Disclaimer: All characters and things from ANGEL and BUFFY belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. If they aren't on the show they belong to me.
Summary: Takes place after "Waiting In The Wings". What if Angel and Cordelia hadn't been interrupted, and how would the outcomes of that one event change the lives of the Fang Gang forever? A/C pairing
CHAPTER 14
Cordelia fumbled around her apartment, straightening things out the best she could with her protruding belly in front of her. She was a little over seven months now, and she was feeling it. She slowly bent down, picking up Connor's jacket and folding it, using her belly as a folding table.
Suddenly, she felt something grab onto her leg. She looked down to find Connor smiling up at her.
"Ma! Eat!" Connor bared his teeth to Cordelia.
"You're hungry?" Cordelia questioned him. "You just had breakfast a little while ago."
"Eattttt." Connor jumped up and down.
"Alright, relax there." Cordelia the folded jacket down, stretching out and fixing the cross necklace Wesley had give her. She had not taken it off since the shower, and she enjoyed seeing it every morning, Angel's name proudly displayed. "Come on."
Cordelia moved into the kitchen with Connor behind her. The child held his arms up waiting to be lifted into his high chair.
"Dennis?" Cordelia called out to her ghost.
A second later, Connor was being lifted in the air and put in his high chair by Dennis. He giggled as the ghost strapped him into the seat.
"Thanks, Dennis." Cordelia thanked her ghost, knowing she was in no shape to lift Connor. She then went to work on both Connor's lunch and hers. She had not realized just how hungry she was until Connor had said something.
"Mama…Maaaa." Connor giggled, busying himself with the cheerios Dennis had put on the high chair to keep the child busy while Cordelia prepared lunch.
Cordelia glanced over at Connor, smiling. "Do you need anything, babe?"
Connor looked up at Cordelia and proudly pushed forward his hand, showing his mother the cheerio before plopping it into his mouth. "Yummmm." Connor said.
"Well Mommy will have better lunch in a second, just let me…" Cordelia's voice trailed off as the vision hit her.
It took Cordelia a second to realize she was actually having a vision, since she had not had one in over three months, but once she realized what it was, she also realized this vision was far different than anything else she had ever experienced.
In her vision, Cordelia did not see who was in danger, but she was actually in that person's body, or it felt that way anyway. She was seeing through their eyes, and for some reason they felt familiar to her.
Whoever she was seeing through, they were caged in some type of cell, unconscious of the danger they were truly in, but Cordelia could feel that too. Through her mind, she frantically searched the room for a clue, something to tell her where this person was, but she found nothing. Then something in the corner of the room caught her eye A book, sitting on a table; not just any book, a book about laws of other dimensions.
Cordelia realized that whoever she was seeing through was trapped by Wolfram and Hart, but they weren't scared. They seemed empty, numb; they seemed to be giving up on the world around them. Whatever fight they were fighting, they were getting sick of it, and whatever mission they had it didn't make sense to them anymore. Cordelia felt sorry for the person, not only because they were in danger, but because they didn't seem to care.
The vision left as suddenly as it had come. Cordelia was left in shock; she had not had a vision in months, why had the Powers sent her one now? Could it be that Angel were coming back and needed to start his mission again? Cordelia was hopeful of his, as she slid into the chair across from Connor's high chair, emotionally drained. She rubbed small circles on her enormous stomach, knowing the baby inside of her had been upset from the vision.
"Ma?" Connor seemed to be able to tell something was bothering Cordelia. "Ma sad?"
Cordelia snapped her head up, looking at Connor and smiling gently. "No, sweetie. Mommy's just tired."
"Nap?" Connor suggested.
"No nap for me. Mommy needs to get a hold of your uncle." Cordelia said, standing and making her way over to the phone. She needed to call Wesley and tell him about her vision, and then she needed to get herself and Connor ready and go over to the hotel.
Angel felt like he had been run over by an eighteen-wheeler, and then it had backed up over him and hit him again. Every inch of his body was sore. He went to reach for his head, but realized he could not. He opened his eyes to find himself chained up like a dog.
He pulled on the chains, remembering last time he had been tied like this was when he had first come back from hell and Buffy had not known what to do with him. When his eyes adjusted to the brightly lit room, Angel felt a lump form in his stomach. He was in some sort of chamber, in what appeared to be a large medical building, but Angel knew better. He was in a law firm.
