Title: Iron Fisted 6/13
Author: Mike McD
Rating: R (for some naughty language)
Summary: The follow on from 'Silver Tongued'.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
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"Cordelia! What are you doing?" a startled and confused Willow asked as Cordelia dragged her into the janitor's closet.
"We need to talk." Hissed Cordelia as she shut the door and locked it.
"In... in the janitor's closet?"
"Trust me, we want nobody overhearing what we're gonna be talking about."
Suddenly it became clear what Cordelia wanted to talk about.
"Uh, didn't we agree at the hospital never to speak of... you know, it, the group... thing."
"Yeah" Cordelia agreed, looking about for somewhere to sit and finding none. "That was then. This is now." Gathering up her courage she went on.
"I've got a confession to make."
"You weren't possessed that night."
Cordelia's mouth hung open in surprise.
"How did you..."
"Please, Cordelia. This is me you're talking to. I heard you telling Harmony that you picked up your costume from Party Town. Count yourself lucky that Buffy does most of her thinking with her fists. My question is why?"
It was a good question and one that Cordelia had been mulling over ever since it happened.
"You know the kind of history you and me and Xander have. I looked down on you guys and you guys hated me. Then I found myself all tangled up in this Hellmouth battle, good verses evil, slay vampires and save the world rift you guys have got going. And suddenly, you're not just a pair of badly dressed, nerdy losers... don't look at me like that! You have got to stop letting your mom buy your clothes and somebody needs to take a flame-thrower to Xander's entire wardrobe.
"So anyway, I got to know you guys. And it turns out that I was wrong. You're not losers. Well, not entirely anyhow. Buffy's some super hero out of a comic book, right now I'm thinking The Incredible Hulk. You, well, I always knew you were a big brain, but it turns out that you've got a big heart to go with it. And Xander, watching him throw himself in front of vampires and demons to try and protect people, I guess you could say that I started to understand what you've seen in him all these years.
"Then of course came the whole Halloween thing and Xander started working that Casanova mojo and all of a sudden I'm the Jenna Jameson of Sunnydale. Seriously, that night he could have got me to do anything, and I mean anything. I'm just glad that none of you dressed up as a horse."
Willow turned eight shades of red with embarrassment for Cordelia. If the truth were to be told she could, in all honesty, say the same thing.
But she wouldn't. The horse thing was something that Willow could hit Cordelia with if ever the Cheerleader got too bitchy.
"Look, a lot of stuff happened that night and some of it... well..." Cordelia floundered, trying to express something that she didn't want to express.
"Some of it you wouldn't mind happening again. Right?"
"Yeah! I mean NO! God! Rosenburg, that night was a one off, never to be repeated, totally gross event."
"Uh huh. Never to be repeated. Gross." Willow agreed.
"That's right. I'm totally into guys. 100% red blooded heterosexual female." Cordelia proclaimed.
"Big fans of the penis." Willow added pointing at the two of them.
"Damn straight! Not attracted to you in any way, shape, or form."
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Cordelia poked her head out of the janitor's closet nearly an hour later. Seeing the coast was clear, both she and Willow emerged into the hall.
The inevitable moment of awkwardness was broken first by Cordelia.
"I think we missed last period."
"We had Miss Calendar, we should be alright." Willow figured that the techno-pagan would cut them some slack since they were Scoobies and all.
"So... um... got plans for tonight?" Cordelia enquired hesitantly.
"I'm going to visit Xander. Smuggle in his daily supply of Twinkies." The guilt she was feeling evident as she mentioned Xander.
The sound of someone walking around the corner whistling caused the two girls to jump and open some distance between them.
It was Jonathan.
"Hey Willow." He greeted the redhead. Cordelia looked him up and down for a moment.
"A buzz cut and army boots? How pathetically GI Joe is that?" Cordelia demanded before turning and making her quick exit.
Johnathan watched her leave then looked to Willow.
"Nice to know that once again I get Cordelia's seal of disapproval." He paused, looking at Willow's face.
"Uh... Willow, you've got some lipstick on your face." He pointed to the area on her face. Completely horrified, Willow made a mad dash towards the nearest bathroom, leaving Johnathan shaking his head in her wake.
"I have got to remember never to point out makeup disasters to any woman, ever." Johnathan chastised himself. He remembered back in seventh grade when Willow tried to make herself look older to impress Xander.
"Makeup and that girl just don't mix." He muttered. With a shake of his head and a little laugh, he continued down the hall, softly singing.
