Speak Again

fanfiction by Wild Iris


Stories half-overheard at auditions flash into her mind. He said he would… on my knees… this outfit with fishnets and bunny ears…

Concentrate on what's important, she tells herself. Like fame. Like fortune. Like three meals a day. Like the incredible wealth and social connectedness of this guy.

And she's already made her decision by climbing into his limo, hasn't she? What alternative is there – return to the hotel-for-roaches and wait for something else that won't happen, short of some angel descending through the roof?

Quietly, Cordelia hears her own voice asking, 'What do you want me to do?'