TITLE: Family
AUTHOR: Aset
E-MAIL: Eponine_Aset@hotmail.com
SPOILERS: up to season 3: Sleep Tight
PAIRING: A/C, F/G, B/S, and references to B/A
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAMER: all the characters are property of Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt and the rest…
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, this is my first Angel fanfiction. :o) and I've got to start by saying sorry to everyone for possible mistakes in the text. English is not my native tongue, but I try!! Feel free to send me feedback! Enjoy the story!!
Prologue
'No' she yelled as she fell down to the ground, her hands on her temples. He rushed downstairs as he had heard her cry. His dead heard broke at the thought of her being in pain.
'Cordy? Cordy!' He said as he took the trembling girl in his arms, 'it's okay! I'm here now. You're safe' he whispered. He felt how she silently started to relax again.
'47th street, the alley. Vamps, two'
'I'm off' he said while he got up, 'you…rest!'
'Angel' she called after him, 'be careful'
He came back and gave her a little hug. 'I will' he said, then hurried of, mad at him for doing that. He'd stopped denying it long ago. He loved her.
'Concentrate' he said to himself as he walked to his car.
Inside the Hyperion, Cordelia went to sit down behind her desk. The vision had caught her by surprise. It didn't really hurt, just the usual headache but it was quite ugly.
She was glad Angel had been there. In a way she was glad, he was always the one to comfort her, to be there for her. But on the other had, well, he was Angel. Angel, her best friend, her colleague, he was the one she had fallen in love with.
He had no problem finding the vampires. And after just a little fight, he had them turned to dust. They'd been young, just turned he guessed. No sight of the sire. It had been an easy fight, easy killing. Angel didn't even got seriously injured, just some bumps and bruised, and a few scratches. He looked around the deserted street. He didn't want to go back to the Hyperion right away. He needed some time to think, some time for himself.
'I love her' he sighed. 'Lorne's right. I shouldn't deny it. I love her' he went to sit on a bench near the fountain and stayed there for a while, staring into the water that was dark in the moonlight. Then he got up, and headed back for the Hyperion, secretly hoping Cordelia had already left.
'Almost 250 years of experience, and still afraid' he thought.
He entered the Hyperion, no sign of Cordy. He wanted to run up the stairs, to check on his son, but saw the answering machine-light flickering.
'Hey Angel, it's us! We'll be back tomorrow. See y'all!' it was Gunn.
'Angel, it's Wesley. I'll be back tomorrow. I'm feeling much better. Well, anyway, see you in the morning'
No more messages. 'So the gang is back' he thought. Wesley had been home for the last three days with the flu, and Gunn and Fred had taken some time off. 'Holiday's over!' he said when he walked up the stairs, reading to check in on Connor and Lorne, who was once more babysitting. But there was no sign of the green Host. Angel practically stormed the nursery, and was charmed by the view…
Cordy was there, asleep in the rocking chair, Connor in her arms.
'My family' he thought as he watched the little scene.
The baby started to wake as if he sensed his father's presence. He walked up to his son, and took him in his arms, careful, not to wake up Cordelia.
'Come on, my little one! We don't want to wake up mommy!' he silently said as he lifted the baby-boy.
He then took out a blanket and putted it over the sleeping girl.
'Sleep tight' he whispered as he gently kissed her on the hair.
'Angel?' she said with a sleepy voice.
'Yeah?' he pulled back, looking at his beautiful seer.
'Did you really mean it?'
'What?'
'Well, me being Connor's mom?'
Angel was surprised. She'd been awake!
'Yes' he managed to say it as normal as possible. No emotion. She mustn't know. 'Cause you are, Cordy! Connor sees you as his mother.'
She smiled. That radiant Cordy-smile. And it made him smile too.
AUTHOR: Aset
E-MAIL: Eponine_Aset@hotmail.com
SPOILERS: up to season 3: Sleep Tight
PAIRING: A/C, F/G, B/S, and references to B/A
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAMER: all the characters are property of Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt and the rest…
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, this is my first Angel fanfiction. :o) and I've got to start by saying sorry to everyone for possible mistakes in the text. English is not my native tongue, but I try!! Feel free to send me feedback! Enjoy the story!!
Prologue
'No' she yelled as she fell down to the ground, her hands on her temples. He rushed downstairs as he had heard her cry. His dead heard broke at the thought of her being in pain.
'Cordy? Cordy!' He said as he took the trembling girl in his arms, 'it's okay! I'm here now. You're safe' he whispered. He felt how she silently started to relax again.
'47th street, the alley. Vamps, two'
'I'm off' he said while he got up, 'you…rest!'
'Angel' she called after him, 'be careful'
He came back and gave her a little hug. 'I will' he said, then hurried of, mad at him for doing that. He'd stopped denying it long ago. He loved her.
'Concentrate' he said to himself as he walked to his car.
Inside the Hyperion, Cordelia went to sit down behind her desk. The vision had caught her by surprise. It didn't really hurt, just the usual headache but it was quite ugly.
She was glad Angel had been there. In a way she was glad, he was always the one to comfort her, to be there for her. But on the other had, well, he was Angel. Angel, her best friend, her colleague, he was the one she had fallen in love with.
He had no problem finding the vampires. And after just a little fight, he had them turned to dust. They'd been young, just turned he guessed. No sight of the sire. It had been an easy fight, easy killing. Angel didn't even got seriously injured, just some bumps and bruised, and a few scratches. He looked around the deserted street. He didn't want to go back to the Hyperion right away. He needed some time to think, some time for himself.
'I love her' he sighed. 'Lorne's right. I shouldn't deny it. I love her' he went to sit on a bench near the fountain and stayed there for a while, staring into the water that was dark in the moonlight. Then he got up, and headed back for the Hyperion, secretly hoping Cordelia had already left.
'Almost 250 years of experience, and still afraid' he thought.
He entered the Hyperion, no sign of Cordy. He wanted to run up the stairs, to check on his son, but saw the answering machine-light flickering.
'Hey Angel, it's us! We'll be back tomorrow. See y'all!' it was Gunn.
'Angel, it's Wesley. I'll be back tomorrow. I'm feeling much better. Well, anyway, see you in the morning'
No more messages. 'So the gang is back' he thought. Wesley had been home for the last three days with the flu, and Gunn and Fred had taken some time off. 'Holiday's over!' he said when he walked up the stairs, reading to check in on Connor and Lorne, who was once more babysitting. But there was no sign of the green Host. Angel practically stormed the nursery, and was charmed by the view…
Cordy was there, asleep in the rocking chair, Connor in her arms.
'My family' he thought as he watched the little scene.
The baby started to wake as if he sensed his father's presence. He walked up to his son, and took him in his arms, careful, not to wake up Cordelia.
'Come on, my little one! We don't want to wake up mommy!' he silently said as he lifted the baby-boy.
He then took out a blanket and putted it over the sleeping girl.
'Sleep tight' he whispered as he gently kissed her on the hair.
'Angel?' she said with a sleepy voice.
'Yeah?' he pulled back, looking at his beautiful seer.
'Did you really mean it?'
'What?'
'Well, me being Connor's mom?'
Angel was surprised. She'd been awake!
'Yes' he managed to say it as normal as possible. No emotion. She mustn't know. 'Cause you are, Cordy! Connor sees you as his mother.'
She smiled. That radiant Cordy-smile. And it made him smile too.