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A/N: Set in Buffy Season 6, Angel Season 3. Willow and Tara are not together anymore, Willow is not using magic anymore because she's addicted to it, Buffy's with Spike, and for the sake of my fic everyone knows about Buffy and Spike. I don't know much about Angel, I've only seen a few episodes. It's the same time period as Buffy though. But I will note that Angel has a son, Connor. The mother is Darla, in case you didn't know any of this.
On to da fic:
Angel sighed. There had been few cases recently and he had nothing to do but watch little Connor sleep. The phone rang and Cordelia picked it up. Finally, Angel thought. Someone to help, something to do. Take his mind off that face that was haunting his dreams so recently. That blond girl, that strong, courageous, beautiful woman.
"It's Buffy," Cordelia said, shaken. Speak of the devil, Angel thought.
"Well it's not her," Cordelia corrected. "It's Giles. Buffy is hurt. She-she's in a coma. A vamp bit her and drained her of most of her blood. Not enough to kill her, because Tara and Willow got there in time. But... they're not sure if she'll make it." Angel stood, stricken. He had seen this scene, so many times before in those dreams. Buffy hurt, Angel saving her, them living happily forever. He tried to forget them and didn't think twice about them. But now that it was a reality... It was just too real for his taste.
Angel stood up, having reached a decision.
"Where are you going?" Cordelia asked.
"Where else? Sunnydale."
"How is she?" Dawn asked tentively. Willow stood next to Buffy, so pale and stricken, stroking her hair.
"The same," Willow said. "No better, no worse." Willow had been watching over Buffy night and day since she had gotten hurt. The other scoobies came everyday to see how she was. Dawn was there most of the time, except when she had school and had to sleep.
Dawn kissed Buffy on the head.
"Please be ok," Dawn whispered. Willow quietly left the room so Dawn could have a moment alone with Buffy.
"I need you," she continued. "We all do. We're lost without you. Willow's all fragile and freaking out that she can't do anything, Tara isn't sure how to react and has been disappearing, Xander's trying to ignore it and forget about it because he's scared, Anya's doing her best to keep a level-head, but even she's falling apart. And Giles, well..." Dawn sighed. "You're like a daughter to him. His slayer. He's devastated and is rushing through all these books to find a cure. I've never seen him like this. I'm scared Buffy. I can't live without you." Dawn began to cry. No response was given as the beeping of the heart moniter seemed to engulf Dawn. Willow entered the room again and wrapped Dawn up again as tears poured from their eyes.
"You can't just go to Sunnydale!" Wesley exclaimed. Angel had done his best to leave but Cordelia stopped him. Didn't they understand what Buffy meant to him?
"Why not?" Angel said. "Buffy's hurt and could die. I can't just sit around like this waiting to see if it happens or not."
"She died before and you didn't go over there," Cordelia `helpfully' added.
"I didn't know about it then, only until after she was resurrected. And I DID see her after that." Wesley and Cordelia still seemed doubtful.
"Look, Buffy means the world and more to me. She's the reason I don't walk into the sunlight. She's the reason I am still here, and doing what I do. If she's gone, than I cease to exist. Even if I'm not her boyfriend, that doesn't mean I can't be her friend. I need to be there if--" Angel winced. No if. She WOULD wake up. She had to. "WHEN she wakes up. Whether you like it or not I'm going."
"I'm going too." Wesley and Angel looked at Cordelia in shock.
"What? She's my friend too. Besides, it'll be nice to see the ol' Sunnydale gang again. And maybe I'll have a visoin that helps or something." It did make sense to Angel and Wesley.
"All right then. Wesley, you take care of Connor. You and Gunn and Fred can handle the work. We'll be back when we can."
"Giles." Willow entered the Magic Box. It looked as if he had passed out, but no, he was reading.
"Willow." In alarm he sat up. "Was there any change? Is she--" Giles gulped. Dead was what was about to come out, but it was just too morbid. She wouldn't die, she couldn't.
"No," Willow reassured him. "Xander forced me to leave. I've been there all week. Find anything?"
"A few spells that would help heal her, but nothing that will awaken her."
