Precipitant
Jun. 14th, 2003 03:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
butterflyOr, the next set of post-Home drabbles, wherein more plot occurs and Wesley and Angel don't get to kiss again... yet.
First set: Finding Home
Second set: Memory Loss
Third set: Moments of Reflection
Fourth set (1): Old and New
Fourth set (2): Old and New
Absolution
Sometimes, he almost convinced himself that she was waking up.
Still, he knew full well that a person in a coma could move without the action meaning anything.
But she would sigh or smile and he would wonder what it would be like if she did wake up.
He wondered how she would feel about what they'd gotten themselves into. Would Cordelia understand? He hardly understood it himself most of the time.
Also, she hadn't been herself for some time, though before he'd blamed it on his own actions.
And though he missed her, he'd been missing her for years.
Faithful
He was truly happy.
College was a blast. Tracy hadn't worked out, but there were so many other possibilities.
After all, for the average guy, college was just one big party.
And he was nothing if not average (though intelligent and athletic, he heard his mom's voice chide).
This latest girl was really something though. Short, dark hair and a smile that lit up a room. She liked to be in charge, and he had to admit that he didn't mind.
And she was strong and fast, just like him. Athletic but normal.
Yeah, everything was great.
Life was perfect.
Springs Eternal
He wasn't entirely sure why he kept visiting.
Sometimes, he wondered if the evil coiled in Cordelia had been part of the reason for their failing friendship. If she'd been avoiding him because she feared the resident demon expert would figure it all out.
No fear of that, he thought, perhaps a touch bitterly. After all, he'd been so caught up in his own drama, he might not have noticed if Cordelia had walked around carrying a sign that said, "I'm incredibly evil."
Seeing her always made him wallow in self-indulgent depression.
Upon reflection, that was probably why he came.
Oversight
Around noon, her eyelids fluttered, and she started a new dream.
This one was simple, just the boy, sitting with her in a dark room, his hand touching her knee as he laughed.
He started to slowly fade away, and like that weirdo cat, his smile stayed the longest.
Red seeped around the edges of her dream and everything started aching. Her right hand twitched and tightened into a fist in the soft sheets of a bed... her bed?
She took a shuddering breath and the air was thick.
At one-fifteen, Cordelia Chase opened her eyes.
She could remember everything.
See! Plot! It snuck up on me.
First set: Finding Home
Second set: Memory Loss
Third set: Moments of Reflection
Fourth set (1): Old and New
Fourth set (2): Old and New
Absolution
Sometimes, he almost convinced himself that she was waking up.
Still, he knew full well that a person in a coma could move without the action meaning anything.
But she would sigh or smile and he would wonder what it would be like if she did wake up.
He wondered how she would feel about what they'd gotten themselves into. Would Cordelia understand? He hardly understood it himself most of the time.
Also, she hadn't been herself for some time, though before he'd blamed it on his own actions.
And though he missed her, he'd been missing her for years.
Faithful
He was truly happy.
College was a blast. Tracy hadn't worked out, but there were so many other possibilities.
After all, for the average guy, college was just one big party.
And he was nothing if not average (though intelligent and athletic, he heard his mom's voice chide).
This latest girl was really something though. Short, dark hair and a smile that lit up a room. She liked to be in charge, and he had to admit that he didn't mind.
And she was strong and fast, just like him. Athletic but normal.
Yeah, everything was great.
Life was perfect.
Springs Eternal
He wasn't entirely sure why he kept visiting.
Sometimes, he wondered if the evil coiled in Cordelia had been part of the reason for their failing friendship. If she'd been avoiding him because she feared the resident demon expert would figure it all out.
No fear of that, he thought, perhaps a touch bitterly. After all, he'd been so caught up in his own drama, he might not have noticed if Cordelia had walked around carrying a sign that said, "I'm incredibly evil."
Seeing her always made him wallow in self-indulgent depression.
Upon reflection, that was probably why he came.
Oversight
Around noon, her eyelids fluttered, and she started a new dream.
This one was simple, just the boy, sitting with her in a dark room, his hand touching her knee as he laughed.
He started to slowly fade away, and like that weirdo cat, his smile stayed the longest.
Red seeped around the edges of her dream and everything started aching. Her right hand twitched and tightened into a fist in the soft sheets of a bed... her bed?
She took a shuddering breath and the air was thick.
At one-fifteen, Cordelia Chase opened her eyes.
She could remember everything.
See! Plot! It snuck up on me.