Title: Visitation Rights
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None, I think!
Summary: The Scoobies come to visit in the face of an apocalypse and Buffy learns some home truths about Cordelia and Angel's relationship.
Getting better she did. The next morning, the gang were all working in the offices, as well as the Scoobies.
Even Buffy and Spike were there.
They all got the shock of their lives when she came walking through the door with her bag in her hand looking like nothing had happened. "Hey guys!"
Angel got up from his desk, a stony expression on his face. "Why are you not tucked up in a hospital bed eating grapes and not standing up?"
"Angel, sweetie." Cordelia held out her bag and he took it obediently.
Behind him Wes turned away smirking. He was used to their fights and he had a feeling this one would be a big one.
"Do I look ill?"
"No, but."
"Do I look like I need to stay in bed?"
"No, but."
"Do I look like I am having trouble walking right now?"
"No, but Cordelia!" He shouted.
"Yes Angel?" She smiled sweetly. She was expecting the third degree.
"Why are you not in hospital?" He asked and ended up staring at her back as she went up to Connor's crib. She saw he was awake and picked him up, cooing.
"Cordelia Chase!"
"Ooh," Cordelia cooed to Connor. "I think daddy's mad. He's just upset because I didn't call him to come pick me up from the hospital. But to be honest with you I really didn't want to see him burst into a human fireball. He thinks I should be in bed right now playing at being helpless. But I'm not helpless, no I'm not! I missed you little guy!" She leant down and kissed him softly on his head before putting him back in his crib.
She turned to look at what Willow was doing on her laptop. "Looks interesting, what is it?"
Willow was about to explain but Angel cut her off. "How did you get home?"
"I got a cab."
"How did you get out?"
"I signed myself out, it wasn't Alcatraz, you know. I wasn't chained to the bed being fed porridge and gruel." She replied.
Angel felt the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile but realised he was be mad at her. The truth was he was glad to see her out of hospital, more than glad. Ecstatic even. "I would feel better if you at least stayed in bed for a while."
"Okay." She surprised him by agreeing so quickly. "But there's one thing I need to do first."
He stood and looked at her as if to say 'get on with it then'.
She turned and went into Wes's office. She came back with the wooden statue that he kept on his desk.
As she walked past Buffy she hit her around the face with it, hard.
"The next time you want to vent your anger because your ex lover has moved on to better things, why don't you do it by killing a few vampires or even getting a stress reliever? Anything except throwing me off a first floor balcony, okay?"
With that she walked straight upstairs leaving Angel to follow silently. After all, there was nothing to say. Cordelia had said it all.
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None, I think!
Summary: The Scoobies come to visit in the face of an apocalypse and Buffy learns some home truths about Cordelia and Angel's relationship.
Getting better she did. The next morning, the gang were all working in the offices, as well as the Scoobies.
Even Buffy and Spike were there.
They all got the shock of their lives when she came walking through the door with her bag in her hand looking like nothing had happened. "Hey guys!"
Angel got up from his desk, a stony expression on his face. "Why are you not tucked up in a hospital bed eating grapes and not standing up?"
"Angel, sweetie." Cordelia held out her bag and he took it obediently.
Behind him Wes turned away smirking. He was used to their fights and he had a feeling this one would be a big one.
"Do I look ill?"
"No, but."
"Do I look like I need to stay in bed?"
"No, but."
"Do I look like I am having trouble walking right now?"
"No, but Cordelia!" He shouted.
"Yes Angel?" She smiled sweetly. She was expecting the third degree.
"Why are you not in hospital?" He asked and ended up staring at her back as she went up to Connor's crib. She saw he was awake and picked him up, cooing.
"Cordelia Chase!"
"Ooh," Cordelia cooed to Connor. "I think daddy's mad. He's just upset because I didn't call him to come pick me up from the hospital. But to be honest with you I really didn't want to see him burst into a human fireball. He thinks I should be in bed right now playing at being helpless. But I'm not helpless, no I'm not! I missed you little guy!" She leant down and kissed him softly on his head before putting him back in his crib.
She turned to look at what Willow was doing on her laptop. "Looks interesting, what is it?"
Willow was about to explain but Angel cut her off. "How did you get home?"
"I got a cab."
"How did you get out?"
"I signed myself out, it wasn't Alcatraz, you know. I wasn't chained to the bed being fed porridge and gruel." She replied.
Angel felt the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile but realised he was be mad at her. The truth was he was glad to see her out of hospital, more than glad. Ecstatic even. "I would feel better if you at least stayed in bed for a while."
"Okay." She surprised him by agreeing so quickly. "But there's one thing I need to do first."
He stood and looked at her as if to say 'get on with it then'.
She turned and went into Wes's office. She came back with the wooden statue that he kept on his desk.
As she walked past Buffy she hit her around the face with it, hard.
"The next time you want to vent your anger because your ex lover has moved on to better things, why don't you do it by killing a few vampires or even getting a stress reliever? Anything except throwing me off a first floor balcony, okay?"
With that she walked straight upstairs leaving Angel to follow silently. After all, there was nothing to say. Cordelia had said it all.