Disclaimer is on Chapter One. The is the Fifth part in the Lost Years Series.
Summary: Wesley has a fun day out, Xander and Cordelia have a heart to hear, and why is Cordelia ill?
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Chapter 5
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Back in LA:
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Anastasia found Wesley drinking coffee while trying to look at a map of 'LA's Finest Tourist Attractions. "Hey ho pops. You do realise that maps upside down." Anastasia breezed "So where are we going? Oh please and none of that Universal Studio thing. I wanna see the real LA.
"Well I thought we could go to the Hollywood Walk of Fame since your in the business, well to a point plus it's a tourist thing to do. I can pick up something for Cordelia. She has always wanted to be an actress you see. Then I think maybe a museum, I know it may seem boring but they are quite good here. There's the Californian African American Museum or the Hollywood Wax Museum. You pick. How about dinner in Planet Hollywood and a trip to Griffith Park. It's like Central Park in New York except in LA. Xander did take you to Central Park I take it. It's a joggers paradise here. If you've got time we could go to the Santa Monica Pier. We can get some ice-cream, go on the carousel and then watch the sun set. The beach is great there as well. What do you think?"
"I think it sounds great and not a Universal Studio in sight. I can't wait. One question, can we take the bike? It is so cool. Please, pretty please."
"OK I guess. but you will wear a helmet and you'll need to put a little more on than what your wearing. I'll take you back to the hotel so you can get a jacket. I don't know you think from living in England you would wear a jacket everywhere." Wesley sat shaking his head looking like an old headmaster.
"Look who became all father-like all of a sudden. I don't know, your told you have a daughter and you age about 10 years. What will we do with you." Anastasia now had a smile her face. She fondly sat and looked at her father. She felt her life complete after many years of searching. He could see his love for her in his
eyes.
"Yes quite so...I'm starting to miss Cordelia and Angel somewhat. I don't know why." Wesley said shaking his head.
"Oh don't dwell on this please. Come on we have a full day ahead, thanks to your Watcher planning. Anyway first stop, where?"
"Oh," Wesley hesitated, "Ah yes the Hollywood Wall of Fame." They set off on their day of exploration stranger and finished up as best friends. Wesley had several rolls of film and he cherished them dear to his
heart. They had both bought print postcards of some of the art in the Californian African American Museum. The best part of the day came when they went to the Santa Monica Pier to go on the carousel. He looked at Anastasia and realised no matter the pressures she had on her and how wise she may seem, she was still a child. He watched the sun set in the marbled-orange sky and smiled as she fell asleep in his arms. He had his family back at last. Christina would be so proud of her now. He found himself wondering what Cordelia and Angel were up to.
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Later that night in Sunnydale:
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Giles was in the kitchen making tea and Angel sat staring at the sleeping Cordelia. She was beautiful when she was like this, not that she wasn't at any other time. She seemed as if their world of demons and vampires didn't exist. He had brought this world to her. She had left Sunnydale probably hoping to leave that behind as well as everything else. But he had brought it back when he rescued her from the vampire all those years ago. She told she didn't mind it. She wouldn't be who she was if it did. She was amazing, even when he had turned into Angelus, she still forgave him. He had said some horrible things that night but she had the ability to separate his Angelus form her Angel. She had try to tell him time and time again. He would have to start listening to her at some point.
He watched her as she began to stir. Her face turned toward him. She had tear tracks down her face, her eyes were red. She had been crying. She started to mutter, he could hardly hear her except he caught his own name. She turned backward and forward. A strangled scream filled his ears and he dived to her side.
"Cordelia, Cordelia wake-up. Please honey, your having a bad dream." Angels' voice full of fear.
Her eyes flew open and the fear slowly dissolved. "Oh god Angel i thought...I seen him kill you. I thought i had lost you. Oh Angel hold me, never leave me please." She broke down in his arms. He could do little but promise and stroke her long curls. He felt his heart weep.
He gathered her limp form in his arms and carried her up stairs. "Giles, me and Cordelia are going to bed. See you in the morning."
"Yeah that's fine. Make sure Cordelia gets some rest."
Angel tenderly put Cordelia down on the bed. She looked up him with eyes containing the pure wickedness that Angel had grown to love about her. He had seen that look before, he had just returned for Sunnydale realising it wasn't Buffy he belong with. He had thought it meant Sex, but his Cora only wanted him there beside her. Just to hold her, be there when she woke up. He watched her till he smelt the sunrise and drifted off into his world of slumber
The Next Morning:
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Angel awoke to find the space beside him empty but still warm. Cordeila had left several hours ago to go and visit Xander in the hospital. Xander lay in front of her, tubes coming out of his arms and wired attached to his chest. The monitors around him bleeped giving Cordelia the false sense of hope that he was still going to live. She tiptoed silently up to him.
