Disclaimer, Summary, ect.: MissKitieFantastico summed all that up in her
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Author's Notes: This is my first part of this story, so I'm gonna do my best. We aren't even sure where this is going, so please bear with us.
Title: An Irish Lullaby
Authors: MissKitieFantastico & Tigerwolf
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Chapter2
Disturbing Revelations
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"Angel?"
I felt her before she touched me. I think I even knew when her taxi drove up. Still, I keep my eyes closed. A futile attempt to delay the inevitable. Maybe she'll think I'm asleep and leave.
"Angel, wake up. What happened?"
I don't move, I don't even breathe. She'll leave. Everyone does. Even Connor left me. Oh God, Connor. Why?
"Angel, I know you're awake. Talk to me. What's going on? Where's Connor?"
That did it. I start shaking uncontrollably. "...gone..."
"Gone? Gone where, Angel?"
"...don't know...just gone..."
I can't hold back the tears any longer, I begin sobbing into the pillow.
"Shhh," Cordy says, rubbing my back gently. "It'll be alright. We'll find him, you'll see."
"No we won't," I say through a sob. "We can't. He's...he's...dead."
Cordy freezes. "...no...", she whispers.
I push myself into a sitting position and attempt to put my arms around her. She pulls away.
"How?"
I hang my head. "I wasn't fast enough. Holtz..."
"I'll kill him," Cordy says, her voice almost a growl.
"Holtz is dead too. There was a demon, a time shifter, he wanted Connor dead," I begin. "He opened a portal and Holtz jumped through. With Connor. I... I tried, Cordy. I couldn't stop him.." I broke down again.
"Come here," Cordy puts her arms around me and pulls me to her. Whatever strength that was keeping me upright failed and I fell into her lap, resting my head on her jeans. When I calmed somewhat, Cordy said, "How the Hell did Holtz get Connor?"
A fresh wave of anger washed over me and I vamped out. "Wesley," I growled. "He had been communicating with Holtz behind our backs. He took Connor on the pretense of him spending the night. Next thing I know, Holtz has him."
"Gunn said he was in the hospital," Cordy said, a dangerous edge in her voice. "How could he?"
Still in game face, I sobbed. My emotions were in too much turmoil to concentrate on controling my demon. Cordy rubbed the bumps on my forehead gently, she had discovered that I liked that a few weeks earlier. Before the ballet. Before..him. No. This is not the time for petty jealousy.
"I'm glad you're back," I said quietly. "I... I don't think I could do this alone."
She hugged me as best she could in the positions we were in. "You're never alone, Angel. I'm always here. In spirit, anyway."
I let out a low purr. Cordy's good at being comforting. That's why she is... was so good with Connor. I feel the tears start again and I nuzzle my face against her leg. I don't feel like talking anymore and she knows. I can tell she's trying to be strong, not to cry in front of me,( though, given our positions, 'on top of me' might be a better phrase). I want to tell her not to hold back, that she can do whatever she feels around me. But I'm getting sleepy. Her gentle touches are causing me to give in to the emotional and physical exhaustion that I feel. As I doze off, I feel her gently remove my head from her lap and place me back on the pillow. She continues to rub my back with one hand as she pulls a blanket over me with the other.
As I finally go to sleep, I hear her quietly leave the room. Maybe it was my tired mind playing tricks on me, but I thought I heard her say something as she left.
"I love you, Angel."
Author's Notes: This is my first part of this story, so I'm gonna do my best. We aren't even sure where this is going, so please bear with us.
Title: An Irish Lullaby
Authors: MissKitieFantastico & Tigerwolf
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Chapter2
Disturbing Revelations
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"Angel?"
I felt her before she touched me. I think I even knew when her taxi drove up. Still, I keep my eyes closed. A futile attempt to delay the inevitable. Maybe she'll think I'm asleep and leave.
"Angel, wake up. What happened?"
I don't move, I don't even breathe. She'll leave. Everyone does. Even Connor left me. Oh God, Connor. Why?
"Angel, I know you're awake. Talk to me. What's going on? Where's Connor?"
That did it. I start shaking uncontrollably. "...gone..."
"Gone? Gone where, Angel?"
"...don't know...just gone..."
I can't hold back the tears any longer, I begin sobbing into the pillow.
"Shhh," Cordy says, rubbing my back gently. "It'll be alright. We'll find him, you'll see."
"No we won't," I say through a sob. "We can't. He's...he's...dead."
Cordy freezes. "...no...", she whispers.
I push myself into a sitting position and attempt to put my arms around her. She pulls away.
"How?"
I hang my head. "I wasn't fast enough. Holtz..."
"I'll kill him," Cordy says, her voice almost a growl.
"Holtz is dead too. There was a demon, a time shifter, he wanted Connor dead," I begin. "He opened a portal and Holtz jumped through. With Connor. I... I tried, Cordy. I couldn't stop him.." I broke down again.
"Come here," Cordy puts her arms around me and pulls me to her. Whatever strength that was keeping me upright failed and I fell into her lap, resting my head on her jeans. When I calmed somewhat, Cordy said, "How the Hell did Holtz get Connor?"
A fresh wave of anger washed over me and I vamped out. "Wesley," I growled. "He had been communicating with Holtz behind our backs. He took Connor on the pretense of him spending the night. Next thing I know, Holtz has him."
"Gunn said he was in the hospital," Cordy said, a dangerous edge in her voice. "How could he?"
Still in game face, I sobbed. My emotions were in too much turmoil to concentrate on controling my demon. Cordy rubbed the bumps on my forehead gently, she had discovered that I liked that a few weeks earlier. Before the ballet. Before..him. No. This is not the time for petty jealousy.
"I'm glad you're back," I said quietly. "I... I don't think I could do this alone."
She hugged me as best she could in the positions we were in. "You're never alone, Angel. I'm always here. In spirit, anyway."
I let out a low purr. Cordy's good at being comforting. That's why she is... was so good with Connor. I feel the tears start again and I nuzzle my face against her leg. I don't feel like talking anymore and she knows. I can tell she's trying to be strong, not to cry in front of me,( though, given our positions, 'on top of me' might be a better phrase). I want to tell her not to hold back, that she can do whatever she feels around me. But I'm getting sleepy. Her gentle touches are causing me to give in to the emotional and physical exhaustion that I feel. As I doze off, I feel her gently remove my head from her lap and place me back on the pillow. She continues to rub my back with one hand as she pulls a blanket over me with the other.
As I finally go to sleep, I hear her quietly leave the room. Maybe it was my tired mind playing tricks on me, but I thought I heard her say something as she left.
"I love you, Angel."