Fanfiction: Angel The Series: Sweet Smell Of Sunshine, I Remember Sometimes
Title: Sweet Smell Of Sunshine, I Remember Sometimes
Rating: PG
Pairing: Angel/Cordelia
Word Count: 900
Summary: Post-NFA, Angel meets Cordelia again on a spiritual plane.
Author's Note: This is written for bellonablack who wanted something like this for Christmas. It's a little late, but I hope you still enjoy it dear. Unbeta'd.
"Let's go to work."
It's a suicide mission at best. At worst, well, Angel's not sure what it is at worst. But he doesn't care anymore. Not like he used to. Cordelia is dead. Wesley is dead. Gunn is dying. Fred is Illyria now. And Spike..well Spike was Spike. What did he have left? Sure, Connor remembers he was his son, but he doesn't need him. He has lost everything, given up everything for his fight, and he is weary. He doesn't want to fight anymore. He is so tired of it.
But he has one last battle. One last stand to make. He knows it's a futile battle, and he probably won't win, but you don't fight to win, you fight to protect those who can't. And he does. He takes Wolfram and Hart head on, he fights their dragon, and he loses. The last thing he remembers is his body being engulfed in fire, and then nothing.
It's a relief. He's longed to feel nothing. It hurts too much to feel anymore.
The next thing he sees in a white room. It's a little cliche, he thinks to himself. It's different from the hell dimension he got stuck in when Buffy killed him years ago. But then he sees her, and he knows it couldn't be any form of hell if she was there.
"Cordelia." Her name sounds strange to his lips, it's been so long since he's dared say it out loud.
"Well who were you expecting? The pope?" She asks with a cheeky grin. She seems angelic, dressed all in white. Her hair is like he last remembered seeing it, in beautiful chestnut ringlets.
"This is either heaven or a hell designed to torture me," He mutters, not even quite realizing what he's saying.
This causes her to raise a curious brow. "And why would seeing me again be hell? I should kick your ass for that one, champ."
And that alone tells him it can't be an illusion or his imagination because everything about her is pure Cordelia Chase.
"It wouldn't be, but you know how places like hell work, torturing with what you want but can't have," he explains. He remembers briefly to when he was trapped in the ocean for three months, dreaming only of her and his family.
"Oh, so you want me then?"
"You know I do." And it's true. Even when he tried to focus on Nina, tried to move on with his life, all he could think of was Cordelia. It's like she had wormed her way into the very cells of his being. He wouldn't put it past her.
"Really? You seemed pretty chummy with Miss Wolfy."
"Cordy I-"
She cuts him off, smiling and bending down to take his hands in hers, bringing him up to his feet. She was always the one getting him back on his feet, it seemed.
"It doesn't matter. I know you were just doing the best you could. How can I hold it against you when I was d-"
"But still." He cuts her off now. Even now, he doesn't want hear the words. He doesn't like to admit she's dead because even now she seems more alive than anyone he's ever known. But still, he has a question he has to ask. "So am I dead then? Is this..does heaven even exist?" He can't imagine he could have ever atoned enough for his sins to end up in such a place. But here she was.
"Not quite. The Powers still have some plans for you, but you're going to be doing them on another plane now, kind of like I do. I'm supposed to show you the ropes."
His heart would have raced in panic, if it could, at those words. "You're not going to leave me again, are you?" His words are desperate, he is desperate. He's lost so much. He's so tired. He can't lose her again. Not a third time. It'll destroy whatever's left of him, not that there's much there to destroy anymore.
"No," She whispers, pressing soft kisses against his knuckles. They feel warm. For the first time in a long time, he feels warm. He feels safe, like the way he always did with her. "I'm not going to leave you again. I told the Powers that myself. Considering everything they've put us through, they owe us that much."
"I've missed you so much, Cordelia," He whispers. And he has. He missed her so much he tried to bury it deep inside, never talked about it, but it was always there, eating inside of him. He had never mourned someone like that before.
"I've missed you too," She smiles and it's familiar, and sad, and happy all at once. It's something he never thought he'd get the chance to see again. And before he could do or think anything else, she was leaning in, pressing her lips gently against his. It was almost more like a whisper than a kiss.
"Welcome home, Angel."
And that's exactly where he is, home. Because home is where Cordelia is, and whatever is coming next, whatever the Powers have in store for him now, he feels like he can handle it as long as she is by his side. So he does the one thing he wants to right now, to celebrate his homecoming.
