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12 December 2010 @ 03:10 pm
Taking Cordelia Home  
Who: Gunn, Cordelia, and Doyle
Where: Cordelia's Apartment
When: After her rescue
What: Getting Cordelia Settled in for the Night
Status: Incomplete



After they had gotten away from Wolfram & Hart, they dropped Angel off back at the office so that he could deal with the crowd that had shown up from Sunnydale. Gunn didn't know who any of those people were, but they had Angel distracted right now, plus he seemed kind of anxious to do whatever it was that they wanted to do and get them out of LA. Apparently he either didn't get along with them or they brought up bad memories. Gunn didn't know.

Angel had asked him and Doyle to make sure that Cordelia got back to her apartment safe and sound and for them to make sure that there were no lawyer goons hanging around and waiting for them in order to just snatch Cordelia away again. If Gunn saw any more lawyers tonight, he was going to beat the ever loving daylights out of them. He was sick of that whole lot of assholes right now. For some reason he got the feeling that they wouldn't be able to get rid of them any time soon, though.

He pulled his truck up to Cordelia's apartment building. "Come on," he said to her. "We'll walk you up." The tone he had said that he'd take no arguments. Even if she wasn't all that proud of her living circumstances, Gunn had certainly seen a lot worse. This was someone who was used to being homeless and squatting anywhere that he could. One crappy apartment wasn't that bad in his opinion.
 
 
Current Location: Cordelia's Apartment
Current Mood: tiredtired
 
 
 
misschase on December 13th, 2010 09:09 am (UTC)
Cordelia couldn't believe she was going home. It felt like she'd been trapped in that cell for months. Of course, the cell was probably a lot nicer than her roach-infested apartment, but at least she could sleep on her own bed. And take a shower! God, how she wanted to just wash her hair!

Her head had been lolling on Doyle's shoulder throughout the ride. She probably could have fallen asleep right there, but the urge to eat something was rumbling in her stomach. When the truck finally came to a stop, she sat up, "Oh, thank god."

She opened the passenger door and slid out of the truck, glad to see that no one had followed them. For now, at least. She nodded to Gunn's words, not really wanting to be little miss independent. She was glad to let them dote upon her. She linked one arm with Doyle's and put her other around Gunn, "I don't have my keys, but I doubt they were kind enough to lock the door after kidnapping me."
just_doyle on December 13th, 2010 01:35 pm (UTC)
Doyle wanted so much to just cuddle Cordelia. To hold her and tenderly pet her hair until she could fall into a peaceful sleep not interrupted by croonies at Wolfram and Hart. Instead though, he remained respectful. He let her rest on him when she needed, careful to move his body as little as possible any time they went around a turn or over some bumps.

Pulling up to Cordy's place elicited the softest of sighs. If only he could help her find a place she truly deserved. His apartment was hardly better, though at least all the walls were the same color, but a princess like Cordelia didn't deserve to be slumming it. Internally, he made a note to help her find an upgrade in the coming months.

"Somehow, I suspect we'll be lucky to find a door on at all with the roughness they usually operate on."
Charles Gunn: Blushing Herog_charles on December 13th, 2010 09:22 pm (UTC)
Gunn couldn't help but smirk slightly when he heard Cordelia say 'oh thank god' when they arrived. He understood that she had been away for a while and that she was VERY glad to be home again, even if home wasn't all that pretty. Gunn knew that he'd rather be completely homeless than staying in a Wolfram & Hart cell, so he doubted Cordelia felt much different.

"I think Doyle's right about being lucky if the door is intact," he pointed out as he helped Cordelia up to her apartment. Lucky for them, when they got there, the door was open a crack, but it hadn't been broken down, so at least she'd be able to close it, even if they broke the lock getting inside.

"Let me look inside to make sure no one's waiting for us to come in," he said, pulling away from Cordelia once he was sure that Doyle had a good hold on her. Once that was established, he walked slowly to the door and pushed it open, reaching inside and flicking the light switch on. Light poured out of the tiny apartment, and Gunn felt OK with peeking his head inside, since no one had attacked the hand that he stuck in.

First he poked his head in and, once he was sure that no one was going to burst out of a closet or anything, walked the rest of the way inside. A few things were overturned, but otherwise the apartment was in OK shape (for it, anyway). "Looks like they did bust your lock, so you'll have to push something against the door for the night," Gunn said as he looked over the door. "It's OK to come inside, though."
misschase on December 17th, 2010 07:15 am (UTC)
"I hope my damn door is intact," Cordelia said. That was all she needed now. To not have a door and be burglar prey. No, it wasn't enough that she had visions, she had to get kidnapped and burglarized too. Well, the burglar thing might not be true, but what was stopping anyone?

