Out of a bunch of garbage and boxes Xander finally stood up. Buffy and the rest of the gang continued to tell him how he shouldn't jump into the fighting so much.
"You're the useless part of the group. You're the Zeppo. Cool, look it up... it's something that is subliterate..." As Cordiela walked away with a big smile and the satisfaction of totally crushing her ex- boyfriend, "There is part of that, that wasn't fun."
"They intend to open the Hellmouth."
"Then you're going to die, too."
Xander put on his bravest face, raises his eyebrows, "Yeah, looks like." The stress of the situation was getting to him and he was starting to sweat, but he couldn't let O'Toole pass, his friends where counting on him. "So I guess the question really is... who has less fear?"
"I like the quiet life"
The next day Xander walked past Cordelia, feeling alive and feeling like he truly had purpose, "And right now that purpose is to dismantle that damn bomb." Despite the hassle he had to go through now, he was in a very good mood. <Yep, leaving Cordelia yelling "What, What" was good for the old ego.>
As he walked through the hallway and passed the library he noticed something shiny on the ground. He grinned to himself, mumbling as he bent down. "Hmm, wonder what this is? Can't go wrong with anything shiny. Shiny is good." He picked it up and noticed that it was the size of a silver dollar and its color fluctuated now that it was in his hands. <Hmm maybe this is a G-man kinda find?>
"Hey loser, don't you walk away from me," yelled Cordelia as he continued to walk through towards the doorway to the boiler room.
Hoping she would just get tired of following him, Xander continued on his way. After a walking a few feet further he finally gave up on the thought that she would just give up, <Yeah like that will ever happen.> He suddenly stopped and turned around, "What do you want?" He really wanted things with them to be better, but the way things where it would never happen. <Saying your sorry isn't enough, I guess being publicly tortured makes her feel better.>
Xander sighed. The worst thing was, he knew he deserved it.
"What's with the smile you gave me? And who said you could smile at me?" The anger on her face was clearly evident.
"Well Cordy, it's just that I found out something last night." He smiled at her again in the way he knew would annoy her, with his left eyebrow raised.
"The Zeppo, actually learned something. Well the end is definitely near if loser boy actually "found out something," She even went as far as to make air quotes with her fingers.
Xander just started at her and wondered what her deal was today, <More Xander torture, I guess...>
"Well, wuss boy, what did you learn?" she had her hands on her hips and waited for his answer so she could cut him down to little pieces. She really took pleasure in hurting him, even though part of her hurt with every jab. A part that Cordelia savagly beat down every time it dared speak up. <He hurt me, he deserve pain and as much as is possible.>.
"Well thanks to you, I remembered a promise I made a long time ago. No matter what, no matter how weak or badly beaten I am, I will never abandon my friends. Yeah, I am the Zeppo... but you know what?" Xander paused and gave her an odd little smile. "I'm comfortable with that."
With that pronouncement he walked around the corner and left the stunned Cordelia behind.
"He's up to something," Everything about him screamed that he was up to something and she decided to follow him.
<Besides... when did he get a spine?> Cordy wondered as she turned around the corner and saw him enter the door to the boiler room.
In the boiler room, Xander was finding out that dismantling a bomb was slightly tougher then Mel Gibson made it look. <Hmm. Note to self... get a better role model for Bomb detail.>
Xander finally gave up on dismantling the time piece and just separated it from the rest of the apparatus. <Man... at least it can't get more complicated than this.> At that thought he heard the door open and someone coming down the stairs.
"Bright one, dimwit." He muttered to himself. "Never EVER even THINK something like that on the Hellmouth."
He looked to the door fearfully, <Oh man, oh man... they'll think *I* did this.> As his stress level rose and panic started settle in he searched for anywhere he could hide, but found nothing and resigned himself to being caught.
When Cordelia made her way into the room, and he sighed heavily. <Oh god, I really don't need this right now.> He watched as she surveyed the room and as she laid eyes on him, he could see the wheels turning in her head. But before she could say anything, " What you doing here Cordy? are you following me?" He smiled there was only one way to slightly unravel Cordelia and not having her little pack here made it easier, "You want some more of the Xand-man, huh?"
Inwardly he scouted the room fast with his eyes, looking for escape routes. <Great how am I going to get out here without being interrogated.>
She gasped in disgust, "As if. Do you really thing I would lower myself to your loser status. I don't ever make the same mistake twice, loserboy."
