Pairings: C/?, W/F and eventually C/A (I won't be bashing the ? Character!)
Spoilers: Heartthrob - set a couple of weeks after but That Vision Thing hasn't happened yet!
Rating: R - Warning: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK - DEALS WITH NAKED ANGEL...
Summary: Cordelia has a date with *someone*... Angel's not pleased...
Disclaimer: If they were mine would I *really* be writing fan fic? Naw, Angel and Cordy would already be together, Riley might still be there and Giles would DEFINITELY be there! Not mine!!
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~Part: 1~
In retrospect, his mistake was standing outside of Fred's room while Cordelia helped her get dressed for her date with Wesley last night. In retrospect, vampire hearing sucked. In fact - he'd say Vampire Hearing was the worst thing ever to be invented. If he couldn't hear so good, he wouldn't have heard what he did. If he couldn't hear so good, he wouldn't be sitting here nursing a *blinding* hangover. A major misconception over vampires was that they couldn't and didn't get hangovers. Wrong!
Ow, even thinking hurt. Well, thinking vehemently anyway. Thinking normal
just caused a dull throb that raged throughout his whole body...
Yesterday, 6.30pm - Inside and Out of Fred's bedroom
"Fred! Keep still!" Laughed Cordelia, pulling the comb through Fred's hair gently.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so nervous! I mean, I've never been on a date in five years. Everyone just thought I was a cow in Pylea and dating wasn't allowed, now it is and I'm all nervous. What if I make a fool out of myself? Do they serve taco's?"
Cordelia smiled, "Fred, breathe..."
"How do you *do* this?" Asked Fred, nervously. "I mean, how do you date?"
"Simple." Said Cordelia, piling Fred's hair on top of her head, "I don't."
Fred shook her head, "But what about that guy?"
Strolling past, book in hand, Angel stopped, his eyes wide. Guy? What guy?!
Cordelia blushed, "Uhm... There's no guy."
"Liar!" Said Fred, "You came in this morning with a smile that almost split your head open! Who was he?"
Okay, so maybe she did seem rather happy this morning but... Cordelia's smile was always wide, bright. An old song popped into Angel's head and it was his turn to smile...
You are the sunshine of my life...
Oh yeah.
"I met him a few days ago." Said Cordelia softly, "He's sweet."
"So, are you going on a date then?"
"Uhm... I dunno... He's asked me, but..."
"But what?"
Cordelia sighed, "It's just... That vision thing." She said quietly, "I mean, what if I have a vision right when the salad or the main course arrives? I'll be picking noodles out of my hair for a week!"
Fred sighed, "Cordelia, you can't live your life afraid of a vision... If you did that, you'd never go out. And besides, the statistical impossibility of you having a vision is probably one in a..."
"Fred, stop with the numbers!" Said Cordelia, smiling slightly.
"Oh, sorry, numbers make sense to me!" Said Fred, shaking her head. "Ooh, they might serve pie tonight, get it? Pie... 3.14234..."
"FRED!" Cordelia laughed, "I get what you mean by pie but... Stop with the nervousness..."
"You're one to talk!"
"Nervous, me? I'm not nervous!"
"Yeah you are." Retorted Fred, "Why haven't you told Angel about that dating thing?"
Cordelia sighed, "Because..."
"Because he'll get jealous and brood a lot?"
Cordelia started to laugh, "Yeah, Angel jealous of me? Pffft!"
I don't get jealous! Or brood any more! Cordy's just... Well, if she's going on a date I only wanna know who with... Where he lives... What car he drives... If he's got any convictions... She's my friend, I'm just... Looking out for her. (Even Angel could hear the PFFFT of Cordelia in his head at this point.
"He is *so* jealous! You even look at another guy and Angel growls."
"Since when?"
"When you were looking at that male model in that magazine that time? You said some guy was hot, Angel growled!"
"He did not!"
"He did too! He growled!"
I didn't growl! I coughed! I... I coughed and it sounded like a growl... Or maybe I purred, I was feeling kinda funny then... Maybe growly. Maybe I growled...
Cordelia laughed, "There ya go... Ready!" She said, adding the finishing touches to Fred's hair and (rather appropriately) bringing a close to this awkward conversation.
Fred smiled, nervously, "Okay, I'm ready... With half an hour to spare but... I'm ready..."
