Title: Car Trouble
Author: Lisa Marie
Email: lisamarie514msn.com
Rating: PG-13
Category: Starts of a romance, probably angst by the time it is done
Content: Cordelia/Angel
Summary: in response to angelncordyluv4ever challenge (see below)
I thought it would be interesting to read a fic written in early BtVS S3 about Cordy finding Angel right after he came back from hell. Maybe Cordy's car breaks down and she's looking for help with her car or whatever you come up with. Angel runs to her and finds her instead of Buffy. How Cordy gets Angel back to the mansion or even her house is for you to decide. Cordy tries to keep it secret and take care of Angel for a few weeks and she's acting all weird attending more of the Scooby meetings and getting into it a bit more. Anyway, as for the Angel/Cordy, Angel becomes dependant on Cordy and she's trying to wean him off her. He's always touching her or something to this extent. They become friends, Angel gets better with Cordy's help, the Scoobies find out eventually and of course lots of C/A interaction. I wanted to leave this one open ended to see what all you great writers can come up with. Any other storylines including Xander/Cordy, Buffy/Angel, Faith, the Mayor are all open for you to either toss out the window, keep the same, or manipulate. Please take it
Spoilers: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 3
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Stranger-Things, anywhere really, just ask
Notes: This is my first attempt at fan fic. Please be kind
Feedback: yes please
Part 1 - Thud
Cordelia stormed out of the library...she was tired of the Scoobies, tired of not being taken seriously...heck tired of always being bait. She was popular and well liked...well maybe not liked but definitely respected. Why did Xander always defer to whatever Buffy said. I mean really...Miss Blonde-from- a-box was just pure muscle and probably never had an intelligent thought in her life.
Cordelia walked through the main doors to Sunnydale High School with speed and confidence. She was through being bait. She reached into her purse and pulled out the keys to her car, and looked around...it was not quiet dark yet, but the sun was definitely down...needed to make sure she paid attention to her environment, even though she hated being bait she knew that any girl wandering alone in Sunnydale after dark was a target for being vamp/demon dinner. She went to her little red convertible, a 17th birthday present from her father who was making up for not being in the country for her birthday and opened the door. Things...that are all she had from her parents were things, nothing that really meant that they loved her, heck they had been out of the country for over 3 months now...traveling Europe on business. She opened the door, and tossed her bag in onto the passenger seat and put the key in the ignition at the same time she hit the button for the top to go down. It was a nice warm evening and she liked the feeling of a breeze when she drove.
The car's engine roared to life, a speedy little car, and Cordelia adjusted the stereo, finding a radio station she liked. Turning around she put on her seatbelt and then backed out of the lot heading into the night.
She drove past the center of town and let the stress of the afternoon pass through her like the breeze flowing through her hair. The moon starting to rise on the horizon, it was one of those big blood red moons' that happens when the air is just right. The night was turning out to be pretty. She was happy she was not with the Scoobies getting ready to go fight something or get dirty. She was happy to be INDEPENDENT. When she thought of that word it was always in all capital letters, she didn't need anyone, not her parents, not Xander, no one. She was and INDEPENDENT woman.
'I wonder what Harmony and the girls are doing tonight...maybe I should swing by the Bronze' Cordelia thought to herself as she listened to the radio and then looked down and cringed...she was in boring jeans and a boring pink t- shirt...not exactly Bronze wear. Well I will just head home and get all dolled up to go dancing all night, she thought determined to have a good, non-Vampire/Demon/Scoobies/Buffy evening. She turned off the main road and decided to take the back roads to her family's large house. It meant going past the old deserted section of town, which favored less than favorable types, but she wasn't worried...her car was fast and she drove quickly.
Thud
Cordelia slammed on the breaks...hearing the squeal of rubber against pavement. She had hit something...something big...shit what kind of damage had she done to her car. The car came to a stop and she pulled the parking break and turned off the engine. She looked out about 10 feet in front of her car. A man laid there.
Oh shit. Was all she could think of, never having been in an accident, much less hitting someone. She slammed open the door and rushed out of the car when she saw him start to slowly move. At least he is alive.
Cordelia moved quickly, the lights of her car flashing on the man, showing he had on only pants, no shirt, no shoes, his back to the car's lights. He tried to get up, but then signed and let his body drop back to the ground.
Cordelia rushed over and bent down beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey Mister, are you okay?" pleasebeokaypleasebeokaypleasebeokay. Her mind said over and over.
Then it registered, well two things registered, first that the body under her hand was cool to the touch, and the tattoo of a griffin with an A clasped in its claws on the man's back.
"Angel?" Cordelia whispered, and then fear sinking in ...what if it was Angelus?
