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).
They were all still sat in the same places when he got downstairs. "How is she?" Connor asked.
"She's scared and in a lot of pain. They've really made a mess of her." He held up the towels by way of explanation. "'They've?'" Fred asked. "There were about six or seven of them." He sat down wearily on his desk. "They were human." He sighed.
"I don't mean to alarm anyone here." Wesley began. "But if they were human then we need to know if they used protection. If not then Cordelia could be."
"Pregnant." Gunn finished.
Angel cursed. "I never thought of that. Well, I gotta get the doctor out tomorrow anyway; I'll have him check."
Angel slept on the couch that night as promised or more like he lay on the couch. He was too intent on watching Cordelia writhe and squirm on the bed. He went to her five or six times when she woke screaming. He sat and held her the last time until she lay still, too wrapped around him for him to move. He was glad that she felt she could trust him. At least she wasn't comparing him or putting him in the same category as those who had done this to her.
She woke for the last time at about six in the morning. She jumped as she realised she was in someone's arms but relaxed when she saw it was Angel. She could hear voices downstairs and people shuffling about.
"Morning." Angel said, he'd felt her move and knew she was awake. "Hi." She replied simply. "Do you need anything?" He asked. "A couple of painkillers." She asked. "And a shower."
She raised her head from his chest and winced at the shooting pain she felt from the gash on her head. "A new head would be nice too." She attempted a smile but failed. She swung her legs off the side of the bed and stretched her arms.
"Do you want me to go?" Angel asked, still having not moved from his position on the bed. She shook her head. "Don't leave me."
"I won't." He promised. "Do you want to go downstairs?" "No, I don't think I can face them." "Nobody blames you Cordy; they just want to help you."
She nodded but wouldn't meet his gaze. "I'm going to go ring the doctor and then I'll bring you up some eggs or something, is that okay?"
She nodded and waited while he'd left before attempting to stand. Her legs felt wobbly and sore. Her wounds were tight and hurt when she moved. The pain between her legs was like nothing she had ever felt before.
She managed to get into the bathroom before wavering. She grabbed hold of the sink and looked into the mirror. Her face was a rainbow of colours. Her nose was swollen and puffy and her cheek was enlarged where she must have been punched. Her lip was twice its normal size and had a little dried blood on it that Angel must have missed.
She splashed some cold water on her face and patted it dry with a towel. She brushed her teeth with the toothbrush she had left there and ran her fingers through her hair. Well, Cordy, she thought, you sure as hell have come a long way from Sunnydale. Tears escaped her bruised eyelids as she thought of what they would all make of her, Wesley, Fred, Gunn, Connor and even Lorne. She wondered what Angel was really thinking about her. She suddenly had an urge to call her mom, but she repressed it, knowing that her mom wouldn't care one way or another, she had disappeared from her life years ago, and about the time Angel had come into her life and became her family.
There was a knock on the bathroom door and Cordelia jumped, banging her elbow on the towel rack.
"Cordelia, it's me; Fred" The voice said nervously. "Do you want to talk or anything? I brought you up the eggs Angel made, but I can bring you up something else if you don't want them. Angel's gone to call the doctor."
"The eggs will be fine." Cordy said and opened the door letting Fred see her appearance. She gasped but didn't say anything. Cordelia flinched at Fred's reaction but before she could say anything Fred's arms were around her and they were both crying.
"I'm so sorry." Cordelia kept repeating over and over again until Fred stopped her. "This is not your fault!" Fred shouted. "This is the fault of some sick men who chose you to be their victim. There was nothing you could have done." She smoothed Cordelia's hair away from her eyes.
"I could have fought back! I've been training with Angel and for God's sake I'm half demon now, I fight vampires and demons. I should have been able to fight them. I let them do this!" Cordelia sobbed in Fred's arms.
"No you didn't!" Angel's voice said from the doorway where he had been listening to Cordelia's outburst with rage. "There is no-way on earth that this is you fault!"
Surprised at Angel having been listening to her words, Cordelia jumped out of Fred's arms and ran back into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
"Cordy, honey, I'm sorry I startled you but you can't hide away forever. We're only trying to help." Angel called through the door. She heard him ask Fred to leave. "Why didn't you want me to listen?"
