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).
She filled the tub to the brim and added extra bubbles. She wished that Dennis could be there with her to scrub her back, she laughed remembering her slip when she'd admitted to Wesley what Dennis did with it.
There was a knock on the door. "I've brought you some tea." Angel said "You're an angel. Come on in, the door's open."
"I'm not an angel, well; not literally." He smiled and handed her a cup.
He sat down on the chair Cordelia had dragged in there when they'd first got the hotel. "Is the water helping?"
"A little." "You know, I was thinking. Maybe when everything calms down a little and gets back to normal you might want to move in here. With me, I mean. Or not, whatever." Angel stuttered.
"Boy, you can tell you haven't done that before." She giggled. "Well?" He prompted. "Yeah, I'd like to move in, actually I'd love it." She smiled shyly at him.
When it got to be about six o clock the rest of the Scoobies arrived. Cordelia was upstairs having a nap and Fred and Wesley were researching one of their pending cases. Giles and Willow instantly joined in. Gunn was playing on his video game with Connor. Xander hovered on the sidelines anxious to contribute to the game but not sure whether either of the two men liked him. Neither Gunn nor Connor particularly wanted the 'drip' in on their game and so said nothing. Buffy had insisted on patrolling and had dragged Spike with her. Anya wanted to wake Cordy up to ask her what she thought of a dress in her magazine but Angel wouldn't let her so she was spending her time reading his book over his shoulder and adding inadequate comments about the drawings of the demons. The whole AI gang were nervous about what was going to happen that night but couldn't voice their fears due to the presence of the Scoobies. Angel considered telling Giles and getting him on board but he suspected that he would be against the plan and want to tell Willow. Angel had to admit that he was feeling a tiny bit guilty about not letting the Scoobies know but he kept assuring himself that they'd understand.
His mind kept going back to the sight of Cordelia in the bath. Even covered in cuts and bruises she was still beautiful. Very timidly she'd rose out of the water to show him how well the marks on her chest were healing. The antiseptic he'd put on them straight away seemed to have done its job.
He was shook out of his reverie by Cordelia coming down the stairs looking beautiful in a white top and black jeans. She'd put on some makeup that managed to hide the worst of the bruises. She strut across the room like she meant business.
"Right, what weapons are we taking tonight?" She asked, business like. "I don't know, they may actually be human so I was thinking take a couple of stakes and axes just in case but just rely on our fists and some rope to tie them up."
"That sounds like a good idea. Shall we get them out now and get them into bags?" "Won't the Scoobies think it would be weird for us to start getting weapons out?" Angel asked.
She thought for a moment. "I guess we could tell them we're inventorying. But only if they ask."
They began pulling out some of the weapons they needed and began putting them into bags. They had almost finished when Anya came over.
"Cordelia, what are you doing with those rather dangerous looking weapons?"
"Just checking see what we have here and what we have upstairs." Cordy lied. "Oh good, for a moment there I was fearing another apocalyptic situation that I would be forced to run from again. I was wondering Cordelia if you could possibly put your problems aside and help me with mine. You see, I saw this dress in this magazine and it's blue. I don't really wear blue and I wasn't really sure that if I bought something blue that I would wear it. Of course, unless I decide to follow tradition and wear something blue for the wedding. But do you think blue really suits my complexion. I mean, I can see blue suits you; what from the bruises on your face. They really do go with your skin colour."
Cordelia shot Angel a puzzled expression and then one at Anya. "I'm not sure whether that was a compliment, an insult or a lapse in brain normality! Come talk to me tomorrow." She said and continued packing the bag she was holding.
She gave it to Angel then and went to see what Willow was doing.
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).
She filled the tub to the brim and added extra bubbles. She wished that Dennis could be there with her to scrub her back, she laughed remembering her slip when she'd admitted to Wesley what Dennis did with it.
There was a knock on the door. "I've brought you some tea." Angel said "You're an angel. Come on in, the door's open."
"I'm not an angel, well; not literally." He smiled and handed her a cup.
He sat down on the chair Cordelia had dragged in there when they'd first got the hotel. "Is the water helping?"
"A little." "You know, I was thinking. Maybe when everything calms down a little and gets back to normal you might want to move in here. With me, I mean. Or not, whatever." Angel stuttered.
"Boy, you can tell you haven't done that before." She giggled. "Well?" He prompted. "Yeah, I'd like to move in, actually I'd love it." She smiled shyly at him.
When it got to be about six o clock the rest of the Scoobies arrived. Cordelia was upstairs having a nap and Fred and Wesley were researching one of their pending cases. Giles and Willow instantly joined in. Gunn was playing on his video game with Connor. Xander hovered on the sidelines anxious to contribute to the game but not sure whether either of the two men liked him. Neither Gunn nor Connor particularly wanted the 'drip' in on their game and so said nothing. Buffy had insisted on patrolling and had dragged Spike with her. Anya wanted to wake Cordy up to ask her what she thought of a dress in her magazine but Angel wouldn't let her so she was spending her time reading his book over his shoulder and adding inadequate comments about the drawings of the demons. The whole AI gang were nervous about what was going to happen that night but couldn't voice their fears due to the presence of the Scoobies. Angel considered telling Giles and getting him on board but he suspected that he would be against the plan and want to tell Willow. Angel had to admit that he was feeling a tiny bit guilty about not letting the Scoobies know but he kept assuring himself that they'd understand.
His mind kept going back to the sight of Cordelia in the bath. Even covered in cuts and bruises she was still beautiful. Very timidly she'd rose out of the water to show him how well the marks on her chest were healing. The antiseptic he'd put on them straight away seemed to have done its job.
He was shook out of his reverie by Cordelia coming down the stairs looking beautiful in a white top and black jeans. She'd put on some makeup that managed to hide the worst of the bruises. She strut across the room like she meant business.
"Right, what weapons are we taking tonight?" She asked, business like. "I don't know, they may actually be human so I was thinking take a couple of stakes and axes just in case but just rely on our fists and some rope to tie them up."
"That sounds like a good idea. Shall we get them out now and get them into bags?" "Won't the Scoobies think it would be weird for us to start getting weapons out?" Angel asked.
She thought for a moment. "I guess we could tell them we're inventorying. But only if they ask."
They began pulling out some of the weapons they needed and began putting them into bags. They had almost finished when Anya came over.
"Cordelia, what are you doing with those rather dangerous looking weapons?"
"Just checking see what we have here and what we have upstairs." Cordy lied. "Oh good, for a moment there I was fearing another apocalyptic situation that I would be forced to run from again. I was wondering Cordelia if you could possibly put your problems aside and help me with mine. You see, I saw this dress in this magazine and it's blue. I don't really wear blue and I wasn't really sure that if I bought something blue that I would wear it. Of course, unless I decide to follow tradition and wear something blue for the wedding. But do you think blue really suits my complexion. I mean, I can see blue suits you; what from the bruises on your face. They really do go with your skin colour."
Cordelia shot Angel a puzzled expression and then one at Anya. "I'm not sure whether that was a compliment, an insult or a lapse in brain normality! Come talk to me tomorrow." She said and continued packing the bag she was holding.
She gave it to Angel then and went to see what Willow was doing.