"Ok. I'll help you lo..." Willow's body collapsed into a chair.
"Willow, Willow!" Giles shouted, shaking her.
"Good old Sunnydale." They had arrived, finally. Every second had seemed like an eternity, something Angel would know about.
"Oh can we go to the Bronze?" Cordelia asked anxiously. "I haven't seen that place in ages!" Seeing the look on Angel's face she said "All right, fine. But when Buffy wakes up we are going. You won't be able to stop me." Angel chuckled.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"How is she?" Xander asked.
"She's fine. They said it was a lack of food, water, sleep, etc. She really does need some rest," Giles said, pulling the hair back from Willow's face. "She'll be fine, just needs her sleep. She'll be up and about, ready to awaken Buffy in no time. Speaking of..." Giles cleared his throat. "Any change at all?"
"No. She looks so peaceful, resting there. God I hope she wakes up soon."
"As do I," Giles said. "As does everyone."
"So where to?" Cordelia asked.
"Sunnydale General. Buffy." Into the night they drove, past the shadowy figures and lonesome shapes. Angel ignored everyone outside of him. All that mattered was Buffy. All that ever mattered was her. She had to be ok. He had to know that she'd always be there for him, as would he always be there for her.
"You still love her." A small accusation, yet for some reason it lit a fire under Angel.
"I'll always love her! She's my only love. But I'm not in love with her. Just because I dream of her doesn't make me IN love with her! What do you know?" Cordelia was surprised at Angel's outburst.
"I know... that's what I meant," Cordelia said, worried about Angel. "Is everything ok?"
"Buffy, the best thing that ever happened to me, is in a coma and might never wake up. I'm a vampire with a soul, and... oh yeah. I have no reflection, which really makes it hard to shave. I'm just peachy." Angel continued to drive on with Cordelia in silence.
"She'll be ok, you know. Buffy's a fighter. She wouldn't leave you or Sunnydale. She'll make it."
"She better," Angel whispered.
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A/N: Set in Buffy Season 6, Angel Season 3. Willow and Tara are not together anymore, Willow is not using magic anymore because she's addicted to it, Buffy's with Spike, and for the sake of my fic everyone knows about Buffy and Spike. I don't know much about Angel, I've only seen a few episodes. It's the same time period as Buffy though. But I will note that Angel has a son, Connor. The mother is Darla, in case you didn't know any of this.
On to da fic:
Angel sighed. There had been few cases recently and he had nothing to do but watch little Connor sleep. The phone rang and Cordelia picked it up. Finally, Angel thought. Someone to help, something to do. Take his mind off that face that was haunting his dreams so recently. That blond girl, that strong, courageous, beautiful woman.
"It's Buffy," Cordelia said, shaken. Speak of the devil, Angel thought.
"Well it's not her," Cordelia corrected. "It's Giles. Buffy is hurt. She-she's in a coma. A vamp bit her and drained her of most of her blood. Not enough to kill her, because Tara and Willow got there in time. But... they're not sure if she'll make it." Angel stood, stricken. He had seen this scene, so many times before in those dreams. Buffy hurt, Angel saving her, them living happily forever. He tried to forget them and didn't think twice about them. But now that it was a reality... It was just too real for his taste.
Angel stood up, having reached a decision.
"Where are you going?" Cordelia asked.
"Where else? Sunnydale."
"How is she?" Dawn asked tentively. Willow stood next to Buffy, so pale and stricken, stroking her hair.
"The same," Willow said. "No better, no worse." Willow had been watching over Buffy night and day since she had gotten hurt. The other scoobies came everyday to see how she was. Dawn was there most of the time, except when she had school and had to sleep.
Dawn kissed Buffy on the head.
"Please be ok," Dawn whispered. Willow quietly left the room so Dawn could have a moment alone with Buffy.
