He's Fast, She's Furious

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CHAPTER TWO

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++Xander POV++

The cops showed up soon after. Luckily, unlike Dom, Leon, or Vince, they didn't know my face. I just blended into the crowd, like I was just walking down the street.

There were some witnesses, spectators without cars that had nothing to lose. 'The red car came out of nowhere and plowed into this poor lady.' 'No, I didn't get a good look at the other car, it might have been yellow, maybe white?' They all knew who I was, but nobody was going to give me up.

After slathering the cops with enough bullshit, they finally let us all leave, and I quickly caught a cab to the hospital. I was going to let Cordy know I was involved, if she wanted me to turn myself in, I'd do it then.

By the time I got there, Cordelia was in a private room in the ER. The head nurse asked about insurance and other info, so I just told her I was a close friend, and she didn't have any family in the area.

I told her people in the area who knew us called me, and let me know what happened. She bought the whole thing, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I found out the worst Cordelia had was a concussion, along with some cuts and bruises.

That amazed the hell out of me, considering the condition that Jeep was in. The wonders of the seat belt, and airbags would never cease.

After calling Dom's sister, Mia, and letting her know everything was okay, I went back to sit with Cordy. I knew I could just give her the same line the cops got, but I still owed her. At the very least, she deserved an apology. Taking a seat next to Cordelia's side, I waited to find out what my fate was going to be.

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~~Cordelia POV~~

I woke up to bright lights and white walls. From the beeping, I knew I was back in the hospital, again. The last thing I remembered was a red something, probably a car coming at me.

Then I noticed someone was holding my left hand, I figured it was probably Wes or Gunn, maybe even Angel, come to grovel.

"You okay Cor?"

I slowly turned my head toward the very familiar voice. "Xander?"

"Yeah, how are you feeling?" He asked, with obvious concern on his face.

"My head is freaking killing me, what the heck happened?"

He looked at the sliding glass door, to see no one was around, before turning back to me. "I was racing this asshole named Sanchez." He told me in a low voice. "He was the one that clipped you."

Like I was going to believe that, Xander a street racer? Please. "Very funny Xander," I snorted. "Was your name on a contact list from high school or something?"

"Fine." He said simply. "Then how do I know you drive a yellow Jeep, and that I found it wrapped around a telephone pole on Fourth Street?"

I started to think about it. He could be a jackass, but he wasn't one to make jokes when someone was in the hospital. Plus, with the way he kept looking down at the floor, he seemed guilty about something.

"Wait, that guy was going at least eighty miles-"

"More like ninety." He cut in.

"Fine, whatever. How the heck were you going to race a guy in that bucket of bolts you drive?"

He shushed me, as he again watched the hallway warily, as a couple of nurses walked by. "Look, I'll tell you everything once we get out of here, but I'd like to not get arrested if I can avoid it."

I just couldn't believe he was serious, but I was too sleepy to care.

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++Xander POV++

I woke up with a start, as something smacked my knee. If I wasn't trying to beg for my ex's forgiveness, I probably would have laughed my ass off. She was swinging the corded TV remote like a deadly weapon, trying to whack me again.

"It's about freaking time dork."

I let out a yawn, and ran my fingers through my hair. "Sorry Cor, rough night."

She gave me a glare that could make a man curl up on the floor and whimper like a baby. Luckily, through great personal struggle, I had become immune over time.

"Okay, not as rough as yours." I acceded.

"Is what you said last night true?"

"Which part?" I didn't know why I did this to myself.

"I swear to God Xander," She shook the remote at me. "I would be beating you over the head with that chair right now, if I didn't have to worry about my ass hanging out of this gown."

"That's not true Cor, your ass is firm, tight even..."

"Xander." She growled.

"It could even be on the cover of Buns of-" My wonderful compliment was interrupted, as something caught me on the side of the face. "Ow."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't have you sent off to be Bruno's new cellmate."

