What Dreams Can Do

By Gem

Disclaimer: I don't own the show, so I satisfy my great need for Angel and Cordelia to be together through fanfiction.

Rating: Oh, I don't know… has some bad language… whatever (can you tell.. I'm tired).

Angel shot up in his bed, panting.

He found himself covered in sweat, which actually wasn't surprising considering what he had been dreaming about.

Slowly, as it sunk in what had happened, he lay back down, his head sinking into the soft pillow.

'I really thought those dreams had stopped – I mean, I haven't had one for a few days, which is the longest they've ever stopped for, but nooooo, I have to suffer these absolutely wonderful fucking dreams, but can't look Cordy in the eye,' he thought as he let his eyes close.

Angel had started having some very interesting dreams about his seer about a month ago – and considering that in them he and Cordelia were both very naked and very together, he had had trouble with talking to Cordelia without feeling his cheeks flame up. Which was silly, because although he felt the embarrassment, he knew really she couldn't tell… not by the colour of his cheeks anyhow.

"Why'd this have to happen to me?" He groaned out load.

"Please tell me, Dennis, 'cause I really wanna know!" Cordelia babbled to her ghost as she went around her kitchen making herself a sandwich.

In response, a glass of orange juice floated to her table right where she was heading with her sandwich.

"Do you realise just how hard it is to act normal around him these days? – And he must have guessed something's up because hello? He's started to avoid me, which I he thinks I don't know about but I do because it's sooo obvious – every time I walk into a room, he walks out of it! I must be doing something weird to make him wanna be someplace that is else, right?"

She took a bite of her sandwich, chewed and swallowed.

"And that stuff to relax me from the chemist – sooo not working! It was a complete rip off if you ask me! I have every right to go back and ask for a refund!"

Bite. Chew. Swallow.

"And these dreams have just got to stop because I'm telling you now, if they don't I'm gonna have to give up the whole sleeping thing because it's getting waaay embarrassing! – Not only has the vampire guy himself noticed and is subtly trying to avoid me, but Wes and Gunn have noticed how weird we are with each other – and that's my fault! Somehow my embarrassment is causing this tension between me and Angel, and the guys have defiantly picked up on it."

She sipped her orange juice. Then as she put in back down on the table, she gave it a quizzical look before frowning.

"And what the hell am I doing, anyhow? It's two in the morning and I'm eating a sandwich and drinking orange juice like it's flippin' lunch time! These dreams have totally thrown my daily routine out the window!"

"Sweets! What are you doing here at this time? – We're about to close any minute!" Lorne exclaimed as Angel sat himself down at the bar.

"I'm having trouble sleeping." Lorne frowned, "you are? – Because last I heard you were particularly enjoying sleepy time. What with the dreams and all."

"Y'know, I would act surprised about you mentioning all of that. But these days, I'm just going along with the fact that you know everything."

The Host just nodded.

"So…?"

"So what, Angelcakes?"

"So what are you gonna tell me about the dreams? – I mean, considering you know about them they have to something to do with the Powers, right? Otherwise how would you know whats going on inside my head?"

"I know, Sweets, so I can tell you all the important stuff when you need to know. – And no, the dreams aren't from the Powers, it's all you, Babe."

"So I'm having dreams of Cordy and me having sex because…?"

"Did you not just hear what I said?"

"I was having a dumb moment."

"Look, all I'm gonna say is that with a little bit more time this is gonna sort itself out. But for the record, I repeat, the dreams are all you."

Angel was replaying his chat with the Host they'd had the night before when Wesley slammed a book down on his desk.

"Right, that is it!" He exclaimed, as Gunn came up beside him.

"What's it?" Angel asked, confused.

"This morning. I was going over the last case one last time with you, and Cordelia comes in. So, as the scene goes now-a-days, you leave for your room. Then, you come in for coffee and when Gunn asks for you to stay and show him that move you did two nights ago, Cordy decides to rush out for lunch! – What the hell in God's name is going on?"

"Yeah, man. There's like all this tension between you guys," Gunn added.

Angel sighed, "guys, how about we talk about this later, huh? – When I've actually decided on what IS going on with me and Cordy."

Suddenly getting that Angel was as confused as they were, Gunn perched on his desk, "if you've done something in the past few weeks to make her mad, it would explain a lot?"

Angel shook his head, "look, guys, as I said, can we just leave it? I'm sure given a little time this will just sort itself out," he said, remembering the Host's words.

"OK, Angel. If that's what you think. I mean, you know Cordelia better than we do, and vice versa."

"You OK, Cordy? You look a little off colour," Gunn commented when Cordelia came back from her lunch, and Angel had disappeared off somewhere.