He noticed the hurt in her eyes and sighed, relenting on his plan to distract her. "Look Cordy, I am sorry I really am. I many times do I have to tell her before you believe me."
"Shut up, alright. And don't call me Cordy! you lost that right when you kissed the witch." She glared at him, smiling slightly as she watched him squirm. She loved watching his ego deflate, <the more pain you feel the closer you will get to knowing the pain you caused me.>
He didn't like the sickly glare he was receiving from her and the predatory smile didn't help, he placed his hands in his pocket and shuffled nervously. She had yet to corner him and truly tell him how she felt, he had nightmares of this happening and now that it was happening it was ten times worse. He saw the pain in her eyes and he also noticed how she took a small amount of pleasure in his guilt.
Trying to find something to get her to leave him alone, he pointed out the bomb. Of course the split second after he had done it, his brain kicked in and gave him a smack in the teeth for being a total idiot. <Ok so that wasn't a smart idea, but it's all I had.>
"You want to blow up the school!? are you nuts!?" She shrieked, slowly backing away from him as he made his way towards her.
"Relax Cordelia, I am not trying to do anything. Just relax and hear me out." He really tried to calm her but it wasn't helping at all.
"Yeah right, you loco loser boy." She muttered, still edging for distance. "I mean I totally understand. Like how could you live without me? But Xander destroying the school isn't the answer."
As she continued to back away she noticed that there was a something sticking out of the cracked floor in the corner, <maybe I can distract him.> "What's that?!" she yelled and sighed in relief as he turned towards the corner.
Xander was about to go towards the item on the floor, when he realized what Cordelia was doing. He quickly turned to see her attempt to make it to the steps. He ran towards her and grabbed her arm a little too tightly but he knew he had no choice. He dragged her towards the bomb and then finally tried to calm himself. "Look, do you really think I would destroy the high school," he gave her a piercing glare and waited for the respond. "WELL!"
She could hear the nervousness in his voice, but his impatience was also evident. <He won't get the satisfaction of making me look bad,> "Well, duhhh!"
Her off handed response and how she stood there making him feel small and stupid was really pissing him off. "Look Cordy, give me a break already! You know I wouldn't do anything like that. It was O'Toole and his cronies."
He turned his head and started into space as he remembered the night before. His friends pushing him aside, the zombies trying to kill him, and finally stopping O'Toole, but what stayed with him was the unimaginable fear he had that if he failed all his friends would die. He hadn't slept the night before, yes he had felt good that he actually did something good but the nagging feeling that he could have failed and almost did kept eating at his soul.
Cordelia watched as he totally deflated in front of him, before he was just nervous but he had this confidence that said, <Yeah I kicked butt. You want to make something of it?"
<Now he seems lost, and oddly... I don't like it.> But she knew she couldn't show weakness in front of him, "Yeah so why are you here, its not like you could have done anything to stop him. Like I said before he would kick your wuss ass."
She smiled cruelly at him and watched as his face changed from sadness to anger. Something clicked in the cheerleader's head and her eyes widened in shock. "Oh My God. You stopped O'Toole... You really did it, didn't you? And you weren't going to tell your little band of nobodies." She shook her head in disgust, before snapping at him again. "Typical, I mean why tell them, right? It's not like they would care if you would have died." <Or if I would have... what if I would have lost you.> She felt a shiver at that thought.
"You don't understand Cordy." Xander muses upon the thought and then shook his head and spoke firmly, "They can't know!"
She just gave him a look like, "Huh!"
He went on to explain what went on the night before, how he was ignored and how no matter how hard he tried they just told him to go home. "You know, if I could have I would have gone home, but when a zombie gang wants to keep you around its pretty hard to say no to them. I mean I ran into everyone and they all pushed me away. I mean come on they could have at least heard me out."
"Well, like I said you're the Zeppo. You just cramp their style." She knew that would hurt, she wanted it to hurt him, but for the first time since he kissed Willow, she didn't take pleasure in the look on his face. She was actually about to apologize when she thought about how he cheated on her and how he kissed that damn red- headed witch, <Good. Feel pain, I hope it last forever!> she mentally screamed.
"Yeah, sure I am, then tell me why I was the one to save them all last night. It's not like it was the only time either," he mumbled the last part hoping that she missed his slip.
"As if that was possible, look loser boy even if you did save them. Do you think they owe you something; do they have to bow down to you? I think not."