Cordelia looked at Fred, "You look great." She said honestly.
"Thanks... You picked out this dress for me, you've got great taste in stuff like this..."
"Duh..." Laughed Cordelia. "Okay, am I done here?"
Fred nodded, "Yup, done. Oh, Cordelia?"
"Yeah..."
"Does this guy have a name?"
"Yeah... He's called Riley. Riley Finn."
Angel growled. Not a purr... Or even a weird mood. He damned well growled.
Cordelia popped her head out of the door, "Angel?"
Damn!
~Part: 2~
"RILEY FINN?"
"And again I say YES." Said Cordelia shaking her head, "Want me to go out the room and come back in and say it again?"
Angel frowned, "But... But..." He growled, making Cordelia frown. "Geez, Angel! What do you *have* against me having a normal life? I know he's not a vampire, I met him in the sunlight. He's not a demon, he actually killed one in my presence!"
"But that doesn't mean he's not evil!" Angel yelled. What the hell am I saying? The guy's not evil just... Well, if I say an asshole, does that mean I'm jealous?
"Cordy, there's something you should know ab..."
"No!" Cordelia shook her head, stubbornly, "No, no and no again. For once I'm going to go out and be normal. I'm gonna sit there and not worry about noodles in my hair! I'm going out on a date and if you don't like it you can go... BROOD!"
She grabbed her bag and stalked away from him, leaving Angel to stand there and sigh. Fred popped her head out of the door, "Are you brooding?"
Y'know? I think I am. Thought Angel.
* * * * *
"So..." Cordelia smiled, "How did you get into the whole... Demon fighting business."
Riley glanced at Cordelia, wondering what to tell her. She seemed to know enough about it herself so there was no point in him hiding anything from her. "I used to... Fight demons... In college..."
"Oh!" Said Cordelia, "For fun or just for... Something else?"
"For... The something else thing. Involved a girl. Ended badly."
Cordelia nodded, "Oh yeah, it usually does... I mean, take my ex-boss for example." Riley's eyebrows raised. "He's brooded over this girl for the past God only knows how long, he's just come back from this whole spiritual retreat thing to find out that hey, the girl he thought he'd... Uhm... LOST... Is back and... Now he doesn't really brood anymore which completely throws me for a loop and..." Cordelia stopped, "I need to breathe."
Riley smiled at her, taking a sip of his beer, "Your boss broods a lot, huh?"
"EX-boss... And ohhhh yeah, we're talking the Eternal Brooder, in the very literal sense." She smiled. "He's cool though. He does what you do. Fights demons and stuff."
Suddenly, this was getting a little familiar to Riley. And then a *lot* familiar. "Uhm... Cordelia, what's your boss called?"
"Why?" She was instantly put on guard by the question. If he wanted to hurt Angel, she'd walked right into this.
"Uhm... I think I might know him."
"And where might you know him from? You're from Iowa, he's never been to Iowa... And he's my EX-boss."
"Well, has he lived anywhere else?"
"Like where?"
"Southern California?"
"We're in Southern California." Said Cordelia.
"Oh..." Riley decided to play a different tack, "Just thought I might have known him from somewhere. Places like that aren't all that common."
"Places like what?"
"Hellmouths..."
"How the f..." Cordelia stopped, swearing wasn't ladylike, "How do *you* know what a Hellmouth is?"
"I went to a school near one."
"I went to school ON one." Said Cordelia, pointedly.
"Let me guess, Sunnydale High?"
"Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me!" Said Cordelia, shaking her head, "I moved away from Sunnydale for a reason! To get AWAY from it!" Okay, so that theory hadn't really worked - Angel was a part of Sunnydale, as was Wesley - a part she wouldn't trade for the world. "Is this some kind of 'I was mean to you I think I'll get back at her' thing?"
"Huh?" This left Riley puzzled.
"Well, I was mean to people in High School - and if you want to kill me for it and think dating's the way to do it, think again buster, I was impregnated with Hellspawn! Almost TWICE! I'm *so* not naive."
Riley stared at her for a while in complete puzzlement, "I thought not many people knew of the Hellmouth..."
"Well, when you've got little Miss Likes To Fight in your Senior Class, it's kinda hard not knowing..."
"Little Miss Likes To Fight?" 'She who hangs out a lot in cemeteries'.
