Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns BtVS and Ats
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 :)
A/N3: For those of you who saw Angel last night, Waiting in the Wings............Is anyone else REALLY ready to kill Gru??? Just as Angel was about to make his move.......well just to let you all know, Gru is NOT going to be in my story!!!! Please continue :)
Chapter Five: Road Trip
"What the bloody hell is the poof doing sleeping in on a saturday morning?" Spike asked.
"Maybe he's just tired with staying up and feeding Conner so often," Fred shrugged.
"Vampires don't need sleep that much though," Spike frowned. "Well I'm going to go see what Peaches is up to!" He leaped off the counter, heading up the stairs when Lorne came down, blocking his way.
"Cookie, let's go get some breakfast first," Lorne suggested.
Spike stared at the host in amazement. "You just called me cookie," He said, stunned.
"I know," Lorne said.
"But you called me cookie," Spike insisted, still shocked. "Everyone who ever called me that before I ate them."
"Let's learn from our past and not repeat mistakes," Lorne patted him on the back, leading him to the kitchen.
* * *
Cordelia moaned, her head hurt. "Swear t' God never drinkin again," She mumbled, trying to open her eyes. She managed to, and then quickly shut them. Too bright.
Someone beside her sighed softly, she felt an arm holding her by her waist. Oh God...what did I do last night? Cordelia thought frantically.
She rolled over softly, and came face to face with Angel.
I had sex with Angel, oh god, I had sex with Angel...I don't remember sex with Angel...How drunk *was* I?
"Cordy?" Angel asked, noticing the sudden movement in the bed. He sat up with a start. "I can't believe I fell asleep!"
"We...did we..." Cordelia was motioning at herself, then Angel, then the bed. "Did we...have sex?" She asked.
"Huh?" Angel looked confused. "No! No, we didn't. See...both of us have clothes, and I didn't...I was just watching over you, I must have fallen asleep," explained.
"Okay, cause, phew!" Cordelia tried to laugh, but her head hurt too much. "I mean I wouldn't want to wake up next to evil Angel," She stated.
"Yeah," Angel agreed.
"I better head home, I think there's a ghost and a loofah with my name on it," Cordelia muttered. "Or something making me seem like less of a loser."
Cordelia headed out, while Angel seemed at a loss for words.
* * *
When Angel came down the stairs, Fred, Wesley, and Gunn quickly found other things to do.
"Pastries," Lorne said, guiding him to Wesley's office. "We have to have a little chat."
"Don't call me pastries," Angel replied on reflex.
"Sure thing handsome," Lorne agreed, as Angel sat down. "Look, I've picked up a slight vibe from you," Lorne began.
"I wasn't vibing," Angel protested.
"You were, and you did, last night. I couldn't sleep because of all the emotion coming from your room!" Lorne informed him. "I mean come on, THAT was love-"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Angel lied.
"Come on, you and Cordelia, last night...I didn't hear anything but I imagine there was some hot-loving baby that evening!" Lorne insisted.
"Lorne, Cordelia and I fell asleep in my bed, nothing happened," Angel informed him.
"You mean all those emotions were just from sleeping together?" Lorne remarked, sitting down. "Whoa."
* * *
Cordelia sat in her baggy pajama pants, with a glass of water in one hand, and pills in the other.
"Phantom Dennis, make sure I NEVER drink again," Cordelia moaned.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Whoever it is I'm dead," Cordelia called.
"Well I'm going to be a bloody crisp if you don't let me in!" A pissed Spike yelled from the other side.
The door opened. "Come in," Cordelia said weakly.
"Thank you," Spike muttered, throwing his smoking blanket to the side.
"Not to sound like a bitch, but what are you doing here?" Cordelia asked.
"Came to take care of you love. Brought you some stuff, Slayer would use it when she forgot that she can't hold her liquor," Spike held up a bag.
"A barf bag?" Cordelia asked.
"No," Spike rolled his eyes, pulling out different bottles. "This, will make a relaxing tea. This, you take before you go to bed, and this," He said, holding up a third bottle, "you put on your temples. It'll help the pain."