Xander stepped back stared at the bomb for a few minutes before turning towards her and glaring, "Don't you think I know that. I don't want them worshipping me like that, but is it too much to ask for a little respect. I don't ask for much, you know that I never did. I just want friends that respect me, but I guess I'll take what I can get. And I know you'll never forgive me for what I did to you. I am sorry, I truly am. I guess its only logical that I would mess up one of the best things that I truly had." He gave her a sad smile and restarted dismantling the bomb. Finally after finishing, he was surprised that Cordelia was still around and just staring at him.
He looked around the room to make sure that everything was in order, "You know Cordy, and I've never been around you this long without hearing an insult. I think that scares me more than you berating me." He turned towards her and gave her his lopsided smile.
The future seer didn't hear anything he said to her, she was staring into space and thinking of everything had had happen to her the past three years. Everything had started with Buffy coming to Sunnydale, <If only she never came here, then I would never have fallen... Is that it? Did I fall for him?> She looked at Xander as he dismantled the bomb and looked around the room. She smiled as she watched him actually pay attention to detail, something he rarely did in school. <When did my life get so complicated? But I can't forgive him for what he did. I gave him my heart and he smashed it. Not now and maybe never?> A small tear left her eyes.
She watched as he walked over to the strange artifact that she mentioned before, its weird that the ground is cracked around it. She felt a shiver crawl up her spine as he bent down to touch, everything in her being told her to stop him but she couldn't move. It was as if she was stuck in place and time was moving in slow motion as he finally touched it and a bright light surrounded Xander.
She watched as he arced his back and his mouth opened as if to scream but no sound came out. She was still stuck in place, unable to move. Time moving slowly as he slowly arced his back further and in a way that seemed unnatural; she wanted to run to him to help him, and then time snapped back into place, "XANDER!" she screamed over and over. She then heard it a sound that would haunt her for years to come, his scream; tt seemed so unnatural, so unXander like. She tried to reach him she really did, but by the time that she made it to his location only dust was present. Tears left her eyes as she searched for the artifact and the crack on the floor but both where gone just like Xander was.
She didn't mean it, she didn't want him to suffer like she saw him suffer for those long minutes. She couldn't believe that he was gone; she searched the whole boiler room but only returned to the pile of dust. Crying she ran to her locker and grabbed half empty water bottle and emptied it. "No, No, No! Not like this!" she cried over and over as she picked up his ashes and poured them into the bottle. After finishing she just started at the bottle and cried as she thought of all the times they had together, for once when she thought of what he did with Willow the anger wasn't there.
Slowly she got up and very slowly ascended the stairs and walked towards the library. Her mind had shut down, she couldn't think anymore, didn't want to. As she finally reached the library, feeling relieved no one was there she sat down at one of the tables and waited. She placed her head down on the table and quickly fell asleep from the stress of the situation she had just experienced.
She was shaken awake and jumped in surprise, she looked around confused for a moment and then her eyes came across the water bottle that held the remains of her ex-boyfriend. Her eyes teared up and she grabbed the bottle and hugged it as Giles placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Is something wrong, Cordelia? Is there something I could do?" he asked gently.
She kept crying ignoring Giles as he tried to find out what was wrong with her, he even went as far to try to get the bottle out of her hand, but she pushed him away and scratched his face as she screamed, "Noooooooo! It's all I have left!"
Extremely confused at her reaction and the way the future seer was reacting he left to get Buffy and Willow. He quickly stopped before he reached the doors and turned back. Grabbing a chair and sitting next to the distraught young teenager he slowly placed his hand on her shoulder and quietly asked her what was wrong.
Calming a little and sniffling as she tried to release the waves of panic that passed through her, "He's gone Giles, Why?! Why?!" She sprang up from her chair and went to hug Giles, looking for any type of comfort. She mumbled incoherent words as he returned the hug and hoped she would calm herself enough to give him some idea what was going on.
Quietly she turned her head towards his and stepped back into her chair, "Can you get Buffy and Willow please." He could tell that she was barely holding herself together and he decided to do as the girl wished. Cordelia just rocked back and forth on the chair as she clutched the bottle; the image of the way she saw Xander die will never leave her. She knew it had to be very painful, she just kept crying even as Buffy and Willow joined Giles in the library.
Buffy and Willow seemed worried since they couldn't find Xander earlier in their call and now Cordelia was crying hysterically. As Cordelia saw them enter the library, she did something that took all present by shock, she ran towards Buffy and Willow and started screaming, "He's gone, he's gone! What are we going to do?!!"
