It's the final chapter! I hope you enjoy it :o)
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Early the next morning Cordelia and Wesley arrive at the office door and find it already unlocked. Wesley pulls Cordelia behind him, being the protective male, and walks slowly and cautiously through the door. He looks all around the room for any intruders but there aren't any, only Angel sat alone in his chair. He looks up wearily and greets them with a pathetic smile.
Angel: "Hey."
Cordelia: "Hey."
Wesley sits down while Cordelia takes off her coat and hangs it up. Angel starts fiddling with a pen.
Cordelia: "What are you doing up so early? I thought there was no life before lunch?"
Angel: "Couldn't sleep."
Cordelia: "That makes three of us then."
She sits down beside Wesley and an uncomfortable silence hits them like a ten-pound lump hammer. Angel continues to roll the pen up and down the desk, Wesley scratches his head and fidgets in his chair. Cordelia can't stand the awkward atmosphere and looks Angel straight in the face waiting for him to notice her. His eyes remain fixed on the path of the pen.
"Are we allowed to talk about what's happened? Or is this going to be one of those things we just have to try and forget about and never mention it again?"
Angel doesn't even bother to look up.
Angel: "What's there to talk about? I had a son. He's dead. End of story."
She leans forward and snatches up the pen, he finally sits up and acknowledges her.
Cordelia: "Well I for one need a few things explaining."
Angel: "Like what?"
Cordelia: "I get why Keavy was still alive, she was immortal, as long as she murdered somebody every year, but I don't understand why Eden was still alive... How long do fairies live anyway?"
Wesley: "Three hundred years... Apparently, the natural life span is three hundred years but if a fairy marries they automatically become immortal as we found out with Keavy but the pure hearted fairy, who has no desire for immortality, dies at the big three oh oh. They transform into enlightened beings and are given a soul, like the elders."
Angel looks back at Cordelia.
Angel: "Anything else?"
Cordelia: "Actually that was pretty much it but it's been bugging the hell out of me all night."
Quiet descends again. Cordelia hands the pen back to Angel, as a smile wrestles its way onto her face.
"So if Eden and I had got married, that would have made you my father in law."
Her smile expands into a stupid grin. Angel can't keep a straight face any longer. His mouth cracks and allows a smirk to appear.
Angel: "Scary I know."
Cordelia: "Hey, I'm just about coping with the brotherly love thing but the thought of you getting all parental on me is just too bizarre to contemplate."
Wesley straightens up in his chair and folds his arms.
Wesley: "I must say I'm disappointed."
Angel: "Why?"
Wesley: "This is supposed to be like the part at the end of the movie when we sit around and analyze recent events, sharing our inspired insights on life's hardships... The best you can come up with is being freaked out by the thought of being related to Angel."
Cordelia: "Hey I'm no Dawson Leery."
Wesley/Angel together: "Who?"
Obviously the reference to the teen angst TV show "Dawson's Creek" was wasted on the clueless pair.
Cordelia: "Never mind... So who wants coffee?"
Wesley: "Yes please."
Cordelia: "Angel?"
Angel: "I'll pass, thanks."
She gets up and vanishes into the outer office to make the drinks. Wesley waits until she has gone and then leans towards Angel and whispers.
Wesley: "Teen angst at it's finest I do believe. I liked the one where they went to that island to make their own Blair witch project."
Angel's smirk resurfaces momentarily.
Angel: "Same time next week?"
Wesley: "You bet, and bring munchies."
Cordelia is just replacing the carton of milk to the fridge when there is a knock on the door. She turns to see her friend Veronica standing in the entrance with her baby sleeping in her arms.
Veronica: "Anybody home?"
Cordelia squeals with delight and hurries over to her.
Cordelia: "Oh my god he's so tiny."
Veronica: "He didn't feel so tiny on the way out I can tell you."
Cordelia: "He's beautiful Roni... I can't believe you're a mom."
Veronica: "You and me both. I keep thinking someone is going to come and take him away from me but they're not, he's really mine."
Cordelia: "Wow."
