Note from Rain: My cousin Sunny wrote this fanfic, I'm just posting it for her because she cannot.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon is the god of the Buffiverse. I just borrowed his children for some fun. All the characters in this story belong to him, except the evil ones who belong to Rain. Thanks Rain for letting me play with them.
Authors Note: Beware if you are not a B/A fan. This story takes place 5 years after season 4. I started writing this pre-Dawn so she is not in this story. Also, Joyce is still alive and Riley is still in Sunnydale. I would also like to thank Rain for all her work. She is the Queen of the Internet and without her research abilities I would not have been able to finish this story. Enjoy!
I Do
By Sunny
Prologue
Two mysterious figures in black stood in the shadows surveying the throng of humanity that surged across the walkways of the outdoor shopping center.
"How about that one?" the smaller figure on the right asked pointing to a young teenage boy with green hair.
"Conor, he is not she," the larger figure on the left replied. "Besides, all that horrible screeching the young people call music has turned his brain to mush. He would be of no use to us whatsoever. Now, try and remember what we are looking for."
Conor obediently turned his eyes back to the crowded sidewalk, while privately thinking that today's music was a vast improvement over the stuff that was around in his day.
"What about that one, Malcolm?" he asked again this time indicating an older woman who had two small kids clinging to her hands. "She is the right sex."
"Conor, I am surprised at you," Malcolm said in a stern voice. "You know that woman is much too old." Malcolm's filmy, blue eyes continued their restless search of the shoppers. He was looking for someone special, someone young, vital, strong and female. Finally, his eyes lit upon the perfect candidate. He straightened his already imposing figure and pointed at a young, tall, girl with long, dark hair. He moved out of shadows and fell in step with the teeming crowd of teenagers that were flowing through the shopping center.
Meanwhile, Cordelia, the target of the two in black, stood in the middle of the sidewalk admiring her new purchase. She sighed softly to herself as she turned her wrist this way and that, watching as the diamonds sparkled in the lamplight. It was so nice to be able to afford beautiful things again. She had gone so long without them and all because her father didn't feel like paying the government. She had never been able to understand how he could have ruined her life that way. She had gone from Queen C. to Cinderella. She hadn't enjoyed that at all. But now, now she could have pretty things again. Sure, the diamonds were smaller than she would have liked, but it was all she could afford on her paycheck from the dishwasher commercial. And of course it was much better to receive diamonds from a rich boyfriend than to actually buy them herself. Still a diamond was a diamond no matter how you got it.
Cordelia finally came to her senses and noticed the big crowd of people who were trying to get around her. She glared at a woman with too many large packages, who bumped into her.
"Watch it," she admonished the woman.
The woman turned to Cordy and glared right back. "Well, if you wouldn't stop right in the middle of everything you wouldn't get hit," she said before she pushed herself onward.
"How rude," Cordelia muttered. The she shrugged her shoulders in dismissal of the woman and continued on her way.
But disaster, as it often does, lurked in the wings. Cordelia had just turned to head in the direction of a shop that had caught her eye, when it struck. Suddenly and quite unexpectedly Cordelia found herself falling forward. She hurriedly dropped her shopping bags and put both hands forward in an attempt to protect her best feature, her face. Her knees hit the cobbled walkway first and she grimaced as the jarring impact spread through her body. Then an instant later her hands slapped down on the hard pavement. Cordelia fought down a feeling of panic as her elbows buckled and her face continued its descent. She hurriedly locked her elbows and tipped her head back. She managed to halt her forward momentum but was now able to see the people who milled around her laughing and pointing. She closed her eyes in acute embarrassment and wished that the ground would open up and swallow her like Lois Lane in Superman.
"Are you okay, miss?" a masculine voice asked Queen C. from behind.
"Yeah, I'm just peachy," Cordelia answered as she turned her head in an attempt to see the form that accompanied the voice. Unfortunately all she could see was her butt sticking straight up into the air. Cordelia groaned and lowered her head the last few inches to rest her forehead on the rough surface of the sidewalk.
"Do you need some help?" the voice persisted.