Cordelia stared at him. "Thank you," She finally said. "I mean for all the hangover remedy stuff."
"No problem pet."
* * *
Spike made her tea, and she drank it, grinning at him.
She put the oil on her temples, and felt almost instant relief.
"I didn't just come to bring you the medicine," Spike confessed. "I came because the poof-Angel, is in love with you," He told her.
Cordelia spit out her tea. "Huh?" She asked.
"Don't tell me you don't bloody see it. He loves you, you can tell by the way he looks at you when you enter a room, or the way that everytime your near him, he has to keep his hands busy to keep from reaching out and brushing your hair.
"I had the same thing with the Slayer. Everytime I saw that hair, those eyes...you almost have to run away to keep from crying. I spent decades with the poof, when he was Angelus, when he was Angel. And never once, did he look at Dru or Darla, the way he's been looking at you."
Cordelia stared into Spike's blue eyes.
"Spike...I-"
"Don't give excuses to it, just go to him, be with him. I didn't risk my flammable self just to tell you he loved you, so you can throw it back in his face," Spike stated.
"Buffy did that to you?" Cordelia asked.
Spike gave her a famous grin, "I'm Love's Bitch, that's not an easy part to play."
Cordelia took a drink of her tea. "She doesn't deserve you then." She smiled at him.
"Thanks pet, but I love her all the same. So Catwoman, care to tell me how you feel about Peaches?"
"You and your bloody nicknames," Cordelia rolled her eyes. "I think I'll tell him..."
"Alright, got Nibblet's car out front, let's go," Spike got up, while Cordelia stared at him. "What?"
"I can't...not yet," She told him. "It's...too soon, I have to..."
"Have to what?" Spike asked.
"Figure out how I feel," Cordelia replied. "I have all these emotions in me and I don't even know which belong to who. I just need...a break, from having to think," Cordelia realized.
"Well why didn't you say something sooner?" Spike shut the door, and headed to her bedroom instead.
"What are you doing?" Cordelia asked him. "In my room of all the rooms?"
"Packing," Spike told her. He held up a thong. "He might like you in this love," He said, and then dissappeared.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cordelia asked, getting up and walking to her room. "If you want to borrow my clothes you can at least ask first!"
"You want time away, then you can come with me to Sunnydale. I have to drive down Dawn's car, you can come with me. Stay for a few days," Spike suggested.
"I can't just leave my job, I'm the seer! I have to you know, see and be here to tell people what I see," She protested.
Spike stared at her. "Poof's got a phone, you do know how to use one right?"
"I could always call him, I mean I deserve a little time off," Cordelia grinned. "Alright, road trip it is then!"
"Thatta girl!" Spike said, as Cordelia went to get her toiletries.
* * *
Gunn hung up the phone. Angel is NOT going to like this...
"So, any messages?" Angel asked.
"None that won't send you to hell in a fury," Gunn replied.
"Translate?" Angel asked Lorne.
"I'm not telling you this one," Lorne waved to Gunn. "He heard it last, his job."
"I'll remember this next time you want me to tell you what happened on Days of our Lives," Gunn swore. "Angel...how do I say this without pissing you off?" Gunn wondered. "No, better yet, how do I say this without risking bodily harm to myself...Okay!" Gunn grabbed a pen and a pencil, and quickly scribbled a note, throwing it in a drawer, and then running outside.
Angel quickly found the note, and read it.
Spike and Cordelia left on a road trip to Sunnydale, Cordelia said she'd be back in a few days and would call if she needed anything.
P.S. Lorne ate the last of the baby food.
"I don't know why you guys think this would upset me," Angel laughed. "I mean, it doesn't *bother* me that Cordelia ran off with Spike, to Sunnydale, which isn't in L.A. It doesn't *get* to me that she didn't even tell me herself, or think about if there was a case that needed solving. No! Doesn't *anger* me one bit!"
"Um, Angel, you just made a hole in the wall," Fred told him.
