TITLE: Between Angels And...Normalcy
AUTHOR: Ragna (RaverRagna@excite.com)
RATING: PG overall
CLASSIFICATION: Past Angel/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...
~*~*~
It was a strange feeling, to wake up on a couch and find the hotel lobby quiet at three in the afternoon.
And it was empty.
Except for Lorne staring at her.
"Morning, sunshine."
Cordelia smiled slightly. "I really split into four, didn't I?"
He nodded. "Yeah, you sure did."
"And I don't love Angel?"
He shook his head. "Nope."
She stood up, holding her head. "I need to get out of here."
"Hold on there," Lorne said, taking a hold of her arm. "We've already had two leave, we don't want to leave you, too."
"Why? I don't have the visions anymore."
"But you're still Cordelia."
"No, I'm not. Without the visions I'm nothing to you guys."
"Wait, wait, sweet cakes. You're not nothing. You can still fight."
"Yeah, right."
"Look, I was told to keep you here. Gunn's trying to get Angel out of his room, Fred's in there trying to keep him from opening a window and letting the sunshine in, Wesley's keeping the seer asleep until...well, until I could get up there. Take a look at her."
"I won't leave. Promise."
Lorne looked at her, then nodded. "Go up to Gunn. See if you can help."
"I'd rather go to my home."
"That works too. If you promise to stay there."
"I promise."
***
Cordelia sat in her room, looking at her belongings. There was a picture of her and Angel. She couldn't bear to look at it, not now. It'd have been easier if they'd broken up.
This, this was killing her.
She finally gave up. She packed as many of her things as she could, left a note for Gunn or Wesley or whoever came to find her, and called a cab.
Time to go back home to Sunnydale.
AUTHOR: Ragna (RaverRagna@excite.com)
RATING: PG overall
CLASSIFICATION: Past Angel/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...
~*~*~
It was a strange feeling, to wake up on a couch and find the hotel lobby quiet at three in the afternoon.
And it was empty.
Except for Lorne staring at her.
"Morning, sunshine."
Cordelia smiled slightly. "I really split into four, didn't I?"
He nodded. "Yeah, you sure did."
"And I don't love Angel?"
He shook his head. "Nope."
She stood up, holding her head. "I need to get out of here."
"Hold on there," Lorne said, taking a hold of her arm. "We've already had two leave, we don't want to leave you, too."
"Why? I don't have the visions anymore."
"But you're still Cordelia."
"No, I'm not. Without the visions I'm nothing to you guys."
"Wait, wait, sweet cakes. You're not nothing. You can still fight."
"Yeah, right."
"Look, I was told to keep you here. Gunn's trying to get Angel out of his room, Fred's in there trying to keep him from opening a window and letting the sunshine in, Wesley's keeping the seer asleep until...well, until I could get up there. Take a look at her."
"I won't leave. Promise."
Lorne looked at her, then nodded. "Go up to Gunn. See if you can help."
"I'd rather go to my home."
"That works too. If you promise to stay there."
"I promise."
***
Cordelia sat in her room, looking at her belongings. There was a picture of her and Angel. She couldn't bear to look at it, not now. It'd have been easier if they'd broken up.
This, this was killing her.
She finally gave up. She packed as many of her things as she could, left a note for Gunn or Wesley or whoever came to find her, and called a cab.
Time to go back home to Sunnydale.