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).
Time was what she needed. For the next week Cordelia didn't get out of Angel's bed. She became withdrawn, silent and scared at every sound. The only person she saw was Angel. Angel and the gang became increasingly worried about her. The test results had come back negative and the police investigation had come up with a blank. Even Gunn had tried some of his contacts to see if they could give some ideas on who had raped Cordy. It was as if she had shifted into another dimension for the attack and then come back, but even with their experience in the abnormal they knew that was impossible. Lorne tried to dead her but she found that even that was too painful for her. He doubted that it would do much good anyway. She spent some time catching up with old friends from Sunnydale by e-mil on her laptop. She never mentioned what had happened to her; she just said that she missed them. She spoke to Willow, Anya and Dawn. She didn't e-mail Buffy or Xander. They all told her how good it was to hear from her but she suspected that only Dawn was being sincere.
The bruising on her face progressed from a red colour to a bright purple, which seemed, to Angel, worse than the red. Her eye, if possible, had swelled even more. The cut on the back of her head still oozed blood and Cordelia seemed to be constantly apologising to Angel for getting blood on the pillowcase. He insisted that it was fine but it was something else for Cordy to blame herself for and feel guilty about. Wes had come to see her once or twice but Cordelia felt uncomfortable around him and on edge. Gunn and Connor didn't bother trying after that but sent notes with Fred, telling her that they hoped she was okay and what they were up to. Just funny little anecdotes that they thought would cheer her up. And the truth was, they did. She didn't want to be with them but she still want to know what was happening and how they were. Angel sat next to the bed sometimes when they weren't busy and read to her quietly. It comforted her to just have him sat near, even if they weren't communicating.
Two weeks after if happened, the gang were all working downstairs when they heard Cordelia screaming. Angel was the first to reach her. He noticed instantly that it was a vision, it was the first she'd had for a while and although she was half demon he could see that it hurt her. She held her head in pain and grimaced with every image. He held her in his arms while she screamed.
"What is it? What do you see?" Wesley asked anxiously. All Cordelia could do was scream. Eventually, when he could see the vision was over, he signalled for the others to leave and held her until she'd settled down.
"Do you want to try and tell me what you saw?" Angel asked gently, holding her small hand in his own. "It was the men who. who." She struggled to form the words. "The men who did this?" "Yes. They were attacking a woman about a block from here. She looked a little like Willow." Cordelia shook her head in confusion. "But with shorter hair, but I guess I must have been wrong. Angel, she was so scared! She was screaming and crying and they were holding her and." She broke down crying.
"It's okay sweetheart, we'll stop them. When will it happen?" "Tomorrow night, about eight o clock."
Wesley interrupted them by poking his head around the door. His face was set and he looked serious. "Angel, I really think you should come downstairs. There's someone here."
Instantly fearing the worst, Angel promised Cordy that he would be back and left the room.
Cordelia was instantly worried and got out of the bed shakily for the first time in a week. She pulled Angel's robe on over the shirt of his he was wearing and left the room slowly, letting her head and eyes adjust to being up and about again. She made her way down the hall and to the top of the stairs. She could hear Angel's voice talking to someone angrily.
"She is in no fit state to talk to you!" "Angel?" She called out meekly and started down the stairs. He instantly came to help her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, worry etched on his face. "I'm sure." She replied and gripped his arm tightly.
He helped her walk down the stairs and felt her body tense when she saw Buffy and the Scoobies, minus Dawn and plus Spike, stood in he lobby. "Cordelia, hi!" Buffy's tone was harsh until she turned and saw her. She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. Cordy began to shake and wished she'd stayed upstairs. She pulled Angel's robe closer around her body. "Hi Buffy." She whispered.
The AI team came to stand behind Angel and Cordy in support. "What do you guys want?" She asked, still not looking any of them in the eye. Giles stepped forwards. "Cordelia, what happened? Did a demon or a vampire do this?"
"No." Angel said protectively. "What do you want?" Cordelia asked again, the blunt bitch coming out in her. It must be Buffy, she thought, she brings out the worst in me. "I came here to talk to you about Dawn but I guess it's the wrong time." Buffy explained.
