Title: Related
Disclaimers: thank you so much Joss Whedon for these wonderful and exciting characters!
Genre: utopia/fairytale/snippet/missing scene. It's meant to be an epilogue to the whole verse, a farewell from me.
Rating: nothing you should hide behind your palms for.
Summary: I just thought, after the Angel finale there's gotta be a quick and happy ending! And if we leave them happy it's all finished and been dealt with...I needed this closure.
Set: right where we were left.
Pairing: my usual Angel/Cordy, Spike/Buffy, Wes/Fred.
Notes: I don't ask for betas, I'm too impatient to wait for them correcting my "work"...but if you offer I won't say no.
As the shadows of demons danced closer to them on and above the narrow street everybody from Angel's little group was standing with their weapons ready for battle, whatever might await them.
Suddenly, Wesley frowned and lowered his sword a tad bit, "where did they all disappear to?" He looked around warily.
"We sent them to a different dimension," Connor supplied from behind. "No, not that one," he came up next to Angel to explain, "but by the time they even realize they're there, time would've past that much in this dimension all of us would be dead. Yes, all of us, maybe even Illyria."
"We sent them? Who's that you in plural?" Wesley, the always analyst asked.
"Well, us," Buffy also stepped out from the shadows from next to Connor, followed by a very peculiar gathering, Willow and Xander, surrounding Dru with stakes. "We needed a good witch and an evil witch to perform a ritual and recite a spell together and Xander here has managed to convince Dru to do her part so..."
"Huh? Xander did what?" Spike tilted his head and shuffled with his feet indecisively. He didn't know how to go up to Buffy and touch her cheek in certain intimate ways he wanted to, out of joy for seeing each other again. He would've never given one thought to minding Angel's feelings, but Dru? He would have to calm her down afterwards and that could be hard work. But he didn't have to ponder about it anymore because he suddenly started to feel funny and tired out. Next thing he knew he was lying on the ground, with Wesley and Buffy (!!) leaning over him.
"You okay?" Buffy held his hand, just like the last time they met. Although he was feeling a lot better than then, despite the circumstances. Strangely though, Wesley was holding his other hand, his wrist to be exact, but he was too confused to care.
"What happened?" He held his head and sat up. The whole headache was so Firstlike, but it could have not been.
"That's certainly a heartbeat," Wesley announced, letting go of Spike's hand, "I'm sorry Angel, the Shanshu was indeed about Spike...it makes sense."
"Mmm...Angel...Angel...Angel..." Three floating furies came down from above, echoing each other, "your reward is different. The Powers That Be would give you anything, name it!"
Angel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Cordy..." Then looked to Illyria and bit his lip.
"You! Flying sprites!" Illyria cocked her head at them, "you can multiply bodies without losing your essence! You're desirable for my existence!"
"Switch bodies? You wanna switch bodies? You can? Fred would be back?" Wesley perked up.
"With these beings," she stated. "They are actually one. They can reproduce without losing any piece of themselves."
"Powers That Be say that's desirable so," the furies indicated, becoming blurry and producing another one of themselves, one that floated towards Illyria. She got hold of it, "Wesley, follow me."
Angel didn't notice. He was too busy being lost in Cordelia's arms.
The Very End (for me).