Moving to LA | Closed

magicmissmaclay:

Despite Cordelia’s insistence that she was okay, Tara knew she wasn’t. Through some supernatural means with which Tara was as yet unfamiliar, pain had been psychically transmitted to Cordy across time and space — visions, as she called it, with an intensity that defied anything Tara had heard of.

“Th-that sounds like quite a responsibility,” she said with wide eyes. “D-did it start after you m-moved to LA? I don’t remember Buffy or… Xander o-or anyone else mentioning you getting v-visions.”

While Cordelia scribbled notes onto the pad of paper, Tara stood up and dashed into the little bathroom to hunt for a first aid kit. The broken glass had only created a few cuts in the brunette’s shins, but the sooner they were dealt with, the sooner both the young women could deal with the pressing issue of informing Angel of the vision. Tara hurried back into the living room with gauze, disinfectant wipes, and medical tape, and began carefully picking out the small bits of glass that had lacerated Cordelia’s calves.

“Yeah it did,” Cordelia replied, still writing away. “And they didn’t mention it because they don’t know.” Surprisingly enough, the only Scooby she had stayed in touch with at all was Willow who, ironically enough, had hated her the most in the beginning, but Cordelia had never even told her. 

The seer looked up, surprised, when she felt careful hands on her legs. She watched curiously as Tara began tending to her wounds. A majority of the time she had to take care of herself post-vision; Angel, Wesley, and Gunn usually all had to run off to fight the next big bad, and Dennis helped when he could, but a ghost couldn’t do everything. Tara, on the other hand, barely even knew her and yet here she was, helping her. “…Thank you." 

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