As Gunn volunteered to make sure the coast was clear, she leaned on Doyle, though she was feeling better just being away from the law firm, "You know, after a while, I really thought I'd never see you--er, you guys ever again. So, thanks," she said, as modestly as Cordelia Chase could ever say anything.

When Gunn returned, she nodded slightly and headed inside, "I'll stick a chair under the doorknob or something," she said, scanning around the mess of her room. Nothing looked stolen, not that there was anything to steal, but it was a bit of a mess. Kicked over chairs and her broken cell phone on the floor.

She let Doyle release her and headed straight for her minuscule bedroom to check on it, only to discover it was still ruffled from the last time she'd slept in it. Well, at least she still had a bed to sleep in. She returned to her living room-slash-kitchen area and told Doyle and Gunn, "I really want to take a shower, but can you guys, like, stay here while I do it? I don't want any crazy lawyer pulling a Psycho on me."
just_doyle on December 20th, 2010 02:33 pm (UTC)
He'd been to her apartment a time or two but it really still did not connect for Doyle that such a lovely girl would be in such a rotten place. Her apartment, while slightly bigger, managed to be worse than his. The whole building gave him the Psycho vibe, so he wasn't much surprised when Cordelia asked them to stay a little longer.

"Sure, Princess. Not like we've got much else going on. Or at least I don't?" he glanced over at Gunn, not wanting to volunteer the man's time.

Doyle took up residence on Cordy's couch, preparing to settle in for the likely hour or more it would take Cordelia in the shower.
Charles Gunn: Bottleg_charles on December 23rd, 2010 02:16 am (UTC)
"I can change the lock for you tomorrow when I can pick up a new knob," Gunn said to her. So, other than tonight, she should be able to rest a little easier. While the apartment itself wasn't anything terrible that he hadn't seen before, getting her a place where the area wasn't so crap might not be a bad idea. Besides, he had squatted in a few places nearby before. That's how bad this area of LA really was.

"I'm good to hang," he said, sitting down on the sofa near Doyle. He figured that the girl would stay in the shower for next to forever, but that was her prerogative. After sitting in a Wolfram & Hart jail cell for a while, he wouldn't blame her for wanting to sit in a shower forever to wash away the grime that slimed over you the moment you stepped into that place.

"If you need someone to crash here with you tonight, I can stay on your couch," Gunn said to her. He looked toward Doyle. "Unless you want to stay?" He got a vibe from those two. Didn't want to step on any toes.
misschase on December 23rd, 2010 09:59 am (UTC)
If Cordelia had more energy left, her eyes would have lit up at Gunn's offer to fix her door, "God yes, thank you. The landlord and maintenance people don't do crap around here. If they did, this would have been fixed by now, obviously, since I've been gone for days."

She nodded to them both, turning to head to her bathroom until Gunn volunteered to stay the night, then posed the question to Doyle. She opened her mouth a few times to answer, "It doesn't matter, really. Whoever wants to crash, can," she said, lying quite openly as her eyes lingered on Doyle for a few extra moments.

Before the moment could get anymore awkward, she headed for her bathroom, shutting the door and letting out a breath. After turning on the water, which spurted brown for several seconds before going clear, she peeled her clothes off quite gladly, as she'd been wearing them for several days. Had she been more awake, she would have been completely embarrassed by her appearance, but no one seemed to mind. Had anyone from her former high school seen her in this condition, she'd get the "Garbage Girl" nickname again. Ugh.

Feeling to make sure the water was hot enough, she stepped in and lathered her hair and body up with her flowery scented soaps, nearly in disbelief that she was finally back home.
just_doyle on January 18th, 2011 08:59 pm (UTC)
Doyle wanted nothing more than to stay, but he couldn't help feeling as if the very fact she was in this situation was all his fault. While he wasn't prepared to go running for the hills, he was having a hard time convincing himself that he'd prove much use if something happened anyhow. He stayed though, for the time being. It wasn't as if Cordelia wouldn't kick him out whenever she wanted to anyhow.

"Your call Gunn. Wouldn't want to keep ya, but certainly happy to have an extra set of fists around. I don't think they'll come looking, not tonight anyways."

After Cordelia disappeared into the bathroom, he eyed his friend seriously.

