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American Cordy

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Summary: Instead of going to Partytown, Cordy bought this very old, but elegant, evening gown that once belonged to an actress from the early years of Hollywood.

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DC Universe > Other DC ComicsTAOFR1823,0452153,62031 Aug 121 Nov 12No

Leftovers...

Disclaimer: American Vampire, owned by Vertigo. Uncharted owned by...Naughty Dog and Sony.

Author's Notes: Okay...was bored and figured "What the hell, I'll add on to this fic"...

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Though it was Saturday and Cordelia would normally be spending the day shopping or slumming at the Sunnydale Mall with her sheep in tow, she actually took Pearl Jones’ advice and stayed home. In fact, she spent the whole morning and most of the afternoon lounging by the pool and soaking in the sun’s rays. In fact, it was almost intoxicating…it felt like her whole body was being massaged by billions of tiny fingers wherever the sunlight hit her. What ever aches and pains she had acquired from the night before were gone by noon and she dozed off a few times.

However, shortly after three in the afternoon, she heard Maria, the maid, call her name. “Miss Chase, you have a visitor.”

“Aww…tell them to go away,” Cordelia said, not bothering to raise herself up from the pool’s edge.

“Very well, ma’am,” Maria said. “I really don’t think too highly of that young man, anyway.”

“Wait, hold on.” Cordelia propped herself up and looked over at Maria. “Kind of a tall, dorky looking guy with dark hair and bad fashion sense?”

Maria paused for a moment to consider something. “Well, yes, it is that young man…but the brightly colored monstrosities he normally wears are absent.”

Now that got Cordelia’s attention. “Really…then by all means, send him in.” Seeing Alexander Harris, king of outcasts, without his trademark fashion-insulting Hawaiian shirts would be like observing a defrocked priest.

Although, a defrocked Harris might be interesting…wait, what am I thinking?

Cordelia shook her head as she got up and moved over to one of the deck chairs. As soon as she sat down, she was grateful because she was certain she would have fainted from shock. Alexander Lavelle Harris stepped up to the pool’s edge, but it wasn’t the usual “King of Dweebs” that entered her presence. Oh sure, he still had that slight goofy swagger, but he moved more with a confidence that he never displayed before.

As if it’s more of a façade than his actual attitude. A look at his eyes tells me that he’s alert and on the lookout for trouble. And, of course…his clothes.

Instead of his usual attire, Harris was wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and work boots. In a way, it was almost a plain look for him.

But he carries it well.

“Cordy,” he said in greeting. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” she replied, and she wasn’t lying. She was feeling more than fine, actually. “Great, actually.”

“So, you aren’t going through any weird shit left over from last night?” Xander asked.

“You mean after blacking out and having weird memories of someone else or just feeling like I have a hangover?”

He slowly walked over to her and stopped a few feet away. “Yeah,” he said, “something like that.” He unconsciously reached up and rubbed his chest. Cordelia watched the motion then let her gaze travel upward and she caught the leather cord hanging around his neck.

“Harris, you still wearing that crappy necklace you bought from the costume shop?”

Xander smirked at her and shrugged. “Yeah, figured it was a little less intrusive than my usual get-up.” He pulled the necklace (if it could be called that) out of his shirt and held up the tiny silver ring that was attached to it. “I figured, what the hell, it came with the fake guns and the knife I bought…I thought I was going as some soldier of fortune.”

Curious, Cordelia reached out her hand. “Do you mind if I take a look at it?”

Xander seemed to hesitate for a moment, then shrugged again. “Go ahead,” he replied. He took the necklace off and handed it to her. “I’ve kind of gotten attached to it.”

Cordelia took the ring and closely examined it. “Xander, this ring,” she said in shock, “it’s pure silver.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.” She handed the necklace back to him and he put it back on. “What are you going to do with it? Sell it?”

Xander seemed offended by the question. “Oh hell no,” he snapped. “After everything I’ve gone through…er…he’s gone through, I don’t think so.” He held the ring up and pointed at it. “Did you notice the inscription on it?”

“Yeah, is that supposed to be Latin or something?”

“Yeah…Sic Parvis Magna. You know that it means?”

Cordelia shook her head. “Not really…not a big Latin reader.”

Xander chuckled softly at that. “It means ‘Greatness from Small Beginnings’,” he said, shaking his head. “I know that it’s still part of a cheap costume, but I can’t help but think this thing is a damn part of me now and I don’t know why.”

For a couple seconds, an awkward silence took hold until Cordelia decided to break it. “Xander,” she said softly, “what do you remember about last night?”

“Do you mind if I sit down?” he asked. “Because I’m still not sure what happened last night.” Cordelia nodded, he pulled up another deck chair and sat in it. “It’s a little hazy,” he said. “But this guy who took me over, possessed me, he wasn’t some soldier. I’m not sure what he was exactly, but he wasn’t some super powered guy either. I do remember him confronting that idiot at the costume shop and he was more interested in taking that statue because of its value than in stopping the spell. Then Giles showed up and…well…here we are.”

“Any…leftovers from last night?”

Xander smirked at her. “Well, let’s see…aside from knowing how to use various weapons and I can probably hold my own in a brawl, I still retain my fear of clowns…in fact, I think it’s gotten even worse. Then there’s a few other things that really don’t matter right now. What about you?”

This time, Cordelia hesitated. “I’m not sure if I should tell you, but let’s just say the costume that jerk sold me was not just a costume…it actually belonged to some actress from Hollywood.”

Xander arched an eyebrow. “Really? Anyone I know.”

“An actress from OLD Hollywood.”

“Oh…from the sixties?”

“No…older.”

“How old.”

“They were experimenting with sound back then.”

“Oh,” Xander said, blinking a couple times at that realization, “that old.”

“Yeah, that old,” Cordelia repeated, “and she’s coming here…tonight.”

“Wait…what?”

The End?

You have reached the end of "American Cordy" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 1 Nov 12.

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