"Just a... Girl, I used to know her... I still do... Well, again. I do *again*. I didn't know her for a while on account of her being dea... Uhm... De-ACTIVE!"
"De-active? Since when was she active?"
"Huh?"
"With the Council?"
"The Watcher's Council?"
"BUFFY!" He exclaimed. She knew Buffy!
"Buffy? You know Buffy?"
Oh God, Thought Cordelia, Could this BE any more awkward?
"I used to date her!"
"Oh... CRAP... You're that Riley? Jeez, no wonder he brooded!" Said Cordelia, then, "OHHH, YOU'RE THAT RILEY!!!"
"Yeah, I'm that Riley..."
"The one who... Left..."
"Yup."
"The one who went to Belize on the big missiony thing?"
"Uh-huh..."
"The one who doesn't know that Buffy..." Cordelia tailed off, "Uhm, maybe I shouldn't be the one who tells you this..."
"Tells me what?"
"Uh, nothing. I mean, everything's fine now I think... Sure she's still a little disoriented and everything but..."
Riley sighed, "Her Mom... It's her Mom, isn't it?"
Cordelia shook her head, "No, that happened ages ago... I'm talking about when Buffy died, not her Mom..."
"Joyce di - WHAT? BUFFY DIED?"
Cordelia gulped, "Uhm... Maybe you should... Take another drink..."
~Part: 3~
Okay, she was snippy at times. Cordelia *knew* this. But having two drunken guys hanging on her was beyond a joke. She'd ended up almost CARRYING Riley to the Hyperion and when she'd gotten there, she'd found drunken Angel. When she'd said to Riley, 'Maybe you should have another drink', she meant ONE, to calm his nerves, maybe make him feel a little better. So he'd had one. Then two. Then three. Then four and... Then Cordelia had lost count.
He'd cried. He'd honest to goodness cried and Cordelia had felt awful. He said something about vampires and how he was sorry and asked Cordelia if she thought that he was a bad person. Cordelia hadn't known him long enough to make a judgement, so lied and told him no.
After a long time in the bar, Cordelia had realised that Riley was in no state to go anywhere and decided to take him home, see if he and Angel could maybe talk... And what she'd found... Oh God, this was embarassing in ways she'd never known...
The Night Before
"Riley, if you'd just... Umph..." The guy wasn't light! Her attraction to muscular men? Forget it! Give her a wiry guy who could take his drink any day and then SHE wouldn't have to carry him home. There wasn't a cab to be got in the entire area of Los Angeles. So Cordelia had ended up walking with Riley (or rather CARRYING Riley) back to the hotel.
"Angel? Help would be nice!" She called out, almost stumbling down the steps with Riley, "Okay then, maybe not..."
Frowning, she got Riley nicely laid out on the couch and went into the office, glass crunching underneath her feet. When she looked down, the framed photo of Cordelia, Angel and Wesley lay on the floor, smashed into little pieces. Her first thought was that something had happened and Cordelia, admittedly, panicked. But seeing as how there was nothing else broken or otherwise disturbed, Cordelia realised that what she was looking for was a very huffy Angel.
Checking to make sure Riley was alright, she ran up the stairs, hearing Angel talk to someone.
"But I love you... And you left me and... Why are there three of you? I mean, I can shee threee of you... And I'm all wobbly..." Cordelia frowned. Oh, great, he was hallucinating AND dreaming of Buffy. Unexpected jealousy burned within her and the brunette stepped into his bedroom, greeted with the sight of him lying on his bed, covers pulled to his midriff, exposing his muscular chest. Supressing the drool, Cordeila frowned, "Angel, Riley's here I..."
"Cordelia!" The grin on his face was almost splitting his head open, "Aww, itsh ma girl!"
"Stop dreaming of Buffy, now isn't the time!" She snapped.
"Not!" He said, pouting (which Cordelia had to admit was possibly the cutest thing she'd ever seen), "Dreaming of my Cordeeeeeeeeee..."
"Since when am I yours?" She asked, creeping closer to the bed to see what his particular damage was. Whiskey. Cordelia frowned, about to say something when a pair of arms grabbed her, pulling her down on the bed next to him.
"Always been mine..." He growled, burying his nose in her neck.
"Ange... Uh... You're all stinky!" She said, frowning. "Could you *be* any more drunk?"
