Dark Corners 2: Whispers by Dannyblue
The sequal to "Dark Corners." In this fic, Angel and Cordy
already a couple.
story takes place in some nebulous future. I have no
idea where Connor is,
so don't ask.
Four up to "Rain of Fire."
Ask and ye shall receive.
Angel felt it every time
she walked out the door.
A chill raced
through his already cold body. In that moment, he was
consumed by the ugly
certainty that Cordelia wasn't coming back. That she'd step out into the sun, feel its warmth on her face, and
was tired of living in the dark.
And it was like
something digging inside him, claws slashing at his
But the panic didn't
last long. Just a fraction of an instant. By the
time the door shut
behind her with a soft `click', logic had reasserted
itself. Of course she was coming back. This was her home.
He was her home.
sad," Fred was saying. She placed a stack of files on the
meets an old friend she hasn't seen in ages. And then…"
friends, Fred," Angel interrupted, eyes still on the
barely knew him."
"But she said
she really liked him. He was one of the few friends she
made in that acting
class. And they were gonna meet for coffee today." Fred shook her head, a forlorn droop to her
mouth. "Instead, she's
going to his funeral. It's just so sad."
Angel half-heartedly agreed. Arms folded, he waited another
second for Cordy to
come running back inside. To get her purse. Her keys. Money. Or maybe to kiss him once more before really,
But the seconds
ticked by, and the door didn't open. So, he reluctantly
pulled his gaze away and drifted towards the counter.
"We have a new
case." Fred handed him a folder. "This woman thinks
her house is being
haunted by her uncle. He owned a bakery. Anyway, she doesn't think he's dangerous. But the smell of fresh
pastries has been
making her so hungry, she's already gained 10 pounds."
Angel smiled as he
opened the file. He'd have to tell Cordy about
this one as soon as
she got home.
The promise of her
boisterous laughter echoed through his memory.
herself towards the door of the Hyperion. The last
few hours had left
her exhausted, her heart heavy in her chest.
really know him that well," she'd found herself saying over
and over again.
Until that day at the grocery store, she'd all but forgotten he existed. Surrounded by Matt's friends and family
at the funeral,
then at his childhood home, she'd felt like a fraud. Like
she didn't have the
right to be there.
But she'd had to go.
She felt like she'd lost something, too. Not a
loved one, but a
possible friend. Someone she could've really liked, but would never get the chance to know.
Cordy pressed her
fingers against her temple. How long it would take
to get Diane
Potter's tear-stained face out of her mind? She'd been so desperate to talk to someone about her son. So, Cordy sat
with the woman
she'd just met, and listened for hours as Diane bragged about
opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit lobby.
A quick look around
told her there was no-one there. They were all probably out on a case.
Cordelia stepped out
of her shoes, which had been pinching her fee
all day. Leaving
them in a heap by the door, she started across the room.
With a startled
gasp, Cordy spun around. "Angel," she breathed, one
hand pressed over
He sat in a reading
chair in the darkest corners of the lobby. Sitting
there, he seemed to meld into the shadows.
No wonder she hadn't
She closed her eyes
and took a deep breath. "You scared me."
He stood and stepped into the light. "You said you'd be home
hours ago. I was
starting to worry."
Cordy studied him.
There were lines of tension in his face. The hint
of anger in his
deep, sable-brown eyes.
Knowing how she felt
when he was late, when she had no idea where he
was or what might
have happened to him, she started to feel guilty.
"I'm so sorry,
Angel," she said. Walking towards him, she rested her
hands on his chest.
"I know I should've called. But I guess that, with everything going on…"
understand," he interrupted as his hands spanned her waist. "It's
somewhere, he dredged up a strained smile. That beautiful smile
that made her heart melt, and made things seem not quite as bad as they had been just minutes before.
Feeling the sudden
need to be closer to him, Cordelia stepped forward
and rested her head
on his chest. Immediately, Angel's powerful arms wrapped around her.
it?" he asked.
Cordy shook her
head. She could try to explain that it had been much
harder than she'd
thought it would be, but she didn't have the energy.
Angel seemed to get
that she didn't want to talk. So they just stood
in the center of the
lobby, wrapped in each other's arms.
For a moment, Cordy
didn't know what had woken her up. She lay in the dark, completely still, taking comfort in the
cool body that lay next to her.
Then, she heard a
Frowning, Cordy turned
towards Angel. In the dim moonlight, she could see his head thrashing against the pillow. And
the moans grew louder. More desperate.
He was having a
Cordy placed her hands on his broad shoulders, and shook him as hard as she could. "Wake up, Angel!"
And he did, so fast it
shocked her a little. With little warning, he sprang into a sitting position. Cordy reared back
to avoid getting hit by his powerful body.
For several moments,
there was nothing but the sound of his harsh, labored breathing. Vampires didn't *need* to
breathe. But Angel sometimes did. When he'd been fighting. When he was
When he was scared.
whispered, reaching out to touch his arm.
said, sounding disoriented. Then, suddenly, he was holding her.
Cordy couldn't hold
back a startled cry. His grip was crushing, almost painful. And, as he pressed his lips
against the crook of her neck, he squeezed even tighter, body hard and humming
panted. She pushed against his chest, hoping that would get him to ease up a little. It was getting hard
me," he whispered against the skin of her throat. "You left me."
Cordy gasped, heart
sinking as she realized what his nightmare had been about. And she knew how scary they could be.
Early on in their relationship, she'd had a few herself. She'd woken up
in cold sweats and tears more than once.
"It was a dream,
Angel," she said. Somehow managing to get an arm free, she patted his back comfortingly.
"Just a bad dream. I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere. I love you, and
I'm right here."
For a second, she
didn't think he heard her. Then, his grip eased. Some of the tension drained out of his body.
"Let's go back to
As they lay back down,
Angel wrapped himself around her. Head resting on her shoulder, one arm thrown across her waist.
Cordy wrapped her arm
around his and closed her eyes. As she felt his body relax, her body relaxed too.
She'd almost drifted
back to sleep when she heard Angel whisper, "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."
Sighing, Cordy opened
her mouth to explain, to tell him she loved him too much for leaving to even be an option. But he
"It scares me
sometimes when I think about it," he said, voice tired. Exhausted. "When I think about what I might
drowsiness melting away as she listened to him whisper.
"I don't think I
could live with that kind of pain," he continued. "Not when I know how to make it
And Cordy's heart
began to beat a little faster. She held her breath, and waited for the next whisper. Waited for him
to explain what he meant—what the *hell* he meant—by that.
But he never did.
Instead, the head on her shoulder grew heavy. The body lying against hers relaxed into the
He was asleep.
As Cordy stared up at
the ceiling, she told herself what Angel said didn't mean anything. They were the incoherent
mumblings of a man who'd just woken from a nightmare and was still half
But she couldn't stop
thinking of those words…
*Not when I know how
to make it go away.*
…And all that they