He turned his head at the sound of his name; so long since he heard it and smelled the warm female next to his body...he hurt all over. Cinnamon and vanilla filled his senses, and warmth. He lifted his head and tried to focus...things were not as harsh in this place as they were a few short days ago in Hell. His body hurt though, a bruise forming from where his torso hit the speeding car...well it really just clipped him.
He looked again at the girl, she was familiar, smelled familiar, safe. His mind was having a hard time focusing or thinking other than in single words.
Cordelia looked down at Angel's eyes, not believing he was alive, hadn't Buffy run him through with a sword and sent him to Hell?
"ANGEL IT IS CORDELIA" she shouted, hoping he understood her, and probably said a bit too loudly.
Angel moved his hands to his ears...blocking the loud sound of the girls voice...it was so painful. Everything hurt since leaving this world. He rolled back onto his back onto the pavement. Holding his head, eyes closed, clearly in pain.
"ANGEL" Cordelia shouted again, afraid that it was Angelus, or that he didn't understand her.
"Yes" he whispered hoarsely his first words other than snarls in this dimension. He had to get her to stop yelling.
Cordelia breathed a sigh of relief. Not that she trusted any vampire any further than she could throw a stake, but Angel was always nice to her, and never mean. Except for when he was Angelus. Then well, lets just say, if it was Angelus, she would be back in her car and on her way to find Miss- Fights-A-Lot. She looked down at the half naked vampire, and looked in his eyes. There was a soul there. It was in pain, and had a hard time focusing, but Cordy knew that it was the safe Angel lying on the ground in front of her car.
Angel sat up and groaned in pain...where was he? He looked around and saw the lights of the car shining on him and the brunette with her hand still resting on his shoulder. "Who?" he asked wanting to focus on something other than the pain in his body.
"Angel it is Cor-del-ia" she said, a little quieter this time, enunciating each syllable of her name. Wanting to make sure he knew it was someone who should not be on the menu. "I am sorry, you jumped out in front of my car, I hit you."
"Hungry" was all he could utter, he needed to figure out how to say more and not frighten her and more importantly try not to eat her. The smell of her blood pumping faster at that word was making his head spin harder.
Cordelia looked down at Angel. His body was bruised and dirty, and she didn't think it was all due to the car accident. He was also a lot thinner and paler than usual. Where had he been, when had he gotten back? Questions raced through her head. She sniffed a little, he needed a shower. He definitely needed some blood. She looked around and realized she was about three miles from the mansion he had occupied while he was Angelus with Spike and Drusilla.
"Well, Big Guy, I am not on the menu," She said quietly, not wanting to make him clutch his head again. "Here lets stand you up and I will take care of you, how does that sound?" she couldn't believe she was offering to care for this vampire, but something in her told her it was the right thing to do.
Angel slowly pushed himself off the ground, rising as the girl pulled him to his feet. So familiar, smelled so good, so hungry...he would follow her. His head still hurting, he stumbled a little upon standing. Cordelia righted his body, wrapping an arm around his bare waist and leading him to her car. He moved slowly, obviously in pain, and leaned on the girl. She opened the passenger door and pushed him to sit in the seat. When he didn't pick up his legs and move them into the car, she lifted first one than the other and sat them in. She noticed how cut his feet were, and felt sorry for him. Her hand rested momentarily on his thigh...feeling the solid muscle there. She shook her head.
"Angel, I am gonna put a seatbelt on you, okay?" She asked, she was a little leery about making any sudden movements with him, as he had yet to say more than two words, one of which was HUNGRY, which Cordy thought would be in capital letters in his head. He didn't respond, and wasn't breathing so she couldn't tell if he minded.
Warm, soft, vanilla, cinnamon, girl, hungry (lower case), safe. Angel felt her buckle him into the car seat. He wanted his head to function again, to be able to thank this girl for caring for him.
Once he was buckled in, Cordy pulled a blanket out from the floor of the back seat, one of those fleecy ones that everyone has for going to football games or the beach. She shook out the sand and then wrapped it around Angel's bare chest. Running her hand over his cheek, in a soothing manner. "Okay Big Guy, lets go down to the blood bank and get you something other than me to eat, and then I am taking you home and cleaning you up"
Cordelia came around and got into the driver seat. She started the engine and the radio started blasting.
"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH" Angel howled...moving his hands to his ears in pain.
Quickly, Cordelia turned off the radio and turned to the vampire and rubbed his temples gently, wanting to calm him. She gently pushed his head back so it rested against the back of the seat and stroked his temples. "Sorry" she whispered.
His eyes closed and she could have sworn that he let out a purr sound.
Sitting back in her seat she pulled her seatbelt on and then put the car in gear, heading toward the local blood bank.
