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  • Melissa Flores
    Notes and disclaimers on the first few parts ~*~ Chapter Seven “I ve got visions coming out my ears - and maybe a little blood too - but that doesn t make me
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      Notes and disclaimers on the first few parts

      ~*~
      Chapter Seven

      �I've got visions coming out my ears - and maybe a little
      blood too - but that doesn't make me a princess. That makes
      me... kinda weird.�
      ~ Cordelia, There�s No Place like Plz Grb. Angel: The
      Series

      ~*~

      "You're quiet."

      "I'm always quiet."

      "Quieter."

      Gunn just shrugged, acknowledging the strange behavior with
      a nod before turning his focus back on the road.

      Thoughts, mixed emotions and a hammering heart were
      distraction enough, the last thing he needed was the worry
      in Fred's glistening eyes to seep through his own soul. He
      had lived a lifetime without rest, without regard for
      himself and it seemed it would always be that way - if
      Lorne had told the truth.

      And damn if the bastard didn't always tell the truth.

      He took in a breath, thankful that Fred had elected to stay
      silent as he silently processed all that he had been told.

      "I still can't believe you made me sing."

      The grumble was muttered with an almost childish pout, and
      it brought an involuntary smile to his lips.

      "Better you than me, Fred."

      "You could have at least let me pick the song."

      He had had to drag Fred up to the stage, and didn't tell
      her that Lorne had let him know it was HER that had to
      sing, because whatever the hell was going down was going to
      involve her a bit more explicitly than it involved him.

      "Support and muscle," Lorne said, winking. "Like Rambo, in
      a Denzel sorta way."

      And the little sparrow had a surprisingly sweet song, once
      she got passed the aching fear and complete trembling.

      Better than any of their group, anyway. People didn't
      noticeably cringe, and when her voice lilted in that soft
      movement, it had gone right through him, sending some heat
      and ache that had before only had been summoned by the
      lovely princess Cordelia, who was a strictly 'look but
      don't touch unless you wanna get gutted by a vampire' sorta
      girl.

      Winnifred also fell under the protective 'Angel' umbrella,
      but in a little sister 'protect at all costs' sorta way,
      and Gunn could deal with that.

      Course all these thoughts were damn confusing, and thrown
      completely out the window with Lorne's words of doom and
      despair.

      "Chaos on the First Night, sugar lips. Get your little Fang
      Gang back over here, cause it's not happening over on the
      east side snow border. And bring the little X's while
      you're at it. They've got an old friend who's waiting to
      follow through on a promise."

      And he thought Cordelia's visions were vague and
      foreboding.

      "What? You had a problem with Janet Jackson?"

      "I had a problem with the lyrics. They were highly
      suggestive."

      He stifled another grin. Yeah, he guessed the lyrical
      rendition of 'If' was a little suggestive, but damn did she
      look cute all flustered doing it.

      "Don't think I can't see you smiling."

      "What, you're pissed at me now?"

      Fred shifted, crossing her legs and looking toward him, the
      glasses glinting as they passed another streetlight.
      "Perhaps if you told me what Lorne told you-"

      "For my ears only, Fred," he cut in shortly, the smile
      immediately sliding off. "You heard all that you needed to
      hear."

      "I sung, I should have heard it."

      "Fred, drop it."

      The words were clipped, but the glare she gave him told him
      she wasn't going to give up anytime soon. Plucky little
      girl.

      He shook his head, clamping his jaw as he processed what
      Lorne had told him while Fred was singing.

      "Protector, Pretty Boy. You guard her. It's not that hard a
      concept."

      Gunn had only narrowed his eyes. "She already has me taking
      care of her."

      "No. Just her. In a bodyguard kinda way. I think we could
      do with another Whitney Houston soundtrack, don't you?"

      Again, Gunn jerked his gaze back to the singing girl on the
      stage.

      "So I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life protecting
      her?"

      "And the light blinks on. Glad it got through that little
      bald head of yours, my friend. Cordelia has her champions.
      That Fred there? She's got a destiny that is beyond what we
      can even comprehend. She needs a champion - tag. You're
      it."

      "You're all quiet again."

      He huffed, turned to glare at her when the car jerked and
      the body came out of nowhere and flew against the
      windshield with a resounding crack.

      Fred had jumped and he had swerved, feeling the truck slam
      into the side, his body lurched and immediately he
      unclipped the seatbelt, blinding reaching for Fred in the
      near total darkness.

