Author: Raz
E-mail: Razchief@juno.com
Rating: G
Notes: Why did ya do it Joss? Wahhhhhh!
Spoilers: Heroes.
Disclaimer: The charactors of Doyle and Cordy belong to Joss the whole
Joss and nothing but the Joss.
It was something she'd put off doing, but a last Cordy cleaned out Doyle's desk. Not much there, other then a half finished bottle of JD and a few old racing forms. But in the middle drawer was a single sheet of line paper with printing so painstakingly neat it reminded her of themash notes she'd received in 7th grade. That is until Cordy started
reading and her tears started a new.
"In my home land there are wells made sacred by the hand of the Goddess and blessed by the staff of Saint Patrick himself.
It is believed that should you go to the Well of St Bridget, walk through the thorn bushes surrounding it, leaving a bit of your clothing and blood upon their cruel points as offering of your sincerity, drink the water and pray to Herself for the love of your life to appear, the petition will be granted.
Oh that I had left my hearts blood upon a thorn and tasted but a drop of the holy waters. Sorely did I want a novena floating from my lips in barest hope it was carried to the ears of the Mother.
All to have you say, oh Cushla Macree-dearest of my heart Cordella, that you but loved me just a little."