Author: Lisa Marie
Email: lisamarie514msn.com
Rating: PG-13
Category: Starts of a romance, probably angst by the time it is done
Content: Cordelia/Angel
Summary: in response to angelncordyluv4ever challenge (see below)
I thought it would be interesting to read a fic written in early BtVS S3 about Cordy finding Angel right after he came back from hell. Maybe Cordy's car breaks down and she's looking for help with her car or whatever you come up with. Angel runs to her and finds her instead of Buffy. How Cordy gets Angel back to the mansion or even her house is for you to decide. Cordy tries to keep it secret and take care of Angel for a few weeks and she's acting all weird attending more of the Scooby meetings and getting into it a bit more. Anyway, as for the Angel/Cordy, Angel becomes dependant on Cordy and she's trying to wean him off her. He's always touching her or something to this extent. They become friends, Angel gets better with Cordy's help, the Scoobies find out eventually and of course lots of C/A interaction. I wanted to leave this one open ended to see what all you great writers can come up with. Any other storylines including Xander/Cordy, Buffy/Angel, Faith, the Mayor are all open for you to either toss out the window, keep the same, or manipulate. Please take it
Spoilers: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 3
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Stranger-Things, anywhere really, just ask
Notes: This is my first attempt at fan fic. Please be kind
Feedback: yes please
Part 1 - Thud
Cordelia stormed out of the library...she was tired of the Scoobies, tired of not being taken seriously...heck tired of always being bait. She was popular and well liked...well maybe not liked but definitely respected. Why did Xander always defer to whatever Buffy said. I mean really...Miss Blonde-from- a-box was just pure muscle and probably never had an intelligent thought in her life.
Cordelia walked through the main doors to Sunnydale High School with speed and confidence. She was through being bait. She reached into her purse and pulled out the keys to her car, and looked around...it was not quiet dark yet, but the sun was definitely down...needed to make sure she paid attention to her environment, even though she hated being bait she knew that any girl wandering alone in Sunnydale after dark was a target for being vamp/demon dinner. She went to her little red convertible, a 17th birthday present from her father who was making up for not being in the country for her birthday and opened the door. Things...that are all she had from her parents were things, nothing that really meant that they loved her, heck they had been out of the country for over 3 months now...traveling Europe on business. She opened the door, and tossed her bag in onto the passenger seat and put the key in the ignition at the same time she hit the button for the top to go down. It was a nice warm evening and she liked the feeling of a breeze when she drove.
The car's engine roared to life, a speedy little car, and Cordelia adjusted the stereo, finding a radio station she liked. Turning around she put on her seatbelt and then backed out of the lot heading into the night.
She drove past the center of town and let the stress of the afternoon pass through her like the breeze flowing through her hair. The moon starting to rise on the horizon, it was one of those big blood red moons' that happens when the air is just right. The night was turning out to be pretty. She was happy she was not with the Scoobies getting ready to go fight something or get dirty. She was happy to be INDEPENDENT. When she thought of that word it was always in all capital letters, she didn't need anyone, not her parents, not Xander, no one. She was and INDEPENDENT woman.
'I wonder what Harmony and the girls are doing tonight...maybe I should swing by the Bronze' Cordelia thought to herself as she listened to the radio and then looked down and cringed...she was in boring jeans and a boring pink t- shirt...not exactly Bronze wear. Well I will just head home and get all dolled up to go dancing all night, she thought determined to have a good, non-Vampire/Demon/Scoobies/Buffy evening. She turned off the main road and decided to take the back roads to her family's large house. It meant going past the old deserted section of town, which favored less than favorable types, but she wasn't worried...her car was fast and she drove quickly.
Thud
Cordelia slammed on the breaks...hearing the squeal of rubber against pavement. She had hit something...something big...shit what kind of damage had she done to her car. The car came to a stop and she pulled the parking break and turned off the engine. She looked out about 10 feet in front of her car. A man laid there.
Oh shit. Was all she could think of, never having been in an accident, much less hitting someone. She slammed open the door and rushed out of the car when she saw him start to slowly move. At least he is alive.
Cordelia moved quickly, the lights of her car flashing on the man, showing he had on only pants, no shirt, no shoes, his back to the car's lights. He tried to get up, but then signed and let his body drop back to the ground.
Cordelia rushed over and bent down beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey Mister, are you okay?" pleasebeokaypleasebeokaypleasebeokay. Her mind said over and over.
Then it registered, well two things registered, first that the body under her hand was cool to the touch, and the tattoo of a griffin with an A clasped in its claws on the man's back.
"Angel?" Cordelia whispered, and then fear sinking in ...what if it was Angelus?