Angel reached an arm out, lethargically, scrabbling for the whiskey bottle, "Yup... Want some Cordeee?"
Cordelia couldn't help but grin at the way he was saying her name. "No, Cordeeee doesn't want none."
"Angel wants Cordeeee..."
"Angel's not *getting* Co... Whuh?"
"Angel wants Cordeeeeeeee..." He repeated, his voice sending chills up her spine. "Cordeee wants Angel... Mmmm, Angel sexy..."
Cordelia pulled back, "Could you contemplate getting over yourself? I *don't* want you..." She lied.
"Cordeeee lying... Angel smell Cordeee from here..."
"No, that would be YOU you can smell, Angel." Said Cordelia, wrenching herself away from him and getting up, "You have a visitor. I need you downstairs."
Angel nodded, saluting her with a grin, "Yes, Ma'am... You can *have* Angel anywhere." He said, his voice dripping with the pre-emption of a double-entendre. Cordelia rolled her eyes, shaking her head, "Angel, now!" He went to get out of the bed, which was approximately around the time that things started to go very wrong. Heavy sheets, plus drunken naked Angel, pretty much didn't mix.
Angel stumbled, falling over himself and landing on the floor, chuckling heartily, the sheets falling away...
Cordelia stood there, mouth almost hitting the floor at the sight of naked Angel.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Cordelia realised her mouth was very VERY dry, "Ungh... Might wanna... Cover yourself up..." She said quietly. Even drunk Angel was incredibly stealthy. A second later, a pair of lips were pressed down on hers, surprisingly tender for the drunken state he was in.
Cordelia however, was having none of it. She pushed him away, quite forcefully and frowned, "GET DRESSED. I told you I needed you downstairs." She almost growled. What was she doing? Trying to form a 'I Love Buffy Cast Off's' club? Nuh-uh... First Riley, in his drunken and grieving state, had thought she was Buffy, trying to cop a feel. And then so had Angel!!! What the hell was this?
She stomped down the stairs, writing Angel a very obscene note and then storming back to her house.
When Angel came down the stairs, he promptly passed out (although he *was* dressed - a feat in itself) landing next to Riley in a heap on the floor...
The Morning After
He remembered whiskey. He remembered passing out. Twice or maybe even three times. But he didn't remember Riley. And he certainly didn't remember Cordelia... And what he thought she was saying in the note.
Angel,
*So* don't appreciate being shown my best friends bits. Getting
fondled isn't top on my list of things to do for this week. Very traumatised.
Taking tomorrow off. Sort it out with Riley, BE NICE..
Cordelia
Okay, so the note was a little short. And this was the amended version of the amended version. But Cordelia couldn't think of anything else to write. How about 'Hey Angel, you kissing me like that made me kinda... Warm? Fuzzy? And I think maybe there was kissage of me back to you but... Hey, let's repress.' She needed to DEAL with these feelings first so she could blame it on being fondled...
Or something...
Cordelia sighed. Which was when she heard the banging on the door. "All right, all right already!"
Angel and Riley stood there, both wearing sheepish (and painful) looks on their faces. Riley, literally looked green from puking, as did Angel.
"Cordelia..." Started Angel.
"We never meant to..."
"Well, I mean... We didn't force you... Right?"
Cordelia looked at them, "What?"
"We... Threesome..."
Cordelia spluttered, "WHAT? There was no threesome of any kind!!! There was no twosome - not even close to a onesome! Where the HELL did you get that idea???"
"Your note!" Said Angel.
"You groped me! And so did you... But threesomes weren't had... Besides, EWWW!" She yelled. "And plus, even if..."
She stopped, her head seizing up, Cordelia gasped, plummeting to the floor before Angel could get to her.
I can't breathe... She wheezed, What's happening to me?
Riley looked at Angel, "What's wrong with her?"
Soil... Pouring in... Damn... Ow, my hands...
"Angel?"
Bursting free of her confines, Cordelia was pulled from the vision with one last flash of something. Not just anything. A gravestone.
**Buffy Anne Summers
Beloved Sister
Devoted Friend
She saved the world
A lot**
Cordelia sobbed...
~Part: 4~
Cordelia was inconsolable. Angel watched as her body shook uncontrollably, the sometime reprieve of shutting her eyes not evident here, for all she could do was cry and sit, her upper body hunched over in her lap.
