Chapter 27
They were probably fighting the battle now, she thought. They were probably killing the hell god and saving the baby. At that time, Cordy was wondering through eh outskirts of LA. She was dressed in the black pants and white button down she had been buried in. She had no money, no place to go, and no one to call. All her friends were in the middle of a field somewhere, saving the lives of a mother and child.
Her feet were killing her. Angel had not chosen the shoes she was buried in for their comfort value. The black sling-back stilettos were digging into the sides of her feet, and her big toe felt as though it was going to fall off soon. The shoes had been in her closet, but she had never worn them.
It was hot, too hot for black pants and long sleeves. She knew she was sweating, and her hair was a mess from the humidity, and her makeup was awful. She had looked at herself as she was being buried, struck with a sense of morbid curiosity that she could not ignore, and had winced at the makeup she had been wearing. It was pretty, but it was too much. Cordy thought she looked like a very expensive prostitute walking through the city.
The only thing Cordy could think to do was go to Wolfram and Hart. She was thankful that she had witnessed Dawn moving into her old apartment, it would have been awkward to go there, and expecting Dennis to open the door, only to find the younger sister of the slayer Cordy had never gotten along with.
Sighing, she had time to reflect on her thoughts about Buffy. The woman was good for Angel, Cordy realized. He needed her to ground him, to keep him sane and give him hope. And Cordy had watched Buffy mature into a wonderful woman. It was difficult to reconcile the girl she had known with the woman Buffy was now. The years overseas, away from everything she knew and loved, had forced her to adopt a maturity beyond her years. Not the years of saving the world hadn't done that too, Cordy consented. However, it had been nice to watch Buffy become a woman during the past half of a decade.
Now that the slayer was pregnant, Cordy was sure Angel would want to marry her. He would want an official relationship and a full family. Knowing that the opening of Angel's secret book would cause Connor to remember his real life, Cordy wondered how Angel would deal with his son and soon-to-be wife
Sneaking into the underground parking deck of Wolfram and Hart, Cordy entered the security codes into the private elevator. She had watched Angel enter those codes for years, and had never really paid attention to them. She was good with numbers, though, she had even been able to memorize Angel's credit card numbers years ago.
It only took a few minutes to reach Angel's private suite. She knew all the codes for the elevators, and the secret compartment where he kept the elevator key. The code got her into his office; the key got her into his apartment.
Her feet ached when she finally got her shoes off. Hot water from the shower felt wonderful after her the miles of walking she had done in order to get to the law firm. Her feet were blistered and bleeding, her back ached and she was sure her face was sunburned. She laughed as she imagined what she would look like when her friends finally saw her.
Wearing Angel's undershirt and boxers, she climbed into bed. The sun was setting and her day had been trying. Sleep came easily to the seer, and she tried not to think about what she would say to Angel when she saw him.