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Title: The Fine Line
Author: onlyann (Anne)
Posted: 01-19-2004
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Rating: NC-17
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Content: C/A
Summary: This is in response to a challenge posted by Psychofilly back in Sept. 2003 on the ‘Hiatus Challenge thread’.
Spoilers: BTVS Season 3
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made. Ryan Chamberlain and Kevin Collins- characters belonging to General Hospital – Jill F. Phelps, Executive Procedure; Port Charles Julie Carrruthers, Executive Procedure.
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Thanks/Dedication: Becky and Kel. Those lovely talented women have given me nothing but encouragement, help, and support on this story.


Part 64

Angel tried to pour some more wine into Miss Twittle’s glass.

She shook her head. “No thank you. I’m driving. That was delicious, Angel.” She patted her lips politely with her napkin. “However, I do think Cordy needs some more soda,” she said, getting up and waving Angel back to his seat. “I’ll get it.”

Angel didn’t miss the panicked look that Cordelia directed at him as Miss Twittle opened the refrigerator. ”Don’t worry,” he mouthed.

“Here you go.” Miss Twittle poured the soda in her glass.

“Angel, I’m glad to see that you’ve taken the effort to make sure that Cordelia has the proper nutrition.” She nodded towards the refrigerator.

Angel felt unusually warm as Cordelia smiled at him. Her smile held much more than simple relief or gratitude but appreciation that he had not only listened to her warnings but had believed her.

“Now, perhaps you could show me your list.” Miss Twittle arched her brow as she sat back down.

Angel shot her a questioning look.

“You know, the list,” Cordelia said quickly, “of the things we still need to get. You know like club soda and stuff,” she nodded encouragingly towards him.

“Oh,” Angel nodded. “That list.”

“Well?” Miss Twittle asked.

Angel inwardly cringed at the click-click-click sounding on the marble top. He pressed his palms flat on the table to stop them from ripping Miss Twittle’s fingers off one by one. “It’s in my head.”

Miss Twittle’s’ tapping came to a sudden halt. “That is not a very efficient place for it.”

Angel’s palms slipped down to the table to grip the edge tightly.

“Oh, it is,” Cordelia swiftly reassured Miss Twittle. “Angel has a great memory. And don’t worry,” Cordelia patted Miss Twittle’s arm. “I’ll be with him at the store.”

Miss Twittle sighed. “Very well. I’ll trust your judgment on what you need to be comfortable.”

Angel decided it was time to change the subject. “Cordy, Miss Twittle knows the history of this house.”

“You do?” Cordelia asked, focusing her gaze on Miss Twittle.

“She says that the former owners fled to avoid prison,” Angel added.

Cordelia looked towards him and then back at Miss Twittle. “Really? Prison? That’s seems too much like Law and Order for Sunnydale.”

Miss Twittle nodded. "The Richardsons did come from New York City. Their quick flight from Sunnydale was quite the scandal at the time,” she continued. “It seems that Bart and Stella Richardson had made a living at pushing the boundaries of the law.”

“Really.” Cordelia rested her chin on her fist.

“Yes, it seemed that not once did they pay taxes on their illegal lifestyle.”

“Oh,” Cordelia said.

Angel glanced as Cordelia straightened then stood. He furrowed his brow as she quickly picked up the dirty dishes and took them to the sink.

“Is not paying taxes so bad?” Cordelia asked Miss Twittle over her shoulder.

“Of course. It’s comparable to treason. The Richardsons took advantage of the benefits of living in the United States, but refused to do their duty as citizens. They stole from every hard working person in this country.”

“Oh.”

Angel didn’t like the way Cordelia’s shoulders slumped, or the way the plate she held slipped through her fingers to land with a clank in the sink.

“Cordy?” He stood. But she moved away before he could reach her.

“Bundt cake?” Cordelia offered the dessert.

Angel knew that the smile she wore was manufactured.

Miss Twittle glanced at her watch. “Oh, no, the time. It’s 9:00 p.m. I need to leave. Cordelia has school tomorrow.” Miss Twittle held out her hand towards Cordelia. “Walk me to the door?”

Angel tensed. Something Miss Twittle had said had upset Cordelia. He didn’t want to leave her alone with the older woman, not when he didn’t know what was wrong.

“I’ll be happy to escort you to your car.”

“Cordy can do it. Angel, I had a lovely time. Thank you for the satisfying company and dinner.”

Angel stood motionless as they walked out the door. He wasn’t reassured by Cordelia’s shrug. What if Miss Twittle upset her again? What if she was using the opportunity to convince Cordy that she shouldn’t stay with him? Was the lack of a television or club soda that important to her? He couldn’t take the chance. Angel moved towards the door, opening it slightly, so he could see and hear their conversation. And act if necessary.


