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Stuck in the Past: Husband?
2002
Cordelia frowned at Wesley. "What's up with Angel?" She asked, staring at where he had been standing moments before.
"I'm not sure. Something must be wrong with the hotel. Maybe it has a demon in it..." Wesley trailed off thoughtfully. "I've never seen Angel so certain about a place though."
"Great. And I thought we could have a break." Cordelia sighed and began typing on her laptop, drawing up information on the Hotel almost immediately. "It's a nice place though." She smiled at what it used to be.
Wesley sighed. "Yeah. Well time to hit the books." Wesley chuckled. "How many times have I heard and said that?"
Cordelia grinned. "I don't think I'll ever tire of hearing it!"
Sunnydale
"GILES!" Willow burst into Giles's apartment.
"Willow. For heavens sake, what is wrong?" Giles hurried in from the kitchen, furiously wiping his glasses on his jacket.
"It's. Buffy. She's. Gone." Willow panted.
"What?" Giles sat down.
"One second we were walking, the next she was gone. She said she had this tingly feeling all day. Like when Angel was around." Willow looked fearfully up at Giles. "I'm worried."
"I'm sure she is ok. I'll just call Angel and see if he knows anything." Giles moved to the phone, and dialed LA. "Yes Cordelia. Have you seen Angel?"
Yeah, he left here half an hour ago. Why?
"Oh, I was just wondering. Buffy has disappeared, and she said something about Angel..."
Oh. OH Cordelia screamed, dropping the phone.
Sorry Mr Giles. Cordelia is having another vision.
"Vision?" Giles frowned at Willow.
Yes, she gets them from the PTB. Hang on, I'll just find out what it is.
Cordelia took the phone from Wesley, her hand pressed to her forehead. Buffy and Angel are in Angel's past. It seems in order for them to get back, Angel has to vanquish the demon in the Hotel. But to do that he must live everything as it happened. They will not age while they are away Cordelia handed the phone back to Wesley.
"Oh dear." Giles sighed. "We do have a problem."
Will you be ok there without a slayer?
"We'll survive. I'll stay in touch." Giles bid goodbye and hung the phone up. "Buffy and Angel are stuck in Angel's past. How long they are there, depends on how quickly they relive his past."
"Oh." Willow nodded, smiling grimly. "Let's hope they know that."1952
"How did we get here?" Buffy asked, slowly moving to Angel's side, liking the way his shirt was undone, exposing the white wife beater underneath.
"I have no idea." Angel replied, chuckling at the clothing Buffy was now dressed in. It was a simple dress really. Clean and puffy on the bottom, with a cute cardigan over the top. "I think I know." Angel added, drawing a connection between the clothing and where he was.
"Oh and where is that?" Buffy asked, slowly moving around the apartment, smiling. Everything here was so Angel. Well apart from the tacky wallpaper. That would so have to go.
"1952." Angel fell heavily into a chair.
Buffy spun around. "WHAT?" Buffy clutched a hand to her chest. "You are kidding right?" Buffy looked down at the dress she was wearing. "You're not kidding." She whispered.
"And now I have no way of finding out," hearing a light tapping on the door, Angel slowly moved towards it. "If I remember correctly, that should be the bellhop." Slowly opening the door, sure enough it had been. Looking down at the bill, Angel turned his head, and met the gaze of a young man. Retreating back into the room, he faced Buffy. "It's my past."
"You're past." Buffy repeated, staring thoughtfully at Angel. "Did you live here in the 50s?"
"I did. And something happened here. I was accused of a murder I didn't commit, and let helpless people be killed. I think maybe I have to change that. Work harder to right what I did wrong." Angel smiled grimly. "As to why you are here too, I have no idea."
"Well then, if we have to change it, shall we begin?" Buffy smiled brightly.
"No. We have to let everything take its course. However, instead of letting the demon take those people, I will kill it. Although I will need your help." Angel smiled slightly, and then frowned at the laugh Buffy was trying to hide. "What?"
"Your hair!" Buffy giggled. "It's so 50s."
"Have you looked in the mirror?" Angel teased. There actually was nothing wrong with Buffy's hair. It was still the same golden blonde, and was curly now, the curls framing her face.
