TITLE: Flying With The Night [1/1]
AUTHOR: Omega h
E-MAIL: omega_h@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMERS: I don't own these characters. Joss and
David do. 
SPOILERS: Up to Hero.
COUPLE: Cordelia/Doyle
RATING: G
DISTRIBUTION: The Crowded House, UCSL, Crystal's
Fanfic Archive. Anybody else want, just ask.
FEEDBACK: I have delusions about being good. Please
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DEDICATION: To Spike's Pet and Odie. And everybody who
beta-ed for me.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I have never seen an episode from
Angel but this has been running around my head. It's
based on the quote below. This is sort of short and
angsty. Or maybe it isn't... It depends...

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"Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash the crash and burn
You're not alone."

Crash And Burn by Savage Garden


The cool night air pulled locks of hair from
Cordelia's hairdo and tickled her face with them. For
a moment the girl tried to sweep them away but finally
gave in to the playful breeze and pulled the rest of
the hairpins off releasing her hair to rest freely on
her shoulders.

She watched the city below her. Spreading to all
directions as a sea of light it faded away the light
of stars. But she knew they were there- high above
her. She could see some lights forming patterns like a
string of pearls and some that were scattered around
like rhinestones on garment. LA -the city of dreams
and destroyed hopes. The city she had dreamt about all
her life.

Cordelia felt at ease up there on the roof, standing
on the edge, dancing with death. Angel had always
complained about it, saying that it was dangerous. He
couldn't understand the rush that went through her
veins, melting away her problems and lately, the pain
inside her.

A broken neon sign by her made a clacking sound,
making her feel like she was in some B-class movie.

The dark-haired girl kicked away the high-heeled
shoes. One of the expensive pair fell over the edge
but she didn't notice. They were just remnants of her
former life as an uptown rich kid.

A couple was fighting on a balcony at the opposite
building. The air carried angry words and insults.
Cordelia filled her lungs with the smoke flavored air
and pulled the leather jacket she was wearing more
tightly around her. On the balcony the couple was
kissing. The girl smiled when she looked at them. And
with a tiny step she stepped over the edge.

She was flying through the air, surrounded with
bright colors and sensuous smells. And, suddenly, she
wasn't falling anymore. She was being held by a pair
of strong hands.

A voice speaking with an Irish-accent whispered to
her ear:

"Now that was a stupid thing to do."

Smiling Cordelia closed her eyes.

"I knew you would catch me."