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Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cordelia deals with more (funny) consequences from becoming a demon, while Spike makes a visit to L.A. A/C
A/N: Please review or send any comments or flames to my email above :) Words inside * are what the characters are thinking, and ***( )*** is someone having a vision. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :) This takes place after Provider, Season 3 on Angel, and I guess Gone, Season 6 on Buffy.
A/N2: Thank you to everyone for reviewing!!! For those who haven't, plz R&R....or just Review.... hehe :)
Chapter Four: Catwoman and Nancy Drew
Cordelia was ready for her date, and Angel tried not to growl when she came down the stairs wearing THE shirt and skirt that HE had kissed her in.
Cordelia grinned at Angel. He's just being over-protective, She convinced herself. Absolutely not romantic feelings between us.
Spike whistled. "Catwoman has a date."
"Look okay?" Cordelia asked.
"Very nice," Spike approved, and Angel glared at Spike for looking at Cordelia.
"Can't even see the tail," Fred assured her.
"Cordy, you look beautiful," Gunn added.
"Very classic," Wesley told her.
"Wow, I should have demon freak outs more often. Everyone's willing to give me an ego boost!" Cordelia joked.
"So what time is he picking you up?" Gunn asked.
"In five minutes. I had to get ready here because Phantom Dennis was getting all weird. He spilled soda all over this other dress I was going to wear," Cordelia frowned.
"Maybe Dennis is jealous," Fred suggested.
"Dennis is dead, he's not romantically attatched to me," Cordelia insisted.
"I think you should have a talk with him," Angel said suddenly. "You never know, us dead people tend to get romantically attatched."
"I agree with the poof. Dead people can be romantically attatched," Spike voiced.
"Fine, I'll talk to Phantom Dennis," Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Oh! He's here!" She grinned. "Bye guys!" She said, going out to meet him.
* * *
"You look beautiful, very elegant," Evan said, kissing her on the cheek.
"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself," Cordelia complimented, and he did. He wore a nice suit, gray, with black shirt and silver tie.
"Thank you," Evan said, driving to the restaurant.
* * *
"What would you like miss?" The waitress asked Cordelia. Cordelia smiled at her, just glad that it wasn't the same restaurant she had had her demon freak out in.
Cordelia placed her order, and then watched Evan order. He's so perfect, so...normal Cordelia thought. The thought hurt. So did her tail, it was uncomfortable sitting on it.
"So, you work as a private eye?" Evan joked, flashing her a grin.
"Yeah, I'm a regular Nancy Drew," Cordelia laughed.
"What kind of cases do you get mostly?" Evan asked.
"Cases?" Cordelia looked blank. "Oh cases!" She laughed. "Oh um, you know, the usual kind," She took a sip of her wine.
"Oh, so like car theft, cheating husbands..." Evan inquired.
"Yes, those kinds," Cordelia nodded, taking in the wine. Close one.
"So you must get alot of excitement," Evan continued.
"Yep, never a boring day at the office. Well except the paper work. That's boring," Cordelia stated. "What is it you do?" She quickly changed the subject.
"I'm a lawyer," Evan replied.
"Really? What firm?" Cordelia asked quickly. Please don't say Wolfram and Hart, please don't say Wolfram and Hart...
"Wolfram and Hart," Evan replied.
Cordelia felt her stomach sink into the floor.
"Really?" She asked.
"Yeah, see it's kind of interesting. I had this old lawfirm, Stevens and Jacobson, but they shut down. I got a job with Wolfram and Hart, and I just started this week," Evan informed him.
Cordelia's head snapped up. "So you just started there?" He could STILL be good...
"Yeah, although, they're slightly strange...We've got this meeting next week, sort of an orientation. And I've seen strange looking people there...they're faces are really messed up. I think some kind of chemical case probably...dermatology stuff," He explained. "I'm not sure...but I'm probably just overreacting right? They said that anything that seemed weird would be explained at the orientation," He took a sip of his wine.