"Honestly, I think we need to help her find somewhere else to stay. They might not come tonight or tomorrow but Wolfram and Hart won't take this whole breakin' and enterin' we did lightly," the Irish man say said somberly.

If there way anything Doyle knew a lot about and knew it well, it was dodging unruly folks of a bad character. If someone wanted something bad enough, they'd find you, destroy your place, and sometimes even worse. Doyle might never have a chance with Cordelia after what he'd inflicted upon her, but that didn't mean he didn't want to protect her.
Charles Gunn: Charles Gunng_charles on January 22nd, 2011 12:49 am (UTC)
Gunn gave her a nod. "I'll pick up the stuff to do it tomorrow and get it done," he said to her. He may not be paying for it, and instead stealing it from the Home Depot or whatever, but they didn't need to know about that stuff. He wasn't sure if they would appreciate that. But, he was short on cash (when was he not?) and still wanted to do this for her.

When Doyle mentioned that having an extra pair of fists around wasn't a bad thing, he gave Doyle a slight nod. "Then I'll stick around. Ain't exactly busy tonight, anyway." He needed to drop by his gang in the morning before getting the stuff for Cordelia's lock, but that still wasn't a big deal.

When Doyle said something about Cordelia needing a new place, Gunn knew that the guy was right. "I wouldn't be shocked if Wolfram & Hart did come back. They ain't exactly known for being good losers." Plus, they kind of broke into their inner sanctum or whatever. They probably don't approve of that.

"You think she can stay with you or Angel maybe? Where I hang...well, she might not like it." Pretty girls like her weren't known for liking empty warehouses, after all. "Or maybe you can just find her a place that's not a bug trap." He knew this place had to drive her nuts, just by what little he had learned about her lately.
misschase on January 27th, 2011 05:17 am (UTC)
After thirty blissful minutes in hot water, Cordelia stepped out and ran a towel over her hair and battered body--spotting a few bruises as she did so. She wrapped it around herself before running a brush through her hair. Oh god, she hadn't brushed her hair in so long. And even if she was in her crappy roach-infested hole, it was still better than the cell at Wolfram and Hart.

As she opened the door, steam poured out and she scampered to her bedroom, quickly shutting the door. She dropped the towel to the floor and pulled on clean underwear, yoga pants, and a camisole. Everything was clean and so comfortable. Thank god.

She stepped out of her bedroom and sat back down on the couch beside Doyle, "I'm not staying with Angel," she said, "His place is more depressing than mine. Sure, it's way nicer, but hello--I need some sun in my life every now and then. Everything about his underground apartment is all black and silk and weapons."

She ran her brush through her hair again; it was a simple pleasure, but one she was going to definitely enjoy. "I don't mind staying with you, Doyle, until I find myself a new place. I really don't want anymore late night calls from the lawyers."
just_doyle on January 31st, 2011 03:26 am (UTC)
Doyle would certainly never say no to having Cordelia stay with him, but he had to admit surprise that she'd even want to. Nodding slowly, probably having no idea what he was getting himself into, Doyle agreed.

"Alright Princess, you can stay. You might want to pack up your things though. Gunn's right. Just because we assume we're in the clear, doesn't mean they won't come lookin' for ya just to antagonize us some more."

The place they were sitting in didn't seem to hold a whole lot for Cordelia. She had some clothes and the barest hint of things to make the place livable and that was the extent of it. Letting Wolfram and Hart run them off from there certainly could be worse.

There was a good chance his place really was the safest for her anyways. He hadn't used his real name, or any name really, when renting the place and always made a point to pay in cash. It was seedy, sure, but Doyle had become a master of disappearing. He didn't belong in the world in a meaningful way and liked to keep a low profile these days.
Charles Gunn: Gunn for Hireg_charles on February 13th, 2011 02:12 am (UTC)
At least Doyle had a real place for Cordelia to stay. Gunn didn't mind living in an abandoned warehouse. The place was clean enough for him and his people, and they were out of the elements, and that was all that mattered to him. He really wouldn't know what to do with himself at this point if he lived in a more 'regular' type place. Still, not a place that a girl like Cordelia would want to stay. Then again...this place sucked, so who knew? At least his place was free. His gang kept the place swept of vampires so no one called the cops on a bunch of kids squatting in a building. Worked for him.