"Pet, maybe we should leave." Spike suggested tactfully. "Cordy, what happened?" Xander asked.
"I was raped Xander. I was beaten and raped and left to die in an alley by six or seven senseless bastards and the last thing I need is you here asking me over and over and over again about the senseless details!" Cordelia snapped and felt tears come to her eyes. She brushed past Buffy and made her way to Wesley's office. Fred followed her.
"Are you okay?" She asked. "I will be." She said and pulled open the bottom drawer of Wes's desk. She pulled out a hand held mirror. "I guess I should check out the damage." She muttered. "Maybe you shouldn't." Fred suggested but she'd already looked.
Cordy gasped as she peered into the tiny mirror. "I really do look shocking." She stated. "No wonder they all stopped and stared. They probably didn't recognise me. I hardly recognise me!"
"You're still the same Cordy." Fred promised. "I know." She paused. "Could you leave me alone for a minute?" "Sure." Fred said doubtfully but left anyway.
She went back out to join the others. Angel had a questioning looking his eyes but Fred just shrugged. Buffy and the others were now seated on the circular sofas in the lobby talking together.
"What do they want?" Fred asked. "To take advantage of Cordy." Connor said.
Angel shot him a warning look. "To take advantage of Cordelia's powers. She told Dawn and Dawn told Buffy. They want her to use her powers to see what is in the future for the hell mouth. Apparently Buffy wants some time off." Angel sneered.
"Sound like a complete farce to me." Gunn said. "They just wanna find out what's goin' down with them."
"I have to agree with Gunn on this one." Wes agreed. "But surely they wouldn't be that cruel though." Fred protested.
"You can tell you don't know them." Wesley observed. "Back in Sunnydale, Cordelia was shunned because she had status and the guts to say what she was thinking. I mean, of course she could be a little snippy sometimes but I was just natural teenage banter."
"And you thought she was hot." Gunn said pointedly, causing Wes to blush. "If I could interrupt for a moment." Giles said, coming over to them. "We haven't got anywhere to stay yet so I think we'll go book into a hotel and come back when it is more appropriate."
"Don't leave on my account." Cordelia's strident voice called out across the lobby.
Angel looked and smiled slightly. She was wearing some of her clothes that she'd left in the office. They used to be skin tight but with the weight she'd lost they were now a little baggy. But, she still looked beautiful. She'd pulled her hair up onto her head and had put on some makeup. The bruises and cuts were still visible but the makeup made her look less pale and more alive.
"Well, well, well. Pet scrubs up nice." Spike said, giving her the once over, his eyes lingering over the low cut flimsy top. Buffy hit him and startled him back to reality.
"What are you here for?" Cordelia asked and went to stand next to Angel. "We know what you told Dawn and we want to know if you can read our futures." Anya said.
"No!" Willow scolded and then tried to explain. "We want to know if you can tell us what is going to happen in Sunnydale in the future, see if we're going to have a little time off."
"So, you want to know if the hell mouth is suddenly going to switch to another place and leave you, Buffy, to become a normal girl. You want to know if you are going to be able to shirk your responsibilities as the slayer to be able to fool around with Spike. You," She pointed to Anya. "You don't want to know if you and Xander will get married, you want to know if you are going to get your powers back and be able to live for all eternity and never get old. You," She said and pointed to Giles. "You're just here for the ride, I knew there had to be someone who had a little sense. You," She pointed to Willow. "You want to see if you're really a lesbian or if Tara is just a really nice girl. You" She said and pointed to Xander. "You wan to know if you're going to be poor forever. And you!" She pointed to Spike. "You are really hurting my head! There are other things in life than love. Just because she fell for a vampire before doesn't mean that she'll fall for one again. And the whole 'I have a chip, it is so unfair that I can only hurt demons, what I really want is a nice scared human girl to drink!' is really getting old!"
"How did you do that?" Angel whispered to her while the Scoobies just stared at each other in amazement.
"I have no idea." She whispered back and smiled shyly.
