Not Gone
DisguiedDiva
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, but you already knew that
Distribution: E-mail me
Rating: nothing above PG13
Authors Notes/Spoilers: Buffy's back, but Angel's gonna not find out the same way, kay? I wrote this before I saw the Angel episode. Some angst, and then fluff.
Summary: Basically I just blew it. Angel finds out Buffy's not dead.
Story:
Angel lay on his bed, not sleeping, but still dreaming. Dreaming of Buffy, his Buffy. He was stupid enough to leave when she needed him most.
He'd always thought he'd make it up to her someday, get her back. He'd always yearned to hold her again. He hadn't even been invited to her funeral. It was during the day.
But for Buffy, he would have gone. he would have exploded into dust particles to watch her be buried. To say goobye again. To tell her one final time he loved her. He needed her.
He was dreaming of a time when he could have held her, kissed her, told her he would never let her go. He saw every moment of their only night she had remembered, and the day he'd never forget.
His Buffy. She could see anyone else, but she would always be his.
His door burst open suddenly. "Angel, it's Willow! Buffy's alive!" Cordelia cried. "She's alive!"
"She's not gone?" he asked weakly. Cordelia shook her head.
He didn't need anything else. He jumped out of the room and ran to his car. He passed Wesley, and Gunn, who stared at him. "Where are you going?" Wesley called. "Angel?"
Cordelia shouted happily "Buffy's back!" behind him. He didn't know how, or why, but he was going to find out. He drove the two hours to Sunnydale in a rush, it was raining, and he was too exited to truly be safe on the road, but he went too fast anyway. He pulled onto Rovello Drive and hurried up to her room. Before she could protest he pulled her into his arms and kissed her intensely. She whimpered a little in his arms and smiled at him.
"Hi Angel," she whispered. He laughed and kissed her again.
"I thought I'd never see you again," he said into her hair, as he held her close to him. When she looked up at him, he saw that she wasn't quite so happy she was alive. "What's wrong?" he whispered.
"I... I was in Heaven," she said sadly, "and they pulled me out."
His selfish joy disappeared when he saw her tears, and he held her against him. "Poor baby," he whispered. She giggled.
"You never called me that before," Buffy whispered. "I like it."
"Get used to it," he said, smiling down at her. "I'm not letting you go again."
"Good," she let her hand drift through his hair. "But I wasn't going to let you."
END
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, but you already knew that
Distribution: E-mail me
Rating: nothing above PG13
Authors Notes/Spoilers: Buffy's back, but Angel's gonna not find out the same way, kay? I wrote this before I saw the Angel episode. Some angst, and then fluff.
Summary: Basically I just blew it. Angel finds out Buffy's not dead.
Story:
Angel lay on his bed, not sleeping, but still dreaming. Dreaming of Buffy, his Buffy. He was stupid enough to leave when she needed him most.
He'd always thought he'd make it up to her someday, get her back. He'd always yearned to hold her again. He hadn't even been invited to her funeral. It was during the day.
But for Buffy, he would have gone. he would have exploded into dust particles to watch her be buried. To say goobye again. To tell her one final time he loved her. He needed her.
He was dreaming of a time when he could have held her, kissed her, told her he would never let her go. He saw every moment of their only night she had remembered, and the day he'd never forget.
His Buffy. She could see anyone else, but she would always be his.
His door burst open suddenly. "Angel, it's Willow! Buffy's alive!" Cordelia cried. "She's alive!"
"She's not gone?" he asked weakly. Cordelia shook her head.
He didn't need anything else. He jumped out of the room and ran to his car. He passed Wesley, and Gunn, who stared at him. "Where are you going?" Wesley called. "Angel?"
Cordelia shouted happily "Buffy's back!" behind him. He didn't know how, or why, but he was going to find out. He drove the two hours to Sunnydale in a rush, it was raining, and he was too exited to truly be safe on the road, but he went too fast anyway. He pulled onto Rovello Drive and hurried up to her room. Before she could protest he pulled her into his arms and kissed her intensely. She whimpered a little in his arms and smiled at him.
"Hi Angel," she whispered. He laughed and kissed her again.
"I thought I'd never see you again," he said into her hair, as he held her close to him. When she looked up at him, he saw that she wasn't quite so happy she was alive. "What's wrong?" he whispered.
"I... I was in Heaven," she said sadly, "and they pulled me out."
His selfish joy disappeared when he saw her tears, and he held her against him. "Poor baby," he whispered. She giggled.
"You never called me that before," Buffy whispered. "I like it."
"Get used to it," he said, smiling down at her. "I'm not letting you go again."
"Good," she let her hand drift through his hair. "But I wasn't going to let you."
END
