XDH Chapter 6

[madimpossibledreamer]

well.  I thought DMC5 released in may.  I may have been mistaken (might also be making stupid puns, but them's the breaks on this here train).  Turns out it releases tomorrow.  So I guess I'm posting this particular piece in celebration!
~Dreamer~
(and I totally didn't know when I posted the previous chapter this week, just kind of did it for no good reason.  well, good reason, turns out.  my instincts are smarter than I am)

Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry Halloween Crossover, Buffy AU
Chapter Summary: aftermath.
Word Count: 370
Rating: T

         It’s lucky he rolls out of the way a second before he feels the wave of energy hit like a tsunami.  He’s long since run out of DT, which is probably a good thing, considering he—she—isn’t sure what would have happened if she’d been in demon form at the time.  A lot of the demons change into their human forms, looking confused, and some of the others run away, which is good, because suddenly…
         She’s on her knees, clutching her chest.  It takes all of her willpower to get herself to look down and see—she’s not bleeding, which is good.
         “Are you okay?”  Cat—no, Cordy.  Actually concerned?
         “It hurts, but…I’m fine?”  The sword at her side still feels heavier than the plastic one she’d bought at the shop.  She’s suddenly aware of the hole at her back, the crusted over edges.  “My outfit’s still ruined?”
         “It’s worse for you than it is for me, I guess.  I can afford it, and that’s some pretty nice leather.”  Cordy is still being nice, and Alex is pretty sure she’s stuck in the Twilight Zone now.
         They’re ignoring Buffy and Angel happily fighting in the background.
         “I…I have to go find my kids,” she mutters, trying to get to her feet and falling straight on her butt.
         Cordy pulls her up roughly.  “You got stabbed through the stomach, you know.”
         “Uh, yeah, thanks, I’m repressing,” she manages, pulling out the longsword to lean on.
         “Demons are real.  Vampires are real.”  Oh, she’s being nice because she’s still processing, okay.
         “Yeah, and you’re not going to get Angel’s attention,” Alex points out.
         “You can stop being an ass.  I’m scared of walking home on my own, and even if you’re wounded and probably one of the more useless members, you’ve survived this long, which means you can show me how to do it.”  It must’ve hurt to swallow her pride like that, but she’s not gonna argue.
         “Sure, support me.  I’m not sure how well I can stand, and I definitely want to make sure everyone gets home safe.”  She holds out her arm, and it’s a testament to Cordy’s new sense of self-preservation that she takes it without complaint.