Part 65

Cordelia felt uncomfortable as Miss Twittle clasped her hands.

“Dear, my asking you to walk me to my car was a subterfuge.”

Cordelia wrinkled her brow.

Miss Twittle nodded. “I know deceit is not in my nature. But, I needed to talk to you alone – it’s a concern about Angel.”

Cordelia stepped back. “Miss Twittle, I assure you. Angel has been great. I’m safe here.”

Miss Twittle held up her hand. “Dear, I’m not doubting Angel’s precautions or his intentions. My concern is well…”

Cordelia cocked her head at Miss Twittle’s hesitation. “Miss Twittle?” Her eyes widen as a flicker of discomfort crossed Miss Twittle’s face.

Then Miss Twittle's shoulder’s braced and she took a deep breath. “Cordelia, in my experience, young couples that face danger together,” Miss Twittle paused.

Cordelia fidgeted, wishing that she had a clue about what Miss Twittle found so hard to say.

Miss Twittle took another deep breath. “They develop feelings for each other that are centered in the danger and act on those feelings without thinking about the consequences or even if the feelings are real –"

“Miss Twittle –” Cordelia interrupted, suddenly realizing that Miss Twittle was worried that she and Angel were going to become a flash in the pan soap opera couple.

Miss Twittle held up her hand again. “Please let me finish.”

Cordelia shifted her weight and nodded, deciding that it would go quicker if she stayed quiet.

Miss Twittle nodded in return. “I just want you to be aware that for every action there is a consequence. You are an intelligent young woman but Angel is very attractive and seems to be your savior in your time of need. But, you must be careful that you don’t confuse your gratitude and his chivalry for love. It is very rare that such relationships stand the test of time without the danger. Luke and Laura, of course, were an exception -- theirs was a true love. But –“

“Miss Twittle.” Cordelia had to stop her. “Angel and I aren’t confused as to why we are together. It’s a necessity because of Damien that’s all. I promise.”

Miss Twittle studied her for moment. Cordelia refused to fidget. She just kept nodding hoping that Miss Twittle would accept her words and stop.

Finally, Miss Twittle nodded. “I will trust your judgment.”

Cordelia refused to let out a loud sigh, and just smiled. “Well, then I will say good night,” Miss Twittle, said.

Cordelia watched her as she went to her car. She was over the top odd, but Cordelia couldn’t help but appreciate that Miss Twittle cared. Cordy just didn’t understand why. “Miss Twittle?”

“Yes, dear?”

“You didn’t like me when I first started working for you, so why do you care so much now?” Cordelia asked.

Miss Twittle walked back to her. “Because one should always help a person in need and,” Miss Twittle lifted Cordelia’s chin, “You’re much more than your first impression. There is a lovely heart hidden within you, isn’t there, Cordy?”

“I… I don’t know.” Cordelia scrunched up her forehead. “But thank you.”

“I do know and you’re welcome.” Miss Twittle smiled.

Cordelia surprised herself and impulsively wrapped Miss Twittle in a tight hug. “Thank you,” she said again. Cordelia suddenly straightened. She was squishing the shoulders pads in Miss Twittle’s suite. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s quite all right, dear. Good night. Call me tomorrow.” Miss Twittle patted Cordelia’s cheek.

Cordelia waved. Once the red taillights disappeared, her shoulders slumped. Miss Twittle was right -- she wasn’t deceitful by nature. Nausea overwhelmed Cordelia. She, on the other hand, was such a fraud.


Part 66

Angel mechanically cleaned the kitchen but his thoughts were on the two women outside. He had left the doorway when it became clear that Miss Twittle’s need to talk wasn’t a threat, but rather a need for more melodrama.

***

Angel wiped the kitchen again. He was getting impatient. Miss Twittle’s flare for the dramatic was keeping Cordelia from him.

Finally, he heard the door open. He folded the dishtowel over the edge of the sink and went into the living room.

He studied Cordelia as she wandered into the room. He frowned at Cordy’s dejected demeanor. It wasn’t the reaction the he’d expected.

He took a step forward. “That went well, I thought.”

“Yeah, great.” Cordelia hugged her body as she moved to the couch.

“Cordelia?” He sat down next to her.

Cordelia wrapped her arms around her knees. “Miss Twittle is actually very sweet,” she sighed, her eyes downcast.

Angel was still puzzled by her demeanor, but waited for Cordelia to say more.

She looked up at Angel. “I bet liars are right up there with tax evaders on her top ten list of evil.”

“Cordelia, she didn’t suspect anything.” Angel paused. “Or did she say something to you?” Angel shouldn’t have been so quick to stop eavesdropping.

