Author: Hana / cordychase
Email: cordeliachase@slayme.com mailto:cordeliachase@slayme.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them - Joss & co. do, the lucky devils
Title: Chapter 10: See Me
Author's Notes: I knwo that it has taken me so long to post this chapter
that some of you mayhave even forgotten the whole story by now, so i
apologize for that but the problem was that my connection broke down so i
coudn't even check my mail for ages (and do i mean AGES!) But here it is,
finally and i've got 1 more to go after so please, plase R&R, k?
Summary: Angel turns human but still stays away from Buffy. 2 Years later
they meet up again.
"Is he up, yet?" she asked Wesley when he walked through the door. "Cordelia you have asked me that ten times during the past half hour and each time I have given you the same answer - " "I know, I know, 'he's not up yet.'" she interupted. "This time it's a different answer." Cordelia looked hopeful. "He's in the shower." "Aargh!" Cordelia screamed. "It's okay, Cordy. I'm sure everything is fine." "How can you know that?" "I don't know that." "See!" "But," Wesley continued, ignoring her, "I do know that whatever happens Angel would have made the right descison." "Okay, I grant you that in the time of crisis, for example when fighting demons Angel manages to keep a level head and gets through everything. But it is totally another story for his love life or rather his prior lack of it." Wesley considered this for a moment. "You know you do have a point there." Cordelia merely nodded. A few seconds later she stood up and said "I'm going to the kitchen." "Hungry?" Wesley asked. "There's some ice cream in the freezer if you want it." "Ice Cream? And get all spotty and fat? I think not. I am going for a glass no water. No calories whatsoever." Wesley chuckled at her remark.
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"Flight 116 to Paris now boarding," Buffy heard the loudspeakers say. But she wasn't really listening. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay, to be with Angel. That was why she had called him last week when she found out he was leaving but he never called back. At first she told herself that maybe he hadn't got the message, that he wanted her to stay too but he didn't know she was going in the first place. But then she decided to face reality. He didn't want to be with her. He just wanted to be her..........friend. She really hated that word.
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"I wish he would hurry up and get here," said Cordelia as they enetered the kitchen together. "Well, he has been busy this whole week. We had that client that needed us to find his son and then - " "I know, I know you guys had all those cases straight after Angel and Buffy getting rid of that demon.Plus I wasn't here to ask him myself anyway." "Did you know the phone was disconnected?" asked Wesley picking up the wire. "No. Maybe one of you stepped on it accidentally." Wesley casually shrugged and plugged it back in.
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Buffy's father got up from his seat and put his bag around his shoulder. Buffy made no sign of moving. "Coming, honey?" She glanced up at his expectant face and forced a nod. "Yeah. There's just a call I have to make first. I'll be there in a sec." "Okay." He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "See you on the plane." "Yep." Buffy whispered to his retreating figure. And then she headed to the nearest callbox.
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Cordelia and Wesley were back in the hall when the phone began to ring. Wesley was about to get it when Cordy stopped him. "It'll go to the answering machine," she explained. "If it's important we can take the phone." Wesley was about to protest when they heard Angel's footsteps just over the ringing sound of the phone. "Well, look Wesley, sleeping beauty is finally here." Cordelia said when he came down. From the otherside of the room her voice sang, saying, "Hello. This is Angel Investigations. We help the helpless. We can't come to the phone right now but if you leave a message after the beep we'll get back to you as soon as possible." After the quick beep a different girl's voice came to the phone. "Um, Angel? It's Buffy. I'm not sure whether you got my message I left you before. I'm at the airport," she said, her tone changing. "I'm going to Paris with my dad 'cause he got a job transfer and he wanted me to live there with him. Well, basically I just called to say goodbye. So, goodbye." The phone clicked off and Angel seemed frozen. Wesley was about to say something when Angel suddenly ran between them, reached over the counter to get his coat and ran out of the building.
"I hope he gets there in time," said Cordelia after they heard the car leave. "Then maybe at least one of us will be with the person they love." Wesley reached over and gave her a quick hug. Then they sat on the sofa together only to find someone enter the Hotel. "Fred?" excliamed Wesley. "What are you doing here?" "I came to see Angel. Where is he?" Cordelia and Wesley exchanged glances. "What is going on? Where is my boyfriend?" demanded Fred. Cordelia sighed. "Fred, old girl. He was never yours." And set about to explain the story.
