Title: A Twist of Fate
Author: cookie_dough
Email: angeliccordy@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: None, AU
Rating: PG-13
Distribution: Just ask, I'll probably say yes
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, or the show, they belong to Joss, David, and anyone else I've forgotten to mention, I'm just borrowing them.
Summary: I suck at summaries, so here goes, completely AU, what if Angel and Cordy were to meet under different circumstances than how they met in Sunnydale?
AN; Just to clear a few things up, this is completely AU, Cordy and Angel haven't met and Sunnydale never happened, also Angel is human.
Chapter 2
Cordelia stood in front of the mirror making the final adjustments to her make up, when Derrick called up to her.
'Cordelia, we're gonna be late, I've made reservations for eight.'
'I'm coming, just let me get my bag.' She picked it up and made her way down the stairs, where Derrick stood holding her coat. They made their way out to the car and headed for the restaurant.
Angel pulled his car up outside of Isabelle's apartment and rang the bell. She soon appeared and Angel walked her to the car.
Derrick pulled the car up outside the restaurant and they made their way inside.
'Reservations for Parker eight o'clock.'
'Thank you sir, if you'd like to follow me, I'll show you to your table.' They followed the waitress and sat down at table three.
'Now can I get you any drinks before you order.'
'Yes, I'd like a glass of red wine.'
'And for you Miss?'
'Just a mineral water thanks.'
'I'll be right back with a menu and your drinks.'
'Reservations for two at eight thirty.'
'Yes sir and what's the name?'
'Angel Hathaway.'
'Right this way sir.' The waiter led them to table number eight, where they sat and ordered drinks, a white wine for Isabelle and a diet coke for Angel as he was driving.
The night was moving fairly slowly; they had already had their first course and their main meal and were now waiting for their dessert. Isabelle had done a lot of the talking tonight, while Angel sat and contemplated running off before the dessert cart appeared. Now he remembered why he was going to stop dating her. It was not the fact that she talked so much, although that was a factor, it was the way she treated people, as if she only cared about herself. She had the waiter nearly in tears over the lateness of their meal and quality of service, and he was a grown man. Their desserts arrived and they finished them quickly. Angel wanted this night over as soon as possible. However something caught his attention on the other side of the restaurant, table three, a young woman was having an argument with her dinner guest.
Table Three
'Cordelia, there's something that I need to say.' Replied Derrick with a serious face.
'Yes Derrick.'
~Oh my God, this is it, he's going to propose~ thought Cordelia, trying to hide her excitement.
~Come on Derrick, just say it, the sooner the better~ he said to himself.
'We've been together for a while now ..and I care a lot about you ...'
Cordelia couldn't help it, the smile was working its way across her face.
'... but I think we should break up.'
Cordelia's face fell.
'Ah, ah what did you say?'
'I think we should break up.'
'Funny, that's what I thought you said.' Replied Cordelia, getting a little worked up.
'Just calm down.'
'Calm down, calm down. I'm carrying your baby and you just broke up with me, how else did you think I would react?' she yelled.
'Cordelia, keep your voice down, your causing a scene.'
'Oh, I'm causing a scene am I? Well I don't care.'
Derrick looked nervously around the restaurant, trying to keep a low profile. While other people turned their focus to the scene in front of them. Derrick smiled to them and they carried on with their meals.
'So that's it, you just want to break up with me for no good reason?'
'Not exactly .. its just Melinda said ...'
'Who's Melinda?' she yelled.
'Well Melinda ... is my fiancée.'
'Your What!'
'And we're having a baby.'
'Hello, I'm the pregnant one, carrying your child!'
'I know, but we want to get married.'
'And how long has this been going on, huh Derrick, days, weeks, months?!'
'About ten months.'
'That's why ... why you spend all your time here, isn't it ... isn't it!'
'Yes!' he yelled looking up at her.
'Oh my God, that's why we moved here ... so you could be with HER. Tell me Derrick, when is she due?'
'In about a month.' Cordelia looked at him with disbelief. She got up and grabbed her coat and bag.
'Where are you going?'
'As far away from you as possible!' She walked away from the table, as the waiter approached Derrick.
'Will that be cash or charge 'sir'?' Pronouncing the last word though clenched teeth. Derrick reached into his jacket for his wallet.
Meanwhile back on table eight, Angel decided to go and pay for the meal. Excusing himself from the table, he went to settle their bill.
After paying he turned to leave the bar, when someone bumped into him, doubling over in pain.
'Oh, I'm sorry.' He apologised as he turned to see the young woman from table three, who was also heavily pregnant.
'Ahhhrrggg!' She yelled.
'Are you alright?'
'No, I've just broken up with my boyfriend, and I think I'm going into labour.'
'Are you sure?'
'Ahhhrrggg! Pretty sure.'
'Ah, my car's just out front, I'll take you to the hospital.'
