Title: Surviving the Wrath of Cordelia
Author: Nickle
Posted: 09-06-2004
Email: bnickle3@comcast.net
Rating: G
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Content: C/A
Summary: Almost kill her, sleep around on her, give away her clothes, but don’t ever mess with her tapes of Survivor.
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Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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“Cordy. I’m sorry. In all my life….all that I’ve done….that was nothing compared to this. I…..I just don’t know why I did it. God knows I don’t deserve it. But…..Cordy. Please. I’ll beg. I’ll get down on my knees and stay there till the sun comes up and turns me to dust. Just tell me you forgive me. Let me have that. Because your pain burns me more than the sun ever could.”

Cordy looked impassively down at Angel’s body, kneeling beside her chair. His dark head bowed as if he couldn’t bear to see the pain in the depths of her eyes. She gazed down, the broken shards of her heart vibrating with anger and disillusionment. She regarded him for a moment without expresson, then leaned down and casually pulled off her shoe. The butter soft fine Italian leather of the shoe upper molded comfortably in her hand as she raised it up over her head and brought it down with force.

Angel cried out as the pencil thin stiletto heel drove into his head, over and over. He cringed, cowering down and covering himself as Cordy’s hand rose up again and again, striking him repeatedly. Blood spattered about him with each strike, and he cried and begged for mercy as she casually beat him down till he lay on the floor, helpless and weak…..

“Cordy.”

She blinked and looked across her desk at Angel, who stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets.

“You planning on pouting all day?”

“I might. Lemme see. Yeah. I have ‘pouting’ penciled in for the next several days. Problem?”

“I said I was sorry. I didn’t know seeing the Survivor finale 43 times just wasn’t enough.”

“And you thought a little hockey would spruce it up.”

“It was the World Cup.”

“It was my favorite show. And you taped over it.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Yes you did.”

He gave a disgusted snort and stalked out of the office. Cordelia went back to staring at her computer screen.

“Cordelia.” Angel knelt at her feet, holding her hands tightly in his as he looked up at her and begged. “The Hell I was in was nothing compared to the Hell I put you through…..”

Ends.