He kisses her again.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Angel/Cordelia
Word Count: 900
Summary: Post-NFA, Angel meets Cordelia again on a spiritual plane.
Author's Note: This is written for bellonablack who wanted something like this for Christmas. It's a little late, but I hope you still enjoy it dear. Unbeta'd.
"Let's go to work."
It's a suicide mission at best. At worst, well, Angel's not sure what it is at worst. But he doesn't care anymore. Not like he used to. Cordelia is dead. Wesley is dead. Gunn is dying. Fred is Illyria now. And Spike..well Spike was Spike. What did he have left? Sure, Connor remembers he was his son, but he doesn't need him. He has lost everything, given up everything for his fight, and he is weary. He doesn't want to fight anymore. He is so tired of it.
But he has one last battle. One last stand to make. He knows it's a futile battle, and he probably won't win, but you don't fight to win, you fight to protect those who can't. And he does. He takes Wolfram and Hart head on, he fights their dragon, and he loses. The last thing he remembers is his body being engulfed in fire, and then nothing.
It's a relief. He's longed to feel nothing. It hurts too much to feel anymore.
The next thing he sees in a white room. It's a little cliche, he thinks to himself. It's different from the hell dimension he got stuck in when Buffy killed him years ago. But then he sees her, and he knows it couldn't be any form of hell if she was there.
"Cordelia." Her name sounds strange to his lips, it's been so long since he's dared say it out loud.
"Well who were you expecting? The pope?" She asks with a cheeky grin. She seems angelic, dressed all in white. Her hair is like he last remembered seeing it, in beautiful chestnut ringlets.
"This is either heaven or a hell designed to torture me," He mutters, not even quite realizing what he's saying.
This causes her to raise a curious brow. "And why would seeing me again be hell? I should kick your ass for that one, champ."
And that alone tells him it can't be an illusion or his imagination because everything about her is pure Cordelia Chase.
"It wouldn't be, but you know how places like hell work, torturing with what you want but can't have," he explains. He remembers briefly to when he was trapped in the ocean for three months, dreaming only of her and his family.
"Oh, so you want me then?"
"You know I do." And it's true. Even when he tried to focus on Nina, tried to move on with his life, all he could think of was Cordelia. It's like she had wormed her way into the very cells of his being. He wouldn't put it past her.
"Really? You seemed pretty chummy with Miss Wolfy."
"Cordy I-"
She cuts him off, smiling and bending down to take his hands in hers, bringing him up to his feet. She was always the one getting him back on his feet, it seemed.
"It doesn't matter. I know you were just doing the best you could. How can I hold it against you when I was d-"
"But still." He cuts her off now. Even now, he doesn't want hear the words. He doesn't like to admit she's dead because even now she seems more alive than anyone he's ever known. But still, he has a question he has to ask. "So am I dead then? Is this..does heaven even exist?" He can't imagine he could have ever atoned enough for his sins to end up in such a place. But here she was.
"Not quite. The Powers still have some plans for you, but you're going to be doing them on another plane now, kind of like I do. I'm supposed to show you the ropes."
His heart would have raced in panic, if it could, at those words. "You're not going to leave me again, are you?" His words are desperate, he is desperate. He's lost so much. He's so tired. He can't lose her again. Not a third time. It'll destroy whatever's left of him, not that there's much there to destroy anymore.
"No," She whispers, pressing soft kisses against his knuckles. They feel warm. For the first time in a long time, he feels warm. He feels safe, like the way he always did with her. "I'm not going to leave you again. I told the Powers that myself. Considering everything they've put us through, they owe us that much."
"I've missed you so much, Cordelia," He whispers. And he has. He missed her so much he tried to bury it deep inside, never talked about it, but it was always there, eating inside of him. He had never mourned someone like that before.
"I've missed you too," She smiles and it's familiar, and sad, and happy all at once. It's something he never thought he'd get the chance to see again. And before he could do or think anything else, she was leaning in, pressing her lips gently against his. It was almost more like a whisper than a kiss.
"Welcome home, Angel."
And that's exactly where he is, home. Because home is where Cordelia is, and whatever is coming next, whatever the Powers have in store for him now, he feels like he can handle it as long as she is by his side. So he does the one thing he wants to right now, to celebrate his homecoming.
He kisses her again.