"I'm sorry, I'm probably boring you. I mean no one really listens after you say lawyer," He said.
"No, I find it really intriguing," Cordelia remarked. "I mean, law has always interested me," She stated.
"Really? That's so great!" He replied enthusiastically. "See my family never supported me on this, they wanted me to become a priest, or a doctor. I come from a very Catholic family, so a lawyer wasn't exactly their idea of a great career," Evan laughed. "They way they reacted, you'd think I'd turned into a demon!"
Cordelia forced a laugh, but from the sound of this conversation, Evan was *too* normal. "So are you big on your religion?" She asked.
"I'm very Catholic, I have to admit. It just gives me something to have faith in...I feel safe," He said seriously. "What about you?"
"Not really much of a believer, I mean the town I grew up in was sort of a hell you could say," Cordelia told him.
"Where'd you grow up?"
"Sunnydale," Cordelia replied.
"The Sunnydale?" Evan's eyes widened. "As in the place with all those freaky deaths and weird dissappearances?"
"The very one," Cordelia answered.
"So how'd you turn out so normal?" Evan joked.
"Miracles happen," Cordelia laughed, although she felt the urge to scream. This tail is killing me! Cordelia thought, shifting her weight. "So, where did you-" She was cut off by a vision.
***Herself walking along a dark street, and being attacked by three vampires. She staked one, but the other two broke her arm, and began drinking from her neck***
"Where did I what?" Evan asked.
"Huh?" Cordelia looked at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, I spaced for a moment. I was going to ask you where you grew up...what?" She asked, seeing Evan stare at her intently. He jumped up quickly.
"I have to go...I need to go to mass!" He excused himself, throwing bills on the table. Cordelia turned to see him go, and saw that her tail had come out from hiding.
"Great," She muttered, grabbing for the bottle of wine.
* * *
Two hours later, Cordelia stumbled along the street, drunker than she had ever been in her life. "Where am I going?" She asked herself outloud. She tripped, falling over the curb. She stood up, and began wandering down the street, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She spun, to see Lorne standing behind her.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded, although it was less intimidating when she hiccuped.
"Cordy, you knew you'd have to give up a normal life," Lorne reminded her.
Cordelia just looked at him, and then burst into tears. "I know, but I didn't think I'd have to give up love too! I mean isn't that what the powers are here for? To help the good? Isn't love a good thing?"
"Cordy, you don't have to give up love-"
"Yes I do!" Cordelia argued. "Because the last two times I met GREAT guys, and they got scared away by my demonness," She continued. "That narrows my list to those that are supernatural or know about it! Who am I going to find in this entire universe like that, who isn't evil?" She asked.
"You'll find him," Lorne promised. "I mean I felt the same way about this blue suit I had. I thought I'd never find a tie to match, but one day, low and behold it was there, grinning up at me from a JCPenney catalog!"
Cordelia had slumped against a car, passed out.
"This doesn't say good situation to me," Lorne muttered.
* * *
Lorne dropped Cordelia on the couch.
"Cordelia!" Angel immediately went to her side. "What happened to her?"
"Her date didn't go so well. She's a little drunk...well more like alot drunk," Lorne remarked. "I found her as I was walking back from Cariatas. The construction's coming along nicely actually," Lorne remarked.
"Should I take her home?" Fred asked.
"I think it would be best if you just left her here. If anything demon like happens," Gunn told them.
"Good idea," Fred complimented him.
"Thank you," Gunn grinned at her.
"Spike just called, he said that he'll be back in a few hours," Wesley told them from the office, carrying Conner.
"I'll put her to bed upstairs," Angel said, lifting her up.
* * *
Angel laid her gently on the bed, gently letting her go. He placed a blanket over her, and then sat next to her, stroking her hair. She sighed softly, and Angel let himself lay by her.
I won't go to sleep...I'll just stay like this for a little while... Angel promised, breathing in the scent of Cordelia's shampoo.
