Best Quote:
Elektra's Stardust-
"Cordelia felt her body
stiffen at his touch. It was the first time that
he had touched her. She'd known him for a year and they'd never so
much as brushed shoulders. She wanted to
revel in his touch but she was afraid. This
is all a trick, she thought. They suck you in so they can drag you
down. Even Xander was guilty of that.
"Please Doyle, please
just go."
Her voice held a plea
for understanding. She prayed that he would leave
this be; that he would let her climb into her apartment andshut the door.
It was easier to be numb than to feel.
Cordelia felt atear slip down one cheek.
Much to her dismay, she felt Doyle's fingertip trace the path the tear
ha taken until he caught it as it trembled
at her jaw line. She looked up at him through
wet, spiky lashes.
He examined the tear
that clung to his fingertip. He had caused this.
There was no one else to blame. The dark, clutching feeling of shame welled
up from the pit of his stomach. He stared at the tear for a moment
longer before shifting his gaze to meet hers.
He looked into her eyes and was lost.
"Cordelia."
She braced herself, waiting
for the laughter. She had cried. He had
called her a silly name and she had cried. There was no excuse for such
behavior, she thought. Cordelia Chase cry? Just imagine what mom
would say, she thought"
The Emperor's New Clothes
by Mediancat-
"Gee, Cordy, isn't there a Tin Woodsman you should
be terrorizing somewhere?"
"Maybe you should be the one visiting the Wizard,
Xander -- you need brains, courage, AND a heart."
Stardust by Elektra-
"When she was little,
her mother had entered her in beauty pageants. The
ones where little girls got dressed up in evening gowns and make-up and
looked at least thirty-five. She'd always done well in those pageants until
it came to the talent competition.
Her mother insisted that
she sing Stardust by Cab Calloway. She adamantly insisted that the
family had class. For some reason, she thought if Cordelia sang that
particular song, everyone else would believe they did too.
What her mother didn't seem to understand was that Cordelia couldn't
sing. She tried her hardest. She'd put on an appropriately sad smile
and do a sophisticated little dance but it didn't matter. She still
couldn't sing. The judges had marked her last and her mother
had been furious. She had told Cordelia that she was a face and nothing
more. Cordelia remembered crying, only to have her mother cut that off
quickly. "Keep crying like that and you'll ruin the only asset you've
got. Believe me, you're going to need it. The good Lord knows that you'll
never get by on smarts," she'd said. That was the last time Cordelia had
cried, until tonight. Part of her knew that Doyle didn't mean anything
by it, but it hurt nonetheless."
Chase Scene-
"Um -- how DID you beat
him, Cordelia?" Oz asked from the driver's seat. She laughed. "Please!
In a MALL? I had the home-field advantage!"
Simple Simon-
Well, doesn't this just
beat all? The Queen of the Flakes datin' the King of the Dorks."
Simon grinned.
Elektra's Moonlit Flirtation
"Having said that, Cordelia
promptly hung up the phone and pulled her blinds.
She scampered back to her bed, flung the covers over her head and
let out an excited squeal. I haven't felt like this since Xander,
she thought. She settled back into
bed in hopes of getting a few more hours of beauty rest before
beginning her day."
Beltaine:
"Let us go, Angel," Cordelia
said in a hypnotizing voice. A smear of Tamara's cool blood bathed
her chin and he wiped it away with the cuff of his velvet shirt.
His own mouth watered and his groin tightened as Cordelia ran her
tongue over her lips to catch any stray drops. Her still-sharp teeth
glistened with saliva and held a dangerous promise.
"I can change you forever,"
he offered. He thirsted for her like a man doing hard labor under
a sultry sun and wondered why he just didn't grab her and take her
right there in front of the Slayer.
"No, you can't," she
said forcefully.
"Cordelia!" Buffy's voice
tugged at her soul and she reluctantly backed away from Angelus's
compelling gaze. She didn't want to go any further than she already
had. Xander groaned from behind Buffy, waking up from his mild concussion
and giving Cordelia something else to focus on besides the
allure of Angel's dark, glittering eyes and the desire he was projecting
at her.
The Great Secret-
The entire short
Elektra's Stardust I
"Doyle leaned forward
and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue
paused for a moment as it licked at her lip gloss before venturing into
the depths of her mouth. She tasted of cinnamon.