"I'm fine, Gunn. I've just been feeling a little up and down this past week."

"Because of the visions?" Wesley asked, concerned.

She gave him a look, "it's just a cold or something, Wes. I mean, it is possible that a person can get ill without visions, y'know!" She snapped.

Wesley knew he was treading dangerously by the tone of her voice, but still, he was concerned and wanted to make sure his friend was OK, "maybe you should have the day off tomorrow? I'm sure Angel wouldn't mind."

"Wes, I don't think that's necessary," she said wearily, … 'mind you, Cor, a day off would mean a whole day without flushing red whenever you accidentally bump into Mister-All-I-Ever-Do-Is-Brood'.

Gunn noticed she was contemplating it, "and then maybe you could go to the doctors and make sure it IS just a cold."

She eyed him up, "visiting the doctor makes taking a day off sooo much more tempting, Gunn," she said sarcastically.

There was a pause, before she added, "OK, I'll take the day off tomorrow, but," she glance of at Wesley, "since it was your suggestion, you can tell the big boss guy, K?"

"Yeah, whatever," Wesley managed with a grim face… though he didn't really think Angel would object, it was just that he could hear the vampire now… 'I'm the boss, Wesley, I'm the one who decides if someone should have a day off.

Unbeknownst to Wesley and Gunn, when Cordelia got home she called up the doctor's and made an appointment for herself the next morning.

"WHAT?!" Cordelia screeched as the doctor confirmed there was, in fact, something wrong with her other than a cold.

"I said that –"

"I heard what you said, you numskull! I just KNOW that is completely false! I mean, if I were – which I'm NOT – I would so know about it, a) because hello guy in bed with me! And b) because… because… - well I'd just KNOW!"

"Miss Chase –"

"Oh, don't you Miss Chase me, Mister! What kind of a wacko doctor are you anyways, huh?"

"Miss Chase, I suggest you not blame me for a mistake you made with some guy."

Cordy let out a little yell of anger, "I'm sooo out of that door!"

"Good day, Miss Chase."

"Oh, fuck you!"

Cordelia was fuming so much she just went on autopilot… straight to the office.

"Cordelia!" Wesley exclaimed as she marched in through the door.

Angel who had been sitting at his desk didn't even get the chance to get up and go hide in his room she came in so fast.

"What happened to your day off?" Gunn asked, surprised.

"My day off went out the window when I decided NEVER to take any advice either of you two give me!"

She looked accusingly between Wesley and Gunn. "I mean, so I decided, yeah, I'll go for a check-up at the doctors and do you know what that raving loony actually said to me!?"

"Not something bad, I hope," Wesley stood from his desk looking concerned.

"Yeah – for him! 'Cause I am sooo gonna sue!"

"What'd he say?" Angel asked, also standing.

Cordelia whirled around to see the vampire standing behind her, "Angel! … You're here… in the office." There was a beat, "I knew you were avoiding me! – The day I'm not here is like the first day in three weeks you decide to spend the day in the office!"

Angel was taken aback, "Um, well… I… I'm not avoiding YOU. I was just… Um… I was –"

Cordelia waved a hand at him briefly, "no time for your mumbling now, Angel. I'm telling the story about the evil doctor – hey, maybe he was a demon, 'cause only someone evil – like a demon – could be that cruel and shoot out complete lies like that!"

"So, what DID he say?"

"Oh, you are sooo not gonna believe this!"

"Cordy.." Angel said in his warning voice, translating into spit it out.

"Pregnant!" She said incredulously, "he said I'm pregnant!" She put her hand on her belly, "I don't look fat or anything! … Do I?"

"No! You're beautiful!" Angel answered immediately … 'did I say that out loud?'

"Well, Cordelia, if he was a doctor then maybe you are pregnant, because usually they're not wrong… about a woman being pregnant anyway," Wesley spoke up.

Cordelia was shaking her head, "I'm sure he's qualified and everything- whatever, Wesley. But there's NO way whatsoever he could be right about this so called pregnant woman."

"So you took protection, but Cor, that doesn't always work," Gunn put in.

"No, I don't mean THAT, Gunn. What I mean is –"

"- She can't be pregnant because the last time she had sex was with Wilson," Angel interrupted out of nowhere.

All three just stared at him, and when he finally tore his eyes away from Cordelia's and he noticed, all he could do was shrug, "vampire thing."

"Oh, that's all we need. A guy who has a sex radar," Gunn grunted.

"Hey! You know what? You could call it a laydar!" Cordelia suddenly said excited, earning the stare for herself. "Oh, don't give me that look guys, I'm pregnant, hormones everywhere, not thinking straight… apparently."