Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Anything and everything before Birthday
Timeline: Connor is around, Lorne is not living at the hotel, and Cordelia is not part-demon.
Summary: What if the gang found out about the affect the visions were having on Cordy before the episode Birthday? What if the group didn't know about the part-demon loophole…until it was too late?
Author's Notes: Just for kicks, why don't you review it? If it sucks, tell me. If it doesn't, I'd like to know too!
**Note: Oh, this has been going on for too long! I should have ended it awhile back, but I'm still forging on! I am totally stuck right now, the curser is blinking at the top of the screen and I have nothing to say. Well, instead of complaining, I'll stare at the curser some more until a brilliant idea pops in my head…it may be awhile….
~*A False Sacrifice*~
~*Chapter 12*~
~*ENDING A*~
~*Breathing*~
The lush green valleys were gorgeous as the bus glided along the slick road. Watching the rain pour down against the glass mesmerized Cordelia. Her vision was blurred from watching the drops form for so long. It was better than the plane ride over, she thought. Thirty-two businessmen and a screaming child don't mix well. She looked down upon Conner and simply smiled. She loved how something so small could bring something so grand to her life. She could see a small village in the distance. Small cottages lined the road and she could spot a few pubs. The bus rounded the last corner and finally stopped. Stepping out into the rain, Cordy tried to shelter the sleeping baby from the wet. She swiftly moved across the street from the bus stop and stepped under a pavilion. An old woman went to her,
"Are you lost, deary?"
"Oh, no M'am. I know exactly where I'm going." Cordelia smiled broadly, and this made the woman smile back. Such a vibrant smile Cordelia had that day. The rain did not subside, but she couldn't wait any longer. She moved to the sidewalk and quickly walked down the street. She turned a corner, and there it was. O-Patty's Pub. She hurried into the dry retreat and looked around all the cheery faces. The face she expected to see wasn't there. Worried she became as she wandered aimlessly throughout the pub. She couldn't see him. He wasn't there. Her hopes were dashed and she sat down at the bar. The tender asked what she wanted, but she simply looked at him with despair in her eyes. And that's when she heard it. A loud laugh coming from the back corner. She couldn't see behind the men standing at the bar, so she stood and followed the chuckle. It was so familiar, and that's when she knew. He was here. Rounding the corner fervently, she saw the most beautiful sight ahead of her. It was Angel. He was downing a pint with a few men that seemed quite a bit older than he. He was laughing with them. She moved to him.
"Angel." Her voice was hoarse, and he didn't seem to hear.
"Angel!" She cried out louder this time. He spotted her and looked at her with a confused look on his face, though the smile didn't seem to fade.
"You can call me whatever you want!" He smiled her way as he spoke with a lovable Irish accent. She set Conner down on the chair beside her.
"Liam, who's this? Girlfriend?" One of the older men asked him.
"Aye, I wish. I don't know this lass." He looked Cordelia up and down- he was still smiling. Then his smile faded when he saw the crushed look on the wet girl's face.
"You don't remember me."
"Should I?" He looked to her and cocked his head to the side. He stood up and moved to her,
"Are you all right?" Cordelia bit her lip and stared at the face ahead of her, which simply stared back at her.
"I'm Cordelia." She said, and he put his hand out to shake hers.
"Liam. Are you lost or something? Cause, I know I only got here a couple days ago, but these fine gentlemen have been so kind as to take me under their wing. Would you like to join us?"
"You aren't Liam. Angel. You're name is Angel and you live in LA."
"I'm afraid I lost ya there. I ain't no Angel, and I don't believe I've ever even been to the states."
"Angel! You-you have to remember."
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about." That's when Conner started to cry. She looked to him and lifted him up into her arms. She patted his back and tried to quiet him. Cordelia looked to Angel, but he was looking at the child in her arms. His face contorted to form a confused look, as he moved to touch Conner.
"Angel? Do you remember him?" Cordelia looked encouraged as Angel looked at the crying child in her arms. She passed Conner to him and as he was placed in his arms, Conner stopped crying, and Angel's memories returned to him.
"Conner." But the normally thick Irish accent was replaced with an American one. He looked at Cordelia and he smiled broadly.
"Cordelia." She never thought she would be so happy to hear her own name. Smiling and crying at the same time, she grabbed Angel and hugged him tightly. She was reluctant to let go when he stepped back.
"You're here." He said to her, and as she edged closer to him, she felt the warmth that rose from his body. She noticed his chest moving up and down.
"You're alive." And with his child in one arm, and Cordelia in the other, he leaned down to her and passionately kissed her.
**Ok, so did I take the easy way out of this one and simply have Cordelia find Angel in Ireland, which may be an island, but still pretty big? Yeah, I think I did. That's why this is only an option of a great array of alternative endings. Well, at least one other ending anyway. If you enjoyed this ending, please let me know. I don't think I did, because I mean…come on. It is totally unrealistic. So, if you think I should just take it off and don't look back, let me know! So, I'm going to get back to the drawing board, well, the keyboard anyway. That blinking curser finally created some words, eh? Well…I'm off to make another ending!
