Title: Fever
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None, I think!
Summary: When Cordelia's life is threatened by a fever is it medical or mystical?
"Hi guys" Buffy said and walked into the Hyperion with a suitcase.
Cordelia raised an eyebrow from where she was laid on the couch in the lobby but didn't move. She had a wet cloth of her forehead to try to bring down the fever that she knew was coming.
"Buffy, hello." Wesley greeted and came out of his office, a book in his hand. "What brings you to LA?"
"I'm here visiting my dad and I thought I would come see Angel. Is he here?" She left her suitcase by the door and came down the steps.
"He's out on a case with Fred and Gunn." Cordelia said in a voice hoarse from coughing. "He shouldn't be too long."
Buffy wrinkled her nose. "What's with you? Entering the LA pageant for sad looking women?"
"I'm ill." Cordelia replied simply. She might have added a comeback to that had she been feeling a bit better but sickness got the better of her.
"And you can't tell." Buffy said sarcastically.
Cordelia pulled the cloth over her eyes and said nothing.
"Is it okay if I wait here?" Buffy asked Wes.
"Of course, come into my office." He held his arm politely but without enthusiasm. He looked over Buffy's retreating shoulder and saw Cordelia mouth thank you.
Angel walked through the door and fell straight over, tumbling down the stairs. Gunn snickered and even Cordelia lifted her head to see Angel sprawled in a heap on the lobby floor and smirked.
"Why is there a suitcase in the doorway of my hotel?" Angel asked Cordelia sourly.
Fred giggled at the expression on Angel's face and sidestepped the suitcase in order to get into the hotel safely.
"You have a visitor." Cordelia said and then coughed.
"Who?" He asked and picked himself up off the floor.
"The love of your life." She muttered as Buffy came out of the office to envelope Angel in a hug.
"Buffy." Angel began, shocked as the slayer embraced him. "What are you doing here?"
"I was visiting my dad and I got pissed at him so I was thinking maybe I could stay with you until Giles comes to pick me up."
He looked at Cordelia's face over Buffy's shoulder. "Sure." He agreed lamely.
Cordelia threw up her hands and sank down into the cushions of the couch.
"Great!" The slayer beamed and kissed his cheek enthusiastically.
"Yeah, great." Cordelia muttered.
Angel came to sit next to Cordelia while Buffy went upstairs to her room. There was only one that was decent enough for someone to live in and thankfully it was on the floor above Angel's room.
"How are you?" He asked and took her hand.
"I feel like crap." She admitted. "And you, Mr Hospitality, invite Buffy 'I like to kill things' Summers to come and stay! Shall we upgrade to feeling like death? Yeah!"
She stopped to cough.
He took that opportunity to start talking. "Maybe you should stay here tonight."
She glared at him. "Did you not get the extent of my feelings just then? Buffy's staying here, which means I want to be anywhere except from here. Besides, she took the only liveable room."
"You could stay in my room." He suggested and stroked the soft skin on the inside of her wrist.
The movement made Cordelia feel woozy, it felt that good. "I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Why not?" He asked, watching her reaction to the movement of his fingers.
"What if you want Buffy to come back to your room? Not to have sex of course because if I see Angelus running around the place I'll stake him dead. But if you wanted her to come back for non-physical activities then it wouldn't look good to have me in there."
"Buffy is not coming back to my room." He promised.
Cordelia just gave him a look which said that she didn't believe him.
"You could have my room." Fred offered. "I could stay at Gunn's place. Then you won't be alone if you need help in the middle of the night. It's just across the hall from Angel's room."
"I don't want to chuck you out of your room Fred." She sneezed. "Besides, I have a ghost. All of you underestimate what he is capable of!"
Wes coughed. "Loofah!"
Cordelia glared at him but then doubled up in a coughing fit.
"Cordy, don't worry. I'll be fine at Gunn's." Fred concluded.
"Fred, do you want to go shopping?" Buffy asked the young Texan.
"Er, sure." Fred said doubtfully. "You don't want to ask Cordy?"
Buffy waved her hand in the air. "She's a little too 'bear with a sore head' for me."
Fred said nothing but grabbed her purse.
"We'll be back soon Angel." Buffy called out to him.
He looked up from the file he was reading. "Sure."
