TITLE: Between Angels And...Nothing
AUTHOR: Ragna (RaverRagna@excite.com)
RATING: PG overall
CLASSIFICATION: Past Angel/Cordelia, future Angel/Fred.
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...
~*~*~
"So, it's not reversible. Angel, I know you're hurting, but it's been over a month. Get out here."
Angel shook his head. "Wesley, I just want to die."
"Okay, that's it," Gunn said.
He kicked at the door until it splintered and gave way.
Angel looked at the two men standing in the doorway. "I said I wanted to die. Didn't mean I'd actually do it." He looked around at the many empty alcohol bottles. "Where's Fred? And the seer Cordelia?"
"Fred's off shopping for food. Cordelia's with her," Wesley said. "We need to talk. We can't run Angel Investigations successfully without you."
"Yeah, man. Lorne's an okay fighter... Actually, he's pretty bad." Gunn shook his head. "Get off the pity trip and start helping again."
He pulled a postcard out of his pocket and tossed it to Angel. "She sent this one to you."
Angel nodded. He knew the immortal Cordelia had been sending postcards to Gunn, but she hadn't sent any to anyone else. He looked at the picture. It was a starry night in Alaska.
It read, on the message side, "The world needs you. Move on."
Angel smiled slightly. "Fine, fine..."
***
He arrived downstairs just as Fred finished putting things away. "Hey, Angel," Fred said quietly. She was wearing a dress that was cobalt blue covered in sky blue lace, and her hair was falling into her face.
"Fred," he said quietly.
She handed him a mug filled with blood. "Lorne picked it up for you. It's got blood and..." She placed a celery stick in the blood. "Voila. Blood Mary."
Angel's smile got a bit bigger. He shook his head, holding the mug of blood, looking at Fred. Maybe moving on wouldn't be so hard...
AUTHOR: Ragna (RaverRagna@excite.com)
RATING: PG overall
CLASSIFICATION: Past Angel/Cordelia, future Angel/Fred.
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...
~*~*~
"So, it's not reversible. Angel, I know you're hurting, but it's been over a month. Get out here."
Angel shook his head. "Wesley, I just want to die."
"Okay, that's it," Gunn said.
He kicked at the door until it splintered and gave way.
Angel looked at the two men standing in the doorway. "I said I wanted to die. Didn't mean I'd actually do it." He looked around at the many empty alcohol bottles. "Where's Fred? And the seer Cordelia?"
"Fred's off shopping for food. Cordelia's with her," Wesley said. "We need to talk. We can't run Angel Investigations successfully without you."
"Yeah, man. Lorne's an okay fighter... Actually, he's pretty bad." Gunn shook his head. "Get off the pity trip and start helping again."
He pulled a postcard out of his pocket and tossed it to Angel. "She sent this one to you."
Angel nodded. He knew the immortal Cordelia had been sending postcards to Gunn, but she hadn't sent any to anyone else. He looked at the picture. It was a starry night in Alaska.
It read, on the message side, "The world needs you. Move on."
Angel smiled slightly. "Fine, fine..."
***
He arrived downstairs just as Fred finished putting things away. "Hey, Angel," Fred said quietly. She was wearing a dress that was cobalt blue covered in sky blue lace, and her hair was falling into her face.
"Fred," he said quietly.
She handed him a mug filled with blood. "Lorne picked it up for you. It's got blood and..." She placed a celery stick in the blood. "Voila. Blood Mary."
Angel's smile got a bit bigger. He shook his head, holding the mug of blood, looking at Fred. Maybe moving on wouldn't be so hard...