Spoilers: Anything and everything before Birthday
Timeline: Connor is around, Lorne is not living at the hotel, and Cordelia is not part-demon.
Summary: What if the gang found out about the affect the visions were having on Cordy before the episode Birthday? What if the group didn't know about the part-demon loophole…until it was too late?
Author's Notes: Just for kicks, why don't you review it? If it sucks, tell me. If it doesn't, I'd like to know too!
**Note: Oh, this has been going on for too long! I should have ended it awhile back, but I'm still forging on! I am totally stuck right now, the curser is blinking at the top of the screen and I have nothing to say. Well, instead of complaining, I'll stare at the curser some more until a brilliant idea pops in my head…it may be awhile….
~*A False Sacrifice*~
~*Chapter 12*~
~*ENDING A*~
~*Breathing*~
The lush green valleys were gorgeous as the bus glided along the slick road. Watching the rain pour down against the glass mesmerized Cordelia. Her vision was blurred from watching the drops form for so long. It was better than the plane ride over, she thought. Thirty-two businessmen and a screaming child don't mix well. She looked down upon Conner and simply smiled. She loved how something so small could bring something so grand to her life. She could see a small village in the distance. Small cottages lined the road and she could spot a few pubs. The bus rounded the last corner and finally stopped. Stepping out into the rain, Cordy tried to shelter the sleeping baby from the wet. She swiftly moved across the street from the bus stop and stepped under a pavilion. An old woman went to her,
"Are you lost, deary?"
"Oh, no M'am. I know exactly where I'm going." Cordelia smiled broadly, and this made the woman smile back. Such a vibrant smile Cordelia had that day. The rain did not subside, but she couldn't wait any longer. She moved to the sidewalk and quickly walked down the street. She turned a corner, and there it was. O-Patty's Pub. She hurried into the dry retreat and looked around all the cheery faces. The face she expected to see wasn't there. Worried she became as she wandered aimlessly throughout the pub. She couldn't see him. He wasn't there. Her hopes were dashed and she sat down at the bar. The tender asked what she wanted, but she simply looked at him with despair in her eyes. And that's when she heard it. A loud laugh coming from the back corner. She couldn't see behind the men standing at the bar, so she stood and followed the chuckle. It was so familiar, and that's when she knew. He was here. Rounding the corner fervently, she saw the most beautiful sight ahead of her. It was Angel. He was downing a pint with a few men that seemed quite a bit older than he. He was laughing with them. She moved to him.
"Angel." Her voice was hoarse, and he didn't seem to hear.
"Angel!" She cried out louder this time. He spotted her and looked at her with a confused look on his face, though the smile didn't seem to fade.
"You can call me whatever you want!" He smiled her way as he spoke with a lovable Irish accent. She set Conner down on the chair beside her.
"Liam, who's this? Girlfriend?" One of the older men asked him.
"Aye, I wish. I don't know this lass." He looked Cordelia up and down- he was still smiling. Then his smile faded when he saw the crushed look on the wet girl's face.
"You don't remember me."
"Should I?" He looked to her and cocked his head to the side. He stood up and moved to her,
"Are you all right?" Cordelia bit her lip and stared at the face ahead of her, which simply stared back at her.
"I'm Cordelia." She said, and he put his hand out to shake hers.
"Liam. Are you lost or something? Cause, I know I only got here a couple days ago, but these fine gentlemen have been so kind as to take me under their wing. Would you like to join us?"
"You aren't Liam. Angel. You're name is Angel and you live in LA."
"I'm afraid I lost ya there. I ain't no Angel, and I don't believe I've ever even been to the states."
"Angel! You-you have to remember."
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about." That's when Conner started to cry. She looked to him and lifted him up into her arms. She patted his back and tried to quiet him. Cordelia looked to Angel, but he was looking at the child in her arms. His face contorted to form a confused look, as he moved to touch Conner.
"Angel? Do you remember him?" Cordelia looked encouraged as Angel looked at the crying child in her arms. She passed Conner to him and as he was placed in his arms, Conner stopped crying, and Angel's memories returned to him.
"Conner." But the normally thick Irish accent was replaced with an American one. He looked at Cordelia and he smiled broadly.
"Cordelia." She never thought she would be so happy to hear her own name. Smiling and crying at the same time, she grabbed Angel and hugged him tightly. She was reluctant to let go when he stepped back.
"You're here." He said to her, and as she edged closer to him, she felt the warmth that rose from his body. She noticed his chest moving up and down.
"You're alive." And with his child in one arm, and Cordelia in the other, he leaned down to her and passionately kissed her.
**Ok, so did I take the easy way out of this one and simply have Cordelia find Angel in Ireland, which may be an island, but still pretty big? Yeah, I think I did. That's why this is only an option of a great array of alternative endings. Well, at least one other ending anyway. If you enjoyed this ending, please let me know. I don't think I did, because I mean…come on. It is totally unrealistic. So, if you think I should just take it off and don't look back, let me know! So, I'm going to get back to the drawing board, well, the keyboard anyway. That blinking curser finally created some words, eh? Well…I'm off to make another ending!