Disclaimer; none of the characters are mine, sadly, except for Caitlin. I
wouldn't mind Angel though, so if you're reading, Joss...*sweet innocent
smile*
Author's Note; Okay, here it is, chapter two especially for my lovely (and first of many I hope) reviewer, dogspikelover11. Keep reading and I'll keep writing.
Chapter 2
Cordelia descended the stairs into Caritas and looked around for Lorne. Seeing him stood at the bar talking to one of his barmen, Cordy headed over to him.
"Cordelia! To what do we owe the pleasure?" Lorne announced with a smile.
Always the charmer, Cordelia thought to herself. "Our favourite super- girl didn't come home last night and she's been pretty unhappy lately, big emphasis on the UN."
"Tell me about it," Lorne replied. "That girl's suffering from some major heartache. I thought she was gonna burst into tears right in front of me."
"She was here last night?" Cordy asked.
"Was and still is," Lorne said, leading Cordy through to a bedroom at the back of the club, where Caitlin lay on a huge, red satin covered bed, fast asleep. "She had a few too many pinkies."
"Pinkies?"
"Cocktail. Raoul's speciality. The blue ones are great but the pink ones - lethal concoction," Lorne explained with a shiver of displeasure.
"How many did she have?" Cordelia asked, already knowing the answer.
"More than one, and believe me, one is enough. She was out cold after an hour or so, and passing out on a table – very unattractive, so I had her brought in here for safe keeping. She is not gonna be a happy bunny when she wakes up."
"Yeah, can't wait for that!" Cordy replied sarcastically as Lorne left her to it.
***
"Cordelia should have found her by now, right?" Angel said, worried that Caitlin had not turned up yet. Perhaps she had run into trouble of the fanged variety last night. Being a Slayer didn't mean she was totally invulnerable.
"Whatever's wrong with her - she wouldn't - I mean, you don't think she'd...do anything stupid, do you?" Fred asked quietly.
"I think Caitlin's smarter than that. Whatever problem she has, she'd come to us long before it ever got that serious," Wesley said reassuringly.
Just then the doors to the hotel opened, letting sunlight stream into the reception area. Cordelia and Caitlin entered the hotel, letting the doors swing closed behind them.
"Look who I found, safe and sound as promised," Cordelia announced to everyone.
"Caitlin!" Angel said, relieved she was okay, "What happened -"
Caitlin said nothing but held up a hand, signalling for Angel to back off. Holding her head as if in pain, she headed up the stairs to a room she sometimes used when it was too late to go back to the apartment she shared with Cordelia. As she disappeared upstairs, Angel looked to Cordelia for an explanation.
"I found her at Caritas. Lorne said she was drowning her sorrows with Raoul's special pink cocktails," Cordy said.
"Oooh, never touch the pink ones," Gunn said knowingly with a wince.
"Exactly," Cordelia continued, "And apparently she had more than a few. So she'll be feeling a little delicate for the rest of the day."
***
Angel knocked softly on Caitlin's door. There was a muffled reply that sounded something like 'come in' so he opened the door and went inside. Caitlin sat on her bed, curled up with her head in her arms.
Boy, this was gonna be awkward.
"Hey," Angel said softly, sitting beside her on the bed. "I brought coffee and doughnuts." He set them down on the table beside her, stalling for time. "How are you feeling?" Caitlin didn't respond, so he added tentatively, "Is there anything you want to talk about?"
Caitlin slowly lifted her head to look at him. She didn't look too happy. "I think there's something wrong with me."
Angel smiled sympathetically and replied, "That would be the after affects of those pink cocktails you were drinking last night."
Caitlin slowly shook her head, careful not to make the pain any worse. "No, not that – something else..."
Angel looked concerned, "What do you mean?"
Caitlin took a deep breath, "Well, you know my perfect hand-eye co- ordination?" She looked behind him and he turned to see what she was looking at. A dartboard hung on the far wall, surrounded by knives – some sticking in the wall, some lying on the floor – everywhere but the dartboard. Angel turned back to Caitlin, realising that something was wrong. "Oh, and this," she added, pointing to the still swollen black eye that she had received as a memento from a particularly vicious fight with a really disgusting demon a few nights ago, "Not healing as fast as it should." She sighed heavily and brushed her hair back out of her face. "Angel, I'm getting weaker, I can feel it...something's wrong..."
