TITLE: Sweet Slumber
AUTHOR: Vicky
E-MAIL: Stargoddess109@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: OK. yeah. I DON'T own the following people in this fic- Angel,
Buffy, Willow, Giles, Xander, or the greek gods Morpheus, Somnus, Mnemosyne,
or Himerus.
TIMELINE: After The Gift and There's No Place Like Plrtz Glrb
SPOILERS: Anything in 5th season for both shows
SYNOPSIS: Angel's dreaming has been causing some uprising unmungst the gods
DISTRIBUTION: Take it anywhere... as always the lovely list mommies are free
to put it on their site, but anyone must ask first. They're special and don't
need to. ::sticks tounge out::
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I really like greek mythology and actually did a little
research for this fic. suprising, eh?
FEEDBACK: Don't make me hold my breath. ::gasps in really big breath of air::
RATING: PG-13 - R
DEDICATION: I dedicate this to Kelsey... she got me to want to write B/A
stuff again.
Sweet Slumber
Willow stood up slowly, her deep brown eyes full of sorrow and grief. Angel
knew right then something was wrong. And he knew exactly who with too. True,
this wasn't the first time that someone from Sunnydale had journeyed here to
talk, but the way she held herself, her shoulders bent. Something was wrong.
With Buffy. With his Buffy.
"What happened?" He asked, walking down the 3 marble steps it took to get to
the floor on which she stood. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. He
looked down, not wanting to believe it. She was stronger than anyone, even
he. There was no way she was dead. But when Willow walked over and wrapped
her arms around him, he knew the truth. She was dead. His Buffy was dead.
His knees gave out, and both him and Willow collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
On the foyer Cordelia brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob. Wesley
walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her head
to his chest. Cordelia cried openly on it. Gunn, not knowing what was going
on exactly, stood back, taking it all in. The slayer, which Angel was in love
with, was dead. There was nothing he could say.
On the floor Angel wept tears of red. Blood cascaded down his cheeks and onto
Willow's green shirt. They all grieved, for what was happening and to what
they were going to have to except. Buffy, their friend who had always been
there when they needed her, the slayer that had lived longer than any other
slayer, was dead.
***
After Willow had left to get back to Sunnydale, everything in Angel's life
stopped. The business which had once again just started to get in order was
put on hold. Everyone knew there was no way he was going to be able to fight
so soon. He had retired to his room and slept all day and long into the
night. Cordelia got worried because he wouldn't even eat. Not that she was
eating much either. It was hard to eat anymore.
When Angel slept it was never dreamless. he was always dreaming, imagining
how it had felt. If she had been crying. What her last thought was of. He
imagined her on that mountain of metal, talking to Dawn, telling her to tell
all her friends that she loved them. Then saw her diving into a ball of
light, her face contracting into a visage of pain. with tears streaming down
her cheeks.
He always woke up with blood staining his pillows.
***
"But he's so pitiful, father" Morpheus, the god of dreams said, sitting on a
throne of amber. "All he ever dreams of is how she died. He never dreams of
when they were together, or when they were happy. Only the pain."
"Sounds more like a case to talk to about with Himerus." Somnus, the god of
sleep, said to his son.
"This has nothing to do with sexual desire, and you very well know it. This
has to do with love." Morpheus had always been fascinated with the very
emotion of love. The way it could be the most blissful and the most
devastating thing in exsistance showed so much power over humans. It was an
equalizer. Everyone had felt it in some form, and yet some shyed from it,
finding it a weakness. If only they knew.
"Well I'm tired of all of the bad memories coming to play. I'm thinking I
might ask Mnemosyne to lend me some of his happier memories and give the boy
some release." Morpheus said, standing.
"You know never to dabble in the lives of mortals." Somnus said, looking at
his son.
"You forget old man, he is not mortal." With that, Morpheus exited.
End Part One
So what does everyone think?
AUTHOR: Vicky
E-MAIL: Stargoddess109@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: OK. yeah. I DON'T own the following people in this fic- Angel,
Buffy, Willow, Giles, Xander, or the greek gods Morpheus, Somnus, Mnemosyne,
or Himerus.
TIMELINE: After The Gift and There's No Place Like Plrtz Glrb
SPOILERS: Anything in 5th season for both shows
SYNOPSIS: Angel's dreaming has been causing some uprising unmungst the gods
DISTRIBUTION: Take it anywhere... as always the lovely list mommies are free
to put it on their site, but anyone must ask first. They're special and don't
need to. ::sticks tounge out::
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I really like greek mythology and actually did a little
research for this fic. suprising, eh?
FEEDBACK: Don't make me hold my breath. ::gasps in really big breath of air::
RATING: PG-13 - R
DEDICATION: I dedicate this to Kelsey... she got me to want to write B/A
stuff again.
Sweet Slumber
Willow stood up slowly, her deep brown eyes full of sorrow and grief. Angel
knew right then something was wrong. And he knew exactly who with too. True,
this wasn't the first time that someone from Sunnydale had journeyed here to
talk, but the way she held herself, her shoulders bent. Something was wrong.
With Buffy. With his Buffy.
"What happened?" He asked, walking down the 3 marble steps it took to get to
the floor on which she stood. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. He
looked down, not wanting to believe it. She was stronger than anyone, even
he. There was no way she was dead. But when Willow walked over and wrapped
her arms around him, he knew the truth. She was dead. His Buffy was dead.
His knees gave out, and both him and Willow collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
On the foyer Cordelia brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob. Wesley
walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her head
to his chest. Cordelia cried openly on it. Gunn, not knowing what was going
on exactly, stood back, taking it all in. The slayer, which Angel was in love
with, was dead. There was nothing he could say.
On the floor Angel wept tears of red. Blood cascaded down his cheeks and onto
Willow's green shirt. They all grieved, for what was happening and to what
they were going to have to except. Buffy, their friend who had always been
there when they needed her, the slayer that had lived longer than any other
slayer, was dead.
***
After Willow had left to get back to Sunnydale, everything in Angel's life
stopped. The business which had once again just started to get in order was
put on hold. Everyone knew there was no way he was going to be able to fight
so soon. He had retired to his room and slept all day and long into the
night. Cordelia got worried because he wouldn't even eat. Not that she was
eating much either. It was hard to eat anymore.
When Angel slept it was never dreamless. he was always dreaming, imagining
how it had felt. If she had been crying. What her last thought was of. He
imagined her on that mountain of metal, talking to Dawn, telling her to tell
all her friends that she loved them. Then saw her diving into a ball of
light, her face contracting into a visage of pain. with tears streaming down
her cheeks.
He always woke up with blood staining his pillows.
***
"But he's so pitiful, father" Morpheus, the god of dreams said, sitting on a
throne of amber. "All he ever dreams of is how she died. He never dreams of
when they were together, or when they were happy. Only the pain."
"Sounds more like a case to talk to about with Himerus." Somnus, the god of
sleep, said to his son.
"This has nothing to do with sexual desire, and you very well know it. This
has to do with love." Morpheus had always been fascinated with the very
emotion of love. The way it could be the most blissful and the most
devastating thing in exsistance showed so much power over humans. It was an
equalizer. Everyone had felt it in some form, and yet some shyed from it,
finding it a weakness. If only they knew.
"Well I'm tired of all of the bad memories coming to play. I'm thinking I
might ask Mnemosyne to lend me some of his happier memories and give the boy
some release." Morpheus said, standing.
"You know never to dabble in the lives of mortals." Somnus said, looking at
his son.
"You forget old man, he is not mortal." With that, Morpheus exited.
End Part One
So what does everyone think?