"No," Cordelia said wishing that the guy would just go away and leave her to die of embarrassment in peace.
"Okay," the guy said and then Cordelia was able to see a pair of black Doc Martins walk past her.
Cordelia heard several other people snicker at her predicament and tried to see herself from their point of view. She knew that if she had seen some strange girl on her hands and knees with her butt sticking up she would be laughing at her. Or at least the old Cordelia would have laughed. Now, she would probably turn away from the spectacle before succumbing to her laughter. After all she had matured since high school.
Finally deciding to face down the snickers Cordelia pushed up and raised her front end so that it was higher than her back end. Then trying to be as lady like as possible, since she didn't want to moon the entire shopping center, Cordelia stood up. Her packages were lying spread out around her and she started to retrieve them. She just wanted to get her things and then run home and….Go to sleep? She shook her head trying to figure out where that thought had come from. No, she wanted to go home and bury herself under the covers until ten years had passed. That was how long her shame would live. Homecoming Queens did not trip and fall down in public.
"Wait a second," Cordy said as she straightened from retrieving another shopping bag. "What exactly did I trip on? Because I know it wasn't my own two feet."
Cordelia turned and marched back along the path she had taken keeping a sharp lookout for anything that could have caused her fall. Unfortunately, she didn't see anything. The pavement was smooth and new with no cracks or uneven places. There weren't even any foreign objects lying around waiting to trip unsuspecting pedestrians. There was absolutely no reason for her gold metal winning performance in the Gangly Youth Olympics.
"I must have been pushed," Cordelia surmised since it was inconceivable that she would have tripped over her own feet. With this horribly, embarrassing event properly explained she moved towards the exit of the shopping center and to her car. It was time to go home and go to bed. Suddenly she was very tired.
Melting back into the shadows the two in black watched as Cordelia made her way towards the exit of the shopping center.
"She's the one," hissed Malcolm as he watched Cordelia cautiously make her way to her car. "She will lead us to our salvation."
"She is the Slayer?" Conor asked.
"No, she is not the Slayer, but she will lead us to her."
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon is the god of the Buffiverse. I just borrowed his children for some fun. All the characters in this story belong to him, except the evil ones who belong to Rain. Thanks Rain for letting me play with them.
Authors Note: Beware if you are not a B/A fan. This story takes place 5 years after season 4. I started writing this pre-Dawn so she is not in this story. Also, Joyce is still alive and Riley is still in Sunnydale. I would also like to thank Rain for all her work. She is the Queen of the Internet and without her research abilities I would not have been able to finish this story. Enjoy!
I Do
By Sunny
Prologue
Two mysterious figures in black stood in the shadows surveying the throng of humanity that surged across the walkways of the outdoor shopping center.
"How about that one?" the smaller figure on the right asked pointing to a young teenage boy with green hair.
"Conor, he is not she," the larger figure on the left replied. "Besides, all that horrible screeching the young people call music has turned his brain to mush. He would be of no use to us whatsoever. Now, try and remember what we are looking for."
Conor obediently turned his eyes back to the crowded sidewalk, while privately thinking that today's music was a vast improvement over the stuff that was around in his day.
"What about that one, Malcolm?" he asked again this time indicating an older woman who had two small kids clinging to her hands. "She is the right sex."
"Conor, I am surprised at you," Malcolm said in a stern voice. "You know that woman is much too old." Malcolm's filmy, blue eyes continued their restless search of the shoppers. He was looking for someone special, someone young, vital, strong and female. Finally, his eyes lit upon the perfect candidate. He straightened his already imposing figure and pointed at a young, tall, girl with long, dark hair. He moved out of shadows and fell in step with the teeming crowd of teenagers that were flowing through the shopping center.