Cordelia sighed again, shaking her head.

“Then what’s wrong?”

Angel didn’t like the way she rolled her eyes at him. “You mean other than the fact that I’m a big fact liar?” she grunted.

The tension that had begun to build up in Angel’s shoulders eased. Cordelia was just feeling guilty. “Cordy, I know you’re tired of lying, but –” Angel stopped as Cordelia grunted again and shook her head.

“You heard what she said.”

The tension was coming back. “Um…no,” he quickly lied.

“You were in the kitchen. You had to have heard her.”

Angel furrowed his brow. He thought back to the many conversations that had occurred during dinner. “About the Richardsons?” It was after that conversation that Cordelia had become inexplicitly upset.

“Do you think they’re horrible and treason-worthy?” She stood, agitated.

“Why does their story upset you so much?” Then it hit him. “Your parents.” He gazed at Cordelia. “That’s why they left.”

Cordelia slumped back on the couch. “She’ll hate me.”

Angel cupped Cordelia’s chin, bringing her face within inches of his. “Miss Twittle has many odd notions, but she isn’t stupid.” Angel took a breath. “She cares about you. You have to know that by now.”

“What about you?”

Angel stared at the white teeth that worried her bottom lip. “Me?”

“I lied to you, too.”

Angel shook his head, amazed that she was concerned that her parent’s actions would affect his feelings about her. “Cordy, paying taxes isn’t really something I’ve concerned myself with over the years. And as a sin - it doesn’t quite rate with what I’ve done. Though, parents abandoning a child-"

“No.” Cordelia put up her hand. “They did give me a choice.”

“They did?”

She took a deep breath and leaned back into the couch. “They did. They woke me up to tell me they were selling everything, running and waiting for the lawyers to figure it all out.” She edged closer to him. “I wanted to stay. I still kick myself every day for that decision.” She took another deep breath. “My goal now is to leave Sunnydale, but then -” Cordelia shook her head. “All I could think about was how I couldn’t leave.” Cordelia looked up at Angel. “I wanted to graduate with my class.” She shrugged. “It’s kind of silly when you think that my friends aren’t really the best type to have. But I’ve known most of them, even Willow and Xander, since kindergarten. I saw them more than I saw my parents.” She shook her head and then she let out a small chuckle. “It’s really stupid, considering I had no idea what no money meant.”

Angel cupped her chin, bringing her gaze to his. “You aren’t stupid. You just care more than you let on. That’s a wonderful quality.”

“You think?”

“Yep.” Angel nodded at her unsure smile. “I know.” He pulled her against his side and draped his arm around her shoulders. She was still tense. “You know you were right,” he cocked his head towards her.

“About what?”

He put his feet up on the coffee table. “It’s perfect here.”

“I told you so,” she giggled, imitating his actions.

Angel smiled as her body relaxed against him.

“So, you think the night went well,” she asked him.

Angel nodded. “But, if I’m wrong, I’ll tell Miss Twittle I’m a vampire.”

“Wha-” Cordelia jerked back.

Angel pulled her to him again. “You have to admit that would get her mind off your parents,” he deadpanned.

“You.” Cordelia slapped his chest. “When did you get a sense of humor ” She arched a single brow.

Angel puffed out his chest. “I’ve always been funny. I was voted the funniest-“

“At the Funniest Vampire Pageant?”

Angel narrowed his eyes. “At my village’s fair. I was quite the rambunctious youth.”

“Ah.” Cordelia’s scoff clearly stated her opinion. “‘Rambunctious I can believe, its the funny that I’m having some difficulty with.” She lightly punched his chest.

“Whatever.” Angel pulled her fist down to his lap and wrapped his hand over it.

Cordelia’s feet settled on the floor as she scooted away and faced him. “You did not just say whatever - it’s so unvampy-like.”

Angel exaggerated the roll of his eyes as he pulled her back to his side. “Just goes to show you that vampires are misjudged.”

“Pfft,” Cordelia spit out in laughter.

Angel breathed in the scent that wrapped around him and relished the feel of her body. He moved subtly, inching her closer.

Cordelia yawned. “Nice fire,” she said, blinking at the flickering flames.

“Would you believe that Miss Twittle made me promise that I had the chimney swept before I rented the place?"

Cordelia titled her head up to meet his eyes. “Did you?”

“Actually, I think I may have pushed Spike up it, but it seemed to have worked out anyway.”

Cordelia laughed. “Geez. No wonder Spike was so irritating. You were a mean sire.”

Angel snuggled her closer. “Grand.”

“Even worse.” Cordelia rested her head on his chest. “Meanie.”

“But, you like the fire.” He cuddled her closer.

“Um, hmm. Thank you, Angel." She said softly, as closed her eyes and relaxed further into him.