"Yeah, plus you don't want to leave anything that you might be missing if someone decides to take advantage of the unlock-able door here." They hadn't since she was last here, but that just might have been pure dumb luck. "Also? No offense, but they got plenty of places that are rent controlled in the city that are nicer than this. I know Angel pays you guys something. Gotta be enough to not have to hang around a place that doesn't even notice the bashed in door."

Sadly, he had a point. If you knew where to look, then you could probably find something WAY better than where she was hanging right now. Plus, she definitely needed a place that would notice if someone busted in her door and took her away by gun point.
misschase on February 18th, 2011 03:37 am (UTC)
"Thanks, Doyle." Cordelia was almost grateful that they'd suggested she get out of the place tonight. Especially when spotted a dead roach in the far corner of the kitchen. Just lovely. She nodded, "I'm way fine with not staying here tonight, even if you guys were crashing here too." She rented her apartment by the month, which was another sign of just how trashy it was.

She sighed, knowing Gunn was right, but when she moved here, she hadn't been able to afford anything else. "I had no money when I came here, so this was the best I could do," she said, a little defensively. It wasn't her fault her daddy hadn't paid his taxes and left her with nothing. And it also wasn't her fault that no one had discovered her amazing acting skills yet and paid her thousands of dollars to be in the next Hollywood blockbuster. "But, I'll be totally glad to get rid of it. And maybe you guys can help me find a new roach-less lawyer-proof place."

She stood up, heading into her room to grab an oversized purse. She tossed some of her essential clothes, make-up, toiletries, and shoes inside within moments. How very different this form of packing was. When she would go to Aspen with her family, she'd have at least four different suitcases. With the bag on her shoulder, she came back to the living room, "I'm ready when you guys are."
just_doyle on February 20th, 2011 06:52 am (UTC)
He stood, ready to lead the way out. When his eyes caught the small bag on her shoulder, he had to acknowledge surprise. Cordelia hardly seemed like a woman who could travel light. No though, it seemed she had nothing else she wanted to take along.

"Are you sure you don't have anything else you want to bring? Next time we come back, people might not have left you anything in the place."

Wolfram and Hart may not have cared but in this part of the city an open door was a an invitation for looting. Frankly, Doyle was surprised she'd come back to find anything in her apartment at all and he was relatively sure it was the disgusting way the girl lived that had kept intruders at bay. If Cordelia had nothing else she wanted them to carry for her, he would lead the way out.
Charles Gunn: Law is Sexyg_charles on March 4th, 2011 06:37 pm (UTC)
Gunn nodded when Cordelia mentioned the fact that she hadn’t had any money when she had come to LA. “Definitely understand the whole ‘not having money’ deal,” he said to her with a slight grin. He had never really had any real amount of money all of his life. He’d never really held a ‘real’ job, but the neighborhood took care of him, and he helped take care of the neighborhood he was in. It worked for him and his gang. The fact that he was helping Angel and the others now was really just part of that sort of ‘job’ to him. The fact that they were fighting the people who were helping to mess up his neighborhood as well? Bonus.

He had stood up by the time that Cordelia was done packing. He was actually somewhat amazed that she had been able to pack as little as she had. She looked kind of like one of those girls who would pack acres and acres of bags for a stay overnight, instead of kind of packing up everything that she may want forever. Then again, looking around the apartment, how much did she really have?

“Ready when you guys are,” Gunn said simply, waiting to see if Cordelia had anything else that she might want to bring.
misschase on March 11th, 2011 02:24 am (UTC)
Whenever Cordelia had gone to Aspen with her parents, she usually had at least three suitcases, plus another just for cosmetics, so she knew her very light packing was a surprise. Not that Doyle or Gunn knew her back then. But, she really didn't have much here. She'd sold most of her designer clothes for money when she moved to Los Angeles and really had nothing in the way of books or DVDs or dishes. She was a paper plate and plastic fork kind of girl these days. Thank god no one from high school saw her this way. It had been tough enough hiding her lack of money the last few months of school.

"There's really nothing else. I got my favorite dress, my regular clothes, and my shoes. And then my bathroom stuff," she said. "If they come back, they're free to party it up with the rats and roaches." Okay, so she'd only seen a rat by the alley, but she knew sooner or later they'd find their way up to her apartment.

She headed for the door and didn't look back. She was glad to finally be rid of the place. If there was any positive in getting kidnapped by Wolfram and Hart it was that she finally had an excuse to get a new place. Plus, she was sort of making money now by helping Angel. And with more inevitable acting jobs coming her way, she'd totally be able to afford something way nicer. But, Doyle's place was good for now.