Spoilers: The Price
Summary: Cordy is there for Angel when he needs her the most.
Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Otherwise, they're mine.
Author's Note: In my version, Groo never left Pylea.
Holding the snowglobe in his hand, he just looked at it for an instant. Turning it over, he wound the key. Turning it right side up again, he watched the snow gently fall and listened to Brahm's Lullaby.
"I don't know why I bought this for him. A whim, I guess. I thought he'd like to look at it--the snow. It doesn't ever snow in southern California."
"It did once," Cordelia tells him. He looks up at her and then notices the others looking at him, as well. After a moment, he stands.
"I need to do something," he says, hurrying out of the room. Cordelia rushes after him, catching him outside the door of room 219, her room when she stayed over at the Hyperion.
"Angel, come here," she says pulling him into her room and sitting him down on the bed.
"Why?" he asked.
"Talk to me," she urged him gently, taking his hand in hers.
"I miss him," he told her, choking back a sob. "I miss him so much, Cordy." Her heart broke at the pain she heard in his voice.
She opened her arms to him, then. He fell into them, sobbing. It broke her heart that her best friend was in so much pain.
A few minutes later, he lifted his head from her shoulder, leaving behind a teary reminder of his pain. "Lay down with me," she told him softly.
Slipping off their shoes, they lay down on the pillows behind them. "Thank you," he told her softly.
"For what?" she asked.
"For being there for me. For giving me a shoulder to cry on. For being the one I turn to." She just smiled at him.
"Stay here. I'm going to tell Gunn and Fred that we'll do this another day." He nodded.
Walking back into room 217, she saw her two friends talking quietly. "Hey, guys," she said. "We're going to have to do this another day," she told them.
"Is something wrong?" Fred asked.
"It's just too soon," she told them honestly.
Gunn nodded. "How about lunch?" he asked the pretty brunette beside him.
"Sounds great," Fred told him.
He turned back to Cordelia. "Maybe a little peace and quiet will help."
"Thanks, guys. We'll see you tomorrow."
Returning to her room and Angel, she softly closed the door behind her, sighing as the tears gently fell.
"Cordy?" his voice called to her in the semi-darkened room.
"I'm right here, Angel," she told him, taking her place beside him once again.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked. She didn't say anything at first, just let the tears fall. "Cordy?" he asked again.
She sighed. "I know he wasn't mine, but I miss him," she told him. "I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest."
"Oh, Cordy," he whispered, before pulling her into his arms. "You may not have given birth to him," he told her, "but you were his mother." These words turned her silent tears into sobs. He pulled her closer and held her as she cried.
They lay in silence for a long time, lost in their own thoughts.
"I love you," she told him tenderly.
"I love you, too, Cordy," he whispered as he softly brushed his lips against hers.
Yawning, she snuggled into his arms. "So tired," she whispered.
"Sleep, my love," he told her affectionately.
She smiled at the term of endearment and closed her eyes. Soon, she was fast asleep. He pulled a blanket over them and joined her in dreamland.