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"Angel?" Her lover slowly turned and walked away.
"Angel come back! Please!" Her voice was straining, pleading.
"I'm sorry Buffy." he turned his back to her, then spun back around with his vamp face on ".but I
have a family now."
Now he was standing beside Darla, who was holding something in a bundle of blankets.
"No! NO! Angel. PLEASE!" But he couldn't hear her; she was being pulled away by some
inexplicable force, away from her Angel.
Cordelia walked into Buffy's bedroom to the sound of her pleading "No, please come back. but I need you." She was having a dream about Angel. She gently shook her awake.
"Hey, Buff, it's OK." Cordy's voice was strangely mother-like, a sound that even she surprised herself with.
"No, it's NOT okay Cordy. And it will never be." Then Buffy proceeded to tell Cordelia about dying, her friends, and heaven. She told her what she told Angel and what happened when she told him.
When she was finally finished (surprisingly without tears), Cordy was astonished.
"So you were like. together? In heaven?"
"Pretty much, at least I think so. I know we were together in heaven, but I'm just assuming the heaven part."
"Wow." Cordy didn't even bother to close her mouth.
"Yeah, that's pretty 'Wow.' That's also why I can't go back to Sunnydale.not just yet. Everytime I look at my friends, especially Willow, I see people who were being completely selfish. I came here to see Angel. He said he'd always be there when I needed him, he just left out the part about not coming when Darla was going to have his child."
"He didn't tell me either, Buffy. Anyway, you know that you can stay here as long as you need to."
"Thanks for the offer, Cordy, but Angel is still here with Darla and I don't think I can see her like that."
"Just because you're in the same town, doesn't mean you have to see them. It's a big city, so just don't go to the Hyperion."
"But."
"Where else do you have to go?"
"Well."
"Fine. It's settled. You're staying here with me."
Buffy wasn't in the mood to argue with her, and doubted it would be of much use, anyway.
The rest of the day consisted of site seeing, from the Walk-of-Fame to the mansions of the stars. Buffy earnestly tried to enjoy the sun-drenched city and Cordy's narrations, but she was still slightly distant, and rightfully so.
After sundown, Cordy headed off to the Hyperion and work. She told Buffy that she would be happy to stay at home with her (which she would really love to do, since work would entail listening to Angel sulk all night), but Buffy insisted she go. Buffy explained that she didn't want to be a burden and that she should
stick to standard operation.
Buffy had just settled down on the couch for a nice, long night of TV watching, when she heard a knock on the door.
/Should I even get it? I mean, they probably want Cordelia, anyway, and if I answered the door, there would just be questions to answer. /
But more thumping on the door ensued, so she got up and went to open it. But as soon as she opened the door, she regretted it.
"Angel."
Seeing his face brought back a whirlwind of memories from the previous night, ones that she had hoped to keep inside her for at least a few more days.
"Buffy, we need to talk." He tried to walk through the open door, but couldn't. There was an invisible barrier blocking him.
"Buff.what did you do?" His surprise and pain was evident.
"I had a feeling you'd stop by, and I just can't be around you right now. There's probably more I need to know about this.situation, but I can always find out later. Remember that spell I used on the house when you lost your soul? The best thing is for you to just stay away from me for now."
"But Buffy."
"I'm sorry, Angel, I really am." With those last words, Buffy gently shut the door on a stunned face standing outside. She walked cautiously back to the couch, taking one deliberate step at a time. She was afraid that she might turn around and run after him, making him tell her everything, so she could begin the process of forgiving. But she wasn't quite ready to forgive and forget, not just yet. The thing she needed most right now was some good 'ole Buffy-time.
Angel drove back to the hotel, stunned. He knew that she was infuriated at him, but he never thought that she would go this far. She wouldn't invite him in. The hate and contempt for himself grew and grew the farther he drove.
When he walked back into the offices of Angel Investigations, he was very upset.
"Cordy, I need to talk to you."
"OK, in a minute, 'cause I have to."
"Now Cordy!" he said with an edge in his voice.
"Okay, geeze."
They both went back into Angel's office.
Angel started ranting with his back turned.
"She wouldn't invite me in."
"So? I invited you in a long time ago." Cordy wasn't quite following.
He turned around to face her. "No, I mean, she cast me out. She used that spell so I couldn't come in!"
"I'm sorry Angel."
"Cordelia, you have to go home and invite me in. I need to talk to her. There are a lot of things she still doesn't know. She told me that I should just stay away from her, but I can't."
"Angel, I think she's right. What she needs now is some time alone, away from here and from Sunnydale."
"Cordelia."
"I'm sorry Angel, but I can't. I'm trying to do what's best for Buffy right now."
That's where the conversation ended, to Angel's dismay.
/Buffy won't see me, Cordelia's still mad at me, and Darla's still upstairs, still pregnant. Maybe if the Oracles were still alive I could go back and time and change everything.stop myself from sleeping with Darla. I wish I could just leave her. But I can't. It's my fault she's like this. And if it weren't for her, in some weird twisted way, I never would have met Buffy. /
The next couple of days went about the same. Cordelia spent the day with Buffy, trying out new activities to keep her mind off of Angel, Darla, and Heaven. Then she went to work for the night, leaving Buffy alone at the house, warding off visits by Angel. Darla lay upstairs in the Hotel, inching closer and closer to labor every day. Gunn, Wesley, and Fred were translating some new scrolls that they had discovered, which might have more insight on the birth of the baby.