* * *
Email: angel_of_ice19@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cordelia deals with more (funny) consequences from becoming a demon, while Spike makes a visit to L.A. A/C
A/N: Please review or send any comments or flames to my email above :) Words inside * are what the characters are thinking, and ***( )*** is someone having a vision. Bear with me on the symbols, it doesn't let me do italics :) This takes place after Provider, Season 3 on Angel, and I guess Gone, Season 6 on Buffy.
A/N2: Thank you to everyone for reviewing!!! For those who haven't, plz R&R....or just Review.... hehe :)
Chapter Four: Catwoman and Nancy Drew
Cordelia was ready for her date, and Angel tried not to growl when she came down the stairs wearing THE shirt and skirt that HE had kissed her in.
Cordelia grinned at Angel. He's just being over-protective, She convinced herself. Absolutely not romantic feelings between us.
Spike whistled. "Catwoman has a date."
"Look okay?" Cordelia asked.
"Very nice," Spike approved, and Angel glared at Spike for looking at Cordelia.
"Can't even see the tail," Fred assured her.
"Cordy, you look beautiful," Gunn added.
"Very classic," Wesley told her.
"Wow, I should have demon freak outs more often. Everyone's willing to give me an ego boost!" Cordelia joked.
"So what time is he picking you up?" Gunn asked.
"In five minutes. I had to get ready here because Phantom Dennis was getting all weird. He spilled soda all over this other dress I was going to wear," Cordelia frowned.
"Maybe Dennis is jealous," Fred suggested.
"Dennis is dead, he's not romantically attatched to me," Cordelia insisted.
"I think you should have a talk with him," Angel said suddenly. "You never know, us dead people tend to get romantically attatched."
"I agree with the poof. Dead people can be romantically attatched," Spike voiced.
"Fine, I'll talk to Phantom Dennis," Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Oh! He's here!" She grinned. "Bye guys!" She said, going out to meet him.
* * *
"You look beautiful, very elegant," Evan said, kissing her on the cheek.
"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself," Cordelia complimented, and he did. He wore a nice suit, gray, with black shirt and silver tie.
"Thank you," Evan said, driving to the restaurant.
* * *
"What would you like miss?" The waitress asked Cordelia. Cordelia smiled at her, just glad that it wasn't the same restaurant she had had her demon freak out in.
Cordelia placed her order, and then watched Evan order. He's so perfect, so...normal Cordelia thought. The thought hurt. So did her tail, it was uncomfortable sitting on it.
"So, you work as a private eye?" Evan joked, flashing her a grin.
"Yeah, I'm a regular Nancy Drew," Cordelia laughed.
"What kind of cases do you get mostly?" Evan asked.
"Cases?" Cordelia looked blank. "Oh cases!" She laughed. "Oh um, you know, the usual kind," She took a sip of her wine.
"Oh, so like car theft, cheating husbands..." Evan inquired.
"Yes, those kinds," Cordelia nodded, taking in the wine. Close one.
"So you must get alot of excitement," Evan continued.
"Yep, never a boring day at the office. Well except the paper work. That's boring," Cordelia stated. "What is it you do?" She quickly changed the subject.
"I'm a lawyer," Evan replied.
"Really? What firm?" Cordelia asked quickly. Please don't say Wolfram and Hart, please don't say Wolfram and Hart...
"Wolfram and Hart," Evan replied.
Cordelia felt her stomach sink into the floor.
"Really?" She asked.
"Yeah, see it's kind of interesting. I had this old lawfirm, Stevens and Jacobson, but they shut down. I got a job with Wolfram and Hart, and I just started this week," Evan informed him.
Cordelia's head snapped up. "So you just started there?" He could STILL be good...
"Yeah, although, they're slightly strange...We've got this meeting next week, sort of an orientation. And I've seen strange looking people there...they're faces are really messed up. I think some kind of chemical case probably...dermatology stuff," He explained. "I'm not sure...but I'm probably just overreacting right? They said that anything that seemed weird would be explained at the orientation," He took a sip of his wine.