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 :)
A/N3: For those of you who saw Angel last night, Waiting in the Wings............Is anyone else REALLY ready to kill Gru??? Just as Angel was about to make his move.......well just to let you all know, Gru is NOT going to be in my story!!!! Please continue :)
Chapter Five: Road Trip
"What the bloody hell is the poof doing sleeping in on a saturday morning?" Spike asked.
"Maybe he's just tired with staying up and feeding Conner so often," Fred shrugged.
"Vampires don't need sleep that much though," Spike frowned. "Well I'm going to go see what Peaches is up to!" He leaped off the counter, heading up the stairs when Lorne came down, blocking his way.
"Cookie, let's go get some breakfast first," Lorne suggested.
Spike stared at the host in amazement. "You just called me cookie," He said, stunned.
"I know," Lorne said.
"But you called me cookie," Spike insisted, still shocked. "Everyone who ever called me that before I ate them."
"Let's learn from our past and not repeat mistakes," Lorne patted him on the back, leading him to the kitchen.
* * *
Cordelia moaned, her head hurt. "Swear t' God never drinkin again," She mumbled, trying to open her eyes. She managed to, and then quickly shut them. Too bright.
Someone beside her sighed softly, she felt an arm holding her by her waist. Oh God...what did I do last night? Cordelia thought frantically.
She rolled over softly, and came face to face with Angel.
I had sex with Angel, oh god, I had sex with Angel...I don't remember sex with Angel...How drunk *was* I?
"Cordy?" Angel asked, noticing the sudden movement in the bed. He sat up with a start. "I can't believe I fell asleep!"
"We...did we..." Cordelia was motioning at herself, then Angel, then the bed. "Did we...have sex?" She asked.
"Huh?" Angel looked confused. "No! No, we didn't. See...both of us have clothes, and I didn't...I was just watching over you, I must have fallen asleep," explained.
"Okay, cause, phew!" Cordelia tried to laugh, but her head hurt too much. "I mean I wouldn't want to wake up next to evil Angel," She stated.
"Yeah," Angel agreed.
"I better head home, I think there's a ghost and a loofah with my name on it," Cordelia muttered. "Or something making me seem like less of a loser."
Cordelia headed out, while Angel seemed at a loss for words.
* * *
When Angel came down the stairs, Fred, Wesley, and Gunn quickly found other things to do.
"Pastries," Lorne said, guiding him to Wesley's office. "We have to have a little chat."
"Don't call me pastries," Angel replied on reflex.
"Sure thing handsome," Lorne agreed, as Angel sat down. "Look, I've picked up a slight vibe from you," Lorne began.
"I wasn't vibing," Angel protested.
"You were, and you did, last night. I couldn't sleep because of all the emotion coming from your room!" Lorne informed him. "I mean come on, THAT was love-"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Angel lied.
"Come on, you and Cordelia, last night...I didn't hear anything but I imagine there was some hot-loving baby that evening!" Lorne insisted.
"Lorne, Cordelia and I fell asleep in my bed, nothing happened," Angel informed him.
"You mean all those emotions were just from sleeping together?" Lorne remarked, sitting down. "Whoa."
* * *
Cordelia sat in her baggy pajama pants, with a glass of water in one hand, and pills in the other.
"Phantom Dennis, make sure I NEVER drink again," Cordelia moaned.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Whoever it is I'm dead," Cordelia called.
"Well I'm going to be a bloody crisp if you don't let me in!" A pissed Spike yelled from the other side.
The door opened. "Come in," Cordelia said weakly.
"Thank you," Spike muttered, throwing his smoking blanket to the side.
"Not to sound like a bitch, but what are you doing here?" Cordelia asked.
"Came to take care of you love. Brought you some stuff, Slayer would use it when she forgot that she can't hold her liquor," Spike held up a bag.
"A barf bag?" Cordelia asked.
"No," Spike rolled his eyes, pulling out different bottles. "This, will make a relaxing tea. This, you take before you go to bed, and this," He said, holding up a third bottle, "you put on your temples. It'll help the pain."