"Angel?" Her lover slowly turned and walked away.
"Angel come back! Please!" Her voice was straining, pleading.
"I'm sorry Buffy." he turned his back to her, then spun back around with his vamp face on ".but I
have a family now."
Now he was standing beside Darla, who was holding something in a bundle of blankets.
"No! NO! Angel. PLEASE!" But he couldn't hear her; she was being pulled away by some
inexplicable force, away from her Angel.
Cordelia walked into Buffy's bedroom to the sound of her pleading "No, please come back. but I need you." She was having a dream about Angel. She gently shook her awake.
"Hey, Buff, it's OK." Cordy's voice was strangely mother-like, a sound that even she surprised herself with.
"No, it's NOT okay Cordy. And it will never be." Then Buffy proceeded to tell Cordelia about dying, her friends, and heaven. She told her what she told Angel and what happened when she told him.
When she was finally finished (surprisingly without tears), Cordy was astonished.
"So you were like. together? In heaven?"
"Pretty much, at least I think so. I know we were together in heaven, but I'm just assuming the heaven part."
"Wow." Cordy didn't even bother to close her mouth.
"Yeah, that's pretty 'Wow.' That's also why I can't go back to Sunnydale.not just yet. Everytime I look at my friends, especially Willow, I see people who were being completely selfish. I came here to see Angel. He said he'd always be there when I needed him, he just left out the part about not coming when Darla was going to have his child."
"He didn't tell me either, Buffy. Anyway, you know that you can stay here as long as you need to."
"Thanks for the offer, Cordy, but Angel is still here with Darla and I don't think I can see her like that."
"Just because you're in the same town, doesn't mean you have to see them. It's a big city, so just don't go to the Hyperion."
"But."
"Where else do you have to go?"
"Well."
"Fine. It's settled. You're staying here with me."
Buffy wasn't in the mood to argue with her, and doubted it would be of much use, anyway.
The rest of the day consisted of site seeing, from the Walk-of-Fame to the mansions of the stars. Buffy earnestly tried to enjoy the sun-drenched city and Cordy's narrations, but she was still slightly distant, and rightfully so.
After sundown, Cordy headed off to the Hyperion and work. She told Buffy that she would be happy to stay at home with her (which she would really love to do, since work would entail listening to Angel sulk all night), but Buffy insisted she go. Buffy explained that she didn't want to be a burden and that she should
stick to standard operation.
Buffy had just settled down on the couch for a nice, long night of TV watching, when she heard a knock on the door.
/Should I even get it? I mean, they probably want Cordelia, anyway, and if I answered the door, there would just be questions to answer. /
But more thumping on the door ensued, so she got up and went to open it. But as soon as she opened the door, she regretted it.
"Angel."
Seeing his face brought back a whirlwind of memories from the previous night, ones that she had hoped to keep inside her for at least a few more days.
"Buffy, we need to talk." He tried to walk through the open door, but couldn't. There was an invisible barrier blocking him.
"Buff.what did you do?" His surprise and pain was evident.
"I had a feeling you'd stop by, and I just can't be around you right now. There's probably more I need to know about this.situation, but I can always find out later. Remember that spell I used on the house when you lost your soul? The best thing is for you to just stay away from me for now."
"But Buffy."
"I'm sorry, Angel, I really am." With those last words, Buffy gently shut the door on a stunned face standing outside. She walked cautiously back to the couch, taking one deliberate step at a time. She was afraid that she might turn around and run after him, making him tell her everything, so she could begin the process of forgiving. But she wasn't quite ready to forgive and forget, not just yet. The thing she needed most right now was some good 'ole Buffy-time.
Angel drove back to the hotel, stunned. He knew that she was infuriated at him, but he never thought that she would go this far. She wouldn't invite him in. The hate and contempt for himself grew and grew the farther he drove.
When he walked back into the offices of Angel Investigations, he was very upset.
"Cordy, I need to talk to you."
"OK, in a minute, 'cause I have to."
"Now Cordy!" he said with an edge in his voice.
"Okay, geeze."
They both went back into Angel's office.
Angel started ranting with his back turned.
"She wouldn't invite me in."
"So? I invited you in a long time ago." Cordy wasn't quite following.
He turned around to face her. "No, I mean, she cast me out. She used that spell so I couldn't come in!"
"I'm sorry Angel."
"Cordelia, you have to go home and invite me in. I need to talk to her. There are a lot of things she still doesn't know. She told me that I should just stay away from her, but I can't."
"Angel, I think she's right. What she needs now is some time alone, away from here and from Sunnydale."
"Cordelia."
"I'm sorry Angel, but I can't. I'm trying to do what's best for Buffy right now."
That's where the conversation ended, to Angel's dismay.
/Buffy won't see me, Cordelia's still mad at me, and Darla's still upstairs, still pregnant. Maybe if the Oracles were still alive I could go back and time and change everything.stop myself from sleeping with Darla. I wish I could just leave her. But I can't. It's my fault she's like this. And if it weren't for her, in some weird twisted way, I never would have met Buffy. /
The next couple of days went about the same. Cordelia spent the day with Buffy, trying out new activities to keep her mind off of Angel, Darla, and Heaven. Then she went to work for the night, leaving Buffy alone at the house, warding off visits by Angel. Darla lay upstairs in the Hotel, inching closer and closer to labor every day. Gunn, Wesley, and Fred were translating some new scrolls that they had discovered, which might have more insight on the birth of the baby.