      "Fred are you-"

      Vampires. Large and big and a gang of them. One on the
      truck, two on either side.

      He sucked in his breath, and the anger slid through him,
      the hate that came so easily as he reached into the back
      seat and grabbed the stakes and an ax.

      "Stay here," he breathed.

      "I'm not letting you- "

      "STAY HERE, FRED."

      She looked angry, but her forehead was bleeding slightly
      and the glasses looked more than a little broken and he
      wasted a precious second to wipe at the blood, run his
      fingers along the wire frame of the dangling eyewear,
      pulling it off gently, before biting his lower lip and
      moving to the side.

      "I don't need a protector, Gunn."

      He had paused again, and suddenly he turned and his body
      pressed against hers and his lips were on hers, plundering
      her mouth in a hot, desperate kiss.

      Her body was trembling and she was gasping for breath when
      he moved his lips away. His eyes searched hers and the
      intensity behind them made him smile as he traced a gentle
      finger down her face.

      "Tough."

      With that, he let her go, and kicked at the door, sending
      one of the vampires flying backwards.

      ~*~

      If everything wasn�t so chaotic and they weren�t on such a
      crucial time table, Cordelia would have actually enjoyed
      the look of utter panic and then approval on Wesley�s face.

      As it was, she didn�t even had time to thank Storm for the
      clothes before the Englishman launched over the wall and
      pulled her into a furious hug.

      God, he had been really scared. He had really thought � oh
      God had bad DID she look
      before?

      He was trembling, and Cordelia felt her eyes water at the
      sheer emotion in Wesley�s form, and to hide the beating of
      her own heart, she shrugged helplessly at Storm, who was
      nodding and looking a bit misty eyed herself � though that
      could have explained the sudden thunder they were having.

      �Wesley � Uh� can�t breathe � � she patted his back
      awkwardly, swallowing as she
      continued to be suffocated by an armful of shaking and
      blubbering Wesley. �Uh� Wesley? I love you but � personal
      bubble! PERSONAL BUBBLE!� She pushed him back, running her
      hands through her hair in an attempt to regain her
      appearance, only to be plowed into by him again. "AUGH!
      HEY! What�s with the touchy gropey!�

      He pulled back, hands cradling her face with genuine warmth
      in his eyes. �You�re alive!�

      �Yeah. So? Here I am in all my mutant glory. Storm,
      right?� she said, nodding over her head to the Weather
      Goddess who was watching with an incredibly amused
      expression on her face.

      �It�s very nice to meet you.�

      �Likewise,� Cordelia said. �And thanks for the clothes.
      Perfect fit.�

      �They look good on you.�

      Wesley pulled her to him YET AGAIN, and patient as Cordelia
      liked to think she was, that was quite enough. �Wesley, I
      appreciate the sentiment but if you get tears on my brand
      new X-y clothes I�m gonna kick your ass.�

      Immediately he leaned back, but he was still smiling
      widely. �How are you- Are you � Has Angel-�

      �Fine, I�m fine, and No. I saw you on my way to the study
      and wanted to say hi. And I really WISH I could revel in
      the whole �Cordy is alive and let�s worship her� emotional
      bonding, but � vision. Couldn�t tell you before what with
      all the mind numbing pain.�

      Wesley took a breath, squeezing his friend�s elbow.
      �Vision. Right. Good.�

      Cordelia smiled, and leaned forward, planting a kiss on his
      cheek. �I�m glad I�m alive, too.�

      ~*~

      Logan had to admit something, no matter how much he
      claimed to hate Scott or think he was a tight ass son of a
      bitch, the bastard got things done.

      Logan saw stereotypes, and when he first
      encountered Scott, he had to admit he saw
      nothing but a stick up the ass leader with as much common
      sense as a barmaid.

      Now, a few years later, Logan owed the guy his life, on
      more than one occasion, and had come to depend on him as a
      teammate, and occasionally, when they weren�t playing the
      roles they were supposed to play as beastie and team
      leader, as friends. He felt he understood Scott Summers �
      and the guy needed to learn how to relax.

      The guy never took a rest, and Logan wondered if he even
      knew what the term �recreation� meant, because whenever he
      saw him, he was always thinking of all the different things
      that needed to be done and never about the present � about
      now.

      Logan shook his head, looking down at the beer he had just
      emptied and reached for another one out of the cooler.