"Good to see you again, Angel." Lilah's voice seemed to echo in the large room as she descended from a staircase off to the side. "We were wondering how long it would take you to wake up, but no one guessed it would take a vampire like you a week to come to after that tranq. We must have really upped the dosage."
Angel clenched his jaw, his eyes tracking Lilah's every move as she stepped closer toward him. He then tried to lung out at her, but failed miserably as the chains only pulled him back.
Lilah laughed at the vampire's efforts. "There is a reason we made sure you were locked up good and tight."
"What do you want?" Angel asked, realizing only now that he had lost his shirt somewhere.
"Only to talk." Lilah said. "Well, not to you, more like to your better half." Lilah grinned.
"You'll never get Angelus, don't you get that?" Angel growled, knowing what Lilah wanted.
"I don't think you get it, Angel." Lilah continued to smile. "We don't need you're permission to get Angelus, we just need you, and since you're here and well…not going anywhere for a while." She glanced at his chains. "Then Angelus is as good as ours."
"You don't even know what you would be dealing with by letting him out. He is not just evil, he is diabolical." Angel told her.
"We are well aware, and that's why we are happy we wouldn't be his first targets." Lilah turned making her way back out of the room, but before she got to the bottom of the stairs, she turned back to Angel, grinning. "I wonder if Cordelia would even recognize Angelus at first when he goes after her…" She seemed to ponder for a minute, laughing on the inside at Angel's worried looks at the mention of Cordelia. "I mean…she would probably be so happy to see her champion she would practically feed herself and you're son to her." She shrugged. "Well, I am glad to not be her. Must suck being so close to you, it only makes you more of Angelus' enemy." She then turned and exited.
Angel let out a frustrated growl at his situation. He knew one thing was right, if Angelus got out Cordelia and Connor were as good as dead. They were the only people who really truly meant the world to Angel, and Angelus would despise them for that. He knew he had to figure a way out of the chains and out of Wolfram and Hart as fast as he could, but as he yanked harder and harder on the chains holding him to the wall, Angel realized his chances of that were slim to none.
Buffy stretched out her arms as she grabbed her bag and made her way out of the airport. The flight to Ireland had been far longer then she had anticipated and she was rather tired from it. Still, the Slayer knew she would find what she was looking for here. She knew that Angel would have come back here because he loved it so much, and it was far enough away from Connor that he wouldn't hurt him. She also knew no one in the Fang Gang would ever think to look in Ireland for Angel because Angel did not seem to talk about his motherland the way he used to. If anyone was going to find Angel and get the chance to be with him, it was her, not Cordelia.
Buffy made her way into the city of Dublin, wondering if Angel would have stayed here or gone back to Galloway. Regardless, she decided she was too tired to wander in search of the vampire tonight, that would have to wait until tomorrow, so she made her way into a small inn.
"Can I help you, love?" The man at the front desk asked.
"I need a room for the night." Buffy said.
"Ahh another American." The man smiled at Buffy.
"Another?" Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah." The man's eye seemed to winkle and Buffy thought for a second she had met him once before, but she couldn't put her finger on when or where. "Big fellow, dark hair, doesn't smile a lot."
"Sounds like the guy I am looking for." Buffy said, immediately knowing the man was describing Angel.
"You're looking for him?" The man asked, but seemed to already know the answer to that question.
Buffy nodded. "What room is he in?"
"Uh…third floor, fourth room on the left." The man said.
Buffy turned to make her way to the elevator, but the man's voice caused her to stop.
"But he's not up there." The man said.
Buffy turned back to the front desk. "What do you mean? Did he go out?"
"Uh…you could say that." The man shrugged. "Headed over to a law firm I think."
"Law firm?" Buffy was slightly confused. What was Angel doing at a law firm? Then she suddenly remembered that Angel had spoke of a law firm back in Los Angeles that had been giving him problems over the past few years, although she couldn't think of the name of it. She wondered if it was the same one. "Do you know which law firm?"
"Uh…" The man seemed to contemplate what he was going to say next. "Yeah. Wolfram and Hart I think?"
Buffy recalled the name the minute the Irishman said it. It was the same law firm that had been after Angel back in L.A. "Do you know where that building is?"
The man nodded. "Five blocks north of here."
"Thanks." Buffy said, making her way quickly out of the inn, knowing that if Wolfram and Hart was involved things were not going good for Angel.
The man at the counter sighed, running a hand over his face as he watched Buffy exit, and then looked up to the sky. "You Powers will owe Angel at the end of this all, big time because I can guarantee you that slayer is the last person he wants to see right now."
