Sorry for the long delay in updated. Writers block sucks.
All belongs to Joss not me.
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"Angel, where am I? How did I get here?" Cordelia tried to sit up, but found it surprisingly difficult.
"You don't remember?" Inside a part of Angel rejoiced. Maybe she didn't remember Angelous' return.
"I was coming to see you. Sid stopped me and there was light. Then I could hear you talking and I woke up. Angel what's going on?"
"Cordy, it's been over a year. A lot has happened. Maybe you should take it easy for a while. I'll fill you in on the last year's events." Of course minus a few details I'd rather not remember myself.
Angel began with how he had been rescued and how Angel Investigations had begun the journey to its current state.
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A few hours later
"So this Jasmine thing, she used me to come here?"
"Yes, you came back but it was her, she just needed a body. She had been setting this up since you got your visions."
"Couldn't you tell it wasn't me?" How could he not know the difference?
"We all knew something was different. I thought it was because you had changed you mind about me, about us." Angel looked down at his shoes.
A hand touched his face and pulled his eyes up again.
"I won't ever change my mind about you." Cordelia no longer seemed fragile, she was beaming.
Angel leaned forward and kissed her gently.
"How about you find a doctor and see about getting me out of this place. I feel like I've been asleep forever."
"I can do that." He began his hunt for the call button.
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6:45 am
As the sun rose that morning Buffy and Spike sat hand in hand on the balcony of the room they had chosen. The quiet in the city below them gave way to morning commuters.
"What time is the nerd's plane getting in?" This was going to be a long day. Spike had a feeling he would spend most of the day keeping Buffy out of Nibblet and her nerd's way.
"His flight gets in at 11. Remember. Behave." Buffy's head resting on his shoulder, putting a finger to his chest as if to make her point.
"Me behave? You're the one what wanted to kill him right off not me." He kissed the top of her head, taking in a deep breath of her. He would never get tired of that scent.
"I did not want to kill him," she was pouting now, "I just wanted to maim him a little. Besides, you can't tell me that wasn't the first thought you had."
Right. Time to change the subject.
"When is ol' Rupe's plane supposed to be in?"
"His plane gets in at 12 and . . . Hey! You changed the subject."
"Indeed I did." He kissed her nose, got up and headed into the room.
"Where ya goin? Thought we might sit out here for a little while."
"Gotta check on a little package Angel was keeping for me." He held up his hand and flashed something that looked like a miniature skull.
"What is that? And why wouldn't you tell me last night?" She had tried all of her feminine whiles to get him to spill, but to no avail.
"You want to see, you'll have to come with me." Spike dropped his robe on the bed and searched for his pants in his suitcase.
His suitcase. That was a laugh. As soon as she had realized he had a little room left the takeover had begun. At first it was 'can I put my hairdryer in there?' then as they packed it was 'I don't have room in mine can I just stick these in there?' By the time they had finished packing his clothes had been pushed to the bottom and were barely visible. How did she fit all of that in the one she had?
Buffy stood in the doorway. His naked form had captured her eyes and she had stilled to watch him. He was perfect, smooth ivory from head to toe. That would change, he would be in the sun more now. He looked up and caught her staring. He smiled, gave her a wink and continued his search for his pants. Finding them he sat to put them on. He put his shirt on, not bothering to button it and began the search for his socks.
"You going to tell me what it was like for you. Being gone?" She hadn't mentioned it since his return, and now seemed like as good a time as any.
He took a deep breath and sat down.
"It was different from what I expected I didn't really expect to be there of all places anyway. I ask a lot of questions, but didn't get many answers. They said I wouldn't remember being there after a while." Closing his eyes to concentrate on the memories from his time there.
"Did you see my mom?" Spike pulled her into his lap.
"Couldn't 'see' anyone, but she's happy. It was like I could feel what everyone there felt. She's so proud of you Buffy." He brushed away the strand of hair that had fallen into her face.
"I miss her ya know, sometimes I wish I could just talk to her for a few minutes. There's so much I want to tell her."
"You can talk to her anytime you want. You won't get an answer, but she's there to listen."
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Same time, across town
"Angel Investigations"
"I need to speak to Wes."
"Right away Mr. Angel."
"Yes?"
"Wes it's Angel. She's awake! She's talking!"
"Angel, slow down. How and when did this happen?"
"Last night. They have her running tests now. She may be coming home as early as tomorrow."
Wes could hear the relief in Angel's voice. They had all been afraid Cordelia wouldn't wake up and he would forever mourn her.
"Do you need us to do anything?"
"No, but I won't be in the office for a while." There was no way he was going to miss one moment with her now that he had her back.
"Okay, we should be alright here. Just let us know when she is released."
"I'll call when I know for sure. I'm going to check and see if she's back in her room yet."
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Buffy had stopped crying, now it was just an occasional sniffle.
"Did they really let you chose to come back? You didn't want to stay there?" wondering why he would give up a chance at heaven.
"Yes, the choice was mine and I couldn't wait to get back to you luv."
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Coming back to me."
"Had to come back. Couldn't let you go on staying up late nights watching those soddin' chic flicks. What you birds see in John Travolta is beyond me." He couldn't help but grin as she blushed.
"How could you know about that?" She could feel her face glowing.