"I never said that." She murmured but his vampire hearing heard her. "You know you can tell me anything." "I know." She whispered. "Then talk to me. Let me help." "I can't." She replied softly. "Why not?"
"Because we were finally getting somewhere with our relationship. Now I can't stand you looking at me. I feel dirty and abused. I look at myself or think about what happened and I want to die. I just don't understand why it happened."
"Cordelia, I will love you no matter what. We can get through anything. I mean, look how many times we've fought the world and won. We can fight through this. Looking at you doesn't disgust me. Thinking about what those men did to you do but not because of you, because of them. If I could get my hands on them I would kill them for you, human or not. So don't think for one second that this is going to make me change my feelings for you, because it isn't. I love you."
The doctor came to see Cordelia about dinner time. She'd come out of the bathroom by then and was laid on the bed. The doctor explained to her that he'd examine her and run a pregnancy and HIV test. Angel discretely left the room. He stitched some of her wounds up a little and prescribed a sedative and some sleeping pills as well as something for the pain. He suggested psychiatric help but Cordelia flatly refused. He also suggested that she tell her parents. He ran the tests and told her to phone up for the results in a couple of days. Before he left he told Angel that he was obliged to tell the police about such incidents and that they should expect a visit from them in a couple of days.
When Angel went back to see her after the doctor left he could see that she was visibly shaken and very pale. He wrapped her trembling body in another blanket and gave her a cup of water to take some painkillers. She then slipped down under the covers and closed her eyes; Angel took this as a sign for him to leave.
He went downstairs and found Lorne sat with the rest of the gang, all work had stopped since Cordelia's attack. "Angel cakes, how is the Princess?" Lorne asked a sea breeze already in his hand.
"Scared, worried, in pain, disgusted with herself." He sat down wearily on the table and ran a hand across his face. "It's not the Princess's fault." Lorne protested.
"I know that and you know that but she won't be told. I guess she needs time."
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).
They were all still sat in the same places when he got downstairs. "How is she?" Connor asked.
"She's scared and in a lot of pain. They've really made a mess of her." He held up the towels by way of explanation. "'They've?'" Fred asked. "There were about six or seven of them." He sat down wearily on his desk. "They were human." He sighed.
"I don't mean to alarm anyone here." Wesley began. "But if they were human then we need to know if they used protection. If not then Cordelia could be."
"Pregnant." Gunn finished.
Angel cursed. "I never thought of that. Well, I gotta get the doctor out tomorrow anyway; I'll have him check."
Angel slept on the couch that night as promised or more like he lay on the couch. He was too intent on watching Cordelia writhe and squirm on the bed. He went to her five or six times when she woke screaming. He sat and held her the last time until she lay still, too wrapped around him for him to move. He was glad that she felt she could trust him. At least she wasn't comparing him or putting him in the same category as those who had done this to her.
She woke for the last time at about six in the morning. She jumped as she realised she was in someone's arms but relaxed when she saw it was Angel. She could hear voices downstairs and people shuffling about.
"Morning." Angel said, he'd felt her move and knew she was awake. "Hi." She replied simply. "Do you need anything?" He asked. "A couple of painkillers." She asked. "And a shower."
She raised her head from his chest and winced at the shooting pain she felt from the gash on her head. "A new head would be nice too." She attempted a smile but failed. She swung her legs off the side of the bed and stretched her arms.
"Do you want me to go?" Angel asked, still having not moved from his position on the bed. She shook her head. "Don't leave me."
"I won't." He promised. "Do you want to go downstairs?" "No, I don't think I can face them." "Nobody blames you Cordy; they just want to help you."
She nodded but wouldn't meet his gaze. "I'm going to go ring the doctor and then I'll bring you up some eggs or something, is that okay?"
She nodded and waited while he'd left before attempting to stand. Her legs felt wobbly and sore. Her wounds were tight and hurt when she moved. The pain between her legs was like nothing she had ever felt before.
