Title: Untitled

Author: Lily -- lilyana_vamp@yahoo.com

Rating: R-NC-17...eventually

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Distribution: If you want it, take it...just let me know where it

went.

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Summary: When the unspeakable happens, the unspeakable is brought

about...but not without some complications.

Author's Notes: This is SOOO needing a name.please make suggestions when you leave feedback!!

Part 7 Home Sweet Hell

Angel hesitated before walking through the hospital doors. This building housed, for sure, a young woman who had trusted him with her life and then he almost killed her. It possibly held the woman that he loved. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face either of them. He grabbed Wesley's arm as the automatic doors opened.

"What's the matter Angel?"

"Fred..she's going to hate me. I don't know if I can see her, not yet."

"Angel, you can't hide from what happened. You have to face your demons.quite literally. Besides, we need to go see if this Jane Doe is really Cordelia."

"How could it be Wes? We both saw her die. You brought her to the morgue yourself."

"Angel, you're a vampire. Lorne is a green, horned demon. Connor aged 16 years in a Hell Dimension. The fact that Cordelia is alive is the most plausible thing I can think of in our lives," the man smiled and pulled Angel through the doors. "Now let's go."

Angel followed Wes up the stairs. Everywhere he could smell sickness and impending death, but nothing rattled him more than Fred's scent. As they approached her room, the smell of her threatened to drive Angel from the hospital. It wasn't her smell exactly, but the guilt that it spawned inside of him. "Wes."

Wesley pushed Angel into the room and he saw Fred lying on the bed. She looked so small and pale, but her eyes still shone brightly. "Angel?" she whispered.

"Hi Fred," he answered for lack of anything better to say. "How are.Oh Fred, I'm so sorry!"

Wesley covered his eyes with his hand and shook his head. He had called Fred before they left the Hyperion and filled her in on what had happened. She seemed remarkably calm about seeing Angel so soon.

"Angel, it's okay," she told him in her Texan drawl. "I understand what happened; Wes told me everything. I'm just so glad that you're back."

The vampire smiled at the young girl apologetically. "I don't deserve your forgiveness."

"Damn straight you don't." Gunn walked in and sat on the edge of Fred's hospital bed, creating a barrier between her and Angel.

"Charles, that's not Angelus. He's Angel again."

"I don't care who he is. That face tried to kill you."

"Gunn, I know you're pissed at me, and I don't blame you. I just hope that someday we can be on somewhat friendly terms again," Angel spoke to the man quietly and then showed himself out of the room.

"He'll come around."

"I shouldn't have come here Wes."

Wesley decided to move onto other pressing business. "We need to check out Jane Doe."

"Yeah."

The two walked to the information desk and Wesley tapped lightly on the window. The attendant, busily talking on the phone held up a perfectly painted finger. As she rambled about "he said" and "she said", both men were suddenly reminded of Cordelia. "Excuse me Miss."

"Oh, hold on a sec Jess." The woman opened the window. "What can I do for you?"

"We're here to see a patient."

"Name?"

"Well, she's a Jane Doe."

"Are you family or friends of Miss Doe's?"

"We aren't exactly sure if we're anything to her. That's why we're here."

"Well if you aren't family or friends, I can't give you any information."

"The police contacted us and said she might be someone we know."

"You don't know if you know Miss Doe? That's a little odd."

Angel, finally fed up with the young woman's ignorance gently pushed Wesley out of the way. "Listen Miss, a Jane Doe is a person without identification. The purpose of our visit is to see if we can identify her. So tell us what room she's in so that we can find out if she's our friend."

"Geez, you don't have to be so impatient. Oh yes, Jane Doe, Room 614." The woman promptly closed the window in Angel's face and went back to her mindless conversation.

Wesley and Angel looked at each other and shook their heads and proceeded to the sixth floor of the hospital. Outside of room 614, Angel froze. "You go see. I..I can't put myself through seeing this woman if it's not Cordelia."

Wesley nodded. "I understand Angel."

The vampire waited outside the door and paced back and forth. He played with his hands and ran them through his hair as he waited for Wesley to return with the answer. Of course, by the scent coming from the room, he already knew the answer.

"Angel! Angel, come in here!" Wes called from the room.

Angel took a deep, un-needed breath and walked into the dark room. On the bed was his Cordelia. She looked so beautiful and perfect, the only thing missing was her smile. He wanted to reach out and take her in his arms, but she lay motionless. "Cordy?" He watched her eyelids flutter, but they didn't open. As the doctor walked in, he turned to face him. "What's wrong with her?"

"Well, we're not exactly sure. Physically, she's in superb shape. There's nothing wrong with her that should keep her from waking up, but she just hasn't."

"How did she get here?" Wes asked him.

"We're not sure of that either. She just appeared out front, naked and unconscious."

Angel's heart sank at the thought of her being so vulnerable. He tuned out the rest of Wesley's and the doctor's conversation, knowing Wes would fill him in later. He sat on the edge of Cordy's bed and caressed her face tenderly, brushing a lock out of her eye. The memory of the night she died came rushing into his mind and it almost floored him. He felt the tears threaten to escape. "Cordy, can you hear me?" he choked out.

