Author: Jadelyn Ja Lee
Story: A Friend for Angel
Chapter: Valentines Day
Pairings: Kim/Angel/Jason friendship
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel; he is the property of Joss Whedon and the WB not to mention the hottie who plays him, David Boreanez. I similarly do not own Kimberly Hart, Jason Scott, or Billy Cranston. They are owned by Disney and Saban Entertainment.
Author Notes: This is a crossover one-shot between Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Power Rangers. I know that technically Angel spent most of his time in New York after he was cursed but for the sake of this fic, let's pretend that he stayed in Angel Grove for a year before moving on again.
Additionally, I'm aware that Valentines Day isn't for a while but I just had to get this out.
February 14, 1986
Angel Grove, California
"I don't think this is such a good idea, guys. We're gonna get in so much trouble if we're caught." Billy Cranston told the two seven-year olds with him. Kimberly Hart looked at him, determination shining in her doe-brown eyes.
"Everyone deserves a valentine, Billy. My mommy told me that." She informed the fidgeting boy. Their other companion, Jason Scott, just shrugged when Billy looked at him. Billy sighed.
The three children slowly walked up the drive way to the run-down house. Some of the neighborhood kids said the house was haunted but Kim didn't believe in ghosts. Her mommy had promised that they didn't really exist. Jason agreed with her. Billy, on the other hand, knew that scientifically ghosts couldn't exist. But his mommy hadn't said a word when he'd asked her about it the night before.
The sun was just setting as they reached the door. Billy moved slightly closer to Jason and Kimberly, glancing over his shoulder. He jumped back when Jason pressed the doorbell. A few minutes passed but except for a small thud, nothing moved inside. Billy sighed in relief.
"Okay, Kimberly, obviously nobody is home. We can go now." He told her in a small voice. Kimberly shook her head and motioned for Jason to ring the doorbell again. He did so reluctantly. He was beginning to agree with Billy that this was a bad idea. A minute later, the door opened. The three kids froze.
The man in the doorway looked to be about twenty five. He had stringy, long brown hair that was matted to his head. His skin was dark from grime. Kim wrinkled her nose slightly. He smelled. He looked at the three kids through haunted eyes.
"What do you want?" he asked in a hoarse voice. Behind Jason, Billy was shaking. Jason swallowed a few times but kept a protective stance in front of his friend. He and Kim had talked him into this; he really hadn't wanted to come with but they had insisted. In front of him, Kimberly seemed to screw up her courage and threw her hand out, the white card seemingly glowing in the dark. He blinked in surprise and gently took it, eyeing the three warily.
"Happy Valentines Day, mister." She smiled at him. She then grabbed Jason and Billy's hands and ran down the driveway and across the street to her house.
The vampire known as Angel slowly closed the door, the small object held preciously in his hand. He stumbled to the living room, kicking away empty blood bags and beer cans. He turned on a small lamp and sat down on the worn couch. He studied the gift.
It was made of white construction paper cut into the shape of a heart. The cover had a smaller red heart glued to it with a blue heart on top. A pink bow sat in the center. A small thin line of glue covered in glitter line the edge. He opened it.
"Happy Valentines Day!" in proclaimed in crayon. It was slightly uneven and each word had to have been written in a different hand. The "Happy" was written in big, bold, red letters; the "Valentines" in small, wobbly, pink ones; and finally the "Day!" was written in neat, precise, blue crayon. On the bottom were three hearts cut out and pasted to the card. Each held a name. The red said Jason, the pink Kimberly, and the blue Billy. Angel stared at those tiny signatures with amazement. He'd never gotten a Valentines Day gift before. At least, not one that came straight from the heart.
All night, Angel sat on the couch and stared at the treasured token. A few hours after sunrise, he went upstairs and to bed, taking the card with him. He was passing his bedroom window when he heard children outside. Cautiously, he opened the heavy black curtain and looked. The three kids from last night were playing tag across the street with a bunch of others.
Kimberly had stopped to breathe when she felt someone watching her. Looking around, she finally saw the guy from last night watching them from an upstairs window. In the light of day, she had the courage to give him a little wave. So she did.
Angel swallowed hard as the little girl waved at him with a smile. She stared at him for a few seconds before brightening and turning back to her friends. A beat later, Angel realized he was doing something he hadn't done since the night he was cursed.
He was smiling.