It's Over Now


RANT: I. like the rest of the Buffy fans, am sitting here in shock. While crying. How could Joss Whendon do that? (*sobbing*) WHY?!!!!
Timeline: End of the last ep of angel(give me credit, it's 11 minutes after I saw the ending of it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.



"It's Buffy," Angel said softly, his tear filled eyes going to Willow, who was looking at him with her own tears. "It's not bad, right? An injury, something?" he asked as he quickly sat down beside her. "She's okay?"
Willow just sat there, shaking her head.
No, no. It can't be- no. Not her. Not now. She's to young, I still didn't tell her, his mind raced as the frantic thoughts filled his head, trying to cover up the certainty he felt inside. He knew she was gone.

He remembered when she sent him to Hell. The regret in her every movement. Those tear glazed hazel eyes meeting his, saying
"I love you."
She sent him into Hell to save the world.


300 years later, or 3 months, he returned, and she still loved him. had made his fear cloaked mind realize he was still alive, and with her. How she cared for him as he slowly recovered from the centuries of torture he had endured.
When he was dyeing, she almost killed another Slayer to save him, then gave him her own blood, knowing that draining her was his only cure. He didn't have enough strength to say goodbye
The one day only he could remember, and carried the memory of being human. Of spending twenty-four hours as human, with her. Of being in her arms, unafraid of losing his soul. Of being allowed to love her completely, and not suffer.
They could never belong to each other. They belonged to the souls they saved. The innocents they saved everyday. He gave her up, knowing she would die if he didn't.
She did anyway.

Angel forgot where he was as he accompanied Willow back to Sunnydale. He hadn't said a word in the past two days. He silently packed his belongs, along with a small black velvet pouch he still carried on him, and handed the keys to his car over to Giles. Silent.

"You never know your strength until you're tested," he had said to Doyle. That you could give up anything. Doyle died.
He couldn't shake the feeling he had as he sat with Cordellia in his old office, watching the commercial tape that she had shot with Doyle. Suddenly the words took on more meaning. Another unsung hero had died, and no body noticed.
Or cared.

He stood on the balcony, shirtless as the beach hit his cold flesh as guilt rushed through him. He had slept with Darla, and it hurt him more than any pain he had felt before. The cold reality hit him.
Darla wasn't Buffy. He had killed her to save Buffy.


He stood watching Lindsey's truck speed off into a new future, as he stood behind, watching, never able to leave the Hell he was trapped in.


Angel watched the bright lights of LA rush past him as he came closer to Sunnydale. Giles drove, not saying a word. Willow sat beside him, every once and a while raising her gaze to look at the Watcher, then returning to the rushing countryside. He sat alone in the back, his fingers absently toying with the velvet pouch he held in his hand.
A single tear fell down his cold cheek as he closed his eyes, sleep overcoming him.


It was daylight as he walked the beach barefoot, the sand warm between his toes. The beach was deserted,: no life for as far as the eye could see. He sat down on a dune, surprised to see the velvet pouch beside him on the white sand.
"I always loved you Angel, you know that."
He turned around, startled by a voice he never though he would hear again. Buffy stood before him, her white sun dress moving slightly in the breeze. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, he noticed as she sat down beside him, her eyes on the ocean before them.
"I always knew that," he said to her, taking her hand in his. She looked at him, her eyes filling with tears as she shook her head. Suddenly, he looked down to their joint hands.
Blood ran between their twined fingers, dripping to the sand below. A small puddle formed.
"I doubted you," she said mournfully, yanking her had from his and standing up. Her white sun dress began to soak up the blood from her hand as she wiped it on it.
"It's summers' blood. Just like mine, " she said to him, tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked toward the ocean. "She's more than a sister, she's......a part of me. The one I can't-" she broke off suddenly, her head turning to face him.
"Ask her, Angel, please. I told her what to do. If death is my gift, life is yours to give."
"Buffy, wait-" he began as she started running away from him.

He awoke with a jerk, realizing that Giles was shaking him lightly. He opened his eyes, sitting all the way up and getting out of the car. He recognized where they had stopped.
The Summers' home.
he slowly walked to the door, remembering all the times he had climber up to her window, sneaking in as she slept to watch over her. Protecting her. Not once had he been there without her.
His hand grasped the cool metal of the doorknob,twisting it slowly. It turned easily as he pushed the door open. Giles was behind him, a hand resting on his shoulder.
"Dawn told us..... she mentioned something to tell you before-Dawn wouldn't rest until you got here. I thought it best.." the man began, moving his head to indicate the living room. Angel walked painstakingly into the room. Dawn sat curled up in a blanket on the couch, her eyes staring forward. A girl Angel recognized as Willow's girlfriend Tara sat beside her, holding Dawn's hand.
"Dawnie-" he began, before she interrupted him.
"She said that she left a video in her trunk. I checked, and there was nothing. but I trust her," Dawn said, not looking at him, her voice choked with tears. Angel nodded and started toward the stairs.
As he entered Buffy's room, a new wave of tears came over him. The bed was perfectly made, her stuffed pig Mr. Gordo sat in the middle, a red bow tied to it's neck. Angel collapsed onto the bed, his hands reaching out to hold the stuffed creature. He held it as he went to her trunk, knowing that it had a false bottom. Opening it, his fingers felt along the edge of the inside, looking for the latch. Finding it, he pulled the false bottom out, revealing what use to hold a stash of wooden stakes, brass knuckles, and holy water. Now it was empty, an unlabeled video the only the flaw on the bare wooden planks. He picked it up, rising and putting it in the VCR and turned it on.

The black screen lit up, as a blurred Buffy sat down in her bed, adjusting the camera so she became in focus.
"Angel, " she began, her voice old, tired, and determined. He sank to the floor at he image of her. To him, Buffy had aged in years, her tone of voice saying that she knew she was about to die." I know if you are watching, I'm gone. " She took a deep breath, calming herself.
"I've known for a long time that my gift to this world was my death. Another slayer dies, the next is called, right?" A ghost of a smile flashed across her lips, fading quickly. "Right now I'm getting ready to fight Glory. Spike is downstairs with weapons. He promised me that he would watch after Dawn, and I believe him. That free's you up to save me.
" Giles doesn't know of what I am about to tell you. I'm not sure anyone does. But it's true. Every word."
Angel rested his hands on his knees, leaning forward to the screen, tears rolling down his cheeks unknown. He was captivated by her words, not knowing what to think, not wanting to allow himself to hope that his only love could not be lost to him.
"Go to the oracles, with Willow and Tara. They'll open it. There's this hallway, and you need to go down it. That's all I know Angel, and I hope you are able to make sense of it," Buffy continued, sighing as she rose ."I love you Angel. Remember that." She smiled to the camera, a real smile, before the screen turned to the black and white static.
Angel leaned back, his mind already decided, knowing he didn't have to think. He'd go to the Oracles, and he'd save Buffy.
Simple as that.