Cordelia shuffled into the lobby from the bathroom. "Where's Fred gone?"
"Shopping." Wes replied. "Could you look at this picture and tell me whether it is the demon you saw in your vision yesterday?"
"Sure." Cordelia muttered and then said under her breath. "Fred gets to go shopping; I get to look at demon pictures."
Wes looked up. "Are you okay? You seem a bit."
"Bitter, remorseful, left out?" She offered.
"Ill looking." He replied.
She blushed slightly. "That's the demon."
Wes thanked her and watched her walk to her desk and slump onto the chair.
"Maybe you should consider going to see a doctor."
"I have."
"You have?"
"You sound surprised." He could hear the smile in her voice. "I do have life beyond Angel Investigations. I do take care of myself and go shopping and go to the cinema. My doctor said that I have the flu or a bug that's going around. At this moment in time I think I might have both."
"Why don't you go home?" He suggested. "Go take a hot bath and go to bed early."
"I can't. Fred and Angel say that I've got to stop here tonight so he can take care of me. And besides, I have too much work to do. The Jensen case is pending as well that the one with the Sholah demon rising in the park. I need to do research and find out how to kill it and then." She was stopped by a coughing fit.
"Cordelia!" Wes commanded. "Go and rest. We can handle the business. If they want you to stop here then go and borrow Fred's bed or Angel's."
"But." She raised her head and started to complain.
"Cordelia!" Angel's voice cut her off. He marched up to her and picked her up off the chair.
"Angel, what are you doing?" She shouted.
"You are going to get in my bed and sleep." He ordered and looked at her sternly. His heart melted when he looked into her hazel eyes. "Then you can get well again and come back to work."
She gave up trying to argue and rested her head on his shoulder, letting him carry her to his room.
"What's going on?" Buffy asked as she came into the hotel, followed by Fred.
"Cordelia's sick. I'm taking her upstairs." Angel answered and started up the stairs.
"Oh, Cordelia has a room here too?" She asked innocently.
"No, I'm taking her to my room."
Buffy was left standing at the bottom of the stairs staring at Angel's retreating back wondering whether Cordelia stayed in Angel's room often.
Author: victoriamartynne
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: None, I think!
Summary: When Cordelia's life is threatened by a fever is it medical or mystical?
"Hi guys" Buffy said and walked into the Hyperion with a suitcase.
Cordelia raised an eyebrow from where she was laid on the couch in the lobby but didn't move. She had a wet cloth of her forehead to try to bring down the fever that she knew was coming.
"Buffy, hello." Wesley greeted and came out of his office, a book in his hand. "What brings you to LA?"
"I'm here visiting my dad and I thought I would come see Angel. Is he here?" She left her suitcase by the door and came down the steps.
"He's out on a case with Fred and Gunn." Cordelia said in a voice hoarse from coughing. "He shouldn't be too long."
Buffy wrinkled her nose. "What's with you? Entering the LA pageant for sad looking women?"
"I'm ill." Cordelia replied simply. She might have added a comeback to that had she been feeling a bit better but sickness got the better of her.
"And you can't tell." Buffy said sarcastically.
Cordelia pulled the cloth over her eyes and said nothing.
"Is it okay if I wait here?" Buffy asked Wes.
"Of course, come into my office." He held his arm politely but without enthusiasm. He looked over Buffy's retreating shoulder and saw Cordelia mouth thank you.
Angel walked through the door and fell straight over, tumbling down the stairs. Gunn snickered and even Cordelia lifted her head to see Angel sprawled in a heap on the lobby floor and smirked.
"Why is there a suitcase in the doorway of my hotel?" Angel asked Cordelia sourly.
Fred giggled at the expression on Angel's face and sidestepped the suitcase in order to get into the hotel safely.
"You have a visitor." Cordelia said and then coughed.
"Who?" He asked and picked himself up off the floor.
"The love of your life." She muttered as Buffy came out of the office to envelope Angel in a hug.
"Buffy." Angel began, shocked as the slayer embraced him. "What are you doing here?"
"I was visiting my dad and I got pissed at him so I was thinking maybe I could stay with you until Giles comes to pick me up."
He looked at Cordelia's face over Buffy's shoulder. "Sure." He agreed lamely.
Cordelia threw up her hands and sank down into the cushions of the couch.
