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A/N: Teeheehee…. Love the reviews they are so many… But I still don't have answers about a beta reader. Please guys I mean my English needs help. I know it. So if one of you wants to get the chance to read my stories before hand and have a pretty good knowledge of syntax and grammar please help me ^_^.
A/N2: Okay someone pointed out that I had said that Angel and Buffy were friends as well as lovers …actually I said that Cordy and Angel were friends and lovers …True Buffy always told Angel he was a vampire but she treated him like a man. She loved him like a man loves a woman. So I might have over generalized but good point. So read and please Review.
Angel is holding me. Actually he is half dragging me in the entrance of the Hyperion hotel. I haven't said a word since we left the hospital. I am trying to find the right words to say and at the same time I am trying to keep myself from fainting. I guess that is the only reason I let him hold me. Since Buffy showed up I have been afraid that she might take him away from me. And him saying that he loves her is not really helping my confidence.
Well so far the slayer in lala-land was doing more damage that I thought she could do awake. I mean in five days I feel like she has created a rift between him and me. When I had gone to the hospital, I had been furious. What the hell was she doing here? Could she have gone somewhere else to go fulfill a death wish? When I had seen her in that hospital room surrounded by monitors looking as white as her sheets, I had felt guilty for being mad and for not telling Angel that she had been here. It had only lasted five seconds though because a few minutes later I had heard a doctor call my future husband "Mr. Summers." I had seen red, I had been mad but I had not said anything. Angel had given me a panic look and had tried to explain. I had barely listened and given him my most charming smile and told him I understood which was a lie. But he didn't get it. He is giving me that same panic look again and I am going to lie again. I am going to put a brave face.
" Listen Angel, I am not mad at you. So you don't have to look at me like this. I am fine." I say giving him a winning smile.
"Are you sure? " he asks me giving me a concern look.
" I know that you told her that because you want her to wake up. You meant a lot to each other. I mean I was in Sunnydale when you guys were together. I am not worried." I look at the relief showing on his face as I say those words. My heart aches as I see him relax. He takes me in his arms again. He didn't deny it. He didn't deny that he loves her. I mean what do I expect. He forgave her for sending him to hell; he forgave her brandishing her human boyfriend in his face. Is our love that strong? Will he forgive me if I told him that I knew that the slayer had been in town? That Lorne had call and ask him to come and get her before something happened to her. Would he forgive me for keeping that from him? I mean how was I supposed to know that Buffy couldn't take care of herself. She is not a child anymore. I mean its Buffy! She is the Slayer. She kills demons even in her sleep, even when she is sick. How was I tot know that this time she couldn't?
I am not going to say that I care about the slayer. Especially not lately, not since Angel and I have been together. Sure I resent her sometimes. Okay more often than not. I also respect her. I know that I might not have survived high school if it wasn't for her. I met Angel because of her. When I had seen him in L.A. I had gone to him because he was a connection to home and I know that he tolerated me than because I was a friend hers. Well that I used to hang out with her. Ironic that what had brought us together a few years ago would be what might be bringing us apart.
Angel has let go of me now and he is looking at something at the lobby desk. I walk next to him to see what he is looking at. It's a not from Lorne. He wants to know how the Slayer is doing. I can almost hear the wheels turning in Angel's head. He has his Buffy face. He goes to the phone. I can't let him talk to Lorne. Not yet anyway. Danm that Buffy. Look at what she is doing to me. Look at what she is doing to us. I am a good person. I don't lie. I don't keep secret form Angel. Well I do. Sometimes. Why did she have to come here?
"Angel?" I ask.
"Yes Cordy." He answers heading for the phone.
" I am not feeling so good, do you mind helping me upstairs?" I say in my most innocent voice. I see him stop brooding for just a second. He leaves the phone and gives me his arm. At least he won't be talking to Lorne yet. I'll find something to keep him distracted.
TBC
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