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AN: Okay guys, what did ya think? Please r&r
Author: cookie_dough
Email: angeliccordy@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: None, AU
Rating: PG-13
Distribution: Just ask, I'll probably say yes
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, or the show, they belong to Joss, David, and anyone else I've forgotten to mention, I'm just borrowing them.
Summary: I suck at summaries, so here goes, completely AU, what if Angel and Cordy were to meet under different circumstances than how they met in Sunnydale?
AN; Just to clear a few things up, this is completely AU, Cordy and Angel haven't met and Sunnydale never happened, also Angel is human.
Chapter 2
Cordelia stood in front of the mirror making the final adjustments to her make up, when Derrick called up to her.
'Cordelia, we're gonna be late, I've made reservations for eight.'
'I'm coming, just let me get my bag.' She picked it up and made her way down the stairs, where Derrick stood holding her coat. They made their way out to the car and headed for the restaurant.
Angel pulled his car up outside of Isabelle's apartment and rang the bell. She soon appeared and Angel walked her to the car.
Derrick pulled the car up outside the restaurant and they made their way inside.
'Reservations for Parker eight o'clock.'
'Thank you sir, if you'd like to follow me, I'll show you to your table.' They followed the waitress and sat down at table three.
'Now can I get you any drinks before you order.'
'Yes, I'd like a glass of red wine.'
'And for you Miss?'
'Just a mineral water thanks.'
'I'll be right back with a menu and your drinks.'
'Reservations for two at eight thirty.'
'Yes sir and what's the name?'
'Angel Hathaway.'
'Right this way sir.' The waiter led them to table number eight, where they sat and ordered drinks, a white wine for Isabelle and a diet coke for Angel as he was driving.
The night was moving fairly slowly; they had already had their first course and their main meal and were now waiting for their dessert. Isabelle had done a lot of the talking tonight, while Angel sat and contemplated running off before the dessert cart appeared. Now he remembered why he was going to stop dating her. It was not the fact that she talked so much, although that was a factor, it was the way she treated people, as if she only cared about herself. She had the waiter nearly in tears over the lateness of their meal and quality of service, and he was a grown man. Their desserts arrived and they finished them quickly. Angel wanted this night over as soon as possible. However something caught his attention on the other side of the restaurant, table three, a young woman was having an argument with her dinner guest.
Table Three
'Cordelia, there's something that I need to say.' Replied Derrick with a serious face.
'Yes Derrick.'
~Oh my God, this is it, he's going to propose~ thought Cordelia, trying to hide her excitement.
~Come on Derrick, just say it, the sooner the better~ he said to himself.
'We've been together for a while now ..and I care a lot about you ...'
Cordelia couldn't help it, the smile was working its way across her face.
'... but I think we should break up.'
Cordelia's face fell.
'Ah, ah what did you say?'
'I think we should break up.'
'Funny, that's what I thought you said.' Replied Cordelia, getting a little worked up.
'Just calm down.'
'Calm down, calm down. I'm carrying your baby and you just broke up with me, how else did you think I would react?' she yelled.
'Cordelia, keep your voice down, your causing a scene.'
'Oh, I'm causing a scene am I? Well I don't care.'
Derrick looked nervously around the restaurant, trying to keep a low profile. While other people turned their focus to the scene in front of them. Derrick smiled to them and they carried on with their meals.
'So that's it, you just want to break up with me for no good reason?'
'Not exactly .. its just Melinda said ...'
'Who's Melinda?' she yelled.
'Well Melinda ... is my fiancée.'
'Your What!'
'And we're having a baby.'
'Hello, I'm the pregnant one, carrying your child!'
'I know, but we want to get married.'
'And how long has this been going on, huh Derrick, days, weeks, months?!'
'About ten months.'
'That's why ... why you spend all your time here, isn't it ... isn't it!'
'Yes!' he yelled looking up at her.
'Oh my God, that's why we moved here ... so you could be with HER. Tell me Derrick, when is she due?'
'In about a month.' Cordelia looked at him with disbelief. She got up and grabbed her coat and bag.
'Where are you going?'
'As far away from you as possible!' She walked away from the table, as the waiter approached Derrick.
'Will that be cash or charge 'sir'?' Pronouncing the last word though clenched teeth. Derrick reached into his jacket for his wallet.
Meanwhile back on table eight, Angel decided to go and pay for the meal. Excusing himself from the table, he went to settle their bill.
After paying he turned to leave the bar, when someone bumped into him, doubling over in pain.
'Oh, I'm sorry.' He apologised as he turned to see the young woman from table three, who was also heavily pregnant.
'Ahhhrrggg!' She yelled.
'Are you alright?'
'No, I've just broken up with my boyfriend, and I think I'm going into labour.'
'Are you sure?'
'Ahhhrrggg! Pretty sure.'
'Ah, my car's just out front, I'll take you to the hospital.'
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AN: Okay guys, what did ya think? Please r&r