"From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli..."
Author: Mike McD
Rating: R (for some naughty language)
Summary: The follow on from 'Silver Tongued'.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
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"Cordelia! What are you doing?" a startled and confused Willow asked as Cordelia dragged her into the janitor's closet.
"We need to talk." Hissed Cordelia as she shut the door and locked it.
"In... in the janitor's closet?"
"Trust me, we want nobody overhearing what we're gonna be talking about."
Suddenly it became clear what Cordelia wanted to talk about.
"Uh, didn't we agree at the hospital never to speak of... you know, it, the group... thing."
"Yeah" Cordelia agreed, looking about for somewhere to sit and finding none. "That was then. This is now." Gathering up her courage she went on.
"I've got a confession to make."
"You weren't possessed that night."
Cordelia's mouth hung open in surprise.
"How did you..."
"Please, Cordelia. This is me you're talking to. I heard you telling Harmony that you picked up your costume from Party Town. Count yourself lucky that Buffy does most of her thinking with her fists. My question is why?"
It was a good question and one that Cordelia had been mulling over ever since it happened.
"You know the kind of history you and me and Xander have. I looked down on you guys and you guys hated me. Then I found myself all tangled up in this Hellmouth battle, good verses evil, slay vampires and save the world rift you guys have got going. And suddenly, you're not just a pair of badly dressed, nerdy losers... don't look at me like that! You have got to stop letting your mom buy your clothes and somebody needs to take a flame-thrower to Xander's entire wardrobe.
"So anyway, I got to know you guys. And it turns out that I was wrong. You're not losers. Well, not entirely anyhow. Buffy's some super hero out of a comic book, right now I'm thinking The Incredible Hulk. You, well, I always knew you were a big brain, but it turns out that you've got a big heart to go with it. And Xander, watching him throw himself in front of vampires and demons to try and protect people, I guess you could say that I started to understand what you've seen in him all these years.
"Then of course came the whole Halloween thing and Xander started working that Casanova mojo and all of a sudden I'm the Jenna Jameson of Sunnydale. Seriously, that night he could have got me to do anything, and I mean anything. I'm just glad that none of you dressed up as a horse."
Willow turned eight shades of red with embarrassment for Cordelia. If the truth were to be told she could, in all honesty, say the same thing.
But she wouldn't. The horse thing was something that Willow could hit Cordelia with if ever the Cheerleader got too bitchy.
"Look, a lot of stuff happened that night and some of it... well..." Cordelia floundered, trying to express something that she didn't want to express.
"Some of it you wouldn't mind happening again. Right?"
"Yeah! I mean NO! God! Rosenburg, that night was a one off, never to be repeated, totally gross event."
"Uh huh. Never to be repeated. Gross." Willow agreed.
"That's right. I'm totally into guys. 100% red blooded heterosexual female." Cordelia proclaimed.
"Big fans of the penis." Willow added pointing at the two of them.
"Damn straight! Not attracted to you in any way, shape, or form."
-----
Cordelia poked her head out of the janitor's closet nearly an hour later. Seeing the coast was clear, both she and Willow emerged into the hall.
The inevitable moment of awkwardness was broken first by Cordelia.
"I think we missed last period."
"We had Miss Calendar, we should be alright." Willow figured that the techno-pagan would cut them some slack since they were Scoobies and all.
"So... um... got plans for tonight?" Cordelia enquired hesitantly.
"I'm going to visit Xander. Smuggle in his daily supply of Twinkies." The guilt she was feeling evident as she mentioned Xander.
The sound of someone walking around the corner whistling caused the two girls to jump and open some distance between them.
It was Jonathan.
"Hey Willow." He greeted the redhead. Cordelia looked him up and down for a moment.
"A buzz cut and army boots? How pathetically GI Joe is that?" Cordelia demanded before turning and making her quick exit.
Johnathan watched her leave then looked to Willow.
"Nice to know that once again I get Cordelia's seal of disapproval." He paused, looking at Willow's face.
"Uh... Willow, you've got some lipstick on your face." He pointed to the area on her face. Completely horrified, Willow made a mad dash towards the nearest bathroom, leaving Johnathan shaking his head in her wake.
"I have got to remember never to point out makeup disasters to any woman, ever." Johnathan chastised himself. He remembered back in seventh grade when Willow tried to make herself look older to impress Xander.
"Makeup and that girl just don't mix." He muttered. With a shake of his head and a little laugh, he continued down the hall, softly singing.
"From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli..."