Not knowing what to do Willow just looked at Buffy to do something about Cordelia. After trying to get the cheerleader to talk and calmed down, the slayer had no choice but to grab, pick her up and carry her into Giles' office.
"Well yes, that is one way to handle the situation," replied Giles as he tried to clean the scratches he had received a few minutes earlier. He nervously looked around wondering what to do, handling hysterical teenagers was not his job. Slayers usually didn't tend to get hysterical.
After being forcefully placed on the couch in the office Cordelia tried really hard to calm herself. She just stared into space as she tried to get the image of Xander being vaporized from her mind. <He must have been in so much pain, he had to be! Maybe if I wasn't there to point it out, he would be here, > more tears started to leave her eyes. Still clutching on to the bottle, she just wondered what she was going to tell the others.
After a few more minutes of her crying she finally started telling them what had happened, from following Xander to the boiler room. "So I," she sniffled a little, "followed him so I could get some dirt on him to humiliate him," she said with great regret and lowered her eyes as thought of he intentions where. Receiving no questions from the gang she continued, "We argued a little and well he tried to apologize for what happened with Willow," Cordelia glared up at the redhead <None of this would have happened if you would have kept your hands of him>, "and I ignored it of course. He actually thought that I would forgive him, I wish I had now."
Hearing how she talked about Xander in the past tense the girls where starting to get scared, "Cordelia what happened to Xander? Where is he?" the slayer asked with some force. She stared down at her classmate waiting for the answer and hoping that it wasn't bad news.
Cordelia looked the group tears appearing in her eyes as he prepared herself to tell them, "He's gone? I'll never see him again." She went on to relate what happened in the boiler room leaving out the part about the bomb and O'toole; and how Xander went to pick up the artifact she pointed out and how he was vaporized, "And this is all I have left of him!!" she cried as she clutched the bottle even harder to her chest.
Buffy couldn't believe what she just heard, it couldn't be true. <What the hell was he doing in the boiler room?!> She glared at Cordelia as she saw Willow collapse onto her knees crying hysterically. But for the first time the Slayer didn't know what to do, there was nothing to slay, nothing to get angry at except the circumstance. So she just stood there frozen glaring at Queen C.
Willow just rocked back and forth from and thought about her best- friend, her first love, her everything at one point being going forever. <This can't be happening, why, why?!> she kept mentally screaming over and over. She raised her head to look at Cordelia who had started crying again and then she looked at Buffy who was paralyzed from the shock of the news. But something didn't sit right to her, she just couldn't accept this so easily. <I'll find him, he's not dead. He's not dead!!!> She quickly stood up shocking everyone by her quick movement. She slowly walked up to Cordelia and attempted to grab the bottle, "Please, let me examine it. I have to make sure," she softly said but was shocked by Cordelia's reply.
"NO, This is all I have left. YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!!" Cordelia got up tried to push Willow aside and make an escape. But she was deterred when Willow grabbed her shoulder and tried to grab the bottle.
Buffy again didn't know what to do and just stood there, while Giles was not taking any of the actions of the teenagers calmly. Willow then slapped Cordelia since the Prom Queen refused to let go of the bottle. "Let go you bitch! I have to make sure he's still alive, I have to bring him back!"
Buffy and Giles just stood there shocked at Willow's outburst both thinking that the red head had snapped.
Not one to back down the Queen of Sunnydale High swung back knocking the smaller girl done, "Don't you get involved to you bottle blonde," she screamed at the slayer as Buffy went to protect her fallen friend.
Willow got up and headed towards Cordelia, "Just give it to me!!" She grabbed the bottle and started to pull it out of Cordelia's grip, when she stumbled back from another attack.
"You can't have it!! It's your fault all this happened! If you would have your hands off him then he would still be here with me! I hate you, I blamed him all that time when I should have blamed you. You knew he was mine and you had to try to steal him!"
Getting angry now Willow got up and smiled at the other girl, "Yeah well he wasn't complaining when we were kissing."
Cordelia ran crying from the room after Willow's outburst.
"Well that worked out well," Giles finally spoke.
She had skipped school to go shopping, but still she didn't feel even a *little* bit better. Cordelia had tried shopping in the morning, thinking that would make her mind blank out the pain; hell, it had done so before, back in December last year when the truth had come out.