She traces a finger over his plump little cheek. Wriggling his nose he opens his eyes and murmurs then closes them and goes back to sleep. "Can I?"
Veronica: "Sure..."
She passes the baby over to Cordelia's waiting arms.
"Watch his head."
Cordelia: "Hello little guy..."
Veronica smiles proudly at her son.
"He's heavier than he looks, isn't he?"
She picks up his hand and shakes it, he clasps on to her finger tightly.
"You want to go meet my friends? Okay, come with me."
She carries him into Angel's office with Veronica following closely behind.
"Hey look who's here, we have a visitor."
Angel and Wesley stand up to welcome their guests.
"Veronica, this is Angel and Wesley."
Veronica: "Hi."
Angel smiles and sits back down in his chair. Wesley joins Cordelia's side and starts cooing over the baby."
Wesley: "Is this the little fella who has no name?"
Veronica: "I'm afraid so... I thought that as soon as I saw him, a name would just pop into my head and that would be that but I'm embarrassed to say it hasn't happened that way."
Cordelia: "Don't worry I'm sure you'll think of something soon."
Wesley: "My I make a suggestion?"
Veronica: "Sure, why not."
Wesley: "Wesley is a fine upstanding name, it has a certain quality to it that demands respect don't you think?"
Cordelia tries to stop herself form laughing but doesn't quite manage it.
Veronica: "Well... I agree, it does have a certain quality as you say but... I'm not really sure he looks like a Wesley."
Wesley: "I appreciate your tactfulness unlike Miss Chase here who has yet to master the ability."
While the three continue to try and think of a name for the infant Angel's mind begins to wonder, back to 1753 and a lonely woman giving birth in a field on a cold night. He imagines her lying on the ground covered in blood cradling a child in her arms. His child.
Angel: "Eden."
Veronica: "Excuse me?"
Angel: "You could call him Eden."
Cordelia and Wesley both look at Angel sympathetically then back at the baby. Veronica takes back her son and holds him up to see his face. He squirms in her grip and opens his eyes for his mother to see.
Veronica: "Eden? I think he likes that."
The End.
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Early the next morning Cordelia and Wesley arrive at the office door and find it already unlocked. Wesley pulls Cordelia behind him, being the protective male, and walks slowly and cautiously through the door. He looks all around the room for any intruders but there aren't any, only Angel sat alone in his chair. He looks up wearily and greets them with a pathetic smile.
Angel: "Hey."
Cordelia: "Hey."
Wesley sits down while Cordelia takes off her coat and hangs it up. Angel starts fiddling with a pen.
Cordelia: "What are you doing up so early? I thought there was no life before lunch?"
Angel: "Couldn't sleep."
Cordelia: "That makes three of us then."
She sits down beside Wesley and an uncomfortable silence hits them like a ten-pound lump hammer. Angel continues to roll the pen up and down the desk, Wesley scratches his head and fidgets in his chair. Cordelia can't stand the awkward atmosphere and looks Angel straight in the face waiting for him to notice her. His eyes remain fixed on the path of the pen.
"Are we allowed to talk about what's happened? Or is this going to be one of those things we just have to try and forget about and never mention it again?"
Angel doesn't even bother to look up.
Angel: "What's there to talk about? I had a son. He's dead. End of story."
She leans forward and snatches up the pen, he finally sits up and acknowledges her.
Cordelia: "Well I for one need a few things explaining."
Angel: "Like what?"
Cordelia: "I get why Keavy was still alive, she was immortal, as long as she murdered somebody every year, but I don't understand why Eden was still alive... How long do fairies live anyway?"
Wesley: "Three hundred years... Apparently, the natural life span is three hundred years but if a fairy marries they automatically become immortal as we found out with Keavy but the pure hearted fairy, who has no desire for immortality, dies at the big three oh oh. They transform into enlightened beings and are given a soul, like the elders."
Angel looks back at Cordelia.
Angel: "Anything else?"
Cordelia: "Actually that was pretty much it but it's been bugging the hell out of me all night."
Quiet descends again. Cordelia hands the pen back to Angel, as a smile wrestles its way onto her face.