He turned his head at the sound of his name; so long since he heard it and smelled the warm female next to his body...he hurt all over. Cinnamon and vanilla filled his senses, and warmth. He lifted his head and tried to focus...things were not as harsh in this place as they were a few short days ago in Hell. His body hurt though, a bruise forming from where his torso hit the speeding car...well it really just clipped him.
He looked again at the girl, she was familiar, smelled familiar, safe. His mind was having a hard time focusing or thinking other than in single words.
Cordelia looked down at Angel's eyes, not believing he was alive, hadn't Buffy run him through with a sword and sent him to Hell?
"ANGEL IT IS CORDELIA" she shouted, hoping he understood her, and probably said a bit too loudly.
Angel moved his hands to his ears...blocking the loud sound of the girls voice...it was so painful. Everything hurt since leaving this world. He rolled back onto his back onto the pavement. Holding his head, eyes closed, clearly in pain.
"ANGEL" Cordelia shouted again, afraid that it was Angelus, or that he didn't understand her.
"Yes" he whispered hoarsely his first words other than snarls in this dimension. He had to get her to stop yelling.
Cordelia breathed a sigh of relief. Not that she trusted any vampire any further than she could throw a stake, but Angel was always nice to her, and never mean. Except for when he was Angelus. Then well, lets just say, if it was Angelus, she would be back in her car and on her way to find Miss- Fights-A-Lot. She looked down at the half naked vampire, and looked in his eyes. There was a soul there. It was in pain, and had a hard time focusing, but Cordy knew that it was the safe Angel lying on the ground in front of her car.
Angel sat up and groaned in pain...where was he? He looked around and saw the lights of the car shining on him and the brunette with her hand still resting on his shoulder. "Who?" he asked wanting to focus on something other than the pain in his body.
"Angel it is Cor-del-ia" she said, a little quieter this time, enunciating each syllable of her name. Wanting to make sure he knew it was someone who should not be on the menu. "I am sorry, you jumped out in front of my car, I hit you."
"Hungry" was all he could utter, he needed to figure out how to say more and not frighten her and more importantly try not to eat her. The smell of her blood pumping faster at that word was making his head spin harder.
Cordelia looked down at Angel. His body was bruised and dirty, and she didn't think it was all due to the car accident. He was also a lot thinner and paler than usual. Where had he been, when had he gotten back? Questions raced through her head. She sniffed a little, he needed a shower. He definitely needed some blood. She looked around and realized she was about three miles from the mansion he had occupied while he was Angelus with Spike and Drusilla.
"Well, Big Guy, I am not on the menu," She said quietly, not wanting to make him clutch his head again. "Here lets stand you up and I will take care of you, how does that sound?" she couldn't believe she was offering to care for this vampire, but something in her told her it was the right thing to do.
Angel slowly pushed himself off the ground, rising as the girl pulled him to his feet. So familiar, smelled so good, so hungry...he would follow her. His head still hurting, he stumbled a little upon standing. Cordelia righted his body, wrapping an arm around his bare waist and leading him to her car. He moved slowly, obviously in pain, and leaned on the girl. She opened the passenger door and pushed him to sit in the seat. When he didn't pick up his legs and move them into the car, she lifted first one than the other and sat them in. She noticed how cut his feet were, and felt sorry for him. Her hand rested momentarily on his thigh...feeling the solid muscle there. She shook her head.
"Angel, I am gonna put a seatbelt on you, okay?" She asked, she was a little leery about making any sudden movements with him, as he had yet to say more than two words, one of which was HUNGRY, which Cordy thought would be in capital letters in his head. He didn't respond, and wasn't breathing so she couldn't tell if he minded.
Warm, soft, vanilla, cinnamon, girl, hungry (lower case), safe. Angel felt her buckle him into the car seat. He wanted his head to function again, to be able to thank this girl for caring for him.
Once he was buckled in, Cordy pulled a blanket out from the floor of the back seat, one of those fleecy ones that everyone has for going to football games or the beach. She shook out the sand and then wrapped it around Angel's bare chest. Running her hand over his cheek, in a soothing manner. "Okay Big Guy, lets go down to the blood bank and get you something other than me to eat, and then I am taking you home and cleaning you up"
Cordelia came around and got into the driver seat. She started the engine and the radio started blasting.
"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH" Angel howled...moving his hands to his ears in pain.
Quickly, Cordelia turned off the radio and turned to the vampire and rubbed his temples gently, wanting to calm him. She gently pushed his head back so it rested against the back of the seat and stroked his temples. "Sorry" she whispered.
His eyes closed and she could have sworn that he let out a purr sound.
Sitting back in her seat she pulled her seatbelt on and then put the car in gear, heading toward the local blood bank.