Cordelia stared at him. "Thank you," She finally said. "I mean for all the hangover remedy stuff."
"No problem pet."
* * *
Spike made her tea, and she drank it, grinning at him.
She put the oil on her temples, and felt almost instant relief.
"I didn't just come to bring you the medicine," Spike confessed. "I came because the poof-Angel, is in love with you," He told her.
Cordelia spit out her tea. "Huh?" She asked.
"Don't tell me you don't bloody see it. He loves you, you can tell by the way he looks at you when you enter a room, or the way that everytime your near him, he has to keep his hands busy to keep from reaching out and brushing your hair.
"I had the same thing with the Slayer. Everytime I saw that hair, those eyes...you almost have to run away to keep from crying. I spent decades with the poof, when he was Angelus, when he was Angel. And never once, did he look at Dru or Darla, the way he's been looking at you."
Cordelia stared into Spike's blue eyes.
"Spike...I-"
"Don't give excuses to it, just go to him, be with him. I didn't risk my flammable self just to tell you he loved you, so you can throw it back in his face," Spike stated.
"Buffy did that to you?" Cordelia asked.
Spike gave her a famous grin, "I'm Love's Bitch, that's not an easy part to play."
Cordelia took a drink of her tea. "She doesn't deserve you then." She smiled at him.
"Thanks pet, but I love her all the same. So Catwoman, care to tell me how you feel about Peaches?"
"You and your bloody nicknames," Cordelia rolled her eyes. "I think I'll tell him..."
"Alright, got Nibblet's car out front, let's go," Spike got up, while Cordelia stared at him. "What?"
"I can't...not yet," She told him. "It's...too soon, I have to..."
"Have to what?" Spike asked.
"Figure out how I feel," Cordelia replied. "I have all these emotions in me and I don't even know which belong to who. I just need...a break, from having to think," Cordelia realized.
"Well why didn't you say something sooner?" Spike shut the door, and headed to her bedroom instead.
"What are you doing?" Cordelia asked him. "In my room of all the rooms?"
"Packing," Spike told her. He held up a thong. "He might like you in this love," He said, and then dissappeared.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cordelia asked, getting up and walking to her room. "If you want to borrow my clothes you can at least ask first!"
"You want time away, then you can come with me to Sunnydale. I have to drive down Dawn's car, you can come with me. Stay for a few days," Spike suggested.
"I can't just leave my job, I'm the seer! I have to you know, see and be here to tell people what I see," She protested.
Spike stared at her. "Poof's got a phone, you do know how to use one right?"
"I could always call him, I mean I deserve a little time off," Cordelia grinned. "Alright, road trip it is then!"
"Thatta girl!" Spike said, as Cordelia went to get her toiletries.
* * *
Gunn hung up the phone. Angel is NOT going to like this...
"So, any messages?" Angel asked.
"None that won't send you to hell in a fury," Gunn replied.
"Translate?" Angel asked Lorne.
"I'm not telling you this one," Lorne waved to Gunn. "He heard it last, his job."
"I'll remember this next time you want me to tell you what happened on Days of our Lives," Gunn swore. "Angel...how do I say this without pissing you off?" Gunn wondered. "No, better yet, how do I say this without risking bodily harm to myself...Okay!" Gunn grabbed a pen and a pencil, and quickly scribbled a note, throwing it in a drawer, and then running outside.
Angel quickly found the note, and read it.
Spike and Cordelia left on a road trip to Sunnydale, Cordelia said she'd be back in a few days and would call if she needed anything.
P.S. Lorne ate the last of the baby food.
"I don't know why you guys think this would upset me," Angel laughed. "I mean, it doesn't *bother* me that Cordelia ran off with Spike, to Sunnydale, which isn't in L.A. It doesn't *get* to me that she didn't even tell me herself, or think about if there was a case that needed solving. No! Doesn't *anger* me one bit!"
"Um, Angel, you just made a hole in the wall," Fred told him.