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Angel ran inside the airport trying to avoid bumping into people. Finally he found a free counter. "When does the flight to Paris leave?" he asked breathlessly. "Tonight's flight leaves at 9.30pm, sir," she said. "No, I mean the afternoon one." "Well, sir, that..." She gestured towards the window. He turned and saw an aircraft take-off and soar into the bright sunny sky overhead L.A.
TBC...
The final part is on its way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Is he up, yet?" she asked Wesley when he walked through the door. "Cordelia you have asked me that ten times during the past half hour and each time I have given you the same answer - " "I know, I know, 'he's not up yet.'" she interupted. "This time it's a different answer." Cordelia looked hopeful. "He's in the shower." "Aargh!" Cordelia screamed. "It's okay, Cordy. I'm sure everything is fine." "How can you know that?" "I don't know that." "See!" "But," Wesley continued, ignoring her, "I do know that whatever happens Angel would have made the right descison." "Okay, I grant you that in the time of crisis, for example when fighting demons Angel manages to keep a level head and gets through everything. But it is totally another story for his love life or rather his prior lack of it." Wesley considered this for a moment. "You know you do have a point there." Cordelia merely nodded. A few seconds later she stood up and said "I'm going to the kitchen." "Hungry?" Wesley asked. "There's some ice cream in the freezer if you want it." "Ice Cream? And get all spotty and fat? I think not. I am going for a glass no water. No calories whatsoever." Wesley chuckled at her remark.
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"Flight 116 to Paris now boarding," Buffy heard the loudspeakers say. But she wasn't really listening. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay, to be with Angel. That was why she had called him last week when she found out he was leaving but he never called back. At first she told herself that maybe he hadn't got the message, that he wanted her to stay too but he didn't know she was going in the first place. But then she decided to face reality. He didn't want to be with her. He just wanted to be her..........friend. She really hated that word.
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"I wish he would hurry up and get here," said Cordelia as they enetered the kitchen together. "Well, he has been busy this whole week. We had that client that needed us to find his son and then - " "I know, I know you guys had all those cases straight after Angel and Buffy getting rid of that demon.Plus I wasn't here to ask him myself anyway." "Did you know the phone was disconnected?" asked Wesley picking up the wire. "No. Maybe one of you stepped on it accidentally." Wesley casually shrugged and plugged it back in.
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Buffy's father got up from his seat and put his bag around his shoulder. Buffy made no sign of moving. "Coming, honey?" She glanced up at his expectant face and forced a nod. "Yeah. There's just a call I have to make first. I'll be there in a sec." "Okay." He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "See you on the plane." "Yep." Buffy whispered to his retreating figure. And then she headed to the nearest callbox.
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Cordelia and Wesley were back in the hall when the phone began to ring. Wesley was about to get it when Cordy stopped him. "It'll go to the answering machine," she explained. "If it's important we can take the phone." Wesley was about to protest when they heard Angel's footsteps just over the ringing sound of the phone. "Well, look Wesley, sleeping beauty is finally here." Cordelia said when he came down. From the otherside of the room her voice sang, saying, "Hello. This is Angel Investigations. We help the helpless. We can't come to the phone right now but if you leave a message after the beep we'll get back to you as soon as possible." After the quick beep a different girl's voice came to the phone. "Um, Angel? It's Buffy. I'm not sure whether you got my message I left you before. I'm at the airport," she said, her tone changing. "I'm going to Paris with my dad 'cause he got a job transfer and he wanted me to live there with him. Well, basically I just called to say goodbye. So, goodbye." The phone clicked off and Angel seemed frozen. Wesley was about to say something when Angel suddenly ran between them, reached over the counter to get his coat and ran out of the building.
"I hope he gets there in time," said Cordelia after they heard the car leave. "Then maybe at least one of us will be with the person they love." Wesley reached over and gave her a quick hug. Then they sat on the sofa together only to find someone enter the Hotel. "Fred?" excliamed Wesley. "What are you doing here?" "I came to see Angel. Where is he?" Cordelia and Wesley exchanged glances. "What is going on? Where is my boyfriend?" demanded Fred. Cordelia sighed. "Fred, old girl. He was never yours." And set about to explain the story.
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Angel ran inside the airport trying to avoid bumping into people. Finally he found a free counter. "When does the flight to Paris leave?" he asked breathlessly. "Tonight's flight leaves at 9.30pm, sir," she said. "No, I mean the afternoon one." "Well, sir, that..." She gestured towards the window. He turned and saw an aircraft take-off and soar into the bright sunny sky overhead L.A.
TBC...
The final part is on its way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