      �Scooter.�

      Scott looked up from his books, the glare easily
      discernible despite the lenses covering his eyes.

      �Logan, can you not call me that?�

      Logan smirked, and tossed the bottle across the room,
      nodding when Scott caught it immediately.

      �Relax.�

      Scott fingered the bottle, taking in a deep breath. �I
      shouldn�t,� he said, more to convince himself than Logan.

      Wolverine just rolled his eyes, shifting as he grabbed
      himself another bottle. �Shit, Scott, I�m not telling you
      get piss ass drunk, but relax. Jean isn�t gonna be too
      happy when she comes out of that surgery seeing you all
      haggard and crap.�

      �Shit, Logan, since when did you start making sense?� Rogue
      smiled from the doorway, and Logan froze and there it was
      again �

      The hitched in breath, the tensing of his muscles and the
      twist in the ever-hardening knot of his stomach that told
      him this wasn�t going to work.

      Just friends his ass.

      Rogue just gave him a smile, acting just like she would act
      any other day, before leaning over and plucking off the
      bottle cap of Scott�s beer. �Fuzzy�s right, sugar.�

      In the pause that followed, Logan narrowed his eyes,
      watching with fingers clenched exactly how the hell they
      were supposed to handle this whole �last night never
      happened� when they both know it fucking did.

      If Rogue had meant what she said about wanting things to be
      just like they were, she would have made a bee-line to his
      sofa and curled herself up under the crook of his arm.

      Instead, he heard the uneven breath of hesitation, before
      she smiled back at Scott, and then turned, curling up in
      one of the bigger armchairs in the lounge, never once
      looking into his eyes.

      He fought against the growl, knew it would give him away,
      and instead he swallowed, clenched the bottle harder, and
      tried to drown himself in it.

      So he promised.

      She lied.

      He blew out his breath, launched out of the chair, aware
      her eyes were on him, and thankful when Jean Grey stepped
      into the room.

      Rogue immediately stood, Scott slammed the bottle down on
      the chair and all eyes were on Jean.

      �Well?�

      She looked tired, her eyes were tired and there were bags
      under her beautiful eyes. When she came into the room,
      immediately she sought out her fianc�e and with a sigh,
      sank down on the couch beside him, curling his arm around
      her and leaning on his shoulder.

      She looked exhausted.

      But her eyes were shining brilliantly and Logan
      knew that Jeannie was walking on freaking air.

      �Hey guys,� she said with a sigh, hand reaching up
      to massage at her temples.

      �Take it it went well?�

      �Oh, God, it was the hardest thing I�ve ever done
      in my life,� she said, her voice soft, barely a rasp. �But
      she�s alive.�

      �She�s alive?� Rogue seemed above relieved,
      slumping back into the seat and catching his eyes and
      smiling.

      �Completely mutated, and alive.� Jean leaned
      forward, her shoulders shuddered slightly and she looked
      up, her eyes bright and so very radiant. �We did it. Hank
      and I did it.� Scott smiled, leaning forward, sliding a
      warm hand down her back and back up, massaging lightly.

      �Can we see her?� Rogue asked, crossing her legs
      and leaning forward.

      �Sure. She�s�. � Jean sat up, and immediately
      looked toward the door. �Coming right
      now.�

      Huh. So it was time to meet the all famed Seer.

      Logan wasn�t sure what to expect when the woman
      walked through the door, but he sure as hell wasn�t
      expecting what he got in the black leather.

      Before, he had only seen glimpses of the girl, first in the
      night that had restricted his view and then lying in the
      medical ward, in pain and definitely not at her best.

      Now, he understood why the vampire and the English
      librarian looking guy had been so hung up on her.

      Cordelia Chase was fucking hot.

      The body was long and slender, voluptuous curves
      accentuated by the black clothes given to her by Jean. The
      hair was short, accented with blonde highlights that did
      something to her eyes, made them sparkle, set off by a
      bronze colored skin that was even, making her the oxymoron
      of a California girl with just that little bit of class
      that gave her that something extra. Jean had it in spades.
      Rogue had a different sort, and Storm's was it's own godly
      type. But Jean and Cordelia had the exact same move, grace,
      walk.

      Royalty.

      What was he overheard that Wes guy telling Storm? Cordelia
      was a princess or some shit like that?

      He pursed his lips, looking over to Rogue who greeted
      Cordelia with a hint of a smile on her face, all the
      affection she usually allowed.