"You look really good, are you good?" "I think so. I guess having them see me like that annoyed me. I was always the cool one, the one that could never be at a disadvantage."
"Well, you're certainly not that now." He squeezed her hand. "Yo girl, that was tight!" Gunn patted her shoulder. "Yes Cordy, very well done." Wes smiled. "Well," Buffy called out. "We'll go get booked into a hotel and come back later."
The Scoobies began to leave the Hyperion. "Oh," Cordelia shouted when they were almost out of the door. "Call first!" Fred giggled at the look on Buffy's face.
"What's all the hubbub bubs?" Lorne said as he came through the doors. "Hey Princess, good to see you. And I mean really good. You are looking just peachy." "Thanks Lorne."
"I think Cordelia here is giving you a run for your money." Wes explained. "She's just read the minds of our old friends from Sunnydale."
"Wow, another demon-y power from Powers that Be. They're giving you some serious mojo." Lorne made his way to the drink's cabinet and poured himself a scotch.
"Oh!" Cordelia exclaimed. "My vision! I said the girl looked like Willow but I thought that it couldn't be because Willow was back in Sunnydale but she's not, she's here so that means that she could get attacked tomorrow night!"
"Right." Wesley said. "Is there anything else you can tell us about the appearance of the men?" Cordelia shook her head apologetically. "That's okay. We obviously can't tell them because if we do they'll go home or not let Willow out of their sight. We need to stake out the place at about seven o clock and wait for the men to grab her.
Then we catch the men and call the police, if they're human. If they're not, we kill them." "Sounds like a plan." Connor agreed.
"I think I might go and take a shower." Cordy suggested to herself. "I might look good but I feel icky." "Do you need any help?" Angel asked. "I'll shout if I do." She promised and made her way up the stairs slowly. "She looks better." Fred commented to Angel.
"Yeah, I guess they always used to bring out the self conscious, proud, popular girl in her. I just hope she's okay on the inside. She's still scared, I can feel it. And in pain. But maybe after tomorrow night she can face her fear and be able to get on with her life."
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).
Time was what she needed. For the next week Cordelia didn't get out of Angel's bed. She became withdrawn, silent and scared at every sound. The only person she saw was Angel. Angel and the gang became increasingly worried about her. The test results had come back negative and the police investigation had come up with a blank. Even Gunn had tried some of his contacts to see if they could give some ideas on who had raped Cordy. It was as if she had shifted into another dimension for the attack and then come back, but even with their experience in the abnormal they knew that was impossible. Lorne tried to dead her but she found that even that was too painful for her. He doubted that it would do much good anyway. She spent some time catching up with old friends from Sunnydale by e-mil on her laptop. She never mentioned what had happened to her; she just said that she missed them. She spoke to Willow, Anya and Dawn. She didn't e-mail Buffy or Xander. They all told her how good it was to hear from her but she suspected that only Dawn was being sincere.
The bruising on her face progressed from a red colour to a bright purple, which seemed, to Angel, worse than the red. Her eye, if possible, had swelled even more. The cut on the back of her head still oozed blood and Cordelia seemed to be constantly apologising to Angel for getting blood on the pillowcase. He insisted that it was fine but it was something else for Cordy to blame herself for and feel guilty about. Wes had come to see her once or twice but Cordelia felt uncomfortable around him and on edge. Gunn and Connor didn't bother trying after that but sent notes with Fred, telling her that they hoped she was okay and what they were up to. Just funny little anecdotes that they thought would cheer her up. And the truth was, they did. She didn't want to be with them but she still want to know what was happening and how they were. Angel sat next to the bed sometimes when they weren't busy and read to her quietly. It comforted her to just have him sat near, even if they weren't communicating.
Two weeks after if happened, the gang were all working downstairs when they heard Cordelia screaming. Angel was the first to reach her. He noticed instantly that it was a vision, it was the first she'd had for a while and although she was half demon he could see that it hurt her. She held her head in pain and grimaced with every image. He held her in his arms while she screamed.