"Told you, I got to see you once before I chose to come back."
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"Angel, where am I? How did I get here?" Cordelia tried to sit up, but found it surprisingly difficult.
"You don't remember?" Inside a part of Angel rejoiced. Maybe she didn't remember Angelous' return.
"I was coming to see you. Sid stopped me and there was light. Then I could hear you talking and I woke up. Angel what's going on?"
"Cordy, it's been over a year. A lot has happened. Maybe you should take it easy for a while. I'll fill you in on the last year's events." Of course minus a few details I'd rather not remember myself.
Angel began with how he had been rescued and how Angel Investigations had begun the journey to its current state.
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A few hours later
"So this Jasmine thing, she used me to come here?"
"Yes, you came back but it was her, she just needed a body. She had been setting this up since you got your visions."
"Couldn't you tell it wasn't me?" How could he not know the difference?
"We all knew something was different. I thought it was because you had changed you mind about me, about us." Angel looked down at his shoes.
A hand touched his face and pulled his eyes up again.
"I won't ever change my mind about you." Cordelia no longer seemed fragile, she was beaming.
Angel leaned forward and kissed her gently.
"How about you find a doctor and see about getting me out of this place. I feel like I've been asleep forever."
"I can do that." He began his hunt for the call button.
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6:45 am
As the sun rose that morning Buffy and Spike sat hand in hand on the balcony of the room they had chosen. The quiet in the city below them gave way to morning commuters.
"What time is the nerd's plane getting in?" This was going to be a long day. Spike had a feeling he would spend most of the day keeping Buffy out of Nibblet and her nerd's way.
"His flight gets in at 11. Remember. Behave." Buffy's head resting on his shoulder, putting a finger to his chest as if to make her point.
"Me behave? You're the one what wanted to kill him right off not me." He kissed the top of her head, taking in a deep breath of her. He would never get tired of that scent.
"I did not want to kill him," she was pouting now, "I just wanted to maim him a little. Besides, you can't tell me that wasn't the first thought you had."
Right. Time to change the subject.
"When is ol' Rupe's plane supposed to be in?"
"His plane gets in at 12 and . . . Hey! You changed the subject."
"Indeed I did." He kissed her nose, got up and headed into the room.
"Where ya goin? Thought we might sit out here for a little while."
"Gotta check on a little package Angel was keeping for me." He held up his hand and flashed something that looked like a miniature skull.
"What is that? And why wouldn't you tell me last night?" She had tried all of her feminine whiles to get him to spill, but to no avail.
"You want to see, you'll have to come with me." Spike dropped his robe on the bed and searched for his pants in his suitcase.
His suitcase. That was a laugh. As soon as she had realized he had a little room left the takeover had begun. At first it was 'can I put my hairdryer in there?' then as they packed it was 'I don't have room in mine can I just stick these in there?' By the time they had finished packing his clothes had been pushed to the bottom and were barely visible. How did she fit all of that in the one she had?
Buffy stood in the doorway. His naked form had captured her eyes and she had stilled to watch him. He was perfect, smooth ivory from head to toe. That would change, he would be in the sun more now. He looked up and caught her staring. He smiled, gave her a wink and continued his search for his pants. Finding them he sat to put them on. He put his shirt on, not bothering to button it and began the search for his socks.
"You going to tell me what it was like for you. Being gone?" She hadn't mentioned it since his return, and now seemed like as good a time as any.
He took a deep breath and sat down.
"It was different from what I expected I didn't really expect to be there of all places anyway. I ask a lot of questions, but didn't get many answers. They said I wouldn't remember being there after a while." Closing his eyes to concentrate on the memories from his time there.
"Did you see my mom?" Spike pulled her into his lap.
"Couldn't 'see' anyone, but she's happy. It was like I could feel what everyone there felt. She's so proud of you Buffy." He brushed away the strand of hair that had fallen into her face.
"I miss her ya know, sometimes I wish I could just talk to her for a few minutes. There's so much I want to tell her."
"You can talk to her anytime you want. You won't get an answer, but she's there to listen."
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Same time, across town
"Angel Investigations"
"I need to speak to Wes."
"Right away Mr. Angel."
"Yes?"
"Wes it's Angel. She's awake! She's talking!"
"Angel, slow down. How and when did this happen?"
"Last night. They have her running tests now. She may be coming home as early as tomorrow."
Wes could hear the relief in Angel's voice. They had all been afraid Cordelia wouldn't wake up and he would forever mourn her.
"Do you need us to do anything?"
"No, but I won't be in the office for a while." There was no way he was going to miss one moment with her now that he had her back.
"Okay, we should be alright here. Just let us know when she is released."
"I'll call when I know for sure. I'm going to check and see if she's back in her room yet."
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Buffy had stopped crying, now it was just an occasional sniffle.
"Did they really let you chose to come back? You didn't want to stay there?" wondering why he would give up a chance at heaven.
"Yes, the choice was mine and I couldn't wait to get back to you luv."
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Coming back to me."
"Had to come back. Couldn't let you go on staying up late nights watching those soddin' chic flicks. What you birds see in John Travolta is beyond me." He couldn't help but grin as she blushed.
"How could you know about that?" She could feel her face glowing.
"Told you, I got to see you once before I chose to come back."