"You're welcome." Angel’s fingers brushed at the brown silk of her hair. The night hadn’t ended with her in his bed. But, he had solidified her trust. Soon, she would not only admit that she wanted him, but that she also needed him. Angel wetted his lips as his thumb brushed her cheek. Then he would have her in all the ways he could imagine.


Part 67

Cordelia’s eyes snapped open. “Wha…t?”

“You fell asleep.”

Her head jerked up at Angel’s low voice. “Oh.” She blinked taking in her position. She was neatly tucked into his side and feeling entirely too comfortable.

“Entertaining is tiring work.”

“Hmmph.” Cordelia grunted at his sardonic tone. “It is when you’re dealing with Miss Twittle,” she countered as she tried to scoot out from underneath his arm.

But Angel refused the hint. His arm stayed glued to her shoulders while his long legs remained outstretched on the coffee table.

She took a deep breath. “Hey, big guy,” she said lightly as she gave his leg a pat. “Let me up.”

“I’m comfortable.” His tone was teasing but the darkness of his gaze caused her belly to knot into a tight ball.

Cordelia braced her shoulders and pushed off the sofa. “Pfft, big baby,” she chided, deciding to take it as a joke and ignore the rest.

The air seemed to freeze. She turned to look down at Angel. He was still in the same relaxed position, but any signs of playfulness were gone. Cordelia forced herself not to run as his black stare captured hers.

Then just has suddenly as it had come, the coldness was gone. Angel slid fluidly to his feet. His hands reached out to cup her shoulders. “So, you want to go to bed,” he murmured, looking down into her eyes.

Cordelia fretted on her bottom lip. The warmth in his brown eyes made her wonder if she had imagined the whole weirdness. “You don’t want me sleeping on you all night, do you?” She joked.

“Come on,” he said, smiling as he gently led her to the stairway.

Her heart jumped as she tried NOT to take his words as an invitation.

Angel placed her hand on the curve of the banister. He then covered it, preventing her from going up the stairs. “Cordy, do you want a cat?”

Cordelia stopped in mid-step and pivoted to face him. “Did you just say a cat?”

To her disbelief, Angel nodded. “Miss Twittle said that they make good companions.”

Cordelia knew her mouth was gapping but she couldn’t seem to close it.

“Don’t you like them?”

He was serious. She took a deep breath. “Yeah, I like them. I guess. I never had one.” Cordelia paused, thinking back. “When I was little I found a kitten by the stables but my mom wouldn’t let me keep it. She said it would scratch up all of the furniture. It was really cute.” Cordelia eyes wandered to Angel’s couch. It was already pretty ruined a cat couldn’t do any worse to it.

“So, do you want one?”

“What?” Cordelia shook her head, bringing her attention back to Angel. “No.”

“Why not?”

Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly, I can’t take a cat to live with me in a motel.”

“You don’t live in a motel, Cordelia.”

She shivered as the earlier coldness crept up her spine. She wetted her lips. “Um, sure not now.” Cordelia cleared her throat. “But, it’s only for a little while until we can tell Miss Twittle that Damien isn’t a danger. I won’t be here long enough for a pet.”

Angel didn’t respond, nor did the chill in the air disappear. “Um, Angel.” She tugged at her hand until it was free. “I’m going to bed.” She ran up the steps. “Good night,” she mumbled, continuing to move, not wanting to face his darkened gaze again.


Part 68

Angel paced as he gulped down the blood. Infuriating girl. His body cried just to take her and end all the games

He flung himself on the wooden bench against the basement wall. His fists clenched and unclenched he forced his body to calm. He had to think.

Memories of Cordelia sleeping in his arms flooded his mind. The warmth of her breath, the lure of wildflowers, and the gentle beating of her heart against his chest were as potent in memory as in reality. His body slowly calmed.

Angel rested his arms on his knees. That pleasure would not happen again if he acted rashly.

He took a deep breath and stood. He had to have patience.

Shaking his head, he reached down to grab another container of blood from the cooler. A cat? It had been a nonsensical notion to keep her in his presence.

Angel paused, bringing the container down from his lips. He hadn’t noticed at the time but Cordy’s expression had been wistful when she had described finding the kitten.

Thinking about her expression, he absently tossed the empty container aside. The he smiled. He just may have found the perfect way to bind Cordy to him even more.

Angel cocked his head up to the ceiling. Cordelia’s preparations for bed were over. He’d wait a little longer before he went upstairs to her.

***

“Geez, Angel, what lit a fire under your butt?” Cordy whined, as Angel snatched her cereal bowl away.

“You were done.”

“I had milk left.”

“You’re going to be late for school.” Angel finished rinsing the bowl and turned towards her.