***
Author's Note; Okay, here it is, chapter two especially for my lovely (and first of many I hope) reviewer, dogspikelover11. Keep reading and I'll keep writing.
Chapter 2
Cordelia descended the stairs into Caritas and looked around for Lorne. Seeing him stood at the bar talking to one of his barmen, Cordy headed over to him.
"Cordelia! To what do we owe the pleasure?" Lorne announced with a smile.
Always the charmer, Cordelia thought to herself. "Our favourite super- girl didn't come home last night and she's been pretty unhappy lately, big emphasis on the UN."
"Tell me about it," Lorne replied. "That girl's suffering from some major heartache. I thought she was gonna burst into tears right in front of me."
"She was here last night?" Cordy asked.
"Was and still is," Lorne said, leading Cordy through to a bedroom at the back of the club, where Caitlin lay on a huge, red satin covered bed, fast asleep. "She had a few too many pinkies."
"Pinkies?"
"Cocktail. Raoul's speciality. The blue ones are great but the pink ones - lethal concoction," Lorne explained with a shiver of displeasure.
"How many did she have?" Cordelia asked, already knowing the answer.
"More than one, and believe me, one is enough. She was out cold after an hour or so, and passing out on a table – very unattractive, so I had her brought in here for safe keeping. She is not gonna be a happy bunny when she wakes up."
"Yeah, can't wait for that!" Cordy replied sarcastically as Lorne left her to it.
***
"Cordelia should have found her by now, right?" Angel said, worried that Caitlin had not turned up yet. Perhaps she had run into trouble of the fanged variety last night. Being a Slayer didn't mean she was totally invulnerable.
"Whatever's wrong with her - she wouldn't - I mean, you don't think she'd...do anything stupid, do you?" Fred asked quietly.
"I think Caitlin's smarter than that. Whatever problem she has, she'd come to us long before it ever got that serious," Wesley said reassuringly.
Just then the doors to the hotel opened, letting sunlight stream into the reception area. Cordelia and Caitlin entered the hotel, letting the doors swing closed behind them.
"Look who I found, safe and sound as promised," Cordelia announced to everyone.
"Caitlin!" Angel said, relieved she was okay, "What happened -"
Caitlin said nothing but held up a hand, signalling for Angel to back off. Holding her head as if in pain, she headed up the stairs to a room she sometimes used when it was too late to go back to the apartment she shared with Cordelia. As she disappeared upstairs, Angel looked to Cordelia for an explanation.
"I found her at Caritas. Lorne said she was drowning her sorrows with Raoul's special pink cocktails," Cordy said.
"Oooh, never touch the pink ones," Gunn said knowingly with a wince.
"Exactly," Cordelia continued, "And apparently she had more than a few. So she'll be feeling a little delicate for the rest of the day."
***
Angel knocked softly on Caitlin's door. There was a muffled reply that sounded something like 'come in' so he opened the door and went inside. Caitlin sat on her bed, curled up with her head in her arms.
Boy, this was gonna be awkward.
"Hey," Angel said softly, sitting beside her on the bed. "I brought coffee and doughnuts." He set them down on the table beside her, stalling for time. "How are you feeling?" Caitlin didn't respond, so he added tentatively, "Is there anything you want to talk about?"
Caitlin slowly lifted her head to look at him. She didn't look too happy. "I think there's something wrong with me."
Angel smiled sympathetically and replied, "That would be the after affects of those pink cocktails you were drinking last night."
Caitlin slowly shook her head, careful not to make the pain any worse. "No, not that – something else..."
Angel looked concerned, "What do you mean?"
Caitlin took a deep breath, "Well, you know my perfect hand-eye co- ordination?" She looked behind him and he turned to see what she was looking at. A dartboard hung on the far wall, surrounded by knives – some sticking in the wall, some lying on the floor – everywhere but the dartboard. Angel turned back to Caitlin, realising that something was wrong. "Oh, and this," she added, pointing to the still swollen black eye that she had received as a memento from a particularly vicious fight with a really disgusting demon a few nights ago, "Not healing as fast as it should." She sighed heavily and brushed her hair back out of her face. "Angel, I'm getting weaker, I can feel it...something's wrong..."
***