      Cordelia Chase gave Rogue a smile, but there was something
      in her eyes that, upon sniffing, matched fear. Cordelia was
      scared. Scared shitless.

      "Hey guys." She remained standing, but took the beer that
      Scott had taken but never drunk, and took a sip herself.
      "Jean, shouldn't you be napping or something?"

      "Later."

      "Yeah. Later."

      Logan cocked an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes, and almost as
      if she had felt him, she turned, regarding him.

      He had come to notice that most women who first laid eyes
      on him had two different reactions: blatant fear or
      immediate curiosity.

      Cordelia Chase regarded him, and it was clear she was
      experiencing the later. Her eyes bore into his and she
      paused, and she continued to silently process everything
      she was seeing.

      "Who's Lumber Jack Dan over here?"

      Rogue raised an eyebrow and Storm came forward, moving past
      Wesley. "You do remember Logan, don't you?"

      Cordelia's eyes never left his and he only smirked, looking
      right back, knowing Rogue was watching and so angry he
      didn't care. Let her check him out. He was just as good at
      checking right back.

      But the girl didn't back down. Her eyes were on his and
      they were damn pretty eyes, and in the end it was Rogue who
      stepped up and broke their line of sight by turning her
      back on him and talking to Cordelia that ended the staring
      contest.

      "How are you feeling?"

      Cordelia looked over her shoulder to him again, but she
      just shook her head slightly and then turned to Rogue. "We
      have to talk. Now. The vision. Was Freaky."

      ~*~

      Rogue's eyes were dark, troubled, more troubled than
      before, and Cordelia felt her mind flash yet again. Her
      eyes fluttered and the pain was back and she closed her
      eyes, taking a breath, and letting it ride through her.

      "Are you okay? Cordelia?"

      "I'm fine," she whispered. "The pain... it's... just a
      flash." Not nearly as painful and God... she could almost
      stand it.

      Mutation was a scary thing, when she allowed herself to
      think about it. The Truth was, Cordelia Chase wasn't sure
      exactly what the mutation had done to her. All she knew,
      was waking up to find a pretty, tired, young doctor looking
      over her shoulder along with a huge beast with fur who
      spoke with better grammar than Wesley.

      And she didn't care. She was alive, she was sane, visions
      still there.

      Mission accomplished. She'd worry about being a freak
      later.

      She swallowed down the nausea and then turned to Rogue,
      hand on the smaller girl's covered shoulder before
      beginning. "You remember that vision I had?"

      "The one you had while we flew?"

      "Yeah."

      "What did you see, Cordelia?" Wesley asked, immediately at
      her side.

      "Where's Angel?" She asked, looking around.

      "In the study with Charles."

      "Wheels?"

      Logan snorted, amused despite himself. "Yeah. Wheels."

      Cordelia's eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms. He
      crossed his right back, daring her to comment.

      She didn't. She'd worry about hairy freak later.

      The last thing she needed was to tell Rogue that her
      boyfriend would be the one responsible for her death.

      And that he would kill himself when he realized what he
      did.

      And that she would lead the parade to the apocalypse.

      Or that the demon Angelus would take over her best friend.

      All that information was on a need-to-know basis.

      And Angel needed to know. NOW.

      "Let's go get him."

      ~*~

      The phone rang, interrupting Angel's contemplation, and
      Charles just smiled, moving about the chess pieces, while
      Angel reached for his cup of mug, pausing to savor the
      scent before letting what little there was left slide over
      his tongue, down his throat, the bitter, tangy liquid
      filling him as nothing else did.

      God. Some things never felt better than human blood... life
      blood... the soul of something... seeping through him.

      He closed his eyes, feeling an unconscious sigh as it
      seeped through him, jerking his body as the demon growled
      in appreciation.

      Human blood.

      "Angel?" Angel opened his eyes, felt his fingers jump to
      his face and immediately looked away in embarrassment.

      "I'm sorry," He managed to growl through the fanged lips,
      hiding the demonic face from the professor.

      "It's quite all right, Angel. The phone. It's for you. Some
      one named Charles Gunn."

      There was a dizziness, a buzz and he blinked, shaking it
      away, trying to remember how to contain the sensation that
      came only with the consumption of human blood.

      Human Blood.

      He reached blindly for the phone, shoving it against his
      ear, not wanting to see the Professor's face as his mind
      reached to control the demon that had managed to slip out.

