A 20-minute Cordelia challenge response.
Title: Looking Out For You
Author: Polgara (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Cordelia or Aphrael.
Summary: Cordelia’s final act for Angel.
Spoilers: Up through Shells for Angel. Lots of mentions of what has happened this season! None really for Aphrael.
A/N: This story follows Out To Get You, my 20-min. Angel response. I got a lot of wonderful feedback and questions of whether I would continue it. So I got the idea of turning all of my 20-min challenge responses that had to do with characters from Angel into a series that crossed with David Eddings.
A/N2: Aphrael and Flute are the same person, just so you guys know.
Looking Out For You
Cordelia smiled as she watched Aphrael snuggle into Angel’s arms. She was glad that the tiny goddess had liked her plan to help Angel. The brooding vampire was in need of some serious mood uplifting.
She had known that when she had accepted Aphrael’s offer of death in one dimension to help someone else in another that it was going to be hard on both herself and Angel, but she hadn’t imagined that it would be this bad. She just hadn’t expected him to lose Fred so soon after her.
Aphrael had been the one to help her make her difficult decision about what needed to be done. Honestly, it had kind of freaked her out to have such a serious discussion about world-altering events with someone who barely looked six. But the little goddess was much, much older. So much older, that it made Cordy’s head hurt just thinking about it.
Cordy had discovered that the Powers were actually a group of former gods from different dimensions that had joined forces for the greater good. Aphrael had been one of three who had survived from her dimension. The half demon’s mind sort of wandered during Aphrael’s explanation of what had happened, but understood that the goddess had survived because of the amount of love she possessed for others.
Knowing that Aphrael had a soft spot for Angel, and that her powers worked best with touch, having experienced it herself, Cordelia had formed a plan. She had suggested that the nimble little goddess go down there and spend a little one-on-one time with their brooding champion.
Cordelia was worried that without Aphrael’s presence, Angel would lose focus again because of the loss of two of his people and the possible betrayal of another. Only the little goddess would be able to unobtrusively smooth things over and get them back on track.
She peered down once more and was pleased to see that soft look on Angel’s face that had once only been used on Connor reappear. Cordelia sighed softly as she realized that this was her last act to help Angel, but she knew that Aphrael would look out for him now.
The half-demon seer resolutely turned away and steeled her shoulders as she prepared to be sent to her next assignment. It was a good thing that she was used to looking after difficult men, ‘cause this Logan guy sounded like a handful.