Disclaimer: They ain't mine but the plot is so nah nah
Summary: Cordelias visions take on a mind of their own and start coming true...(you'll get what i mean)...but when your dreams come true, fate can deal a mixed hand.
Deadicated: This is for Lizzy who asked me to write her a short fic but i got carried away and wrote an epic. Her reviews have been staggering...thanks
Timeline: Conner ain't around and Wesley ain't be playing the Judas.
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Chapter 1 -'Those Peasky Kids…'
Cordelia paced up and down the hotel lobby. It wasn't fair. They all had a nice life set up here, a family together and for the first time since Angels little A.W.O.L experience they were actually working as a team. She watched as their visitors stared around the hotel, unable to believe that Angel owned all of this. The Scooby gang had arrived in full force as soon as News had reached them in good old Sunnydale. She hadn't asked for their help, she didn't call them, Wesley had. What right did he have? While he was recovering from his gun shot wound he had left her in charge that meant that she made all the decisions around here. She watched as Buffy stood in the middle of the lobby with her eyes looking upward through the stain-glass roof that had just been repaired after their latest 'drop-in'.
"You must be Gunn right?" Xander asked stretching out his hand. "How did you become messed up in Vampires and the things that go bump in the dark?" Xander asked, slumping into one of the huge couches that now lined the lobby.
"My sister was a Vamp and then my man Angel here needed some help now and again and I just happened to end up here as a permanent fixture. What about you. I've heard you're the only one without any power."
Xander sat up and tried to form a retort but slowly lowered his body back into the couch only to spring back up again. "So what are you then? Some mystical wizard?" Xander muttered in sarcasm.
"I'm the muscle which is more than can be said for you dude." Gunn looked him up and down and sniggered.
He received a warning growl from Angel and looked away sheepishly.
"Where's Wesley?" Willow asked, still holding Tara's shaking hand, looking around the hotel.
Angel looked guiltily to the ground and shifted his eyes towards Gunn. Gunn looked at Wesleys empty desk and sighed. "English is in hospital." He heard a gasp from Willow and Buffy looked away almost ashamed. "He was shot a week ago. Hurt real bad but he'll be fine. Lots of rest in a private room thanks to Angels non-needed health care plan."
So Angel is the Do-Gooder and Gunn is the muscle. We all know that Wesley is the brains that only leaves Cordelia. So, Cordy, what do you do around here?" Buffy asked looking in her direction but not directly at her. A smirk formed across her face as she realised she hit a raw nerve.
All the LA figures stiffened and looked at Cordelia. Nobody had told the Scooby Gang because it has been decided that it wasn't in their best interest to know. Cordelia had know what Buffy would say. 'Oh Cordelia is just fishing for attention again.' 'Cordelia is just acting the rich brat again Angel, she never changes.'
"Oh I drum up the business around here." Cordelia simply answered. "Oh yeah and answer the phones, file the cases away, type the business letters, do the accounts. You know.."
"So you're the office girl then Cordelia." Buffy bit back.
Cordelia turned and looked at Buffy. "What ever you want to think Buffy." She began to walk away and just before she reached the marble staircase her hands flew to her head.
Angel sensed it and was immediately by her side catching in her in his arms. He tried to control her spasms as she writhed in his strong arms. Slowly she opened her eyes and found only deep brown ones staring back at her..
"What was that?" Xander exclaimed behind her.
"That was a v…" Gunn tried to tell the group.
"Gunn don't. It was a fit. I have them sometimes. They only started about a year after I came to LA." Cordelia lied. She scribbled on the notepad Angel had handed her and swallowed the pills that Gunn gave her. They never solved the pain but she like to feel at least something could make her feel better. "It won't happen until the Full Moon tomorrow at the corner of Stanton and 3rd. Get Gunn on it. I could smell herbs being burnt and a chants. I think it is to do with the Big Bad that is coming." Cordelia whispered close to his ear then quickly pulling away at the close proximity of their bodies.
Buffy stood by in the wings and frowned at the scene in front of her. The way Angel and Gunn were surrounding her. Angel running for paper and Gunn for pills. Since when had Cordelia been epileptic? She didn't like the way Angel had turned in Cordelias direction a few seconds before Cordelia fell. Almost like he could sense it the way he used to sense her. Now there they were, even Willow, Tara, Xander and Giles were hovering over her. Definitely the same old Queen C from Sunnydale. Her avenue of thinking was broken as Angel lifted Cordelia into his arms, after one failed attempt by Cordelia to stand, and started to carry her up the stairs. Gunn was now in one of the rooms off Wesleys office, rummaging around. A timid looking girl had appeared at the top of the stairs, Fred, Buffy assumed and after Angel whispering a few words to her had scurried off after Gunn. The Scooby Gang were just left in the lobby, milling around like spare parts. Buffy didn't like the feeling. For the first time she felt out of place and like she didn't belong. She always belonged with Angel she reminded herself but even that was wearing thin on the ground.
Angel lay Cordelia carefully on his bed and covered her slightly with the covers. He wiped away trickle of blood that had can from her nose, yet another sign that the visions were doing her no good. He cursed the Powers for giving an innocent the pain that should have been his. Cordelia rolled over, having fell asleep in his arms as they went to his room and let out a moan. He listened careful to her dreamy muttering.
"A boy Angel, It's a boy."
Angel staggered back confused by what Cordelia had meant. She stirred slightly again, smiling this time one of her Oscar winning smiles while a single tear rolled down her cheek. Angel quickly left the room before he disturbed her anymore.