"So if Eden and I had got married, that would have made you my father in law."
Her smile expands into a stupid grin. Angel can't keep a straight face any longer. His mouth cracks and allows a smirk to appear.
Angel: "Scary I know."
Cordelia: "Hey, I'm just about coping with the brotherly love thing but the thought of you getting all parental on me is just too bizarre to contemplate."
Wesley straightens up in his chair and folds his arms.
Wesley: "I must say I'm disappointed."
Angel: "Why?"
Wesley: "This is supposed to be like the part at the end of the movie when we sit around and analyze recent events, sharing our inspired insights on life's hardships... The best you can come up with is being freaked out by the thought of being related to Angel."
Cordelia: "Hey I'm no Dawson Leery."
Wesley/Angel together: "Who?"
Obviously the reference to the teen angst TV show "Dawson's Creek" was wasted on the clueless pair.
Cordelia: "Never mind... So who wants coffee?"
Wesley: "Yes please."
Cordelia: "Angel?"
Angel: "I'll pass, thanks."
She gets up and vanishes into the outer office to make the drinks. Wesley waits until she has gone and then leans towards Angel and whispers.
Wesley: "Teen angst at it's finest I do believe. I liked the one where they went to that island to make their own Blair witch project."
Angel's smirk resurfaces momentarily.
Angel: "Same time next week?"
Wesley: "You bet, and bring munchies."
Cordelia is just replacing the carton of milk to the fridge when there is a knock on the door. She turns to see her friend Veronica standing in the entrance with her baby sleeping in her arms.
Veronica: "Anybody home?"
Cordelia squeals with delight and hurries over to her.
Cordelia: "Oh my god he's so tiny."
Veronica: "He didn't feel so tiny on the way out I can tell you."
Cordelia: "He's beautiful Roni... I can't believe you're a mom."
Veronica: "You and me both. I keep thinking someone is going to come and take him away from me but they're not, he's really mine."
Cordelia: "Wow."
She traces a finger over his plump little cheek. Wriggling his nose he opens his eyes and murmurs then closes them and goes back to sleep. "Can I?"
Veronica: "Sure..."
She passes the baby over to Cordelia's waiting arms.
"Watch his head."
Cordelia: "Hello little guy..."
Veronica smiles proudly at her son.
"He's heavier than he looks, isn't he?"
She picks up his hand and shakes it, he clasps on to her finger tightly.
"You want to go meet my friends? Okay, come with me."
She carries him into Angel's office with Veronica following closely behind.
"Hey look who's here, we have a visitor."
Angel and Wesley stand up to welcome their guests.
"Veronica, this is Angel and Wesley."
Veronica: "Hi."
Angel smiles and sits back down in his chair. Wesley joins Cordelia's side and starts cooing over the baby."
Wesley: "Is this the little fella who has no name?"
Veronica: "I'm afraid so... I thought that as soon as I saw him, a name would just pop into my head and that would be that but I'm embarrassed to say it hasn't happened that way."
Cordelia: "Don't worry I'm sure you'll think of something soon."
Wesley: "My I make a suggestion?"
Veronica: "Sure, why not."
Wesley: "Wesley is a fine upstanding name, it has a certain quality to it that demands respect don't you think?"
Cordelia tries to stop herself form laughing but doesn't quite manage it.
Veronica: "Well... I agree, it does have a certain quality as you say but... I'm not really sure he looks like a Wesley."
Wesley: "I appreciate your tactfulness unlike Miss Chase here who has yet to master the ability."
While the three continue to try and think of a name for the infant Angel's mind begins to wonder, back to 1753 and a lonely woman giving birth in a field on a cold night. He imagines her lying on the ground covered in blood cradling a child in her arms. His child.
Angel: "Eden."
Veronica: "Excuse me?"
Angel: "You could call him Eden."
Cordelia and Wesley both look at Angel sympathetically then back at the baby. Veronica takes back her son and holds him up to see his face. He squirms in her grip and opens his eyes for his mother to see.
Veronica: "Eden? I think he likes that."
The End.