      "Gunn."

      "Angel, man. There's shit going down here. You gotta come
      back. NOW."

      Crap. Angel bit into his lip, holding it down as he managed
      to eek out, "What happened?"

      "Vampires. And other stuff. I mean it's WIERD. I talked to
      some of my boys and - Angel - Lorne said you had to get
      your ass back here NOW. And to bring those X's out too.
      It's the end of the world."

      "Again?"

      "The end of the world as we know it," came a voice from the
      doorway.

      His entire body stilled at the familiar tone. Angel almost
      dropped the phone when his face jerked toward the doorway.

      "Cordelia?"

      She leaned against the door, offering him a sad, grim
      smile. "And I feel fine."

      He could only stare in shock, not standing, not moving, his
      entire body and mind just focused on the woman in the
      doorway.

      "Angel?"

      Oh God. She was okay. She was safe. She was okay and safe
      and standing here and she was okay and oh God she almost
      died and-

      "Angel!"

      She came forward, and his gaze burned into her, as she
      kneeled in front of him and plucked the phone from his
      lifeless fingers, taking them in hers and massaging them
      lightly as she picked up the conversation.

      "Angel's a little cryptic now," she said, ignoring him as
      the vampire slid fingers through her hair, his face one of
      utter amazement. "Uh... hold on Gunn... Angel what are you
      ON?"

      "You're alive."

      "Uh... Can I call you back?" She listened, her eyes focused
      on Angel and then flipping back to some people behind him.

      He didn't care. She was here and alive and not dead and
      there was ringing in his eyes and God his heart was ready
      to burst and he could have SWORN it was going to beat any
      second now because SHE WAS ALIVE.

      "We're on our way." She gave the phone to Charles, and
      again Angel's hands began to roam over her, on her. "Uh..."
      her hand picked up the empty mug. "Is this human blood?"

      "Yes."

      "Great."

      "Don't vampires drink human blood?" asked Rogue from the
      back.

      "Uh... bad ones do. Angel hasn't had any in a while and
      it's made him a little... vampirey." Cordelia's hand
      cradled his face and his eyes glowed as he gazed at her,
      covering her hands with his own and squeezing.

      "You're alive."

      Her eyes met his and for a moment she just stared, and her
      eyes closed and her heart skipped a beat - he heard it-
      before she stood, and his hands were burning on her waist
      and she said something to everyone about leaving and
      getting ready to pack and all he saw was her until the
      blood rushing through him and in him and around him died
      down and suddenly it was just him and her.

      "Cordy?"

      She took a breath, fingers running over the features of his
      face as she smiled, a little shakily. "Hey. You with me
      now?"

      He swallowed. She was here. She was alive. She wasn't
      crazy, and the only thing different about her was her
      ensemble.

      With a strangled moan he pulled her to him and held her
      close, eyes stinging with tears as she let him hold her,
      just for a second, before pulling away, taking a step back.


      Oh, God, Cordy, don't do that... don't pull away when I
      need to feel you.

      "Angel. You need to listen. The vision - the one I had
      yesterday."

      "Not the vision. Not right now," he spat immediately,
      rising, looking at her as if she was some sort of prey he
      had been tracking forever.

      Her eyes widened, and immediately narrowed. She knew him
      too well, his Cordelia. She knew what he wanted.

      "Angel -"

      His dead heart felt as if it would burst as her eyes met
      with his, the smile coming from her lips quickly faltering
      when she saw the intensity in her eyes.

      "I almost lost you, again," he whispered, voice hampered by
      emotion, lust, desire... love. "I could never..."

      He could smell her - the increased awareness of him, could
      hear the blood racing through her heart, could see the way
      her feet stepped back nervously.

      His hands clenched at his side, and he felt caged: knowing
      what he wanted, helpless to get it and not giving a damn.

      She was still Miss Commonsense, he could practically hear
      her mind whirling as she fought this, fought him, fought it
      for so long.

      But perhaps it was the moisture that tinted his dark brown
      eyes that made her hesitation disappear, and every reason
      that they had discussed those years ago on why they could
      never be more than friends unless the impossible happened
      was thrown out the window when her eyes watered, and her
      mouth trembled and she whispered, "Oh, God Angel. I thought
      I had lost you too."

      He lunged forward, meeting her halfway as he pulled her
      close, pulled her head back and met her lips in a
      desperate, searing kiss.