Cordelia made her way into the hotel with Connor tugging her by the hand toward through the door. Lately, he had been moving much faster on his little short legs then she had with her enormous stomach. She looked around to find no one in the lobby.
"Wesley? Fred? Gunn? Lorne?" Cordelia called out as Connor let go of her hand and made his way quickly over to the new toy truck Gunn had bought him last week.
"Cordelia?" Wesley called out, stepping out from the office with Fred behind him. "Is something wrong?"
"I had a vision." Cordelia told them, placing a hand on her back to support her huge stomach.
Wesley seemed surprised. "A vision?"
Cordelia nodded. "Yeah."
"Here, Cordy…" Fred helped the pregnant seer toward the couch. "Sit down."
Cordelia eased into the couch, passing Fred a thankful smiling for the help before taking a deep breath and trying to situate herself comfortably which was getting more and more difficult every day as her belly grew. She wasn't sure if she would last two more months.
"Let me get Gunn and Lorne." Fred suggested. "They should probably hear about the vision too."
"Good idea." Wesley said as Fred moved toward the basement.
"Where are those two anyway?" Cordelia asked, rubbing circles on her stomach as she watched Connor drive his little toy truck into the wall with great strength and then giggle when it bounced off the wall back at him.
"The basement." Wesley said. "They were trying to get some of Angel's stuff out of…" Wesley caught himself, seeing the look on Cordelia's face at the mention of Angel's name. She looked like she was about to cry. "Uh…they wanted to just reorganize the weapons cabinet."
Just then the basement door busted open and Gunn, Lorne, and Fred made their way over to Cordelia.
"So you had a vision?" Gunn asked, taking a seat on the table in front of Cordelia.
Cordelia smiled weakly and nodded at Gunn, glancing over his shoulder so she didn't have to look at him. His body language and the way he was not sitting in front of her, ready to listen, reminded her so much of how Angel used to be when she told him she had a vision. "It was weird."
"What did you see, sugar?" Lorne asked.
"Ma!" Connor pointed at Cordelia, noticing how everyone was now crowded around her, and not liking that he was not a part of it. He seemed to puff his chest out with a little breath and made his way through Wesley's legs to climb up on the couch next to Cordelia. He then looked up at Cordelia with a look that matched Angel's concerned look. "You kay?"
Cordelia couldn't help the tears in her eyes at Connor's actions, between the hormones, the way he looked exactly like Angel, and how she found it so cute that he was so worried about her, she knew a few tears would make their way from the corner of her eyes whether she liked it or not. She smiled down at Connor. "Yeah, I'm okay, sweetie."
Connor seemed satisfied with her answer but did not make a move to get off the couch. He was next to Cordelia and there he would stay.
"What did you see?" Wesley repeated Lorne's question from earlier.
"I don't know." Cordelia said. "It wasn't really so much what I saw. I mean, I saw some room in Wolfram and Hart. I know that much, but…" She seemed to search for the words. "It was what I felt. I didn't see who was in danger, but I felt what they did, and they weren't scared, they weren't angry, they weren't anything. It was like they were just there, like they didn't care." She looked up to catch Gunn's eye. "It was like a knew them so well and yet not at all…"
"Well, not much of a lead." Gunn stood. "But knowing it is at Wolfram and Hart doesn't hurt." He moved to the weapons cabinet. "We should get moving." He tossed a sword to Lorne and a crossbow to Wesley, before grabbing himself a sword. "Fred, you and Cordy stay here until we get back okay?"
Fred nodded and Cordelia sighed, leaning back into the couch with an arm around Connor who was busy playing with a button on his shirt, as Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne made their way out of the hotel and over to Wolfram and Hart, not really sure what they would find.
Angel continued to struggle with the chains holding him in the basement of the Irish Wolfram and Hart. He knew it was only a matter of time before Lilah came back down with a way to get Angelus out of him and he could not let that happen. Still, he wasn't sure how getting out of his chains would work either. He had been trying for a few hours now and still they had not budged.
Suddenly, Angel heard the door to the top of the stairs open and he began tugging even harder, afraid that Lilah was coming down and Angelus would be back faster than Angel could blink. "Damn it!" He growled, feeling defeated as the chains stayed firmly intact.