I looked up, and saw her reeling in that remote, this woman was pure evil. "That wasn't very nice." I told her, as I continued to rub my jaw.

"I'll make it up to you," She gave me one of those smiles. "When you get settled in, I'll send you a soap on a rope."

"Okay, okay," I said, holding up my hands in surrender. "I want to make this up to you, but I won't be able to do it if I get busted."

I had gotten a call from Dom, while Cordy was sleeping. He wasn't happy that I'd told her the truth, but he understood. He told me that he had had a plan that would smooth things over.

"Start talking." Cordelia ordered.

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~~Cordelia POV~~

I was finally ready to be discharged after wait four hours for a doctor to show up. At least the loser was here to keep me company. And as angry as I was with him, I didn't really want to see him in jail, not that I'd let him know that.

We discussed the idea he'd had, while it wasn't all there, it was a start. Then, I found out I didn't have any clothes. Apparently, my Jeep was such a mess, they were afraid I had internal injuries, and cut them off.

I'd also found out that Xander went by 'Alex' now. I could understand it, my Aunt Christina had called me Cece throughout my childhood. It was cute when I was a kid, but it had taken forever to get her to stop.

Alex had said he'd take care of the clothing issue, and we were now waiting for his 'friends' to show up. At first I was worried about what outfit they'd be bringing, assuming they'd be getting some of his stuff. Then I took a good look at what he had.

To say I was surprised, was an understatement. He was wearing a plain gray T-shirt, with blue jeans and black work boots. His arms showed muscle I'd never realized he had, lost under those awful, over-sized shirts of his.

While they'd be big on me, at least I wouldn't look like I'd had an accident at the circus when I left the hospital.

His 'friends' themselves were the next surprise, two women. Both were pretty, one white, one latina. Sitting in the hospital bed, I couldn't help but feel jealous, but I didn't know why. I was so over the big goof.

Soon after, the two introduced themselves. Mia, the white girl, was dressed fashionably, yet simply. Letty on the other hand, looked like she shopped at the same store Faith did, but I wasn't going to hold that against her, not yet anyway.

Both were friendly, and neither seemed to be attached to him either. What was up with him surrounding himself with pretty girls all of the time?

"We just had to come meet Alex's famous ex, Cordelia."

I turned an eye at him, wondering what that was supposed to mean. I saw him trying to shut Mia up, moving his hand in a slicing motion across his neck.

"Yeah," Letty added. "He keeps dating all these girls, but none of 'em seem to be as good as you were."

"Really?" I asked, staring straight at him.

"I- it's just that-" He was really squirming now.

"Well?"

The two women giggled at his uncomfortable position, I was liking them more already.

"Uh... None of them have measured up to the Queen C standard." He said quickly.

"Like that's a big surprise."

"And if it makes you feel any better honey, that prick who hit you is a quad now." Letty told me with a smirk.

"Quad?"

"Quadriplegic, that asshole wasn't wearing his harness, he slammed his head against the roof of his car, who knows how many times."

"Yeah," Mia added, as she handed me a small pile of clothes. "It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy either."

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As I made my way to the bathroom, careful to not give anyone a show in the hospital gown, all I could think was wow. The guy that hit me must have been a real bastard to get that kind of hatred.

I cleaned up, and checked out the clothes Mia had brought me. The doctors had at least been nice enough not to cut apart my bra and panties, and the clothes I had in front of me would work fine.

As I pulled them on, I just hoped Alex's idea worked as well as he'd said it would. I was sure the hospital bill alone was going to massive, and I didn't want to ruin my credit rating.

Pushing that thought aside for the time being, I checked myself in the mirror one last time. The cut on my forehead would take a few days to heal, but the doctor had assured me there would be no scarring.

The rest of the cuts and bruises were no big deal, working with Angel, I'd gotten plenty before. Finally, I pulled my hair back into a simple ponytail, and went back out to meet them.

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