"I'm sorry, I'm probably boring you. I mean no one really listens after you say lawyer," He said.
"No, I find it really intriguing," Cordelia remarked. "I mean, law has always interested me," She stated.
"Really? That's so great!" He replied enthusiastically. "See my family never supported me on this, they wanted me to become a priest, or a doctor. I come from a very Catholic family, so a lawyer wasn't exactly their idea of a great career," Evan laughed. "They way they reacted, you'd think I'd turned into a demon!"
Cordelia forced a laugh, but from the sound of this conversation, Evan was *too* normal. "So are you big on your religion?" She asked.
"I'm very Catholic, I have to admit. It just gives me something to have faith in...I feel safe," He said seriously. "What about you?"
"Not really much of a believer, I mean the town I grew up in was sort of a hell you could say," Cordelia told him.
"Where'd you grow up?"
"Sunnydale," Cordelia replied.
"The Sunnydale?" Evan's eyes widened. "As in the place with all those freaky deaths and weird dissappearances?"
"The very one," Cordelia answered.
"So how'd you turn out so normal?" Evan joked.
"Miracles happen," Cordelia laughed, although she felt the urge to scream. This tail is killing me! Cordelia thought, shifting her weight. "So, where did you-" She was cut off by a vision.
***Herself walking along a dark street, and being attacked by three vampires. She staked one, but the other two broke her arm, and began drinking from her neck***
"Where did I what?" Evan asked.
"Huh?" Cordelia looked at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, I spaced for a moment. I was going to ask you where you grew up...what?" She asked, seeing Evan stare at her intently. He jumped up quickly.
"I have to go...I need to go to mass!" He excused himself, throwing bills on the table. Cordelia turned to see him go, and saw that her tail had come out from hiding.
"Great," She muttered, grabbing for the bottle of wine.
* * *
Two hours later, Cordelia stumbled along the street, drunker than she had ever been in her life. "Where am I going?" She asked herself outloud. She tripped, falling over the curb. She stood up, and began wandering down the street, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She spun, to see Lorne standing behind her.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded, although it was less intimidating when she hiccuped.
"Cordy, you knew you'd have to give up a normal life," Lorne reminded her.
Cordelia just looked at him, and then burst into tears. "I know, but I didn't think I'd have to give up love too! I mean isn't that what the powers are here for? To help the good? Isn't love a good thing?"
"Cordy, you don't have to give up love-"
"Yes I do!" Cordelia argued. "Because the last two times I met GREAT guys, and they got scared away by my demonness," She continued. "That narrows my list to those that are supernatural or know about it! Who am I going to find in this entire universe like that, who isn't evil?" She asked.
"You'll find him," Lorne promised. "I mean I felt the same way about this blue suit I had. I thought I'd never find a tie to match, but one day, low and behold it was there, grinning up at me from a JCPenney catalog!"
Cordelia had slumped against a car, passed out.
"This doesn't say good situation to me," Lorne muttered.
* * *
Lorne dropped Cordelia on the couch.
"Cordelia!" Angel immediately went to her side. "What happened to her?"
"Her date didn't go so well. She's a little drunk...well more like alot drunk," Lorne remarked. "I found her as I was walking back from Cariatas. The construction's coming along nicely actually," Lorne remarked.
"Should I take her home?" Fred asked.
"I think it would be best if you just left her here. If anything demon like happens," Gunn told them.
"Good idea," Fred complimented him.
"Thank you," Gunn grinned at her.
"Spike just called, he said that he'll be back in a few hours," Wesley told them from the office, carrying Conner.
"I'll put her to bed upstairs," Angel said, lifting her up.
* * *
Angel laid her gently on the bed, gently letting her go. He placed a blanket over her, and then sat next to her, stroking her hair. She sighed softly, and Angel let himself lay by her.
I won't go to sleep...I'll just stay like this for a little while... Angel promised, breathing in the scent of Cordelia's shampoo.
* * *