“What are you a truant officer now?” Cordelia didn’t budge from her stool.

“Cordelia, you’re already facing detention. Do you really want to get in more trouble?” Angel said sternly, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Ugh,” Cordelia got up. “You know, maybe you should sleep in from now on. The early hours are turning you into Principal Snyder,” she shot over her shoulder as she left the kitchen.

“Don’t forget your essay.” Angel called after her.

“I won’t, Mr. Grump,” she yelled back.

Angel smiled and gathered up Cordy’s bagged lunch and went into the living room to wait for her.

***

“You will remember to call what’s his name about my tires won’t you.” Cordelia stood outside the entrance to the school’s basement.

“Go.” Angel pushed the lunch bag into her hand. “You’ll be late.”

“Angel -“

“Go.” Angel opened the trapdoor and pushed her towards it. “Education is important.” He smiled as Cordelia grumbled low under her breath and went into the school.

Suddenly, he frowned as stared at the door. His palm rubbed tight circles on the middle of his chest. He didn’t like her out of his sight. Still frowning he dropped his hand and turned back into the sewers.


Part 69

Cordelia flipped her ponytail over her shoulder and patted down her mini-skirt. She nodded at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. There were no signs of her sewer-travels on her unless you counted her boots. She scrunched up her nose and started scraping the sludge off with a damp towel.

That was better, she thought, dumping the towel into the trash. Then she hurried off to the library.

***

“Again?” Xander sat on the library table.

“Seems so,” Willow answered as she sat next to him.

“Giles, what’s going on?" Buffy demanded.

Giles’ glasses were in one hand, the other rubbing his forehead. “I do not believe it’s demonic.”

“Giles.” Buffy brought her fists on her hips. “Everybody’s lockers have been broken into – not to mention the school’s office - again. “If its not demonic, then what is it? Maybe I should call Angel.”

Cordelia stopped halfway through the library doors and turned around. Sure enough, all the lockers were smashed. Great. Hers would never get fixed. Her attention was drawn back to the voices in the library.

“That won’t be necessary, Buffy. The school’s administration as labeled it as vandalism. There will be security guards patrolling the school and its grounds, both day and night. And I can see no evidence to contradict their conclusions.”

“Are you sure?”

Cordelia rolled her eyes at Buffy’s question. It was pretty obvious that she wanted a reason to call Angel.

“Yes."

Cordelia nodded. Yea, Giles. It was clear by his firm answer that he read through Buffy’s question and wasn’t going to help her.

***

“Hello, Erik.” Angel leaned over the makeshift cubicle wall.

“Angel.” The Bandox demon stumbled to his feet. “What are you doing here?” Erik looked around Angel, pulling him in his office area. “Did anyone see you?” He took another look out into the hallway.

Angel ignored Erik’s nervousness and sat down, swinging his feet up on Erik’s desk. “You still going to Willie’s for Monday Poker night?”

Erik scurried closer to Angel. “You know I don’t talk about that stuff at work.”

Angel’s hard gaze followed Erik’s fidgeting. “Make an exception.”

“Okay. Okay.” Erik wrung his hands. “Yeah. Why? Since when are you interested?”

Angel refused to rub the tension in his shoulders. “I take it you have your stash ready?” he asked sharply.

Erik nodded. “Why?”

“I want to see them.”

“They’re at home.”

“I’ll wait.”

“I can’t leave work.”

“I’ll wait.” Angel repeated, picking up a paperweight and tossing it back and forth between his hands.

“Okay. Okay. Meet me in the parking garage in twenty minutes.

***

Angel tightened his fists. His headache was getting worse the longer he stayed in the stuffy garage. A low growl vibrated in his chest. He needed to get to Cordelia.

He leaned away from the cement post just as Erik’s car pulled into the parking space.

“You’re late.”

“They didn’t want to come.” Angel eyed the various scratches on his hands.

“I still don’t know why you wanted to see them.” Erik pulled out a squirming, mewing cardboard box.

Angel ignored him, looked in the box, and studied the kittens. He had no idea, which Cordelia would like best. He frowned at the all black one. It looked smaller and more lethargic than the rest. He listened as he held the kitten in his palm but its heartbeat was strong. Angel decided that all it needed was care and attention. And he was pretty positive that Cordy would be willing to give it to the kitten. “I’ll take him.” Angel cocked his head at the loud-purr that rumbled through the kitten. It seemed that he knew he was being saved from kitty poker.

“Hey, I spent over an hour trying to catch him. I had to climb in a dumpster.” Erik reached out to take the kitten back.

“I said I’d take him,” he growled.

Erik quickly dropped his hand. “Okay. Okay.”

