SCRIBES OF ANGEL
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The Curfew by Dannyblue
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SUMMARY: Angel worries about Cordelia.
SPOILERS: No spoilers, really. The story takes place before
"Billy".
CONTENT/WARNINGS: Angel/Cordy, of course.
RATING: PG. There are a few mildly bad words.
DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon, et. al, are the owners. I don't make a dime.
NOTE: Love me some clueless Cordy, and ranting Angel.
Cordy's
apartment was too small. The size, combined with all the furniture that was in
the way, left little room to pace properly. But he gave it a try. It was either
pace, or go out and kill something.
Well, he wasn't going anywhere until Cordelia got home. And he had wrung her
neck…
"Where is she?" Angel demanded for the hundredth time.
For the hundredth time, the light flickered off and on. Dennis's equivalent of
a shrug.
With a frustrated growl, Angel turned and paced toward the front door.
Something had to be wrong. Cordy had said she'd be home by midnight. It was
almost 2 a.m. She hadn't called anyone to tell them she'd be late. Hadn't left
a message on her answering machine so Dennis wouldn't worry. Hadn't…
Angel jumped when the telephone rang. Turning, he pounced on the defenseless
device, almost crushing it with his vampiric strength.
"Cordy!" he barked into the receiver. "Where the hell are
you?"
There was a lengthy pause.
"I hope you aren't going to speak to Cordelia in that tone of voice."
"Wesley." Angel growled in frustration.
"Because, if you are, I think I'll stay home tomorrow."
"What is it, Wesley?" Angel demanded. He didn't want to tie up the
line, in case Cordy called. Of course, she didn't know he'd been in her
apartment for the past hour, pacing a hole in her carpet.
"So, Cordelia isn't home yet?" the Englishman asked, the concern
plain in his voice.
"Oh, so now you're worried," Angel hissed, just a tad disgusted.
"So, it's okay for you. But my worrying is classified as
over-reacting."
"Angel, according to my watch, you started worrying at 12:15."
"She said she'd be home by midnight, Wes. Not them minutes after twelve.
Not 12:15. Midnight!"
There was a very pregnant (like, 8.9 months pregnant) pause.
"Yes, of course," Wesley said, voice as dry as a good martini.
Angel frowned. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."
"Besides, I was right!" Deciding he'd been standing still for too
long, Angel took the cordless and resumed his pacing. "Something's wrong!
She's two hours late! I knew I should have tailed her to that party. Then, at
least, I'd know where she was. And, before you say it, Wes, it would not be
stalking. It would be me looking out for a friend."
Angel paused. Eyes narrowed, he stared up at the ceiling. "I wonder what
she's wearing. Probably some skimpy little dress. With a short skirt. I bet all
the guys are staring at her legs. I bet the dress is red."
Deep, blood red. The color of heat, and passion, and hunger, and desire, and…
"Yes, well." Wesley cleared his throat. "Considering how late
she is getting home, I admit you have cause for concern…"
"You're damn right I do!" Head still filled with visions of a blood
red dress, Angel started to pace again. "Every time I let that woman out
of my sight, something happens to her! You know what I should do? I should just
pick the best room in the hotel and lock her up in it. On the top floor, so she
wouldn't get any ideas and try to climb out the window. It wouldn't be a
prison, you understand. She could decorate it any way she wanted. And she could
get all of the cable channels. You guys could visit her every day, so she wouldn't
get lonely. And, as for shopping, there are catalogs for just about
every…"
"Angel!!!" Wesley finally exclaimed.
His flow interrupted, Angel frowned in confusion. The ex-Watcher sounded
shocked. Even a little alarmed.
What's that all about? the vampire wondered.
"Angel," Wesley continued. He seemed to be making an effort to sound
calm. Rational. "I know you care about Cordelia a great deal. But you
can't…"
Suddenly, something hit the door with a THUMP. Tuning Wesley out, Angel focused
his attention on the sounds coming from outside.
"No, I'm okay. Really!"
Relief rushed through Angel's body. It was Cordelia's voice. Cordelia was home.
She was home, and she was safe.
"I'm really okay. I just want to lean here for a while. Thanks for the
ride!"
