Title: Nightmare
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None, I think!
Summary: Something bad happens to Cordelia which makes Angel realise how much he loves her (Crossover).
Angel instantly came running across the lobby to try and catch her but he was too late. Fred screamed at the sight of her.
"Cordy, sweetheart, what happened?" Angel laid her against him in the doorway. "Are you okay?" A stupid question really, you could see by just looking at her that she wasn't okay.
She shook her head and began sobbing uncontrollably. The others all crowded around. Cordelia tried to hide her face in angel's shirt, her tears dampening it instantly.
"She needs to go to the hospital." Wesley pointed out, worry etched into the ex-watcher's voice.
Cordy began shaking her head and begging him not to make her go. "Cordy, you really need to go." He urged gently and tried not to let the worry show in his voice, and the anger.
"No!" She croaked. "Just take me upstairs." He lifted her gently and winced when he heard her whimper. "It's okay baby, it's okay." He murmured and carried her upstairs.
He set her down on his bed slowly and then left her to shut the door behind them. He sat next to her and pulled the first aid kit from under the bed as well as one of his t-shirts from a drawer next to the bed.
"Cordy, I need to see what they did to you." He said quietly. She began to shake her head but could see from the look in his eyes that he meant it. She knew if she didn't let him then he would take her to the hospital. She nodded
her head. He slipped her coat off her shoulders and lifted her up slightly to shrug it off her. He instantly saw the bruises and red marks on her shoulders and arms. He murmured soft words as he pulled her top off. Her bra had been ripped in several places and he could see bite marks on her breasts and nipples. She turned her face away from him in shame.
"Cordelia, you have nothing to b ashamed of, you understand? Nothing. This was not your fault sweetheart." He told her and lifted her up again so he could remove her bra. She set to work on the bite marks with antiseptic and winced every time she whimpered in pain. "I know honey, but I've got to do it. You could go to the hospital."
He suggested again but she shook her head firmly but then cried out because it made the gash on the back of her head grate against the pillow. Angel, who had not yet seen it, raised her so that she was leaning against him. He cursed softly and moved her hair out of the way of it. He suspected that she wouldn't need stitches but it was still nasty and would take a while to heal.
When he had done with the injuries on the top half of her body, he put the t-shirt on her. "I'm going downstairs, honey, but I'll be back in a couple of minutes to get some of that blood off you." He squeezed her hand and then left the room.
The others were sat in silence around the desks. Fred was the first to notice him and jumped off the desk that she was sat on. "How is she? Has she been.?" "Yes." Angel answered her grimly. "Connor, can you get me some warm water in a bowl and some clean towels?"
Connor left obediently which left him to face the others. "She gonna be okay?" Gunn asked. "She looked pretty banged up." "Yes she did, maybe a hospital wouldn't be such a bad idea." Wesley suggested. "She says no hospital; I don't think she trusts them. But I know she trusts me." Angel replied.
"I'll bring up some tea and some painkillers for her." Fred offered. Connor came back with the water and towels and Angel left, promising to return as soon as he could to tell them how she was.
He entered the room quietly, not wanting to startle her. She was curled up on hi bed crying softly. Her eyes were wild and scared.
"It's okay, it's just me honey." He sat down next to her again, placing the bowl and towels on the nightstand. "Let me get that skirt off you."
He reached underneath her for the zip and slid it down. He pulled the skirt down and noticed that it was covered in blood. He dropped it on the floor next to the bed.
"Can I have a look Cordy?" He asked gently, knowing that what he was asking was very daring but he hoped that she would trust him enough to let him help her and see the extent of her injuries.
Before she could answer him there was a knock at the door, he got up and accepted the tea and tablets off Fred. He sat back down next to her and offered the tea to her; she declined but swallowed a couple of tablets.
"Cordy, I need to see." He urged again. She shook her head.
"Okay, but can I at least get some of that blood off your legs?" This time she nodded and let him bathe her legs with the water. He saw a couple of cuts and bite marks on her thighs and put some antiseptic on them.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked as he worked on her. "No." She whispered. "Why not?" He asked in a fake happy voice.