Angel nodded. “Have someone drop off a television at the mansion today.” He palmed a large diamond.

“This should cover it.” Erik snatched the jewel. Angel grabbed his hand, enclosing the diamond and Erik’s hand in his fist. “I expect change.”

“Sure thing, Angel. You know I’d never cheat you. No way.” Erik assured him. “What kind of TV?”

Angel shrugged impatiently. “I don’t -“ Angel paused. If he chose wrong he never hear the end of it from Miss Twittle. “Check the ‘Consumer Digest for the best.”

Erik nodded as he pocketed the diamond. “What size?”

“Regular,” he said as he moved away.

“Regular size.” Erik shook his head. “Hey it may take more than a day.”

“Just get it done,” Angel shot over his shoulder.


Part 70

Angel stopped outside the entrance to the school basement. He eyed the kitten. “You have an important job. Do you think you’re up to it?” Angel was satisfied at the kitten’s responding purrs.

“Ready?” Angel cocked a brow at the kitten’s loud mew.

“Okay, but now you have to be quiet for awhile.” Angel gently tucked the kitten under his coat.

***

Cordelia squirmed at her desk. She shot a look around the room trying to catch whoever was causing her spine to tingle. She frowned unable to see who had been staring at her.

She lowered her head to concentrate on her history book. She jerked up. She felt it again. Cordelia widened her eyes at the glimpse of black leather through the classroom door’s window.

Cordelia’s hand shot up in the air.

“Miss Chase?” The teacher acknowledged her.

“Can I please be excused?”

“All right, but make it quick. Your assignment needs to be completed before the end of class.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

***

“Angel,” Cordelia whispered, looking up and down the hallway. Where was he? She knew she didn’t imagine seeing him. She headed for the storage closet.

“Angel, are you in here?” she whispered, opening the door. He better be or she’d feel like the biggest idiot. She glanced over her shoulder, hoping that no one came out of the classrooms.

“Cordy.”

Cordelia felt herself being pulled into the room.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” Cordelia crossed her arms as she faced him.

“I needed your help.”

Her stomach dropped as she reached out to grasp his arm. “Is something wrong?”

“No, not really, but…” Angel reached into his coat and brought out the kitten.

Cordelia’s eyes widened, her hand automatically reaching out to pet it. “It’s a kitten.” She looked up at Angel.

“I know. Weird coincidence isn’t. Do you think that Miss Twittle planted him in the sewer so you could get your cat?”

Cordelia chuckled. “No. I think she’d be a lot more straightforward.” She cupped the kitten bringing it close to her chest. Cordelia smiled as the kitten curled up tight under her neck. “Oh, it’s purring. ‘Him’ It’s a boy kitty?”

Angel nodded. “I think he likes you.”

Cordelia picked the kitten up, cradling him to her face. “You poor baby, you’re so skinny. Angel, look,” she held out the kitten, “his eyes are all watery.”

Angel nodded. “I didn’t know what to do. Should I have left him?” Cordelia hugged the kitten back into her chest. “In the sewer, all alone? No way.”

He refused to smile at Cordelia’s instinctive move to protect the kitten. “Well, what do we do with him? I guess we could just put him on the street. Cats are natural born hunters - he could fend for himself.”

Angel kept his face impassive at Cordelia’s outraged expression.

“He’s a baby, not a tiger,” she whispered harshly as she gently rubbed around the kitten’s oversized ears. “Shh, baby, don’t listen to him. Angel’s just being stupid.”

Angel stuffed his hands in his pockets. “So, what are we going to do with him?”

Cordelia chewed on her lip. “Here.” She put the kitten in Angel’s arms. “Go wait for me in the basement. And do not,” She glared at him. “Let him loose.”

“Where are you going?”

“To get excused from the rest of my classes.” Cordelia quickly left the storage room.

“You did well.” Angel scratched the kitten’s head.

***

Cordelia took the kitten back from Angel as soon as she entered the basement.

“Any problems?”

“Nope, told Mr. Baker I had cramps. It works every time. How are you doing, sweetie?” Cordelia rubbed at the kitten. “Angel, get my phone from my purse.”

“Who do you need to call?”

“Miss Twittle, of course.”

***

Angel walked along side Cordelia, holding the phone to her ear and listening to the conversation between her and Miss Twittle.

“Cordelia, if nothing is wrong, shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Yes -“

“Cordelia, school is very important.”

“I know, but Miss Twittle, Angel found a little kitten. I think he’s sick. I don’t know -“

“A kitten? I’ll be there in half hour. Try to get him to drink some water. Not milk. That’s a myth. It doesn’t have the proper nutrients. And keep him warm.”

