TITLE: Between Angels And...Visions
AUTHOR: Ragna (RaverRagna@excite.com)
RATING: PG overall
CLASSIFICATION: Past Angel/Cordelia, possible Wesley/Cordelia.
SUMMARY: Cordelia gets hit by a Toth-like demon and splits into four, all four of whom no longer love Angel
SPOILERS: Set after the Pylea episodes.
DISTRIBUTION: Any sites with my fic up; you all have unspoken permission. I write it, you can post it. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
PREVIOUS PARTS/ARCHIVED AT: http://www.envy.nu/allthepain/index.html
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. Various friends of mine are holding characters hostage. You may see them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not, but I prefer offlist since I have quite a few lists on No Mail.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Answer to Gloveslap #4. Blaire, I was going to wait till it was finished, but since you're so impatient...
~*~*~
"Ow!"
She held her head in her hands. "Ow!"
Vision after vision pounded into her head. "This hurts! This really hurts!"
Finally, the visions subsided. "I...need...aspirin."
Wesley pulled a bottle of aspirin from behind the counter. "Here. Do you need water?"
"Yeah," she said, smiling at the man. "That'd be nice. And...maybe I could lie down."
"Right. I'll take you to a room."
***
Wesley sat down next to her. "Cordelia...do you understand what happened?"
She nodded. "We split from one. I...I guess I got the visions."
He nodded as well. "It seems that way."
"And...is it really irreversible?"
"That's what Lorne says."
She began to sob, her shoulders shaking heavily. "I don't want these visions! I...what good will I be to you? How can I help? All I see is the future, past lives..." She whispered softly. "And I can't control it."
"Shh," Wesley said, enfolding her in his arms. "Everything will be fine, Cordelia, I promise, I promise."
***
"She's asleep," Wesley said. "Has he come down yet?"
Gunn shook his head, looking at the other two Cordelia's, sleeping on couches. "No, man. Fred went up to check on him."
Wesley was going to reply when he heard a scream from upstairs. "Stay here," he said to Gunn, and he ran back upstairs.
***
Cordelia was sobbing again. This time she was shaking all over. "I had visions in my dreams. They were horrible visions, just horrible..."
Her arms around her, she rocked back and forth on the bed.
"Cordelia..."
"And you. You were keeping me safe. Wesley, you protected me."
She suddenly moved to his side and kissed him. It was much better than the awkward kiss in the library many years ago; he began to respond when he remembered that, even though she didn't love Angel, it would still hurt him.
"Cordelia, I...I can't."
"Why not?" she asked, almost on the verge of tears.
"Angel. It would hurt Angel."
"But..."
Wesley shook his head. "Give it some time. If you still feel the same way...perhaps, it will happen."
"You won't leave me tonight, will you?"
"No," he said, helping her get the sheets over her again. "No, I'll sit here tonight while you sleep."
Cordelia nodded, going to sleep again. She had a hand lying towards Wesley, and he grasped it lightly, his mind reeling at what could happen between them.
AUTHOR: Ragna (RaverRagna@excite.com)
RATING: PG overall
CLASSIFICATION: Past Angel/Cordelia, possible Wesley/Cordelia.
SUMMARY: Cordelia gets hit by a Toth-like demon and splits into four, all four of whom no longer love Angel
SPOILERS: Set after the Pylea episodes.
DISTRIBUTION: Any sites with my fic up; you all have unspoken permission. I write it, you can post it. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
PREVIOUS PARTS/ARCHIVED AT: http://www.envy.nu/allthepain/index.html
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. Various friends of mine are holding characters hostage. You may see them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not, but I prefer offlist since I have quite a few lists on No Mail.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Answer to Gloveslap #4. Blaire, I was going to wait till it was finished, but since you're so impatient...
~*~*~
"Ow!"
She held her head in her hands. "Ow!"
Vision after vision pounded into her head. "This hurts! This really hurts!"
Finally, the visions subsided. "I...need...aspirin."
Wesley pulled a bottle of aspirin from behind the counter. "Here. Do you need water?"
"Yeah," she said, smiling at the man. "That'd be nice. And...maybe I could lie down."
"Right. I'll take you to a room."
***
Wesley sat down next to her. "Cordelia...do you understand what happened?"
She nodded. "We split from one. I...I guess I got the visions."
He nodded as well. "It seems that way."
"And...is it really irreversible?"
"That's what Lorne says."
She began to sob, her shoulders shaking heavily. "I don't want these visions! I...what good will I be to you? How can I help? All I see is the future, past lives..." She whispered softly. "And I can't control it."
"Shh," Wesley said, enfolding her in his arms. "Everything will be fine, Cordelia, I promise, I promise."
***
"She's asleep," Wesley said. "Has he come down yet?"
Gunn shook his head, looking at the other two Cordelia's, sleeping on couches. "No, man. Fred went up to check on him."
Wesley was going to reply when he heard a scream from upstairs. "Stay here," he said to Gunn, and he ran back upstairs.
***
Cordelia was sobbing again. This time she was shaking all over. "I had visions in my dreams. They were horrible visions, just horrible..."
Her arms around her, she rocked back and forth on the bed.
"Cordelia..."
"And you. You were keeping me safe. Wesley, you protected me."
She suddenly moved to his side and kissed him. It was much better than the awkward kiss in the library many years ago; he began to respond when he remembered that, even though she didn't love Angel, it would still hurt him.
"Cordelia, I...I can't."
"Why not?" she asked, almost on the verge of tears.
"Angel. It would hurt Angel."
"But..."
Wesley shook his head. "Give it some time. If you still feel the same way...perhaps, it will happen."
"You won't leave me tonight, will you?"
"No," he said, helping her get the sheets over her again. "No, I'll sit here tonight while you sleep."
Cordelia nodded, going to sleep again. She had a hand lying towards Wesley, and he grasped it lightly, his mind reeling at what could happen between them.