"What is it? What do you see?" Wesley asked anxiously. All Cordelia could do was scream. Eventually, when he could see the vision was over, he signalled for the others to leave and held her until she'd settled down.
"Do you want to try and tell me what you saw?" Angel asked gently, holding her small hand in his own. "It was the men who. who." She struggled to form the words. "The men who did this?" "Yes. They were attacking a woman about a block from here. She looked a little like Willow." Cordelia shook her head in confusion. "But with shorter hair, but I guess I must have been wrong. Angel, she was so scared! She was screaming and crying and they were holding her and." She broke down crying.
"It's okay sweetheart, we'll stop them. When will it happen?" "Tomorrow night, about eight o clock."
Wesley interrupted them by poking his head around the door. His face was set and he looked serious. "Angel, I really think you should come downstairs. There's someone here."
Instantly fearing the worst, Angel promised Cordy that he would be back and left the room.
Cordelia was instantly worried and got out of the bed shakily for the first time in a week. She pulled Angel's robe on over the shirt of his he was wearing and left the room slowly, letting her head and eyes adjust to being up and about again. She made her way down the hall and to the top of the stairs. She could hear Angel's voice talking to someone angrily.
"She is in no fit state to talk to you!" "Angel?" She called out meekly and started down the stairs. He instantly came to help her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, worry etched on his face. "I'm sure." She replied and gripped his arm tightly.
He helped her walk down the stairs and felt her body tense when she saw Buffy and the Scoobies, minus Dawn and plus Spike, stood in he lobby. "Cordelia, hi!" Buffy's tone was harsh until she turned and saw her. She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. Cordy began to shake and wished she'd stayed upstairs. She pulled Angel's robe closer around her body. "Hi Buffy." She whispered.
The AI team came to stand behind Angel and Cordy in support. "What do you guys want?" She asked, still not looking any of them in the eye. Giles stepped forwards. "Cordelia, what happened? Did a demon or a vampire do this?"
"No." Angel said protectively. "What do you want?" Cordelia asked again, the blunt bitch coming out in her. It must be Buffy, she thought, she brings out the worst in me. "I came here to talk to you about Dawn but I guess it's the wrong time." Buffy explained.
"Pet, maybe we should leave." Spike suggested tactfully. "Cordy, what happened?" Xander asked.
"I was raped Xander. I was beaten and raped and left to die in an alley by six or seven senseless bastards and the last thing I need is you here asking me over and over and over again about the senseless details!" Cordelia snapped and felt tears come to her eyes. She brushed past Buffy and made her way to Wesley's office. Fred followed her.
"Are you okay?" She asked. "I will be." She said and pulled open the bottom drawer of Wes's desk. She pulled out a hand held mirror. "I guess I should check out the damage." She muttered. "Maybe you shouldn't." Fred suggested but she'd already looked.
Cordy gasped as she peered into the tiny mirror. "I really do look shocking." She stated. "No wonder they all stopped and stared. They probably didn't recognise me. I hardly recognise me!"
"You're still the same Cordy." Fred promised. "I know." She paused. "Could you leave me alone for a minute?" "Sure." Fred said doubtfully but left anyway.
She went back out to join the others. Angel had a questioning looking his eyes but Fred just shrugged. Buffy and the others were now seated on the circular sofas in the lobby talking together.
"What do they want?" Fred asked. "To take advantage of Cordy." Connor said.
Angel shot him a warning look. "To take advantage of Cordelia's powers. She told Dawn and Dawn told Buffy. They want her to use her powers to see what is in the future for the hell mouth. Apparently Buffy wants some time off." Angel sneered.
"Sound like a complete farce to me." Gunn said. "They just wanna find out what's goin' down with them."
"I have to agree with Gunn on this one." Wes agreed. "But surely they wouldn't be that cruel though." Fred protested.
"You can tell you don't know them." Wesley observed. "Back in Sunnydale, Cordelia was shunned because she had status and the guts to say what she was thinking. I mean, of course she could be a little snippy sometimes but I was just natural teenage banter."