What she'd seen was enough to terrify her beyond belief. But what she'd felt. She'd felt as that tight feeling in her chest had started. She'd felt realisation and then panic sweep over her when she found she was stuck. And then soil... Wood... She could taste it. And then her first breath of sweet, comforting air as it attacked her lungs. And then confusion. Cordelia was a firm believer in 'what didn't kill you made you stronger' - everything except this. How could it make you stronger, going through the experience of pulling yourself from a grave?
How could you be stronger, feeling a former friends confusion as she looked down breathless at her own grave? The one she'd just clawed her way out of.
"Cordy, please. Tell me what you saw." Said Angel, desperately. He didn't care about the vision, only what it was doing to her right now.
"You need to get to her." She whispered hoarsely, "She was so scared. They just... They just left her there..." She said quietly, "They just left her there to pull her way out and... She's scared... She doesn't know what she's doing..."
"Who?" Asked Angel gently.
"B-Buffy..." She whispered, "Oh, God... Angel, she had to..." Cordelia stood, trying to walk over to the bathroom, when Angel grabbed her arm, "Cordy?" Angel was stunned and shocked and everything in between, but not so much that he'd run off and leave Cordelia here.
"You have to go." She said gently, "It's okay, I'll be alright... I mean... Dennis is here..."
Angel frowned, "I'm not leaving you, not like this."
"But, I..."
"No but's Cordelia, I mean it. I'm not leaving you like this."
"But Buffy... Angel, she was scared. And... I don't want her to be scared..." She whispered, sadly.
Riley looked at Angel, "She... Maybe we should..." For once, the soldier who was used to giving out orders was at a loss for words. "What do I do?"
"Call Willow... Or someone, let them know what's happening. Tell them we'll be there tomorrow if they need us."
"We?" Said Riley, quizically.
"All of us. You, Cordy and I."
"But shouldn't we..."
"We can't crowd her right now, call the gang, see what's happening. See if they know what's going on."
Riley obediently dialled Buffy's number, waiting to see if maybe Giles or Willow would answer.
"Hello?" Riley sucked in his breath as he heard the voice, so familiar, the one he'd longed to hear for an entire year.
"Buffy?"
"Yeah, it's me." She sounded so weary on the phone, like she was tired of even talking for a second. "Xander, there's something wrong with the phone line, it sounds a little muddled." She said gently.
"It's not Xander..."
"Oh, then... Who?" Asked Buffy.
"Buffy, it's me, I..."
"Me, who?" She asked puzzled, "I can barely make out your voice."
"Riley... It's Riley... And you're... You're alive?"
Buffy gasped, "Riley?"
* * * * *
He'd finally got her calmed down enough to close her eyes and get some sleep, when a sob that made his heart twist in his chest emanated from her lips. Rushing back towards her, Angel looked down, "Cordy?"
"I keep seeing it..." She whispered, "I see her... I feel it when she... Angel, make it stop... Please?" She begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.
He took her in his arms, rocking her back and forward like he would a child, resting his chin on top of her hair. "Ssshhh..." He whispered, "You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you."
Cordelia buried her face in his chest, her hands clinging to his upper arms like she was afraid to let go. "They left her there..." She cried, "They just left her there..."
Angel winced, stroking her back, "It's okay... It's okay..."
I can't breathe... Where am I?
Cordelia's head was pounding. When she closed her eyes, the soil came pouring back in, taking her breath. Her hands felt like they were on fire...
"Angel, we need to get to Buffy." She whispered.
"Tomorrow." Said Angel, gently but insistently. "You need to rest."
"I can't." Whispered Cordelia, "Everytime I close my eyes, it's there. I just... I need to see that she's okay."
Angel nodded, "Okay... I'll call Wesley, let him know what's happening..." Reluctantly, he let Cordelia slip from his arms and onto the pillow where she lay, staring at the wall, wide-eyed and afraid. Going into Cordelia's living room, he glanced at Riley who sat with his head in his hands. "Riley?"
"She's alive." Said the soldier, quietly. "She was... We talked and... I'm going back to Sunnydale for a little while... Uhm..."
"We're coming too."
"Like Hell you are!" Said Riley, standing up, "One boyfriend going back is bad enough, I think two's a little much."