Meanwhile, Cordelia, the target of the two in black, stood in the middle of the sidewalk admiring her new purchase. She sighed softly to herself as she turned her wrist this way and that, watching as the diamonds sparkled in the lamplight. It was so nice to be able to afford beautiful things again. She had gone so long without them and all because her father didn't feel like paying the government. She had never been able to understand how he could have ruined her life that way. She had gone from Queen C. to Cinderella. She hadn't enjoyed that at all. But now, now she could have pretty things again. Sure, the diamonds were smaller than she would have liked, but it was all she could afford on her paycheck from the dishwasher commercial. And of course it was much better to receive diamonds from a rich boyfriend than to actually buy them herself. Still a diamond was a diamond no matter how you got it.
Cordelia finally came to her senses and noticed the big crowd of people who were trying to get around her. She glared at a woman with too many large packages, who bumped into her.
"Watch it," she admonished the woman.
The woman turned to Cordy and glared right back. "Well, if you wouldn't stop right in the middle of everything you wouldn't get hit," she said before she pushed herself onward.
"How rude," Cordelia muttered. The she shrugged her shoulders in dismissal of the woman and continued on her way.
But disaster, as it often does, lurked in the wings. Cordelia had just turned to head in the direction of a shop that had caught her eye, when it struck. Suddenly and quite unexpectedly Cordelia found herself falling forward. She hurriedly dropped her shopping bags and put both hands forward in an attempt to protect her best feature, her face. Her knees hit the cobbled walkway first and she grimaced as the jarring impact spread through her body. Then an instant later her hands slapped down on the hard pavement. Cordelia fought down a feeling of panic as her elbows buckled and her face continued its descent. She hurriedly locked her elbows and tipped her head back. She managed to halt her forward momentum but was now able to see the people who milled around her laughing and pointing. She closed her eyes in acute embarrassment and wished that the ground would open up and swallow her like Lois Lane in Superman.
"Are you okay, miss?" a masculine voice asked Queen C. from behind.
"Yeah, I'm just peachy," Cordelia answered as she turned her head in an attempt to see the form that accompanied the voice. Unfortunately all she could see was her butt sticking straight up into the air. Cordelia groaned and lowered her head the last few inches to rest her forehead on the rough surface of the sidewalk.
"Do you need some help?" the voice persisted.
"No," Cordelia said wishing that the guy would just go away and leave her to die of embarrassment in peace.
"Okay," the guy said and then Cordelia was able to see a pair of black Doc Martins walk past her.
Cordelia heard several other people snicker at her predicament and tried to see herself from their point of view. She knew that if she had seen some strange girl on her hands and knees with her butt sticking up she would be laughing at her. Or at least the old Cordelia would have laughed. Now, she would probably turn away from the spectacle before succumbing to her laughter. After all she had matured since high school.
Finally deciding to face down the snickers Cordelia pushed up and raised her front end so that it was higher than her back end. Then trying to be as lady like as possible, since she didn't want to moon the entire shopping center, Cordelia stood up. Her packages were lying spread out around her and she started to retrieve them. She just wanted to get her things and then run home and….Go to sleep? She shook her head trying to figure out where that thought had come from. No, she wanted to go home and bury herself under the covers until ten years had passed. That was how long her shame would live. Homecoming Queens did not trip and fall down in public.
"Wait a second," Cordy said as she straightened from retrieving another shopping bag. "What exactly did I trip on? Because I know it wasn't my own two feet."
Cordelia turned and marched back along the path she had taken keeping a sharp lookout for anything that could have caused her fall. Unfortunately, she didn't see anything. The pavement was smooth and new with no cracks or uneven places. There weren't even any foreign objects lying around waiting to trip unsuspecting pedestrians. There was absolutely no reason for her gold metal winning performance in the Gangly Youth Olympics.
"I must have been pushed," Cordelia surmised since it was inconceivable that she would have tripped over her own feet. With this horribly, embarrassing event properly explained she moved towards the exit of the shopping center and to her car. It was time to go home and go to bed. Suddenly she was very tired.
Melting back into the shadows the two in black watched as Cordelia made her way towards the exit of the shopping center.
"She's the one," hissed Malcolm as he watched Cordelia cautiously make her way to her car. "She will lead us to our salvation."
"She is the Slayer?" Conor asked.
"No, she is not the Slayer, but she will lead us to her."