Summary: Cordelias visions take on a mind of their own and start coming true...(you'll get what i mean)...but when your dreams come true, fate can deal a mixed hand.
Deadicated: This is for Lizzy who asked me to write her a short fic but i got carried away and wrote an epic. Her reviews have been staggering...thanks
Timeline: Conner ain't around and Wesley ain't be playing the Judas.
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Chapter 1 -'Those Peasky Kids…'
Cordelia paced up and down the hotel lobby. It wasn't fair. They all had a nice life set up here, a family together and for the first time since Angels little A.W.O.L experience they were actually working as a team. She watched as their visitors stared around the hotel, unable to believe that Angel owned all of this. The Scooby gang had arrived in full force as soon as News had reached them in good old Sunnydale. She hadn't asked for their help, she didn't call them, Wesley had. What right did he have? While he was recovering from his gun shot wound he had left her in charge that meant that she made all the decisions around here. She watched as Buffy stood in the middle of the lobby with her eyes looking upward through the stain-glass roof that had just been repaired after their latest 'drop-in'.
"You must be Gunn right?" Xander asked stretching out his hand. "How did you become messed up in Vampires and the things that go bump in the dark?" Xander asked, slumping into one of the huge couches that now lined the lobby.
"My sister was a Vamp and then my man Angel here needed some help now and again and I just happened to end up here as a permanent fixture. What about you. I've heard you're the only one without any power."
Xander sat up and tried to form a retort but slowly lowered his body back into the couch only to spring back up again. "So what are you then? Some mystical wizard?" Xander muttered in sarcasm.
"I'm the muscle which is more than can be said for you dude." Gunn looked him up and down and sniggered.
He received a warning growl from Angel and looked away sheepishly.
"Where's Wesley?" Willow asked, still holding Tara's shaking hand, looking around the hotel.
Angel looked guiltily to the ground and shifted his eyes towards Gunn. Gunn looked at Wesleys empty desk and sighed. "English is in hospital." He heard a gasp from Willow and Buffy looked away almost ashamed. "He was shot a week ago. Hurt real bad but he'll be fine. Lots of rest in a private room thanks to Angels non-needed health care plan."
So Angel is the Do-Gooder and Gunn is the muscle. We all know that Wesley is the brains that only leaves Cordelia. So, Cordy, what do you do around here?" Buffy asked looking in her direction but not directly at her. A smirk formed across her face as she realised she hit a raw nerve.
All the LA figures stiffened and looked at Cordelia. Nobody had told the Scooby Gang because it has been decided that it wasn't in their best interest to know. Cordelia had know what Buffy would say. 'Oh Cordelia is just fishing for attention again.' 'Cordelia is just acting the rich brat again Angel, she never changes.'
"Oh I drum up the business around here." Cordelia simply answered. "Oh yeah and answer the phones, file the cases away, type the business letters, do the accounts. You know.."
"So you're the office girl then Cordelia." Buffy bit back.
Cordelia turned and looked at Buffy. "What ever you want to think Buffy." She began to walk away and just before she reached the marble staircase her hands flew to her head.
Angel sensed it and was immediately by her side catching in her in his arms. He tried to control her spasms as she writhed in his strong arms. Slowly she opened her eyes and found only deep brown ones staring back at her..
"What was that?" Xander exclaimed behind her.
"That was a v…" Gunn tried to tell the group.
"Gunn don't. It was a fit. I have them sometimes. They only started about a year after I came to LA." Cordelia lied. She scribbled on the notepad Angel had handed her and swallowed the pills that Gunn gave her. They never solved the pain but she like to feel at least something could make her feel better. "It won't happen until the Full Moon tomorrow at the corner of Stanton and 3rd. Get Gunn on it. I could smell herbs being burnt and a chants. I think it is to do with the Big Bad that is coming." Cordelia whispered close to his ear then quickly pulling away at the close proximity of their bodies.
Buffy stood by in the wings and frowned at the scene in front of her. The way Angel and Gunn were surrounding her. Angel running for paper and Gunn for pills. Since when had Cordelia been epileptic? She didn't like the way Angel had turned in Cordelias direction a few seconds before Cordelia fell. Almost like he could sense it the way he used to sense her. Now there they were, even Willow, Tara, Xander and Giles were hovering over her. Definitely the same old Queen C from Sunnydale. Her avenue of thinking was broken as Angel lifted Cordelia into his arms, after one failed attempt by Cordelia to stand, and started to carry her up the stairs. Gunn was now in one of the rooms off Wesleys office, rummaging around. A timid looking girl had appeared at the top of the stairs, Fred, Buffy assumed and after Angel whispering a few words to her had scurried off after Gunn. The Scooby Gang were just left in the lobby, milling around like spare parts. Buffy didn't like the feeling. For the first time she felt out of place and like she didn't belong. She always belonged with Angel she reminded herself but even that was wearing thin on the ground.
Angel lay Cordelia carefully on his bed and covered her slightly with the covers. He wiped away trickle of blood that had can from her nose, yet another sign that the visions were doing her no good. He cursed the Powers for giving an innocent the pain that should have been his. Cordelia rolled over, having fell asleep in his arms as they went to his room and let out a moan. He listened careful to her dreamy muttering.
"A boy Angel, It's a boy."
Angel staggered back confused by what Cordelia had meant. She stirred slightly again, smiling this time one of her Oscar winning smiles while a single tear rolled down her cheek. Angel quickly left the room before he disturbed her anymore.