"I'm not going back to rekindle an old flame." Said Angel, frowning, "I'm going back because Cordelia needs to see that Buffy's alive, okay..."
"Then I'll take her..."
"Not a chance." Said Angel, "If Cordelia goes, I go too. Besides, as I recall you aren't the boyfriend."
"Neither are you..."
"I know that. Do you?"
Riley sighed, "Yeah, I know that but..."
"Look, I'm worried about Buffy, yeah. But I also know that she's got some of the best friends she could wish for, the best support group I've ever seen. She doesn't need me crowding her... I'll go and if she needs me, I'll be there. But I'm not there to start anything. Buffy and I, we're not... We'll never be..." Angel sighed, "I love her. I'll always love her. But we lead different lives."
Riley sighed again, "I think that might be my problem."
* * * * * *
Hours Later
As the Sunnydale sign approached, Angel glanced at Cordelia who lay on the back seat, just staring up at the dark, night sky. "Cordy, are you..."
"I'm fine." She said softly, "Just... Drive."
"We're almost there."
Cordelia nodded, turning away from him as tears welled up in her eyes. Closing her eyes meant seeing it again, she could still taste the soil, could still taste the air as it attacked her lungs as Buffy had pulled herself from her grave. What seemed like hours later, the car came to a stop outside a house. A very familiar house. Riley had explained to Buffy some, if not most, of what had happened with Cordelia and the vision. Buffy still didn't understand some of it but... There it was, they were outside of her house and she had to deal. Great, both of her exes arriving together. And a girl she'd considered a nemesis for most of her Sunnydale High School life. But when Cordelia got out of the car, Angel holding her to support her, Buffy realised she looked different, almost frail, like she were afraid to lift her head.
Buffy opened the door and stood awkwardly, watching as Riley came up the steps. When he wrapped his arms around her though, Buffy leaned into him and hugged him. "Oh God, Buffy..." He whispered.
"Yeah." She said softly, pulling back and looking up at him.
When Angel came up the steps, Cordelia lifted her head and Buffy saw that tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry." She whispered softly.
Buffy was puzzled, "About what?"
"I saw... What happened... I felt it..." She didn't say that she still did, but Buffy knew what she was talking about and put her head down, "I'm sorry too... Sorry you had to see that... or... Feel it..."
Cordelia shrugged, "All part and parcel of being Vision Girl... You look... Tired?"
"Jet lag from Hell is really... Jet lag from Hell..." Said Buffy, gently. "It'll do that to you..."
When she looked up, Angel's eyes were on her. "Did you... How do you..." He sighed, "I really don't know what to say."
"Yeah," Said Buffy, "At least when you came back you were attacking me so conversation wasn't necessary." When Angel winced, Buffy sighed, "Sorry, bad joke... Uhm... Come on, inside..."
Angel nodded, still holding Cordelia around the waist to support her and stepped inside the house.
Riley went to do the same when Buffy pulled him back, "Riley? Can I... Talk to you for a second?"
Stunned, the soldier stopped and nodded, "Sure, what's up?"
"I just... I wanted to say I was sorry." She said quietly, "Before I di..." She winced, "Before I died, I... It was like... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for never telling you I loved you. I'm sorry for not treating you better. I'm sorry for not running faster..."
"Running faster?"
"The night you left." She whispered, "I saw you, I ran and... I thought I'd catch up with you. I thought that because I loved you, I could make it better. I screamed and screamed but... You never heard and I'm sorry."
Riley looked at her, sighing, "I never thought you'd come." He whispered. "I never thought that..." Reaching out, he touched her cheek and shook his head, "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you... When your Mom... And everything. Maybe I could've made it - "
"No." Said Buffy, "You couldn't have made a difference. What happened, when I died it was for a reason. And now I'm back. I'm happy." Said Buffy.
"You don't look it..."
Buffy sighed, "We should go inside."
When they did, Cordelia's body was thrashing on the floor as images poured into her head, Angel kneeling next to her, trying to calm her or at least sate some of the pain she was feeling.
Buffy looked at him, "Vision?" She asked gently. They looked painful to say the least...
"Something's after you..."
Cordelia's voice came out weak as her body stopped thrashing, "I don't know what but... Something's after you."
"So, just another Tuesday night on the Hellmouth, huh?" Said Buffy, shrugging her shoulders...
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