"Because it will make it real." A tear fell slowly down her cheek and it broke Angel's heart to see it.
"Honey, it is real. I know you don't want to hear it but it is. But you know what; I will not let anything else hurt you." He stopped what he was doing to look her in the eye and hold her hand in his. "You know I love you, don't you? If I could have stopped this I would have, if I could have known this would happen I wouldn't have let you leave here, if I could take the pain away from you I would. To be able to help you I need to see what they did to you. Can you let me help you?"
Slowly, she nodded and let him spread her legs. He instantly grabbed a towel and pressed it against her to try to stop the blood that was still seeping from her. "Cordy, I'm so sorry this happened to you." His voice broke. "I'm so sorry."
The sight in front of him brought tears to his eyes. If he could kill the person who did that to her he would in a heartbeat. "Sweetie, you're going to have to see a doctor tomorrow, you might need stitches."
His words made her start to cry again and he wished with all his heart that he could turn back time. He pulled the blood soaked towel away from her and replaced it with another, making sure that she did not see the one he had removed.
"Can you tell me a couple of things?" He asked. She nodded. "How many people were there?" "Maybe six or seven." She whispered. "Were they human?"
"I don't know, I think so. It all happened so fast. I didn't see!" Her voice rose and Angel took that as a sign to stop asking. It was too painful.
"It's okay. You can stop here tonight, nobody will bother you. I'll sleep on the couch and make sure you're okay." He spoke gently and reached for the blanket on the bottom of the bed. He wrapped her in it and propped her up on the pillows. "Do you want to sleep?"
"No, every time I close my eyes I see it." "It's okay, just rest." He brushed her hair away from her forehead and gave her a few sips of tea. He wiped her face with one of the towels to remove the tears and mascara and also a little blood that was still coming out of the spilt lip.
"Do you want anything?" She shook her head and felt herself trembling. "No, I'll be okay."
"I'll be back in a bit, I'll just go take these things downstairs," He said, indicating the towels and bowl. "Angel?" She called out when he'd reached the door. "Come back."
"I will." He promised and shut the door behind him quietly.
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None, I think!
Summary: Something bad happens to Cordelia which makes Angel realise how much he loves her (Crossover).
Angel instantly came running across the lobby to try and catch her but he was too late. Fred screamed at the sight of her.
"Cordy, sweetheart, what happened?" Angel laid her against him in the doorway. "Are you okay?" A stupid question really, you could see by just looking at her that she wasn't okay.
She shook her head and began sobbing uncontrollably. The others all crowded around. Cordelia tried to hide her face in angel's shirt, her tears dampening it instantly.
"She needs to go to the hospital." Wesley pointed out, worry etched into the ex-watcher's voice.
Cordy began shaking her head and begging him not to make her go. "Cordy, you really need to go." He urged gently and tried not to let the worry show in his voice, and the anger.
"No!" She croaked. "Just take me upstairs." He lifted her gently and winced when he heard her whimper. "It's okay baby, it's okay." He murmured and carried her upstairs.
He set her down on his bed slowly and then left her to shut the door behind them. He sat next to her and pulled the first aid kit from under the bed as well as one of his t-shirts from a drawer next to the bed.
"Cordy, I need to see what they did to you." He said quietly. She began to shake her head but could see from the look in his eyes that he meant it. She knew if she didn't let him then he would take her to the hospital. She nodded
her head. He slipped her coat off her shoulders and lifted her up slightly to shrug it off her. He instantly saw the bruises and red marks on her shoulders and arms. He murmured soft words as he pulled her top off. Her bra had been ripped in several places and he could see bite marks on her breasts and nipples. She turned her face away from him in shame.
"Cordelia, you have nothing to b ashamed of, you understand? Nothing. This was not your fault sweetheart." He told her and lifted her up again so he could remove her bra. She set to work on the bite marks with antiseptic and winced every time she whimpered in pain. "I know honey, but I've got to do it. You could go to the hospital."
He suggested again but she shook her head firmly but then cried out because it made the gash on the back of her head grate against the pillow. Angel, who had not yet seen it, raised her so that she was leaning against him. He cursed softly and moved her hair out of the way of it. He suspected that she wouldn't need stitches but it was still nasty and would take a while to heal.
