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By now you may be wondering about the title. Rest assured, there will be a babyshower. It's entirely possible the baby will already have been born, but there you go.
Babyshowers at the Hellmouth
Chapter 9
by Adele Elisabeth
Cordy groaned and rubbed her eyes blearily as she awoke once more to the odd room where night and day...weren't.
Drusilla was curled up at the other end of the bed, still sleeping. She'd taken to staying with Cordy, as if afraid for her safety. She seemed convinced that something dreadful would happen if she weren't there to prevent it.
After standing, Cordy yawned her way over to the wardrobe and shrugged on a silk dressing gown that she'd taken a fancy to. After pushing through the gowns, she'd found the door to a stunningly lavish and utterly dreamy bathroom. The bath was almost a swimming pool, and she and Drusilla had shared bubble-baths, enjoying one anothers company. It was odd, but Cordy was lonely and had - against her better judgement - befriended the vampiress.
Of Darla, she saw nothing. Ever.
Drusilla stirred, and sat up. "Her Majesty is awake, she is." She exclaimed happily, standing. "Shall we find her a pretty dress to wear? And we can take tea and biscuits, and it shall be a proper tea party." She clapped her hands together with a brilliant smile.
"I think I'll just have a bath and go back to sleep, your Highness." Cordy yawned.
"I shall go and see to it, for her Majesty. Queens are above such things."
It seemed, at times, there were a lot of things in Drusilla's mind that queens were above. Just once she wished, just once, would Drusilla let her do -something- for herself.
It was a ritual, now, that they took their bath and washed each other's hair. It made it easier, and Cordy had seen no harm in sharing secrets - silly secrets, the sort of slumber-party style secrets - with Drusilla, making them friends. Drusilla had changed her mind about 'stepmummy' and now she was 'dear sister'. Cordy wondered absently why she'd never made a friend like this before.
"It's ready," Drusilla interrupted her thoughts. "All perfect. Grandmummy has shouted at me for befriending Daddy's queen. She called me wicked and dreadful and such awful names. Proper ladies shouldn't talk so, but I have long suspected her to be no lady at all." She nodded importantly as she unwound her long hair from it's elaborate style. Cordy was already slipping into the enormous tub. "She's wicked, she is. She stole away the queen. She told me her plan. I mustn't let it happen. Daddy and my precious boy would never forgive me, and I do so hate it when they're angry with me."
"You just do your best," Cordy told her as she disappeared behind the bubbles for a moment. "I'll talk to them. They always listen to me."
"They are wise to listen to their queen." Drusilla replied promptly, beaming at her. "Her vision shines."
Cordy wasn't quite sure what that meant, but it didn't seem to matter much in any case.
Angel stared incredulously at Niamh. "You want to what?"
"Reform Drusilla." She repeated calmly.
"That's insane." He snapped.
"Been through that already, poof." Spike put in. "She's determined."
"Look, Angel, you know Drusilla better than any of us. Do you think she could be reformed?" Niamh's eyes pleaded with him.
There was a long silence as the ex-vampire struggled with the question. Finally, "Damn it, yes. She could."
"There you go." She told him triumphantly. "If you say she can, then I -have- to try. Who knows, maybe Cordy's trying already."
Niamh couldn't know how true that was.
"-How- are we going to get her back? We don't know where in the hell she is, Giles." Angel paced. "She's not just my wife, she's my seer. She's the one who tells us where to go and when. Then we go kill things and come back to be patched up."
Giles sighed, rubbing his temples. Buffy had been in briefly, then left to patrol. Spike and Niamh were patrolling too, but not with Buffy, at Niamh's request. Buffy's snide remark about 'private time' had been met with cold glares. Now was not the time for petty comments like that.
"I don't know, Angel." He admitted. "We'll find her, though. We will."
"We have to."
By now you may be wondering about the title. Rest assured, there will be a babyshower. It's entirely possible the baby will already have been born, but there you go.
Babyshowers at the Hellmouth
Chapter 9
by Adele Elisabeth
Cordy groaned and rubbed her eyes blearily as she awoke once more to the odd room where night and day...weren't.
Drusilla was curled up at the other end of the bed, still sleeping. She'd taken to staying with Cordy, as if afraid for her safety. She seemed convinced that something dreadful would happen if she weren't there to prevent it.
After standing, Cordy yawned her way over to the wardrobe and shrugged on a silk dressing gown that she'd taken a fancy to. After pushing through the gowns, she'd found the door to a stunningly lavish and utterly dreamy bathroom. The bath was almost a swimming pool, and she and Drusilla had shared bubble-baths, enjoying one anothers company. It was odd, but Cordy was lonely and had - against her better judgement - befriended the vampiress.
Of Darla, she saw nothing. Ever.
Drusilla stirred, and sat up. "Her Majesty is awake, she is." She exclaimed happily, standing. "Shall we find her a pretty dress to wear? And we can take tea and biscuits, and it shall be a proper tea party." She clapped her hands together with a brilliant smile.
"I think I'll just have a bath and go back to sleep, your Highness." Cordy yawned.
"I shall go and see to it, for her Majesty. Queens are above such things."
It seemed, at times, there were a lot of things in Drusilla's mind that queens were above. Just once she wished, just once, would Drusilla let her do -something- for herself.
It was a ritual, now, that they took their bath and washed each other's hair. It made it easier, and Cordy had seen no harm in sharing secrets - silly secrets, the sort of slumber-party style secrets - with Drusilla, making them friends. Drusilla had changed her mind about 'stepmummy' and now she was 'dear sister'. Cordy wondered absently why she'd never made a friend like this before.
"It's ready," Drusilla interrupted her thoughts. "All perfect. Grandmummy has shouted at me for befriending Daddy's queen. She called me wicked and dreadful and such awful names. Proper ladies shouldn't talk so, but I have long suspected her to be no lady at all." She nodded importantly as she unwound her long hair from it's elaborate style. Cordy was already slipping into the enormous tub. "She's wicked, she is. She stole away the queen. She told me her plan. I mustn't let it happen. Daddy and my precious boy would never forgive me, and I do so hate it when they're angry with me."
"You just do your best," Cordy told her as she disappeared behind the bubbles for a moment. "I'll talk to them. They always listen to me."
"They are wise to listen to their queen." Drusilla replied promptly, beaming at her. "Her vision shines."
Cordy wasn't quite sure what that meant, but it didn't seem to matter much in any case.
Angel stared incredulously at Niamh. "You want to what?"
"Reform Drusilla." She repeated calmly.
"That's insane." He snapped.
"Been through that already, poof." Spike put in. "She's determined."
"Look, Angel, you know Drusilla better than any of us. Do you think she could be reformed?" Niamh's eyes pleaded with him.
There was a long silence as the ex-vampire struggled with the question. Finally, "Damn it, yes. She could."
"There you go." She told him triumphantly. "If you say she can, then I -have- to try. Who knows, maybe Cordy's trying already."
Niamh couldn't know how true that was.
"-How- are we going to get her back? We don't know where in the hell she is, Giles." Angel paced. "She's not just my wife, she's my seer. She's the one who tells us where to go and when. Then we go kill things and come back to be patched up."
Giles sighed, rubbing his temples. Buffy had been in briefly, then left to patrol. Spike and Niamh were patrolling too, but not with Buffy, at Niamh's request. Buffy's snide remark about 'private time' had been met with cold glares. Now was not the time for petty comments like that.
"I don't know, Angel." He admitted. "We'll find her, though. We will."
"We have to."