Title: Eavesdropping (1): The Bronte Factor
Author: Ophelia
Posted: Years and years ago
Email: opheliafics@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13
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Summary: Angel’s reading and Cordelia wants some advice
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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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Notes: Meaningless conversation fic, could take place early S3
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Thanks/Dedication:“Angel, you know I trust you, right?”
“I hope so”
“Well, I do, you know.”
"I’m glad, Cordy.”
“Yep, I know I could ask you anything and you would tell me the truth, right?”
“Uhm…well, yeah, I guess.”
“You guess? After the Darla debacle, you guess?”
“No! I mean, yes! I mean…of course I tell you the truth.”
“Good”
“Uhm, Angel?”
“Yes?”
“Am I interrupting your reading?”
“Well, actually…”
“Because I think I have a question for you.”
“Oh, Ok.”
“And you swear you will tell me the truth?”
“Cordelia…”
“Ok, Ok. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
“What do you mean, I don’t wear panties.”
“It’s an expression Eunuch boy.”
“I am NOT a Eunu…”
“Panties! In a bunch!”
“Cordelia, didn’t you have a question?”
“Oh, well, never mind, it isn’t important.”
“It was important enough for me to put my book down.”
“Angel, you were reading Wuthering Heights.”
‘So?’
“So, Self-Projection much?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Absolutely nothing, Heathcliff, absolutely nothing.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me reading a little Bronte, Cordelia.”
“Of course there isn’t! And I’m sure you need a little brooding inspiration every now and then.”
“Are you trying to test just how honest I will be with you, cause I gotta tell you, I’m about to….”
“Alright, calm it down.”
“Fine.”
“So.”
“So?”
“So, I’m gonna ask you that question now.”
“I’m waiting with baited breath.”
“You know, sarcasm does not inspire confidences, Angel.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“So, remember, complete honesty.”
‘Cordelia, for the love of…”
“Ok, ok! So, Angel. Here’s what I want to know.”
“Yes?”
“Am I still hot?”
“What?”
‘Angel, did you just squeak?”
“Hmmm, no.”
“No, I’m not hot anymore??”
“No, I mean no I didn’t squeak, but I think you just did.”
“So what about my question, and be honest. I can take it.”
‘Cordelia you can’t be serious.”
“Well, if you don’t want to answer the question…”
‘Cordy, get back here. You are very beautiful, and you have always known that. So what is this really about?”
“It’s just…”
‘Cordy. Oh geez, are you crying?”
“Shut-up. No, I am not crying. I got some mascara in my eye.”
“It’s Ok, you don’t have to hide it.”
“Angel, stop turning into awkward boy, I really did get some mascara in my eye. Damn flaky stuff, guess its time to buy a new tube.”
“OH. Cordy….What is this really about?”
“It’s just, why am I alone…”
“Cordelia, you aren’t alone. You have Wes, Gunn, Fred, and you have me. None of us are going anywhere.”
‘That’s very sweet, Angel, but you didn’t let me finish.”
‘Oh, sorry. Go ahead.”
“As I was saying, if there isn’t anything wrong with me, then why am I alone every night when I go to bed?”
‘Oh. Well, uhm.”
“Angel.”
“Hmmm?”
“Are you hiding behind one of the Bronte sisters?”
“No.”
“So then, Mr. Honesty, dig your face out of the book and answer me.”
“What was that question again?”
“I’m not getting any!! Hell, I’m not even getting hit on anymore and I can’t figure out why.”
“Oh, well, I don’t know Cordy.”
“Don’t try to cop out on this, Angel, I know you must know something.”
“Why do you think I know anything?”
‘Because, anymore, every time I go out you tend to be there too….so you must see something. Am I putting off some kind of ‘Don’t touch me’ vibe?”
“I think you are reading too much into this Cordy. Why do you need some loser hitting on you anyway?”
“It’s not the losers I am worried about, Angel. I don’t know. It’s just a feeling I have, but, it seems like there is something around me that scares guys off. Something about me that is suddenly intimidating.”
“Hmmm, strange.”
“Yeah, I mean, if I didn’t know better, I would think that any male that comes within a 20 foot radius of me gets a big old ‘Hands Off” signal.”
“Well, that’s crazy, Cordy.”
“I know! So that’s why I want you to tell me what is going on.”
“It must be in your head, Cor.”
“You think?”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“Huh. Must be an interesting book the way you keep burying yourself in it. If I didn’t know better, I might think you were trying not to look at me.”
“Well, you just caught me in this really dramatic scene.”
‘Sure, I understand. Thanks for the talk, I guess I’ll go work out in the basement.”
“Ok, then. Well, I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
“Alrighty. Oh, and Angel?”
“Yeah?”
“Your book’s upside down.”
Ends.