"And you thought she was hot." Gunn said pointedly, causing Wes to blush. "If I could interrupt for a moment." Giles said, coming over to them. "We haven't got anywhere to stay yet so I think we'll go book into a hotel and come back when it is more appropriate."
"Don't leave on my account." Cordelia's strident voice called out across the lobby.
Angel looked and smiled slightly. She was wearing some of her clothes that she'd left in the office. They used to be skin tight but with the weight she'd lost they were now a little baggy. But, she still looked beautiful. She'd pulled her hair up onto her head and had put on some makeup. The bruises and cuts were still visible but the makeup made her look less pale and more alive.
"Well, well, well. Pet scrubs up nice." Spike said, giving her the once over, his eyes lingering over the low cut flimsy top. Buffy hit him and startled him back to reality.
"What are you here for?" Cordelia asked and went to stand next to Angel. "We know what you told Dawn and we want to know if you can read our futures." Anya said.
"No!" Willow scolded and then tried to explain. "We want to know if you can tell us what is going to happen in Sunnydale in the future, see if we're going to have a little time off."
"So, you want to know if the hell mouth is suddenly going to switch to another place and leave you, Buffy, to become a normal girl. You want to know if you are going to be able to shirk your responsibilities as the slayer to be able to fool around with Spike. You," She pointed to Anya. "You don't want to know if you and Xander will get married, you want to know if you are going to get your powers back and be able to live for all eternity and never get old. You," She said and pointed to Giles. "You're just here for the ride, I knew there had to be someone who had a little sense. You," She pointed to Willow. "You want to see if you're really a lesbian or if Tara is just a really nice girl. You" She said and pointed to Xander. "You wan to know if you're going to be poor forever. And you!" She pointed to Spike. "You are really hurting my head! There are other things in life than love. Just because she fell for a vampire before doesn't mean that she'll fall for one again. And the whole 'I have a chip, it is so unfair that I can only hurt demons, what I really want is a nice scared human girl to drink!' is really getting old!"
"How did you do that?" Angel whispered to her while the Scoobies just stared at each other in amazement.
"I have no idea." She whispered back and smiled shyly.
"You look really good, are you good?" "I think so. I guess having them see me like that annoyed me. I was always the cool one, the one that could never be at a disadvantage."
"Well, you're certainly not that now." He squeezed her hand. "Yo girl, that was tight!" Gunn patted her shoulder. "Yes Cordy, very well done." Wes smiled. "Well," Buffy called out. "We'll go get booked into a hotel and come back later."
The Scoobies began to leave the Hyperion. "Oh," Cordelia shouted when they were almost out of the door. "Call first!" Fred giggled at the look on Buffy's face.
"What's all the hubbub bubs?" Lorne said as he came through the doors. "Hey Princess, good to see you. And I mean really good. You are looking just peachy." "Thanks Lorne."
"I think Cordelia here is giving you a run for your money." Wes explained. "She's just read the minds of our old friends from Sunnydale."
"Wow, another demon-y power from Powers that Be. They're giving you some serious mojo." Lorne made his way to the drink's cabinet and poured himself a scotch.
"Oh!" Cordelia exclaimed. "My vision! I said the girl looked like Willow but I thought that it couldn't be because Willow was back in Sunnydale but she's not, she's here so that means that she could get attacked tomorrow night!"
"Right." Wesley said. "Is there anything else you can tell us about the appearance of the men?" Cordelia shook her head apologetically. "That's okay. We obviously can't tell them because if we do they'll go home or not let Willow out of their sight. We need to stake out the place at about seven o clock and wait for the men to grab her.
Then we catch the men and call the police, if they're human. If they're not, we kill them." "Sounds like a plan." Connor agreed.
"I think I might go and take a shower." Cordy suggested to herself. "I might look good but I feel icky." "Do you need any help?" Angel asked. "I'll shout if I do." She promised and made her way up the stairs slowly. "She looks better." Fred commented to Angel.
"Yeah, I guess they always used to bring out the self conscious, proud, popular girl in her. I just hope she's okay on the inside. She's still scared, I can feel it. And in pain. But maybe after tomorrow night she can face her fear and be able to get on with her life."