He saw her stir slightly, but she still did not awaken. Angel held her hand and talked to her softly. "Cordy, if you can hear me, I just want you to know that I love you. I want you to wake up. I need you to wake up. I need you to come home. I can't do this without you. Besides, I need you there to deal with Connor.I don't think I was ever this moody when I was a teenager," he joked quietly and felt her squeeze his hand. "Cordy?"

He watched as her eyes opened and stared into his. She stared at him, trying to recognize his face, but he could see that she did not. "Cordy, it's me," he smiled and then he saw the terror in her eyes. She screamed, and it was a sound that threatened to break his heart along with his super- sensitive eardrums. "Cordy, it's okay, it's me, Angel. No one's going to hurt you. He.He's gone."

She lay on the bed, shaking and breathing heavily as she stared at him wide- eyed. Wesley came to her side and touched her shoulder. "It will all be alright Cordelia. We are all here."

Angel slipped out the door, his heart aching inside him at the thought of her thinking he was Angelus. He had hoped that when she woke up, she'd give him her infectious smile and he'd be able to kiss her and hold her and never let her go. But he couldn't because she thought he was the worst demon any of them had ever faced.

Wesley came to the doorway. "Angel, you need to come in here. You can't hide from this."

"I'm not hiding Wesley. I.I just don't want to scare her. I never want to see her that scared, especially because of me."

"Oh, just get in the bloody room man and face the music. You're the only one that can get a reaction out of her. As soon as you left, she went into a catatonic state. Get in here and bring back the woman you love!"

Angel gathered all of his strength and again walked to her bedside. "Cor? Please wake up. I promise, I'll never let anyone hurt you again. Just please come back to us." He watched as the life came back into her eyes, and the fear again. "No Cordy, I'm not him anymore. You made me come back, remember? You told me I had to come back and make things right. Well, that's what I'm trying to do, but you have to come back too. I'm not going to hold up my end of the bargain if you're going to just lay there and stare at the ceiling because you don't want to come back to work." He saw her eyes soften slightly.

"Angel?" she whispered almost too quietly to hear.

"Yes Cordy, it's me. Do you know where you are?"

She looked around the room and lifted up her arm to see the IV's and wires. "Well, with the absence of fluffy clouds and other pretty stuff, I'm guessing not heaven. Oh God, did they send me to Hell because of the part demon thing?" She reached up and grabbed Angel by the front of his shirt. "I don't want to be in Hell."

"You aren't in Hell Cordy, you're back on Earth. You in LA."

"Close enough." She tried to pull the wires and IV's out but Angel stopped her.

"Don't Cor, you'll hurt yourself. Just wait for the doctor." Angel stepped away so the doctor could examine her.

"You'll both have to step out for a bit. We'll have to run some tests and then we'll know if there is any reason she can't go home."

"I don't want to leave her," Angel argued.

"Please sir, we have to examine her. It will take an hour tops. Why don't you and your friend go get a cup of coffee and we'll page you when we're done. Here," the doctor handed Angel a ten dollar bill. "I'll even pay for your dinner since you were able to wake up and identify our Jane Doe," the man smiled thankfully.

"I can't take your money."

"Please, I insist." The doctor turned away and began to take Cordelia's blood pressure and temperature.

"I'll be right back Cordy, I promise."

"You'd better be or I'll find you and kick your ass. I hate hospitals."

Angel smiled and went on a coffee run with Wesley. Almost an hour later, they heard their names being called over the intercom. "Come on Wesley, let's go!" he yelled and pulled the man out of his chair.

Wesley jumped as the hot coffee spilled on the front of him but he couldn't bring himself to yell at Angel. "I'm right behind you Angel."

Angel ran into the room and took Cordy into his arms. "What did the doctor say?"

"Tell me you've got the car, because I've been sprung!!" She hugged him tightly.

As they pulled up outside of the Hyperion, Angel jumped out and lifted Cordy out of the car. "I can walk Angel."

"No, I've got you."

The two men walked through the door and were met by Lorne. "Hiya Wes, Angelcakes. What's been shakin'?" he asked, Seabreeze in hand. "Oh my, is that who I think it is? Princess? Is it really you?"

"If it's not, it's a really good facsimile," she smiled at the demon brightly. "Hi Lorne."

"Oh honey, it's so good to see you. I never thought I'd be so happy to see a human in my life!"

"Hey, part demon now buddy, and don't you forget it," she joked. "Angel, you can put me down. I'm not going anywhere." He sat her on the couch and then sat next to her, his arm still around her. "Ahh.home sweet hell..I mean hotel. I see none of you burned it down in my absence."

"So, where's Connor?" she asked quietly. She knew she had to face the boy sooner or later. She'd rather it be sooner so she didn't have to dread it any longer. She had to make sure he knew that what had happened between them was history.

"Upstairs, I'll go get-" Lorne turned to see the boy standing in the doorway. "Connor, look who-"

In a flash Connor was by the couch, pinning Cordelia to the back. He grabbed her by the throat, his eyes flashing in anger. "Who the Hell are you and what are you doing here? Cordy is dead."

Angel pulled his son off of Cordy and held him away. "What are you doing Connor? That is Cordy. She came back.somehow." He turned to Cordelia. "How did you come back anyways?"

"I, uh, well.um." Cordy fumbled with her words. This was going to be a tough one to explain.