Angel looked up as he heard the footsteps descending the stairs getting louder, but then he heard something else, a few grunts and a loud noise, as if something fell. The next thing Angel knew Lilah was being thrown from the stairwell across the room, landing a few feet away from him. Stunned, Angel turned back to the stairs to see who had done such damage to the lawyer. He was in shock at who he saw.
"Buffy?" Angel watched as the slayer strode toward him.
"You are so lucky I was smart enough to come here and find you." Buffy say, using her slayer strength to easily yank the chains that had been holding Angel in place.
"What are you…how…" Angel was so confused.
"I'll explain it all once we get you out of here, not let's go." Buffy helped Angel up, tossing him his shirt that had been put on a chair a few feet from them and leading him up the stairs and out the backdoor of the building before Lilah or anyone else at Wolfram and Hart had the chance to react.
Angel and Buffy ran the few blocks back to the hotel, and up the three flights of stairs at the hotel to Angel's room.
Once inside, Angel shut the door, making his way over to the bed and sitting on it. Silence followed for a moment before Angel spoke. "You shouldn't be here."
"What?" Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Didn't I just save your undead butt?"
"You don't understand." Angel sighed. "I could hurt you. I am dangerous."
Buffy's heart almost broke for Angel, knowing he still fully believed in the prophecy, but it didn't quite break. That false belief in that false prophecy was the only way Buffy would not lose Angel to Cordelia. "I know all about the prophecy, how dangerous you are."
Angel looked up to see Buffy leaning against the wall. "You do?"
Buffy nodded, knowing this was the part where her best acting skills would come in. She needed Angel to still believe in the prophecy so she had a chance to keep him, but she also needed him to believe he was no danger to her, otherwise, she knew, he would leave. "Giles told me. We went to L.A. after to confirm it all with Wesley."
Angel looked back down at his hands. "Oh."
Buffy moved toward Angel, kneeling in front of him. "But you can't hurt me."
Angel glanced at Buffy.
"That prophecy was about you and your son, not you and the slayer." Buffy told him, not really feelings to terrible about not telling him the prophecy was false. "The only person you are a danger too is Connor, and I guess Cordelia because you left him with her."
Angel sighed, closing his eyes as if hearing Connor or Cordelia's name tore him apart. "Did you see them?" He opened his eyes, waiting for an answer.
"Cordelia and Connor?" Buffy asked.
Angel nodded.
Buffy took a deep breath. "Yeah, I saw them. When I went to Los Angeles."
"How are they?" Angel asked, really wanting to know. He had been so worried about them the past few months. He thought about it, he had been gone so long, Cordelia was probably only a few weeks away from having her baby.
"They are good." Buffy said.
"Connor?" Angel asked.
"He was getting bigger. He seems very smart." Buffy said, and then thought maybe about adding some fuel to the fire. "But Cordelia has him calling her Mom already."
"He is talking?" Angel was more surprised at that then what he was calling Cordelia. Truthfully, he knew Cordelia was the closest thing Connor was ever going to get to a mother, whether he had stayed in L.A. or not. He actually was kind of happy about it.
"Yeah." Buffy nodded, feeling defeated that Angel didn't care what Connor was calling Cordelia.
"And how is Cordy? How is she doing with the pregnancy?" Angel asked.
Buffy thought for a moment, wondering how Angel had known about Cordelia's pregnancy and then remembering he thought the child she was carrying was someone else's. He did not know it was his. "She is good. She seems happy about the new baby."
"Is Groo still around?" Angel asked.
"Groo? Groo who?" Buffy asked.
"The guy Cordelia is having the baby with." Angel said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh…" Buffy shook her head. "No."
"What?" Angel seemed enraged.
Buffy jumped back at how angry Angel had just gotten. "Well, it's not like Cordelia is the easiest person to be around…"
"I knew he was no good for her." Angel stood and paced, ready to rip the Groosalugg's face off. "So he knocked her up and then left her to raise his child." Angel stopped for a second, thinking. He had kind of done the same; he had left her to take care of Connor. He sighed, sitting back down, he was no better than the Groosalugg.
"Angel…" Buffy took a hold of his hand, causing him to look up at her. "Cordelia is doing fine, and so is Connor. They are happy and you can't hurt them if you are here. Trust me."
After a moment Angel smiled at her slightly, putting his hand on top of hers. "I do."
"Good, because I am here for you. We are going to get through this all together. No one said we couldn't save the world here in Ireland, together." Buffy half smiled, knowing she had gained his trust only through lying to him, but still she could tell in the way he asked, he cared about Cordelia on some level she had never imagined. This only confirmed her belief that if he knew the truth, that if he knew the prophecy was false, she would lose him to Cordelia forever. She couldn't let that happen.