Forgetting all about the guy lecturing him on the other end of the line, Angel
hung up the 'phone. Cordelia was home. She hadn't been attacked by a vampire,
mauled by a demon, or sucked into another dimension. She was home. And safe.
And two hours late.
He was going to kill her!
A growl rumbling in his chest, Angel stormed towards the door. When he threw it
open, he found Cordy standing there, her key poised where the doorknob had
been. For several seconds, she just blinked at the key, as if she couldn't
understand where the lock went.
"Cordelia?" Angel asked, shocked by her apparent condition.
Still blinking like an owl, she looked up at him. "Angel?" she asked.
Then, nodding at nothing in particular, she stumbled across the threshold.
"Hi, Angel."
"You're drunk!" the vampire exclaimed, incredulous. He slammed the
door closed. "What the hell are you staying out all night getting
drunk?"
Looking insulted, Cordy stood up straight. Teetering a little from side to
side, she put her hands on her hips and gave him the patented Cordelia Chase
glare. Or tried to. With the way her eyes kept crossing, it didn't quite have
the usual effect.
"Yes, Angel," she slurred with great dignity. "I do happentobe
drunk. But it's not my fault. Tracy had this punch that was all sweet and
pineapple-ally." Amused by the way she mangled the word, she paused to
giggle before continuing. "How was I supposed to know…"
She gestured wildly, which threw off her delicate balance. As she staggered,
Angel reached out to catch her. But she held up a hand to ward him off.
"I got it," she said. Somehow, miraculously, she managed to keep from
falling over.
And Angel just had to smile. He had to. Despite all of his anger and worry,
watching Cordy struggle not to appear as drunk as she was…
Well, she looked s damned adorable! How could he not smile?
"Come on, Cor," he said, gently wrapping his arm around her
shoulders. "Let's get you to bed so you can sleep this off."
In the blink of an eye, Cordy's expression of injured pride turned into a
confused frown. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Oh, well…" The vampire stammered into silence. Now that he knew that
she was safe and sound, could see and feel that she was alright, he didn't want
to dwell on his earlier…behavior.
Wesley! he thought with a silent groan. He could only imagine what the
ex-Watcher was thinking. He just hoped the man understood that their 'phone
conversation was strictly confidential…
"Were you worried about me, Angel?" Cordelia asked. In another
mercurial change of mood, a gentle smile spread across her lips. Her eyes
filled with tears. "That is so sweet!"
If she only knew.
Clearing his throat, Angel started to steer Cordy towards her bedroom.
"You're my best friend, Angel."
"You're my best friend, Cordy."
"You're the best friend I ever had."
"Me too."
"And you have the cutest ass."
"I…" Startled, Angel stumbled to a halt. "What?!"
"You have a really cute ass," Cordy continued very seriously.
"Sometimes, I just want to…" She made some hand gestures Angel didn't
even want to think about.
"Oh." He tried to come up with something else to say. But all he
could manage was another hoarse, "Oh."
Turning to face him, Cordy clung to the front of his shirt. "But friends
shouldn't grab their friends' asses. Unless they're playing softball or
something. You know?"
Angel was glad he didn't need to breathe because, at that moment, he wouldn't
have been able too. She was watching him so earnestly, as if she actually
expected an answer. But all Angel could think of was her hand on his ass.
And some ridiculous notion of putting together a softball team.
"I can be me with you," Cordy continued. "'Cause I know you
don't think of me that way. And I sure don't think of you that way."
"Oh," Angel said, feeling disappointed for some reason. "Y-you
don't."
"Nope!" she said cheerfully. "I mean, I never had a girlfriend
before. Not a really real one. But, now, I have you!"
And, with those words, Cordelia Chase gracefully passed out.
Angel caught her, cradling her in his arms. For several long moments, he just
stood there, not knowing what to do. He felt like he'd just been doused with
ice water. The ice cubes pelting his face and body. The metal bucket hitting
him square between the eyes.
The glass figurines on the counter clinked together, making a tinkling sound.
Almost like laughter.
"Thanks a lot, Dennis," Angel said wryly. He glanced down at
Cordelia's peacefully serene face. "Well, at least she didn't say she
thinks of me like a brother."
The glass figurines tinkled a little harder.
THE END