When he had done with the injuries on the top half of her body, he put the t-shirt on her. "I'm going downstairs, honey, but I'll be back in a couple of minutes to get some of that blood off you." He squeezed her hand and then left the room.
The others were sat in silence around the desks. Fred was the first to notice him and jumped off the desk that she was sat on. "How is she? Has she been.?" "Yes." Angel answered her grimly. "Connor, can you get me some warm water in a bowl and some clean towels?"
Connor left obediently which left him to face the others. "She gonna be okay?" Gunn asked. "She looked pretty banged up." "Yes she did, maybe a hospital wouldn't be such a bad idea." Wesley suggested. "She says no hospital; I don't think she trusts them. But I know she trusts me." Angel replied.
"I'll bring up some tea and some painkillers for her." Fred offered. Connor came back with the water and towels and Angel left, promising to return as soon as he could to tell them how she was.
He entered the room quietly, not wanting to startle her. She was curled up on hi bed crying softly. Her eyes were wild and scared.
"It's okay, it's just me honey." He sat down next to her again, placing the bowl and towels on the nightstand. "Let me get that skirt off you."
He reached underneath her for the zip and slid it down. He pulled the skirt down and noticed that it was covered in blood. He dropped it on the floor next to the bed.
"Can I have a look Cordy?" He asked gently, knowing that what he was asking was very daring but he hoped that she would trust him enough to let him help her and see the extent of her injuries.
Before she could answer him there was a knock at the door, he got up and accepted the tea and tablets off Fred. He sat back down next to her and offered the tea to her; she declined but swallowed a couple of tablets.
"Cordy, I need to see." He urged again. She shook her head.
"Okay, but can I at least get some of that blood off your legs?" This time she nodded and let him bathe her legs with the water. He saw a couple of cuts and bite marks on her thighs and put some antiseptic on them.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked as he worked on her. "No." She whispered. "Why not?" He asked in a fake happy voice.
"Because it will make it real." A tear fell slowly down her cheek and it broke Angel's heart to see it.
"Honey, it is real. I know you don't want to hear it but it is. But you know what; I will not let anything else hurt you." He stopped what he was doing to look her in the eye and hold her hand in his. "You know I love you, don't you? If I could have stopped this I would have, if I could have known this would happen I wouldn't have let you leave here, if I could take the pain away from you I would. To be able to help you I need to see what they did to you. Can you let me help you?"
Slowly, she nodded and let him spread her legs. He instantly grabbed a towel and pressed it against her to try to stop the blood that was still seeping from her. "Cordy, I'm so sorry this happened to you." His voice broke. "I'm so sorry."
The sight in front of him brought tears to his eyes. If he could kill the person who did that to her he would in a heartbeat. "Sweetie, you're going to have to see a doctor tomorrow, you might need stitches."
His words made her start to cry again and he wished with all his heart that he could turn back time. He pulled the blood soaked towel away from her and replaced it with another, making sure that she did not see the one he had removed.
"Can you tell me a couple of things?" He asked. She nodded. "How many people were there?" "Maybe six or seven." She whispered. "Were they human?"
"I don't know, I think so. It all happened so fast. I didn't see!" Her voice rose and Angel took that as a sign to stop asking. It was too painful.
"It's okay. You can stop here tonight, nobody will bother you. I'll sleep on the couch and make sure you're okay." He spoke gently and reached for the blanket on the bottom of the bed. He wrapped her in it and propped her up on the pillows. "Do you want to sleep?"
"No, every time I close my eyes I see it." "It's okay, just rest." He brushed her hair away from her forehead and gave her a few sips of tea. He wiped her face with one of the towels to remove the tears and mascara and also a little blood that was still coming out of the spilt lip.
"Do you want anything?" She shook her head and felt herself trembling. "No, I'll be okay."
"I'll be back in a bit, I'll just go take these things downstairs," He said, indicating the towels and bowl. "Angel?" She called out when he'd reached the door. "Come back."
"I will." He promised and shut the door behind him quietly.