1 Part 1 – Best Friends
Angel was slouched in his desk chair at his desk, his feat casually lifted up onto his desk, he was perfectly happily reading a book, but he couldn't help feeling odd.
When he looked up, he found the reason.
Cordelia, who was sitting on the couch they had brought the day before (because of a persuasive Cordelia) to make Angel's personal office more comfortable was holding a un-read magazine in her hands, and she was watching Angel inquisitively.
He raised his eyebrow at her. "What?" He asked suspiciously.
Cordelia shook her head slightly. "Nothing."
Angel went back to his book and read a few more lines before looking back at her because the feeling of being watched hadn't been shaken.
Sure enough, she was still staring.
"Cordelia, *why* have I suddenly become so interesting to you?"
She shrugged. "I'm waiting to see when that book gets exciting, you've been reading half-an-hour now and haven't cracked a smile or shed a tear or anything! - If it's boring, Angel, why are you reading it? There is a *zillion* more interesting things we could do!"
Angel tried not to smile. 'Typical of Cordy,' he thought, 'always homes in on the weirdest things possible,' he put his feet on the floor and moved forward to lean on the desk. "Lettme guess. Your next line will be something like 'why don't we go out?' - am I right?"
She went a little pink, silently letting him know he was right, but, she didn't realize he knew her so well, and tried to cover it up. "*No*. Jeez, Angel, I don't always want to go out y'know!"
"You don't?" He lifted his eyebrow again, and pretended to look shocked.
Cordy rolled her eyes. "No, I just like to do stuff that doesn't put me to sleep - it just happens that going out on the town is one of them!"
Angel smirked.
"What's that *look* for?" She asked him irritably, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Angel tried to look all innocent. "What look are you talking about, Cora?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Vampires are *so* annoying, - good and bad!"
He laughed and walked around his desk and flopped on the new-couch next to her. "You are so wonderful, Cordelia." He told her, he knew that if she wasn't around he really would be in a permanent funk, as she would put it.
Her eyebrows were the ones that raised this time. "Who hit you with a hippie stick?"
Angel smiled. "Cordy, you can leave if you wanna. Go someplace and have fun."
She smiled and closed her magazine and jumped up, she walked to the door and then turned around. "So, you're gonna stay here?"
He nodded. "Got to. In case someone calls who needs help."
She shrugged. "Well, if you wanna be dull and boring, it's your call, vamp- man."
She had quite a few names for him now, quite a few were references to superman and other comic-book heroes - she figured he fitted totally into the hero category considering how many lives he had saved. (Super-vamp, Vamp-man, and there was the Dark Avenger) and he had even more than quite a few names for her, but they were all to do with her name. (Cordy, Cord, Cora, Cor, Delia, etc.).
~*~
After Cordelia had left, Angel had continued reading for a few hours down in his apartment/basement, but sprang into action when Kate called him to the precinct to have a talk about some mysterious disappearances.
He had been in such a hurry he had not closed the back door to his place properly, which turned out to be lucky as when a muddy, bleeding and half sobbing Cordelia Chase arrived, running as fast as she could away from some vicious looking creatures, she was able to get in and lock the door behind her keeping them out.
She screamed Angel's name over and over, weeping and holding her aching stomach, but he never came to her aid, she became worried and forced herself up from her slouched position at the foot of the door to look for him.
He wasn't in his apartment, and when Cordelia staggered into his bedroom, (which he obviously didn't clean much) and saw dust on the floor, she fell down and began to sob hysterically thinking the worst as she remembered his door had been wide open.
The cries and scratching of the wild beasts outside weren't heard by her anymore, she didn't fear them anymore, she feared the loneliness that creeped upon her as she ran her fingers in the dust and crying out for her best friend.
~*~
Go on to part TWO
Angel was slouched in his desk chair at his desk, his feat casually lifted up onto his desk, he was perfectly happily reading a book, but he couldn't help feeling odd.
When he looked up, he found the reason.
Cordelia, who was sitting on the couch they had brought the day before (because of a persuasive Cordelia) to make Angel's personal office more comfortable was holding a un-read magazine in her hands, and she was watching Angel inquisitively.
He raised his eyebrow at her. "What?" He asked suspiciously.
Cordelia shook her head slightly. "Nothing."
Angel went back to his book and read a few more lines before looking back at her because the feeling of being watched hadn't been shaken.
Sure enough, she was still staring.
"Cordelia, *why* have I suddenly become so interesting to you?"
She shrugged. "I'm waiting to see when that book gets exciting, you've been reading half-an-hour now and haven't cracked a smile or shed a tear or anything! - If it's boring, Angel, why are you reading it? There is a *zillion* more interesting things we could do!"
Angel tried not to smile. 'Typical of Cordy,' he thought, 'always homes in on the weirdest things possible,' he put his feet on the floor and moved forward to lean on the desk. "Lettme guess. Your next line will be something like 'why don't we go out?' - am I right?"
She went a little pink, silently letting him know he was right, but, she didn't realize he knew her so well, and tried to cover it up. "*No*. Jeez, Angel, I don't always want to go out y'know!"
"You don't?" He lifted his eyebrow again, and pretended to look shocked.
Cordy rolled her eyes. "No, I just like to do stuff that doesn't put me to sleep - it just happens that going out on the town is one of them!"
Angel smirked.
"What's that *look* for?" She asked him irritably, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Angel tried to look all innocent. "What look are you talking about, Cora?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Vampires are *so* annoying, - good and bad!"
He laughed and walked around his desk and flopped on the new-couch next to her. "You are so wonderful, Cordelia." He told her, he knew that if she wasn't around he really would be in a permanent funk, as she would put it.
Her eyebrows were the ones that raised this time. "Who hit you with a hippie stick?"
Angel smiled. "Cordy, you can leave if you wanna. Go someplace and have fun."
She smiled and closed her magazine and jumped up, she walked to the door and then turned around. "So, you're gonna stay here?"
He nodded. "Got to. In case someone calls who needs help."
She shrugged. "Well, if you wanna be dull and boring, it's your call, vamp- man."
She had quite a few names for him now, quite a few were references to superman and other comic-book heroes - she figured he fitted totally into the hero category considering how many lives he had saved. (Super-vamp, Vamp-man, and there was the Dark Avenger) and he had even more than quite a few names for her, but they were all to do with her name. (Cordy, Cord, Cora, Cor, Delia, etc.).
~*~
After Cordelia had left, Angel had continued reading for a few hours down in his apartment/basement, but sprang into action when Kate called him to the precinct to have a talk about some mysterious disappearances.
He had been in such a hurry he had not closed the back door to his place properly, which turned out to be lucky as when a muddy, bleeding and half sobbing Cordelia Chase arrived, running as fast as she could away from some vicious looking creatures, she was able to get in and lock the door behind her keeping them out.
She screamed Angel's name over and over, weeping and holding her aching stomach, but he never came to her aid, she became worried and forced herself up from her slouched position at the foot of the door to look for him.
He wasn't in his apartment, and when Cordelia staggered into his bedroom, (which he obviously didn't clean much) and saw dust on the floor, she fell down and began to sob hysterically thinking the worst as she remembered his door had been wide open.
The cries and scratching of the wild beasts outside weren't heard by her anymore, she didn't fear them anymore, she feared the loneliness that creeped upon her as she ran her fingers in the dust and crying out for her best friend.
~*~
Go on to part TWO