***

“Hello, Angel.” Miss Twittle walked into the mansion carrying several bags from Pet Smart. “Could you please go out to my car? There are some more things that you will need in the back seat.”

“Um.” Angel stared at her car parked under the sun.

“I’ll go.” Cordelia rushed up and handed the kitten to Angel. “I’ve been hogging the little guy.”

Miss Twittle nodded. “May I?” She held her hands out for the kitten.

“Oh, you poor little thing.” Miss Twittle gently examined the kitten’s ears and paws, paying extra attention to his eyes.

“Miss Twittle, what did you get?” Cordelia placed the plastic bags next to the ones that Miss Twittle had already placed down.

“Oh, just some things that you are going to need.” She waved away Cordy’s question. “Dear, this little one needs to go to the vet.”

Cordelia hurried over to the kitten. “Is he going to be okay?”

Angel frowned slightly as he waited for Miss Twittle to answer. He was suddenly worried that he had been wrong about the kitten’s health.

Miss Twittle smiled as the kitten scrambled back into Cordelia’s arms. “I think he’ll be fine once we get some food in him and checked out.” Miss Twittle reached out to scratch at the kitten’s head. “He likes you, Cordy. He knows that you rescued him.”

“Angel found him.”

Miss Twittle turned her smile on Angel. “I’m sure he knows that too. Have you both thought of a name, yet?”

“We - no. Angel, we can keep him, can’t we?”

Angel quickly nodded. “Of course.”


Part 71

Angel stood in the doorway of the kitchen watching Cordelia. She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, the kitten curled up in her lap. “You were such a big piggy. But you feel better, don’t you, sweetie,” she gently trailed her finger along his fur.

“You can’t call a male cat – ‘sweetie’.” Angel sat down close to her and reached out to rub the kitten’s head.

“Hmmph,” she raised her brow. “You’re called Angel. Not a name screaming of testosterone, buddy.”

Angel chose to ignore her statement. “Seriously, what are you going to name him?”

“Actually, I was thinking of Angel?”

“Doesn’t that lack testosterone?” he asked dryly.

“Yeah.” She gave him a teasing smile. “But see?” She patted the kitten’s side. “He likes black just like you.”

Angel couldn’t get annoyed at her light-hearted teasing. It proved that she felt comfortable in his presence. “He’s a black cat, Cordy.”


“At least he has an excuse.” She smiled up at Angel and then looked back down at the kitten. “Blackie?”

“Cordy.” Angel shook his head.

“I know. I know,” Cordy sighed. “How about Darcy?”

The kitten stretched, blinking up at Cordelia as he meowed. Darcy scrambled up Cordy’s shirt, curling up under her neck, his little body vibrating with loud purrs.

“Hey.” Cordelia giggled. “That’ tickles.”

“I think we have a name.” Angel smiled. “Speaking of which, how did Mr. Edwards like your essay?”

Cordelia turned slowly to face Angel. “No detention. Here take him.”

Angel cupped Darcy and brought him to his chest. “Come on, Darcy, let Cordy move.”

“Where are you going?” Angel called after Cordelia.

“To get his medicine. The vet said he needed it twice a day for ten days. And you get the duty.”

“Me?”

“Yep.” Cordelia handed Angel the bottle and eyedropper. “I don’t want him to think I’m a big meanie.”

***

Cordelia hugged her knees and watched Angel put the drops of medicine in Darcy’s eyes. It was amazing. Angel’s hands overwhelmed the kitten, but he was so gentle with Darcy. The kitty barely squirmed in protest as Angel continued to murmur that everything would be okay.

“Good boy,” Cordelia scratched Darcy’s head. “You’re so brave.” When Angel was done she picked the kitten up.

“I think its time to go to bed.”

“You’re going to let him sleep with you?” Angel stood.

“Sure, I don’t what him to get scared about being alone.”

***

“I’ll be out in a minute, Darcy.” Cordelia called through the bathroom door.

Angel picked up the crying kitten. “You don’t like being left alone, either, uh? Come with me. She’ll come to us.” Angel brought Darcy up to eye level. “I should warn you though, she’s mine. If you help me get what I want, I’ll share – but if not,” Angel stopped as Darcy smacked him on the nose. “Sure, you’re too scrawny to be a decent sized snack, but there is always kitty poker.”

Angel cocked a brow as Darcy scrambled from his arms to the bed. “Okay, you’re not impressed.” He reached out as Darcy ran back and ducked under his hand to be petted. “Back in the day, I’d just nail you to a door.”

“Angel, don’t tell him that.” Cordelia stood in the doorway. “You’ll scare him.”

“Does he look scared?” Angel jerked his head at the kitten splayed against his knee.

Cordelia giggled. “Actually, he looks pretty comfortable.” She sat on the bed next them.

