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Author's Note: I'm a fan of the Cordelia/Wesley friendship but that's as far as it goes. This is NOT a shipper piece.
Gone but Not Forgotten
Wesley sat ate his desk, staring outside his window, at Wolfram and Hart. Gone. Cordelia was gone. Angel had found them last night at the bar and told them that Cordy had been just a ghost. Corporal, but just a ghost. She was gone from them.
When he had first met her she had been in high school still. He was completely attracted to her. That attraction had eventually faded and then when he had come to L.A. and crossed paths were again he had been delighted to see that she had not changed. For the most part.
Wesley remembered how the visions had overcome her and taken over who she was. She had changed as she began to help the hopeless and eventually allowed herself to become part demon in order to continue to help others. She had become strong and a good fighter.
Wesley downed a glass of whiskey to keep himself calm. It was just past dawn and already he was drinking. He set the glass aside, "For you Cordelia." Why? He wondered. Why did this have to happen to her? She had contributed so much to the cause of goodness and yet she had been taken from them.
"You're with Doyle now," he muttered. Remembering how she had often commented on Doyle and how she had missed him. She had truly never forgotten her long lost friend, the friend who had passed the visions onto her.
Wesley stared, thinking about all the time he and Cordy had spent together. All the research and all the fighting they had done. They had bickered as children but eventually that bickering had turned into a fondness and love that surpassed even family.
"You said it first," he said, speaking to the air around him, "We are family."
He gave a sigh and continued to stare at the city out his window. He had been separated from Cordelia for a long time but at least he had known she had been alive somewhere. Alive and safe.
Now she was dead and safe. At least she would not have to deal with all they had been dealing with. Wesley closed his eyes tightly, gone. She was really gone. It had just been her time. Wesley thought about how they had fallen down hill since Cordelia's imprisonment in her coma. Without her they were lacking something.
Something they had been lacking since she had fallen into her coma. Wesley wondered if they would ever recover. "No," he said, aloud, "we'll never recover. We need you Cordelia. We still do."
Wesley wondered if the memory of Cordelia, of who she was, and if past actions would be enough to help the crew survive. He doubted it. "You may be gone," he said, still speaking aloud, "but you are not forgotten. Neither you nor your acts." He toyed with the empty glass, "Hopefully your memory is enough to keep us alive. To keep us together."
Cordelia had always been the glue that kept them alive and kept them together. Without her they would fall apart, they had fallen apart. Wesley set the glass down again, "I miss you Cordy."
A small breeze ran past Wesley's ear and he turned. There was no one there. "Are you there Cordelia?" No answer, not that he had expected one. "I love you Cordy. We were family. We are family. I hope you're happy, wherever you are."
THE END