Wesley, Gunn, and Lorne made their way up the steps to the main entrance of Wolfram and Hart. They figured their best way of getting inside would be to walk right through the front door, considering Angel was no longer a threat and it was daylight out, they had a feeling security would be a little more relaxed than usual.
As expected, they had little trouble entering the building, making their way right through the front doors.
"Now what?" Gunn whispered to Wesley, noticing that there was still a decent amount of security that they needed to get through.
"Easy as pie, sugars." Lorne said, smiling up at a young woman who had just walked in behind them. "Sarah!"
The girl turned to Lorne and smiled back. "Hey!"
"I just wanted to tell you what a great performance you had last week." Lorne said as the Sarah walked over to them. "Really touched me."
"Thanks." Sarah replied.
"Anyway, these are my friends Gunn and Wesley." Lorne motioned to Gunn and Wesley. "And we are having such a hard time getting in. Security won't let us through, but we really need to meet with uh…" He looked to Wesley for some help.
"Miss Morgan." Wesley jumped in.
"Really?" Sarah looked at security and frowned and then looked back to Lorne, Wesley, and Gunn. "Well just come with me, don't bother with security."
Lorne smiled back at Gunn and Wesley who both looked shocked before all three followed Sarah to the elevator.
"So, Miss Morgan?" Sarah said, clicking the button for the sixth floor on the elevator. "What is she doing for you?"
"She uh…" Lorne was getting caught up on his own tongue.
"My lawyer. I got into some stuff…" Gunn lied.
Sarah nodded, that was a good enough excuse for her, as the elevator door opened. "Well, good luck!" She waved to the three men. "See you soon, Lorne."
"Sure thing, sweetie." Lorne waved back to her as she got off and the door closed behind her.
"What was that about?" Gunn asked.
"She sang for me a few weeks ago. Brilliant girl." Lorne said.
"Yeah, too nice to be working here." Gunn said.
"Well, she will be done here in a month or so, from what I read." Lorne replied. "But anyway, we are in so let's do this."
"Cordelia said the basement." Wesley looked for the button on the elevator a pushed it, feeling the elevator begin its decent.
A few minutes later the elevator door swung open and Lorne, Wesley, and Gunn charged out, weapons in hand, ready to do battle, but they found an empty room.
"What the hell?" Gunn looked around. The room seemed kind of like what Cordelia described, but it was empty.
"Maybe we are too late?" Lorne asked.
"No." Wesley said, looking around, moving his finger across the edge of a table and picking up dust. "I'm not sure this place has been used in years."
"So what? Cordelia's vision was a bust?" Gunn asked.
Wesley glanced around. "Maybe. Maybe it was a rerun of something. She has gotten them once or twice before. Or maybe…" He looked down. "Maybe the stress of it all is getting to her. The pregnancy, Connor, Angel being gone, the fact that she hasn't had a vision in months…"
"Enough to push someone over the edge a little." Lorne had to agree. "Even someone as strong as Cordelia."
"Maybe we should keep an eye on her for a little." Gunn suggested.
"Yeah." Wesley sighed, moving back to the elevator. "Let's go."
The three members of the Fang Gang boarded the elevator, none of them aware that Cordelia's vision was very recent and very real just it had not happened at the Wolfram and Hart in L.A. but rather the one in Ireland, not that it was their fault. How were they supposed to know Cordelia's vision was about Angel? And either way it had been taken care of, Buffy had saved him.
Cordelia sat on the couch in the hotel watching Connor as he played with his toy trucks on the floor with Fred. He continued to bash his truck into the front of the one he had given Fred to play with and then would make a big crashing sound as the trucks collide, just to prove how smart he was for his age.
Fred glanced up at Cordelia to see the seer rubbing circles absentmindedly as she stared down at Connor, her thoughts clearly somewhere else. "Cordy?"
"Huh?" Cordelia looked over at Fred.
"Are you okay?" Fred asked honestly. "You seem kind of out of it since the vision."
Cordelia shrugged, looking down at her huge belly, a permanent reminder of Angel. "Just tired, I guess. This pregnancy is really taking its toll on me."
"Well, not much longer." Fred told her, getting her finger caught between her toy car and the one Connor was ramming into her's. She winced, pulling her finger out quickly. "Ouch!"
