I'm sooooooo sorry for the huge delay!!! I've been terrible busy at the uni, anyway, here goes chap two.
Oh, and thank you so much for reviewing!
Part 2: Waiting for Nothing
Finishing his phone conversation, Wesley left his office. Again, nothing. Cordelia wasn't in the hotel she said she was going to be, nor did the people there know were she was. Wesley was getting frustrated.
When he opened the door, the despair in the air hit him fully and for the first time, Wesley regretted being the boss. He saw everybody gathered in the lobby. Willow and Anya were sitting quietly side by side. Lorne was drinking something strangely colored. Fred was near Gunn who was sharpening his ax and looking menacing at Xander, who in return was trying very hard to pay attention to his shoes.
Suddenly he saw Buffy descending the stairs, when she reached the bottom Wesley approached her and asked, "Did you manage to talk to him?"
Felling more embarrassment than sorry, she answered, "Not really, though he did talked to me."
Gunn left his axe and walked towards her "What did he say?"
"Nothing important," Buffy answered in defeat.
It had been three weeks since she had left with the Pylean. Cordelia was enjoying the trip until she started to feel it. Something was wrong, her champion was troubled so she was troubled. Staying with Groo was no longer an option. This vacation was over. She needed to get to Angel. She needed to get to him now.
"Princess, what are you saying?"
"I'm so sorry. I don't want to do this or maybe I do. It's just… I don't understand it, but I can't, I just can't."
"Princess don't… "
That last conversation left her numb and the next thing Cordelia realized is that she was leaving the airport and hopping into a cab. Tossing her carry-on bag onto the seat, she instructed the driver, "Hyperion Hotel. Please, hurry."
"What happened to him?" Willow,
hesitating, asked again.
"We are not sure,"
said Wesley very tired
"It was Kyerumption and she didn't realized it," added Fred, teary-eyed.
"It was what?" Xander was positive he'd never heard that word in any of Giles' bizarre books.
"Pumpkin, now is not the time," Lorne sweetly but sternly told them.
Noticing that Gunn was scowling at him, Xander yelled, "Stop looking at me!" feeling very insecure.
"Don't you dare yell at me!" replied Gunn, equally loud.
"Gunn, please," Wesley stood between the two angry men.
"Wes, he is an asshole. You heard what the idiot said about Cordy," replied Gunn very defensively.
"Look, if yelling and threatening him would do any good , trust me, I'd be kicking him out of this place as we speak, but since it doesn't make things any better, I'm not," said Wesley.
"You're saved, boy," Gunn told Xander angrily.
"Whatever," replied Xander, but as soon as Gunn turned his back on him his face showed how relieved he was.
Cordelia never looked back, not when the Pylean champion was pleading her to stay with him. And even though she could barely stand to hurt him so much, she was determined to go back. The funny way thing was this time it wasn't someone else breaking her heart, she was the one who was causing the breaking.
And when Groo pleaded, "Princess don't leave," the only thing she could reply was "Groo, I do care about you but I'm not your princess". That was the last conversation she ever had with the Groosalug.
Tears were threatening to fall. The taxi driver seemed worried but never said anything, for which Cordelia was grateful, afraid if he said something he would make her pain worse.
Words kept flying in her mind, hunting and confusing her, "Oh God, Cordy", "Please princess", "Don't", "You can't", "Cordy, where are you?", "The champion suffers, he needs his seer." She didn't know what they meant, but she did know they were going to torment her until she did something.
She was almost home.
Finally she arrived, feeling things far worse that they were in her dreams.
