"And then they would dance around in women’s clothes and... are you alright?
Cordelia sat bored out of her mind, prom dresses whirling around her on the dance floor while Weasly babbled wildly about "the glory days” as head boy.
"What?" she said breaking out of her trance," oh yeh I'm fine."
Before Weasly could object Xander and Anya appeared at their side.
"Hey man, and less of man," said Xander turning to Cordy, "You having a good time?"
"Yes, I was just telling Miss Chase about the time I-“
“I’m sure she was very interested in that to but I was wondering if I could have this dance.
“But I was-“
“Heck yes Cordelia cut in looking at her former boyfriend current escape rope
“What about me?” asked Anya more irritated than hurt
“Why don’t you tell Wes here about your time in Egypt?”
“Oooo” she smiled greedily,” the year was 1312, and I was in Cairo….”
As Anya began her story Xander led Cordy on to the dance floor just as a slow song struck up.
“Thank you thank you thank you,” she exclaimed, “Wes is cute but o my god he doesn’t shut up!!!
“Anya’s worse”
“Is not!”
“Does Weasly tell you about all the times he’s mutilated people with toenails?”
“He recited the watcher’s guide.”
“I stand corrected”
“Xander”
“Yeh?”
“Thanks for the dress”
“Don’t mention it”
Suddenly Cordy broke apart.
“Oh,” said Xander apologetically, “I didn’t mean to get so personal I know you don’t want me any moor and…well… I’ll just go,” He made as if to leave but her hand shot out and stopped him.
“No, you didn’t do anything I did,”
“Wha-”
“Don’t mention it you say well guess what mister I’m mentioning it!” she said, her voice verging on a yell, “I treat you like a freak, you kiss me! I ditch you for my friends you win me back! I dump you and you buy ME a prom dress! I tease you and hurt you I MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL!!!! And you,” She lowered her voice dramatically so it was barley audible, “you ask me to dance…”
“Cordy I-”
“No, Xander, don’t speak just listen, you hurt me once, just once and I do everything I can to make your life miserable. After all I’ve done to you… and you ask me to dance You could have brought this up and argued and hurt me more but you didn’t, So I ask you Xander Harris protector of the innocent, friend to the friendless and noble solider… will you dance with me?”
The first true smile in a while appeared on his face as Xander leaned in and kissed her…
“If only,” thought Cordy lying in her bed while Jasmine stood out side preaching, “That’s how it should have been,” If she had spoken up maybe she wouldn’t have felt Fred and Angel’s sorrow sitting next to her, if she had told Xander how she felt, maybe the feeling of the knife slashing her wrist wouldn’t have been there, if she had done something, anything, maybe she wouldn’t have felt life slip father away from her as the wound from her hand dripped her blood into the waiting cup. Maybe if she thought hard enough she could go back, back before the rain of fire, and before going to Pylea, God help her before she met angel in LA. Maybe she could go back to before the feeling that angel would never give up on her, that he would always love her, that he cared, before those feelings faded away…
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