"I need you," she continued. "We all do. We're lost without you. Willow's all fragile and freaking out that she can't do anything, Tara isn't sure how to react and has been disappearing, Xander's trying to ignore it and forget about it because he's scared, Anya's doing her best to keep a level-head, but even she's falling apart. And Giles, well..." Dawn sighed. "You're like a daughter to him. His slayer. He's devastated and is rushing through all these books to find a cure. I've never seen him like this. I'm scared Buffy. I can't live without you." Dawn began to cry. No response was given as the beeping of the heart moniter seemed to engulf Dawn. Willow entered the room again and wrapped Dawn up again as tears poured from their eyes.
"You can't just go to Sunnydale!" Wesley exclaimed. Angel had done his best to leave but Cordelia stopped him. Didn't they understand what Buffy meant to him?
"Why not?" Angel said. "Buffy's hurt and could die. I can't just sit around like this waiting to see if it happens or not."
"She died before and you didn't go over there," Cordelia `helpfully' added.
"I didn't know about it then, only until after she was resurrected. And I DID see her after that." Wesley and Cordelia still seemed doubtful.
"Look, Buffy means the world and more to me. She's the reason I don't walk into the sunlight. She's the reason I am still here, and doing what I do. If she's gone, than I cease to exist. Even if I'm not her boyfriend, that doesn't mean I can't be her friend. I need to be there if--" Angel winced. No if. She WOULD wake up. She had to. "WHEN she wakes up. Whether you like it or not I'm going."
"I'm going too." Wesley and Angel looked at Cordelia in shock.
"What? She's my friend too. Besides, it'll be nice to see the ol' Sunnydale gang again. And maybe I'll have a visoin that helps or something." It did make sense to Angel and Wesley.
"All right then. Wesley, you take care of Connor. You and Gunn and Fred can handle the work. We'll be back when we can."
"Giles." Willow entered the Magic Box. It looked as if he had passed out, but no, he was reading.
"Willow." In alarm he sat up. "Was there any change? Is she--" Giles gulped. Dead was what was about to come out, but it was just too morbid. She wouldn't die, she couldn't.
"No," Willow reassured him. "Xander forced me to leave. I've been there all week. Find anything?"
"A few spells that would help heal her, but nothing that will awaken her."
"Ok. I'll help you lo..." Willow's body collapsed into a chair.
"Willow, Willow!" Giles shouted, shaking her.
"Good old Sunnydale." They had arrived, finally. Every second had seemed like an eternity, something Angel would know about.
"Oh can we go to the Bronze?" Cordelia asked anxiously. "I haven't seen that place in ages!" Seeing the look on Angel's face she said "All right, fine. But when Buffy wakes up we are going. You won't be able to stop me." Angel chuckled.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"How is she?" Xander asked.
"She's fine. They said it was a lack of food, water, sleep, etc. She really does need some rest," Giles said, pulling the hair back from Willow's face. "She'll be fine, just needs her sleep. She'll be up and about, ready to awaken Buffy in no time. Speaking of..." Giles cleared his throat. "Any change at all?"
"No. She looks so peaceful, resting there. God I hope she wakes up soon."
"As do I," Giles said. "As does everyone."
"So where to?" Cordelia asked.
"Sunnydale General. Buffy." Into the night they drove, past the shadowy figures and lonesome shapes. Angel ignored everyone outside of him. All that mattered was Buffy. All that ever mattered was her. She had to be ok. He had to know that she'd always be there for him, as would he always be there for her.
"You still love her." A small accusation, yet for some reason it lit a fire under Angel.
"I'll always love her! She's my only love. But I'm not in love with her. Just because I dream of her doesn't make me IN love with her! What do you know?" Cordelia was surprised at Angel's outburst.
"I know... that's what I meant," Cordelia said, worried about Angel. "Is everything ok?"
"Buffy, the best thing that ever happened to me, is in a coma and might never wake up. I'm a vampire with a soul, and... oh yeah. I have no reflection, which really makes it hard to shave. I'm just peachy." Angel continued to drive on with Cordelia in silence.
"She'll be ok, you know. Buffy's a fighter. She wouldn't leave you or Sunnydale. She'll make it."
"She better," Angel whispered.
HA CLIFFHANGER!!! I love leaving these. Please give feedback! If you don't give feedback I won't write another chapter! Who am I kidding, of course I will. But please review!!!