As his tongue crossed the barrier of her
lips, he felt her tongue brush against his for a fleeting
moment and then it was gone. He went slowly, exploring every inch
of her
mouth. He noticed the sharp intake of her
breath as he ran his tongue over the smooth
surface of her teeth. She's been hanging
out with Angel too long, he thought. He pulled back and began to
worry the surface of her lips with his teeth.
After each tiny nip, he lavished her lip
with a long slow stroke of his tongue.
Cordelia moaned.
Her tongue snaked out
of her mouth in desperate search of his. She
longed to draw it back to the warm haven of her mouth where it belonged.
As he felt her tongue brush against his,
Doyle pulled away. If he didn't stop
now, he wouldn't. He didn't want a quickie on the landing in front of her
apartment. Cordelia deserved more. He deserved more.
He looked at Cordelia.
Her eyes were still pressed closed as she
recovered from the kiss. Her chest heaved as she panted with the
exertion of their passion. He breathed
deeply, attempting to slow his own breathing. He
pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry".
Stardust by Elektra- II
"Cordelia felt her body
stiffen at his touch. It was the first time that he had touched her.
She'd known him for a year and they'd never so much as brushed shoulders.
She wanted to revel in his touch but she was afraid. This s all a
trick, she thought. They suck you in so they can drag you down. Even
Xander was guilty of that."
Elektra's Stardust- III
"Cordelia felt tears
well up in her eyes.
"Why can't anyone love
me the way Angel loves Buffy? What's wrong with me? I'm cute; I have
a great personality. I don't run around killing things that go bump
in the night. I'm popular girl. Why does everyone keep forgetting that."
Cordelia looked over
her shoulder as she reached the top of the stairwell. No one had bothered
to follow her. She supposed that should make her happy, but it didn't.
She wasn't even worth the trouble. Cordelia held in a sob as she
opened the door and walked to the entrance of her apartment.
"Hey Toots."
Cordelia sucked in a
breath. She hadn't noticed Doyle standing by Bertha. She kept
her face slightly averted from him. In her experience, tears were a
sign of weakness. A sign of vulnerability. She'd learned that from an early
age.
When she was little,
her mother had entered her in beauty pageants. The ones where little
girls got dressed up in evening gowns and make-up and looked at least
thirty-five. She'd always done well in those pageants until it came
to the talent competition.
Her mother insisted that
she sing Stardust by Cab Calloway. She adamantly insisted that the
family had class. For some reason, she thought if Cordelia sang that
particular song, everyone else would believe they did too. What her
mother didn't seem to understand was that Cordelia couldn't sing. She tried
her hardest. She'd put on an appropriately sad smile and do a sophisticated
little dance but it didn't matter. She still couldn't
sing. The judges had marked her last and her
mother had been furious. She had told Cordelia that she was a face and
nothing more. Cordelia remembered crying, only to have her mother cut
that off quickly. "Keep crying like that
and you'll ruin the only asset you've got.
Believe me, you're going to need it. The good Lord knows that you'll
never get by on smarts," she'd said. That was the last time Cordelia had
cried, until tonight. Part of her knew tha t
Doyle didn't mean anything by it, but it
hurt nonetheless.
"Hi," she said, her voice
barely above a whisper."
I never loved you anyway-
But worse of all, Xander misled me. He made me think he was
different, made me think he could see inside of me. He claimed he
saw "specialness" within me. I thought he could see who I really
was, beyond the ever-popular cheerleader, beyond the ever-beautiful May
Queen, behind the brain I thought I had to disguise …to me, the real Cordelia,
the girl who got things instead of love. The girl whose parents ignored
her and whose friends didn't really care. The girl just waiting for
one person - just one person - to love her unconditionally. And he
made me believe he was that one. And then he betrayed me.
**Before you go I must remember
To have a quiet word with that girl
Does she know you're not a spender
Well I just have to say**
But hey, I should thank Willow for stealing him…No, that's not right.
She couldn't have stolen him from me if I didn't want to lose him in the
first place. I should thank her for showing me what a loser he really
is. She can have him - do whatever she wants with him -- because
I don't want him anymore. I hope she knows that he's not this great
romantic guy - just a loser. I'm glad I didn't let myself care, that
I didn't give him the power to hurt me. He was just a temporary diversion,
nothing special. Yeah, it's good that we broke up. I never
loved him anyway. And I'm glad he's gone.
Than Hear You Sing-
Angel confronts Cordelia
about why she can't sing the most important lyric in one certain
song and she admits she still loves Xander.