“Anyway, you’re the one who scared him. Leaving him alone like that. Cruel Cordy.”

“I was just in - oh nevermind. Come here, sweetie.” She plucked Darcy up and settled him by her pillow. “I’m back now. Go away, Angel. We’re going to bed. Good night.”

Angel slowly got up. “Good night.”

***

“Hey.” Cordelia sat up as Darcy fell from the bed and scrambled to the door. “Why are you crying now?”

“Cordy?” Angel opened the door wider. “What’s wrong with him?” Angel leaned down to pick the kitten up.

“I --- hey, he’s stopped crying. Good, now give him back.”

“Why was he crying?”

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not the one that threatened to n-a-i-l him to a door. He’s probably having a nightmare.”

“Cordy, he’s a cat.” Angel shook his head.

“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand.” Cordelia reached out, taking the kitten from Angel and settling him back on her pillow. “Good night.”

Angel got up from the bed. “Good night.”

Darcy scrambled off the bed and beat Angel to the door. Angel scooped him up. “I think he wants to go with me.”

“What? How come? You gave him a nightmare.”

“Cordy, I’m sure he likes you just as much as me.” Angel smirked. “Well, almost anyway. Good night.”

Angel closed the door before the flying pillow could hit him.

He looked down at Darcy. “That’s not what I had in mind, but it was kind of fun.”

Darcy started whining and squirming in his arms.

“I heard that.” Cordelia came through the door. “You ARE scaring him.” She quickly took Darcy back. “See, he’s fine now.” She headed into the bedroom and lay down on the bed.

“Oh, Darcy, now what?” Cordy said over the kitten’s crying.

Angel stood in the doorway, thinking as he studied the whining little cat. Maybe Darcy really had understood what Angel wanted.

Darcy quieted as Angel came to sit next to Cordelia. “What’s wrong with him, Angel?”

“I think it’s us.” Angel shrugged, petting Darcy. “He cries when one of leaves. We’re going to have to sleep together.”

“Wh.a..?” Cordy stuttered.

Angel kept his face impassive. “He’ll cry, otherwise.”

“Then he’ll cry.” She said, shaking her head. “We’re not sleeping together.”

“Cordy - “

“No way. Just go. We’ll keep the doors open. He can go back and forth.” Cordelia titled her head towards Darcy. “You’re just going to have to deal.”

Angel shrugged. “All right.”

***

Cordelia buried her head under the pillow but Darcy’s howls were still reaching her ears.

“Darcy.” She jumped to her feet and went to the door.

Cordelia wasn’t surprised to see Angel already in the hallway standing over the stubborn kitten, who was sitting there yowling his head off.

Angel looked at her. “I can’t sleep like this.”

“I know.” Cordelia rolled her eyes. “You win,” she said to Darcy as she scooped him up. She then looked at Angel. “You just stay on your side of the bed.” She climbed between the sheets.

“I don’t believe it. He’s actually purring,” Cordelia grumbled as she squirmed to get comfortable in the bed.

“He’s happy.”

“Yeah,” Cordelia leaned over and stared into Darcy’s eyes. “If you weren’t so darn cute ---” Darcy reached out and tapped her on the nose. “Oh. Would you look at him?” She shot to Angel. “He has no shame.”

“He’s just doing what he’s got to do. You can’t blame him for that,” Angel said, as he got in on the others side of the bed.

“Hmmph.” She curled up away from Angel. “This is so wrong,” she said, as she pulled the covers up to ears.

Angel raised his brows at her mumbled whisper. No, he thought as he settled closer to her body – this was so right.

***

Angel’s jaw began to ache. His incisors dug into his lip as the counted the upraised swirls in the ceiling. He closed his eyes and concentrated on her squirming. Patience, he reminded himself as he clenched his jaw tighter.

Finally, Cordelia’s breath settled into a gentle rhythm. Angel turned on his side, tugging softly at the covers, bearing Cordelia’s back. Her long john t-shirt hid her flesh but did nothing to hide the sweet lines of her body. He was cautious, not wanting to disturb her or the kitten curled up next to her. But he couldn’t help touching her ponytail. He wetted his lips as his fingers stroked her, like he’d stroked the kitten. Her hair was pure silk.

He wanted – no needed – to grab her, tease her until she was underneath him writhing in passion.

He took a breath. She had to come to him. That would be the only way he’d be completely satisfied.

Yet, he couldn’t stop from touching her.

Angel slowly reached around her and grazed her cheek. His hand stilled as Cordelia sleepily brushed him away. Once her movements stilled, he repeated the action. He smiled as she turned away from his hand and snuggled closer to his body. He closed his eyes as he wrapped his arm around her and gently tugged her to his side.

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