Xander felt her as she enter the room, still feeling her eyes on his face as she stood by his bed watching him. He forced the strength that was keeping him alive to open his eyes and look at her.
"Hey you, you should be resting." Cordelia said smiling fondly at the still form in front of her.
"I've been resting for three months Cordelia, I want to catch up. So what have you been doing." Xander asked knowing that his Cordelia would love nothing more than to talk about herself.
Cordelia shifted her feet and looked to the floor. "Em...nothing that exciting. Just the usual visions, demon slaying, weird things happening stuff. I guess LA is a bit like Sunnydale except we have famous people and it's bigger."
"Glad to know Cordelia. You look really well. You glow and everything." Cordelia giggled and Xander looked back at her. "What?"
"I sure don't think I have been glowing recently in fact I've been sick everyday this month and I'm losing so much weight, not that is a bad thing. But if i'm glowing I can't be that ill. Xander I don't understand why you asked me to come here."
Xander dropped his eyes to the bed. "I wanted to say goodbye. I know no matter what Buffy says, I'm dying and that I haven't got long left. I have so many things I want to say to you if I saw you again. I'm sorry, for everything. I mean that. I hurt you so badly, I know I did. I guess I knew I did but you covered it so well so I just left it. But it is time to make amends. Please don't hate Willow anymore, hate is bad. I need to say so much..." Xander struggled to take a breath.
"Xander it's OK. I understand. I've forgiven you a long time ago. You should get some rest. I'll come back later."
Cordelia walked out of the private room and found Angel sitting in the chairs outside his room. Angel stood up and put his arms around her as she sobbed lightly into his chest. She lifted her head look at him as she opened her mouth she felt the urge to be sick again. Angel tried to grip her as she spun in his arms and flew towards the toilet again. When she emerge the look of concern hadn't left his face.
"God Cordelia you look paler than me. What is wrong with you? You've been like this for a month now. I tell you what we're in a hospital, you ill, why don't we see a doctor here." Angel noticed a nurse walking down the corridor. "Excuse me Nurse, can we see a doctor here? My girlfriend isn't feeling too well."
"Yeah sure if you have cover. Try the next floor down." The nurse continued on her way down the corridor.
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Summary: Wesley has a fun day out, Xander and Cordelia have a heart to hear, and why is Cordelia ill?
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Chapter 5
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Back in LA:
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Anastasia found Wesley drinking coffee while trying to look at a map of 'LA's Finest Tourist Attractions. "Hey ho pops. You do realise that maps upside down." Anastasia breezed "So where are we going? Oh please and none of that Universal Studio thing. I wanna see the real LA.
"Well I thought we could go to the Hollywood Walk of Fame since your in the business, well to a point plus it's a tourist thing to do. I can pick up something for Cordelia. She has always wanted to be an actress you see. Then I think maybe a museum, I know it may seem boring but they are quite good here. There's the Californian African American Museum or the Hollywood Wax Museum. You pick. How about dinner in Planet Hollywood and a trip to Griffith Park. It's like Central Park in New York except in LA. Xander did take you to Central Park I take it. It's a joggers paradise here. If you've got time we could go to the Santa Monica Pier. We can get some ice-cream, go on the carousel and then watch the sun set. The beach is great there as well. What do you think?"
"I think it sounds great and not a Universal Studio in sight. I can't wait. One question, can we take the bike? It is so cool. Please, pretty please."
"OK I guess. but you will wear a helmet and you'll need to put a little more on than what your wearing. I'll take you back to the hotel so you can get a jacket. I don't know you think from living in England you would wear a jacket everywhere." Wesley sat shaking his head looking like an old headmaster.
"Look who became all father-like all of a sudden. I don't know, your told you have a daughter and you age about 10 years. What will we do with you." Anastasia now had a smile her face. She fondly sat and looked at her father. She felt her life complete after many years of searching. He could see his love for her in his
eyes.
"Yes quite so...I'm starting to miss Cordelia and Angel somewhat. I don't know why." Wesley said shaking his head.
"Oh don't dwell on this please. Come on we have a full day ahead, thanks to your Watcher planning. Anyway first stop, where?"
"Oh," Wesley hesitated, "Ah yes the Hollywood Wall of Fame." They set off on their day of exploration stranger and finished up as best friends. Wesley had several rolls of film and he cherished them dear to his
heart. They had both bought print postcards of some of the art in the Californian African American Museum. The best part of the day came when they went to the Santa Monica Pier to go on the carousel. He looked at Anastasia and realised no matter the pressures she had on her and how wise she may seem, she was still a child. He watched the sun set in the marbled-orange sky and smiled as she fell asleep in his arms. He had his family back at last. Christina would be so proud of her now. He found himself wondering what Cordelia and Angel were up to.
