Displaced. 2
Part 2 “Wesley! I met with…” The large muscular frame, the monotone layers of black, the expectant look. Cordelia froze mid-step, unable to…
Short-term & a lot of long-term TBC’s.
Part 2 “Wesley! I met with…” The large muscular frame, the monotone layers of black, the expectant look. Cordelia froze mid-step, unable to…
Title: Displaced. A Darkness Within Fic Author: cydnestorm Posted: 1/14/2007 Email Rating: NC17 Category: Full of angst with a little humor along the…
Part 3 Cordelia scrutinized herself carefully once more in the mirror, patting the sparkly fabric of her dress and smoothing it over her…
Part 2 “Hey, Xander, wait up!” Cordelia called, struggling with two binders, a stack of books, and a purse that was constructed more…
Part 1 Los Angeles to New York. Flight 1374, United Airlines. It was almost unfathomable that those simple, unassuming little words could hold…
Title: Starting Over (Again) Author: CordeliasDestiny Posted: 09/03 Email Rating: R/NC17 Category: Time Travel, Angst, Adventure, Romance Content: C/A, small bit of B/A…
Part 6 Mid-afternoon, the following day… In a repeat of the previous evening’s events, Cordelia once again stood outside the Hyperion Hotel, debating…
Part 2 The heavy mahogany doors swung inwards on their sturdy brass hinges, permitting the entrance of two resolute men. Two men with…
Part 4 Leaning casually against the mahogany dresser, his arms folded across his chest, Angel watched in amused silence as Cordelia moved purposely…
Part 20 While Faith proceeded to pound the hell out of it, Angel held onto the old leather punch bag, his booted feet…