"Okay, enough of that game." Cordelia said, looking over at Connor. "Connor, come sit with Mommy, I need a hug."
Connor stood proudly, and climbed the couch to wrap his little arms around Cordelia's big belly. "Love baby." He said, and then looked at Cordelia. "Love Ma."
Cordelia smiled, running her hand over Connor's head. "And Mommy loves you." She kissed him on his forehead as he sank into the couch next to her, allowing her to wrap her arm around his shoulder as he leaned against her side, sucking his thumb.
"Still…" Fred returned to the conversation. "Are you okay?"
Cordelia sighed, looking up at Fred. "Honestly?"
"Yeah." Fred nodded. She was truly concerned with the seer.
Cordelia shook her head. "I am scared. I am tired and I am scared and I am all alone…" Her eyes swelled with tears.
"What? Cordy, you're not alone." Fred tried to tell her. "You still have me and Wesley and Gunn and Lorne and Connor…"
"But I am alone." Cordelia said. "This baby…" She looked at her stomach, and then glanced at Connor. "Connor…they don't even have a father in their lives, and now I have to be everything for them, and I don't know if I can."
"You can because you are one of the strongest women I know, Cordelia." Fred said truthfully. "And you'll do it because you love this baby and Connor and because you believe in the mission. You know Angel wouldn't want to see you sad."
"Angel would want to be here." Cordelia said bitterly. "But because of some stupid lawyers and a stupid fake prophecy, he doesn't get the chance…"
"We're going to get Angel back." Fred told the pregnant seer. "It's going to happen."
Just then the doors to the hotel busted open and Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne came through, tossing their weapons into the weapons cabinet and moving over toward Cordelia and Fred.
"We got a problem." Gunn said, sitting on the table and putting his hands on Fred's shoulders.
"Were you too late?" Cordelia asked.
"No, we were there, but you're vision wasn't, sweetie." Lorne told her, moving to the counter to make himself a seabreeze.
"What?" Cordelia seemed shocked.
"Cordelia, are you certain your vision took place tonight at Wolfram and Hart?" Wesley asked, cautiously, not wanting to upset her and knowing it took very little to do that nowadays.
"Yes, I am positive." Cordelia said, looking between Wesley, Gunn, and Lorne and realizing none of them believed here. "What do you all think I made it up for something?"
"It's not that…we all just wonder if you are in the right frame of mind for this right now, Cordelia…" Wesley began to explain.
Cordelia stood as quickly as her stomach would allow her. She was fired up as she pointed into Wesley's face. "No, I am not in the right frame of mind for this…I'm going to be a single mother to two of the most sought after children on the planet by every evil thing, I'm newly part demon, which I am still getting used to, I am tired, and scared, and I love Angel, and I never got the chance to even tell him!" She was somewhere between tears and anger by the time she finished.
"We understand all that, Cordelia…" Wesley said.
"Do you?" Cordelia snapped. "Calling me crazy? Saying I made up my vision?"
"Well, it wasn't there." Gunn stood. He was concerned about pissing Cordelia off but he was more concerned about her state of mind. "What are we supposed to think?"
"You're supposed to trust me!" Cordelia almost screamed at Gunn. She then took a deep breath. "You know what? Forget it. I don't need this." She turned to Connor offering him her hand. "Come on, Connor."
Connor complied, hopping off the couch and taking Cordelia's hand as she led him to the front door.
"Cordelia, where are you going?" Fred asked.
"Home." Cordelia turned around as Connor grabbed onto her leg. "And I don't know when I will be back. Maybe when I am not crazy." She glared at Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne.
"Cordy, we didn't say…" Gunn started.
"Save it." Cordelia told him bitterly. "I am done here. Just leave me alone. I don't need any of you." She then shuffled out the door with Connor still holding onto her leg.
Gunn went to move to go after Cordelia, but Lorne stopped him.
"Let her go." Lorne said. "We hurt her."
Gunn looked down at his hands, then back up. "She said she isn't coming back. We can't not go after her."
"Cordelia needs her space. She has a right to be angry; maybe we should just let her be." Lorne suggested.
"Yeah, except this is not a good time for that. She is pregnant and alone, and like she said, Connor and that new baby are targets." Gunn reasoned.
"She won't let us anywhere near her if she doesn't want us." Wesley seemed to know Cordelia so well, maybe from working with her the longest out of them all. "It's useless."
Silence fell over the Hyperion Hotel as the remaining members of the Fang Gang realized just how much they had screwed up.