"Great!" The slayer beamed and kissed his cheek enthusiastically.
"Yeah, great." Cordelia muttered.
Angel came to sit next to Cordelia while Buffy went upstairs to her room. There was only one that was decent enough for someone to live in and thankfully it was on the floor above Angel's room.
"How are you?" He asked and took her hand.
"I feel like crap." She admitted. "And you, Mr Hospitality, invite Buffy 'I like to kill things' Summers to come and stay! Shall we upgrade to feeling like death? Yeah!"
She stopped to cough.
He took that opportunity to start talking. "Maybe you should stay here tonight."
She glared at him. "Did you not get the extent of my feelings just then? Buffy's staying here, which means I want to be anywhere except from here. Besides, she took the only liveable room."
"You could stay in my room." He suggested and stroked the soft skin on the inside of her wrist.
The movement made Cordelia feel woozy, it felt that good. "I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Why not?" He asked, watching her reaction to the movement of his fingers.
"What if you want Buffy to come back to your room? Not to have sex of course because if I see Angelus running around the place I'll stake him dead. But if you wanted her to come back for non-physical activities then it wouldn't look good to have me in there."
"Buffy is not coming back to my room." He promised.
Cordelia just gave him a look which said that she didn't believe him.
"You could have my room." Fred offered. "I could stay at Gunn's place. Then you won't be alone if you need help in the middle of the night. It's just across the hall from Angel's room."
"I don't want to chuck you out of your room Fred." She sneezed. "Besides, I have a ghost. All of you underestimate what he is capable of!"
Wes coughed. "Loofah!"
Cordelia glared at him but then doubled up in a coughing fit.
"Cordy, don't worry. I'll be fine at Gunn's." Fred concluded.
"Fred, do you want to go shopping?" Buffy asked the young Texan.
"Er, sure." Fred said doubtfully. "You don't want to ask Cordy?"
Buffy waved her hand in the air. "She's a little too 'bear with a sore head' for me."
Fred said nothing but grabbed her purse.
"We'll be back soon Angel." Buffy called out to him.
He looked up from the file he was reading. "Sure."
Cordelia shuffled into the lobby from the bathroom. "Where's Fred gone?"
"Shopping." Wes replied. "Could you look at this picture and tell me whether it is the demon you saw in your vision yesterday?"
"Sure." Cordelia muttered and then said under her breath. "Fred gets to go shopping; I get to look at demon pictures."
Wes looked up. "Are you okay? You seem a bit."
"Bitter, remorseful, left out?" She offered.
"Ill looking." He replied.
She blushed slightly. "That's the demon."
Wes thanked her and watched her walk to her desk and slump onto the chair.
"Maybe you should consider going to see a doctor."
"I have."
"You have?"
"You sound surprised." He could hear the smile in her voice. "I do have life beyond Angel Investigations. I do take care of myself and go shopping and go to the cinema. My doctor said that I have the flu or a bug that's going around. At this moment in time I think I might have both."
"Why don't you go home?" He suggested. "Go take a hot bath and go to bed early."
"I can't. Fred and Angel say that I've got to stop here tonight so he can take care of me. And besides, I have too much work to do. The Jensen case is pending as well that the one with the Sholah demon rising in the park. I need to do research and find out how to kill it and then." She was stopped by a coughing fit.
"Cordelia!" Wes commanded. "Go and rest. We can handle the business. If they want you to stop here then go and borrow Fred's bed or Angel's."
"But." She raised her head and started to complain.
"Cordelia!" Angel's voice cut her off. He marched up to her and picked her up off the chair.
"Angel, what are you doing?" She shouted.
"You are going to get in my bed and sleep." He ordered and looked at her sternly. His heart melted when he looked into her hazel eyes. "Then you can get well again and come back to work."
She gave up trying to argue and rested her head on his shoulder, letting him carry her to his room.
"What's going on?" Buffy asked as she came into the hotel, followed by Fred.
"Cordelia's sick. I'm taking her upstairs." Angel answered and started up the stairs.
"Oh, Cordelia has a room here too?" She asked innocently.
"No, I'm taking her to my room."
Buffy was left standing at the bottom of the stairs staring at Angel's retreating back wondering whether Cordelia stayed in Angel's room often.