But now all she could think of was all those times she'd made Xander be her bag carrier during trips to the mall, or the endless shows she'd performed when she'd tried on bikinis for him.
Deciding the Bronze might help, her mood slightly improved. But later Cordy looked at the happy atmosphere and she despised it, "How can they all be so happy, when I'm so damn miserable?" She had convinced the bartender to give her a bottle of tequila, of which she had now finished off half its contents.
Ms. Chase wasn't as drunk as you might think, though. She had a pretty good tolerance for booze; oh, she was hammered, but she wasn't incoherent. Cordy had always thought that was since her mother drank a lot after she got married, then found out she'd become nothing but a trophy wife. And after she had started going out with Xander the fashion queen had thought for sure she wouldn't become like her mom, but now...
Cordelia watched with disinterest as Faith made her way to her, grabbing the empty stool next to her. "What the hell do you want, skank girl?" the cheerleader demanded, as she grabbed and slowly rubbed the pendant around her neck.
Ignoring the semi-drunk cheerleader's attitude, Faith shrugged. "B told me what happened. And, well, as much as I'd like to believe her side of things, I don't. See, the other half of the Chosen Two sorta likes to paint it all such that everything look nice for her, and bad for everyone else..."
Faith looked the semi-drunk girl over. "B said that something had happened to the X-man. Something about you going nuts with this wild yarn of his becoming dust, like your average bloodsucker or whatever. Also said that you were just crazed and/or pissed, because the stud chose Willow over you-"
The other girl slammed down her glass on to the counter. "He did *not*! In the end he chose me, and that bitch knows it!"
Cordy's regal face got a nasty look to it. "He chose Willow...as if!" she spat. "Willow could never *completely* hold onto him. Did you know he came to my house, the day after I was released from the hospital? He begged, he *begged* me to let him in and hear him out for two hours, before the butler finally called the cops on him. And you know what I did? I just laughed at him, telling him he'd lost the best thing he'd ever had..."
The Chase girl laughed, but there was no humor was in it. "I never saw him so distressed, ya know. He kept telling me how sorry he was, and that he would do anything to make it up to me..."
Faith just sat there and listened, something she wasn't used to doing, but she found this intriguing. < She's actually trusting me with all this? Well, she is drunk... > she thought to herself.
"I told him that he'd lost the best thing he ever had, and now - so have I," Cordy took another shot of her new favorite drink, before she continued to ramble on. "I was just so shocked that it was WILLOW it happened with! To be honest, I always thought it was going to be Buffy. And what did the little witch think she was gonna do with his ashes, anyway? Run her little magic tricorder over them to figure out what happened?!"
At Faith's questioning look, Cordelia shrugged. "I went to a goddamn Star Trek movie with him once, alright!?"
The Slayer laughed, deciding just to sit and continue to listen. < This is just getting better and better. All the dirt on the Scoobies coming out? You couldn't *pay* me to leave! >
Cordelia took another shot, and then gave one to Faith, "Here, take one. It helps to drink with someone else. Did you know that I tried to get drunk with Xander once? Boy, was that ever a mistake. Let it be a lesson to you Faith, never offer the son of an alcoholic a drink!"
Ignoring the other brunette, Cordy added, "I'm betting the blond bitch is already taking credit for his stopping Jack too, isn't she? That Xander should have stayed home, like a good li'l pooch?"
Taking another drink while Faith laughed and snorted slightly, Cordy listened as her companion then told her, "Got that right. She was just sayin' how we stopped the end of the world, and if the Xand-man would have just gotten his head on straight and let us know what was going on, then he wouldn't be of the dearly departed right now. Huh, her exact words were, 'see, I knew this would happen Willow. This is what we get for letting him get involved'. Though I was a little surprised to see B cry like that. Me, I didn't like though how she implied that what the boy toy did was less than amazing..."
Faith looked at Cordelia's shocked face, "Yeah, Queen C, you heard me right. I put two and two together, and got that your ex musta saved our lives. 'Cause that bomb was right below our feet. I may be a skank like you say, but I know when to give props to someone else. Unlike Buffy."
Cordelia grinned drunkenly, as she poured herself another shot. "Yeah, well, color me surprised, but Buffy always loves to be the center of attention. Hell, she's got her Watcher - and yours - wrapped around her little pinky! She used to have Xander too, but I *think* he got over her. And Willow his best friend...oh, please! Was Willow the one that stayed with him after his dad would beat him? No! Would she understand that he lied to Buffy about the soul spell to be sure she would do her job, and finally kill Angelus? No, again! *I'm* the one who took two hours to convince everybody that he didn't do it, because he was just jealous of Angel! I mean hello, did he try to jump Buffy's bones when she finally showed up after running for the hills!?"
