Season of Solace. 143-4

143:   Crawford Street Mansion, Central Sunnydale, 2:10AM Fingers reached down to the liquid pooled on the parquet floor rubbing together to test…

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Season of Solace. 141-2

Scene 141:     Federal Correctional Facility, 35 Miles NE of Sunnydale “You’re not my lawyer,” Harry Sims narrowed his gaze upon the…

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Breathe Again. 16

Part 16 Heart pounding and close to hyperventilation, Cordelia stumbled through the front door, OhGodOhGod. Her continuous inner monologue was only briefly derailed…

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Breathe Again. 15

Part 15 As Cordelia waited with dread anticipation of Wesley’s answer, the bathroom door opened abruptly. Cordy felt a whoosh of relief, stunned…

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Breathe Again. 14

Part 14 Running water was a soothing backdrop to the sound of less muted rustling paper. The latter irked her. Eyes still closed,…

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Breathe Again. 13

Part 13 Forty hours had passed since Cordy entered her comatose state and Wesley had spent much of it conducting research. “In the…

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Breathe Again. 12

Part 12 As I sit staring blankly at the TV screen the words go through my mind on a seemingly eternal loop. Echoing,…

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Breathe Again. 11

Part 11 Sat in between Gunn and Wes, Cordy fidgeted and inwardly cursed her fleeting show of irritation. For all her good intentions,…

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Breathe Again. 10

Part 10 Cordy yawned widely, and then winced as the pain of her vision still lingered. Looking over at her alarm clock, she…

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Breathe Again. 9

Part 9 “Fuck, fuck-a-duck…fuck, fuck-a-duck…” the mantra strangely seemed to help; god knows why, but Cordy wasn’t gonna knock it. If it worked,…

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