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Later that night in Sunnydale:
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Giles was in the kitchen making tea and Angel sat staring at the sleeping Cordelia. She was beautiful when she was like this, not that she wasn't at any other time. She seemed as if their world of demons and vampires didn't exist. He had brought this world to her. She had left Sunnydale probably hoping to leave that behind as well as everything else. But he had brought it back when he rescued her from the vampire all those years ago. She told she didn't mind it. She wouldn't be who she was if it did. She was amazing, even when he had turned into Angelus, she still forgave him. He had said some horrible things that night but she had the ability to separate his Angelus form her Angel. She had try to tell him time and time again. He would have to start listening to her at some point.
He watched her as she began to stir. Her face turned toward him. She had tear tracks down her face, her eyes were red. She had been crying. She started to mutter, he could hardly hear her except he caught his own name. She turned backward and forward. A strangled scream filled his ears and he dived to her side.
"Cordelia, Cordelia wake-up. Please honey, your having a bad dream." Angels' voice full of fear.
Her eyes flew open and the fear slowly dissolved. "Oh god Angel i thought...I seen him kill you. I thought i had lost you. Oh Angel hold me, never leave me please." She broke down in his arms. He could do little but promise and stroke her long curls. He felt his heart weep.
He gathered her limp form in his arms and carried her up stairs. "Giles, me and Cordelia are going to bed. See you in the morning."
"Yeah that's fine. Make sure Cordelia gets some rest."
Angel tenderly put Cordelia down on the bed. She looked up him with eyes containing the pure wickedness that Angel had grown to love about her. He had seen that look before, he had just returned for Sunnydale realising it wasn't Buffy he belong with. He had thought it meant Sex, but his Cora only wanted him there beside her. Just to hold her, be there when she woke up. He watched her till he smelt the sunrise and drifted off into his world of slumber
The Next Morning:
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Angel awoke to find the space beside him empty but still warm. Cordeila had left several hours ago to go and visit Xander in the hospital. Xander lay in front of her, tubes coming out of his arms and wired attached to his chest. The monitors around him bleeped giving Cordelia the false sense of hope that he was still going to live. She tiptoed silently up to him.
Xander felt her as she enter the room, still feeling her eyes on his face as she stood by his bed watching him. He forced the strength that was keeping him alive to open his eyes and look at her.
"Hey you, you should be resting." Cordelia said smiling fondly at the still form in front of her.
"I've been resting for three months Cordelia, I want to catch up. So what have you been doing." Xander asked knowing that his Cordelia would love nothing more than to talk about herself.
Cordelia shifted her feet and looked to the floor. "Em...nothing that exciting. Just the usual visions, demon slaying, weird things happening stuff. I guess LA is a bit like Sunnydale except we have famous people and it's bigger."
"Glad to know Cordelia. You look really well. You glow and everything." Cordelia giggled and Xander looked back at her. "What?"
"I sure don't think I have been glowing recently in fact I've been sick everyday this month and I'm losing so much weight, not that is a bad thing. But if i'm glowing I can't be that ill. Xander I don't understand why you asked me to come here."
Xander dropped his eyes to the bed. "I wanted to say goodbye. I know no matter what Buffy says, I'm dying and that I haven't got long left. I have so many things I want to say to you if I saw you again. I'm sorry, for everything. I mean that. I hurt you so badly, I know I did. I guess I knew I did but you covered it so well so I just left it. But it is time to make amends. Please don't hate Willow anymore, hate is bad. I need to say so much..." Xander struggled to take a breath.
"Xander it's OK. I understand. I've forgiven you a long time ago. You should get some rest. I'll come back later."
Cordelia walked out of the private room and found Angel sitting in the chairs outside his room. Angel stood up and put his arms around her as she sobbed lightly into his chest. She lifted her head look at him as she opened her mouth she felt the urge to be sick again. Angel tried to grip her as she spun in his arms and flew towards the toilet again. When she emerge the look of concern hadn't left his face.
"God Cordelia you look paler than me. What is wrong with you? You've been like this for a month now. I tell you what we're in a hospital, you ill, why don't we see a doctor here." Angel noticed a nurse walking down the corridor. "Excuse me Nurse, can we see a doctor here? My girlfriend isn't feeling too well."
"Yeah sure if you have cover. Try the next floor down." The nurse continued on her way down the corridor.
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