Faith figured it was time to tell her about the other night, but before she could say anything - Cordelia continued venting, as she looked over at her companion. "Say, he always wanted a Slayer. Did you know he wanted to have a three way, with you and me? I mean, it wouldn't have happened till after we'd - hic! - have been with each other first. He just brought it up once, when we watched one happen in a porno flick."
Faith looked at her in shock, but Cordelia waved off her stare. "So I like to watch pornos, big deal. He never had a problem with it!"
Faith's jaw was still hanging down as she managed to ask, "You mean -you know?"
"Please," Queen C rolled her eyes. "I saw him with that blonde bimbo that morning, and a friend of mine told me she saw him walking away in his boxers from a motel room that night. So, he must have slept with someone! And I know he wouldn't have done Lysette, since he'd just met her. And if there's one thing you could say about Harris's lame ass, it's that he had this thing about having to respect the girls he did anything with. So, did he help you in the slaying, or did your 'horny and hungry' thing kick in?" Cordelia then giggled in that drunken way, as she saw Faith's mouth open and close a few more times.
Faith's moment of shock passed though, and she grinned at the fact that the cheerleader had put it all together so easily. She said, "Well, he ran over this demon bitch that had me dead to rights with his car, we got back to my motel room, I was in the mood - and he was standing right there."
Cordy then looked pissed, and Faith wondered if she was having a delayed reaction because of the booze. "Then why the hell did you kick him out?! You could have let him get dressed, at least!"
Then she got an evil smirk on her face, that really got Faith wondering. "You know Willow hates you, right? So I would love to see the look on her face, when she finds out about this. OH! OH! Can I tell her - please?" Ms. Chase begged, before she took more shots.
After she finished off the booze Cordy then asked, "Did he do with you that thing he always did with his tongue? He always did it whenever he went south of the border, with me. I could never get enough of that, back in the old days."
Faith just laughed, as she shook her head. "We just did it plain vanilla, wham-bam-thank you Xan. No time for kinks, or anything else. 'Cause, I had to go help bail B and the gang out at the library. And I *had* to kick him out, on account of like I said I had to meet up with B; and they made it clear they didn't want him around. He was getting all cuddly and stuff, and I don't do that. I don't have time for the mushy stuff."
"Oh, that's too bad. He was always good at cuddling..." Cordy got this glazed look on her face, and drool started to appear at the side of her mouth.
"So, did you ever return the favor?" the dark-haired Slayer arched her eyebrows suggestively.
A single nod took place, as Cordelia snapped out of the trance that she'd momentarily been in. "He was the only guy I did that with, you know me - I like control. And oh boy, did I have control of him after I did that!" was the response, before Cordy gulped the last shot that left the bottle dry.
"God," the Slayer commented. "Now I *really* wish we had done a three way!"
After hearing Faith's mutterings, the college-age bartender who had been faking cleaning the glasses behind the bar, with his back to them, dropped one in shock. His face then turned red, as he saw both girls looking at him.
Faith had a smug look on her face, while Cordelia just put a finger to her lips and whispered, "Shh, our little secret!"
Cordy then looked at her empty bottle, then to the still-blushing bartender. "Put it on my tab, okay?" she said to him, as the girl got off her stool. But she was only able to take one step, before her legs completely gave out on her.
Faith moved fast and stopped her from hitting the floor, thanks to those Slayer reflexes. "Come on, C. Let's get you home here..."
The drunken cheerleader quickly shook her head. "No! I don't wanna go back to my room. All I do is sit there. Hearing his screaming over and over, in my head! Anywhere but there!"
The two slowly made their way towards Faith's motel room, though sometimes it seemed like Faith had to almost drag the cheerleader along.
When they got to the room, Faith's eyebrows went up when Cordelia immediately broke away from her and jumped onto the bed. It reminded her of a few guys that she had brought to this room recently...
But her thoughts in that direction were squashed, when the cheerleader looked between the two pillows on the bed, asking quietly, "Which one did he use?"
She took the one Faith pointed to and curled up into a ball with it, falling asleep for the rest of the night; and not hearing the brunette Slayer start swearing about having to sleep on the floor...