Title: Final Straw

Author: digitaldesigner

Word Count: 207

Prompt: rain

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Various episodes spanning seasons 1-4

Pairing: Angel/Cordelia

Summary: All the times they'd almost lost each other flashed through their minds.

Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Otherwise, they're mine.

Author's Note: Written for whedonland's april showers challenge. Takes place sometime after the end of season 4. However, the gang never go to work for Wolfram & Hart and Cordy wakes up from her coma for real.

As the rain came down in sheets around them, Angel gazed into Cordy's eyes with an intensity she hadn't seen before. As she stared back, he saw that same intensity reflected in her own eyes. As he stood with her in the downpour, all the times they'd almost lost each other flashed through their minds. He'd almost lost her to never-ending visions, Groo and finally to a mystical coma. She'd stood helpless as he'd tried to sacrifice himself for humanity, watched as he'd sunk into despair, afraid he was becoming the demon inside once again.

Tonight had been the final straw for them both: they'd been on a seemingly routine case cleaning out a vamp nest downtown when it had all went south. They'd been inches from losing each other once again. Angel had only just escaped the stake meant for his heart and rescued a shaken Cordy from the vamp about to open a vein.

And now, in the alley outside the hotel in the pouring rain, Angel framed Cordy's face in his hands and lowered his lips to hers. It was friendship, loyalty and laughter. It was passion, desire and need. It was tenderness, affection and love. It was them. And it was right.