      God - how had he forgotten the sensation of her hot, moist
      lips against his colder ones? How the burning, raging
      desire inside of him exploded with every movement of her
      body against his? Every touch of her hands on his body, the
      way she felt so obvious, wanting him, needing him-

      How had he forgotten how good it felt to kiss her?

      ~*~

      Okay... sex with Angel equaled badness. That was her
      mantra, she had come to accept it - but GOD.

      The second his lips left her own she tried to speak, tried
      to reason this out. "Angel," she managed, mind reeling as
      she tried to do anything but concentrate on the feel of him
      against her, the way his hands spread out on her waist,
      fingers grabbing and pulling her closer against a hardness
      that body melt and soften against his, the aching heat that
      was spreading from her groan to her chest to her heart
      until she wanted to explode -

      The way the only thing that seemed to soothe her was the
      aching coolness of his lips, his body, his hands-

      And his lips came down and there it was again - the
      beautiful kiss that only felt right, only felt REAL, when
      he gave it to her.

      When he loved her.

      His lips clung to hers, a low rumbling vibrating from his
      throat that seeped into her body, as he jerked her toward
      him, crushing her against him, her back slamming against
      the wall as he slid his hands over her waist and lifted her
      up, fitting her hips neatly against his.

      Oh, God. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD.

      She swallowed, almost suffocating as his chest was rock
      hard against her, the wall not giving any- but who cared
      about breathing when Angel was with her, when Angel was
      kissing her.

      He mumbled something intelligible and her lips parted with
      a sigh, taking in a breath as one hand gently slid up under
      her shirt and skimmed the side of one breast, face buried
      in her neck, and there was sucking and tiny nips with
      teeth, and suckles.

      Her cheek scraped against the rougher stubble of his cheek,
      and he hadn't cared about shaving so it burned a little,
      but it was a good kind of burning as her mouth pressed
      against the dark fabric covering his shoulder, opening and
      biting down lightly.

      He groaned, jerking his hands down and now they spread
      against her backside, palming them carefully, pulling in,
      until her hip was rocking against his and oh God-

      "Angel," it was barely a word, and even her arms and hands
      rebelled against her as they buried themselves in the nape
      of his neck, fanning out, then closing back in to grope at
      the silky stands, pushing them closer, and then, in an
      admirable sense of control, pulling away.

      Her back was pressed flat against the wall, he was inches
      away, but she managed to make her grasp hold, her voice
      weak, but surprisingly firm, despite her gasping breaths
      that seemed incredibly contradictory. "We have to stop,"
      she rasped, eyes locked with his.

      "We have to," she said again. His chest was shuddering
      underneath her hands, but her forehead gently rested
      against his and she was putting so much trust in him, and
      the humanity that she was linked to - his humanizing
      influence - gave him the control. He gulped, nodding,
      growling and groaning and shutting his eyes as he felt his
      body betraying him, showing her how much he still wanted
      her.

      But he moved away, let her slide to the ground, held her
      steady as she reeled slightly from wobbly knees. She
      swallowed, chest heaving, closing her eyes and keeping her
      forehead resting against his as she stroked him
      comfortingly, swiftly, down his chest, up his neck,
      struggling to keep even a bit of contact as she desperately
      tried to get her body, her mind, her feelings, under
      control.

      He groaned, closing his eyes, fingertips gently skimming
      her elbows, head rolling up as he growled at the ceiling.
      "I hate this," she heard him whisper. "I hate not being
      able to touch you."

      She swallowed down the lump of emotion, letting his arms go
      around her, holding him close as she pressed a kiss to her
      best friend's throat. "I know," she replied gently. "I hate
      it too."

      But there was no other choice, as they held each other in a
      quiet moment of solitude, best friends, who could never be
      lovers...

      Cordelia felt the tears brim beneath her eyelids, but she
      wiped them quickly away. At least she still had him in her
      life.

      That was okay for now, wasn't it?

      She sighed, keeping her eyes closed as she breathed him in,
      knowing when they left this room, it would all be the same
      as it was before.

      It had to be.

      ~*~


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      Melissa Flores aka Misty
      ~*~*~
      http://www.wolverineandrogue.com/mistiec

      You all know that I am a pacifist. So I am not interested in war in any way. But you know what? When the revolution comes, I will have to destroy you all. Not you Joey.
      ~Phoebe, The One with the Ride Along

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