTURB you" She spat. "Anyway I'm not the one who just came from a sewer... you smell a lot like crap......I mean smell nice for a change...JUST!"
"Uh relax..." Angel patted her shoulder gently. "Just watch the road ok?" nervously smiling through his teeth as he can see how dangerously close Cordelia is driving the car to the kerb. She shrugs away from his touch.
"YOU... Angel are the disturbing one.... I mean.. you pretend I don't know.. I KNOW! about you..and your.. FEELINGS!" She shoots another icy glare at him
"What???" His mouth drops open in confusion.
"Now you're pretending....." She shakes her head, "Fine.. I'll pretend I don't know and then we'll be back to normal...thank God!." She hissed.
Angel sunk lower in his leather seat,
*Feelings? I don't have feelings...* He takes in her glares, *She's mad at me because I don't return her feelings?..!?!?! Is she saying that I feel for her? or that I don't or She's mad at me because I don't? ...... *
They arrive outside the Hyperion, Cordelia groans clicking the safety belt away, sighing with relief that they've reached home, Angel grabs her wrist.
"Cordelia what are you talking about?? I don't get it? You're mad at me because I'm... what exactly??"
THE END....... or maybe not??