She managed to get into the bathroom before wavering. She grabbed hold of the sink and looked into the mirror. Her face was a rainbow of colours. Her nose was swollen and puffy and her cheek was enlarged where she must have been punched. Her lip was twice its normal size and had a little dried blood on it that Angel must have missed.
She splashed some cold water on her face and patted it dry with a towel. She brushed her teeth with the toothbrush she had left there and ran her fingers through her hair. Well, Cordy, she thought, you sure as hell have come a long way from Sunnydale. Tears escaped her bruised eyelids as she thought of what they would all make of her, Wesley, Fred, Gunn, Connor and even Lorne. She wondered what Angel was really thinking about her. She suddenly had an urge to call her mom, but she repressed it, knowing that her mom wouldn't care one way or another, she had disappeared from her life years ago, and about the time Angel had come into her life and became her family.
There was a knock on the bathroom door and Cordelia jumped, banging her elbow on the towel rack.
"Cordelia, it's me; Fred" The voice said nervously. "Do you want to talk or anything? I brought you up the eggs Angel made, but I can bring you up something else if you don't want them. Angel's gone to call the doctor."
"The eggs will be fine." Cordy said and opened the door letting Fred see her appearance. She gasped but didn't say anything. Cordelia flinched at Fred's reaction but before she could say anything Fred's arms were around her and they were both crying.
"I'm so sorry." Cordelia kept repeating over and over again until Fred stopped her. "This is not your fault!" Fred shouted. "This is the fault of some sick men who chose you to be their victim. There was nothing you could have done." She smoothed Cordelia's hair away from her eyes.
"I could have fought back! I've been training with Angel and for God's sake I'm half demon now, I fight vampires and demons. I should have been able to fight them. I let them do this!" Cordelia sobbed in Fred's arms.
"No you didn't!" Angel's voice said from the doorway where he had been listening to Cordelia's outburst with rage. "There is no-way on earth that this is you fault!"
Surprised at Angel having been listening to her words, Cordelia jumped out of Fred's arms and ran back into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
"Cordy, honey, I'm sorry I startled you but you can't hide away forever. We're only trying to help." Angel called through the door. She heard him ask Fred to leave. "Why didn't you want me to listen?"
"I never said that." She murmured but his vampire hearing heard her. "You know you can tell me anything." "I know." She whispered. "Then talk to me. Let me help." "I can't." She replied softly. "Why not?"
"Because we were finally getting somewhere with our relationship. Now I can't stand you looking at me. I feel dirty and abused. I look at myself or think about what happened and I want to die. I just don't understand why it happened."
"Cordelia, I will love you no matter what. We can get through anything. I mean, look how many times we've fought the world and won. We can fight through this. Looking at you doesn't disgust me. Thinking about what those men did to you do but not because of you, because of them. If I could get my hands on them I would kill them for you, human or not. So don't think for one second that this is going to make me change my feelings for you, because it isn't. I love you."
The doctor came to see Cordelia about dinner time. She'd come out of the bathroom by then and was laid on the bed. The doctor explained to her that he'd examine her and run a pregnancy and HIV test. Angel discretely left the room. He stitched some of her wounds up a little and prescribed a sedative and some sleeping pills as well as something for the pain. He suggested psychiatric help but Cordelia flatly refused. He also suggested that she tell her parents. He ran the tests and told her to phone up for the results in a couple of days. Before he left he told Angel that he was obliged to tell the police about such incidents and that they should expect a visit from them in a couple of days.
When Angel went back to see her after the doctor left he could see that she was visibly shaken and very pale. He wrapped her trembling body in another blanket and gave her a cup of water to take some painkillers. She then slipped down under the covers and closed her eyes; Angel took this as a sign for him to leave.
He went downstairs and found Lorne sat with the rest of the gang, all work had stopped since Cordelia's attack. "Angel cakes, how is the Princess?" Lorne asked a sea breeze already in his hand.
"Scared, worried, in pain, disgusted with herself." He sat down wearily on the table and ran a hand across his face. "It's not the Princess's fault." Lorne protested.
"I know that and you know that but she won't be told. I guess she needs time."