Buffy spun around and hurried into the bathroom. "Hey I don't look that bad." She called back, emerging moments later. "I look pretty good. And I must say in that shirt you do too!"
Angel grinned. "I've always had good fashion!"
Buffy grinned back. "So what now?"
"Well if I remember correctly, I went out to get some blood. I guess if you are here, than history must have been slightly rewritten. Let's go out and see." Leading the way he, smiled when Buffy took his arm. Walking slowly to the elevator, he noticed how different they looked. Here, Buffy was bright and happy, wearing happy colours. But then he was wearing dark colours, and a dark expression. Smirking he wondered what the staff thought.
Returning half an hour later, Angel led Buffy in from the basement. Walking into the main hall, he thought back to what he had done when he had been here before. Spying a news paper on the table he nodded and slowly picked it up, ignoring what was happening on the TV. Pausing as Buffy stopped; he followed her gaze and watched as the manager refused a black family a room.
"People were so rude." Buffy whispered, watching the family, a sad expression covering her face.
"I know. I wish there was something I could do." Angel sighed and squeezed her hand. "Come on, we had better get upstairs." Clutching the brown paper bag, he grasped tightly to Buffy's hand and led her to the elevator. Watching the family as it closed, he felt pity. How could people be so prejudiced against people who were different? Sighing he knew the reason. He had not lived for 250 years to not understand. Shaking his head, he turned his attention to Buffy.
As the elevator stopped, he grinned and walked out. Smiling as Buffy moved to walk slightly ahead of him, he paused when he noticed two men walk out of a room – one dressed the other wearing a house coat. Catching their attention, he grinned as they both stepped apart and the one who was dressed walked off.
Opening the apartment door, he smiled as Buffy spun the moment she was inside.
"Where they - you know?" Buffy asked trying not to laugh.
Angel nodded. "They were. During this time you had to keep it very quiet."
Buffy giggled. "That is so funny. I am so going to tell Willow when we get back." Buffy turned and missed Angel's sad look, which was quickly replaced when she turned again. "So what happens now?"
Angel paused and thought back to what he had done. "I get ice."
"Ice." Buffy repeated, a little confused.
"Yep, for my blood. Its best served cold." Angel smiled softly and turned to leave the room. Walking just outside, he was well aware of Buffy leaning on the doorframe, watching his movements. Turning slightly he addressed her. "Like what you see?"
Buffy grinned. "You bet!" Hearing talking, she peered down the hall. Spying a man (who resembled a salesman) talking to someone around the corner. Taking a tentative step forward, she stopped when Angel stepped up to her side. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned back and walked into the apartment, closing and locking the door the second Angel was inside.
Watching as he lowered the blood into the bucket she smiled. Catching his eye, she felt her face heat up at his gaze. As if by force, she slowly walked towards him, subconsciously wetting her lips while she was walking. Before she could get close enough, a woman walked out of the bathroom, nervously wringing her hands.
"I'll be finished in two shakes, sir." She said, moving over to the bed and starting to straighten the sheets.
Angel narrowed his eyes, and reached out a hand to pull Buffy closer. Catching her eye, he willed her to play along, it was important that he did not change anything. Watching as she nodded slightly, he smiled. Turning back to the girl, he frowned. "You're not the maid."
The lady faltered and looked up. "I-I don't know what you mean."
Angel sighed and stepped closer. "You're not a maid in this hotel. There is no trolley outside the door. Those sheets are dirty, and you're the wrong colour."
The lady turned to face him. "I'm sorry. - Uhm, the door was open, and I was just...I I didn't mean..." She trailed off fearfully.
Buffy stepped forward. Angel was impressive when he was angry, and she could sense his temper drawing thin. Whether it was an act was unsure, but he was definitely walking close to pissed off. "We don't have anything to steal." She added softly, startling both Angel and the lady.
The lady's eyes widened in shock. "No. I wasn't trying to steal from you. Honest. I can explain." The lady stepped forward, her hands spread wide in an apology.
Angel sighed. "Not interested. Just go." He motioned to the door.
The lady bit her lip. "Uhm - I can't."
Angel stepped forward and gripping her upper arm, led her to the door. "I'll help you." He muttered catching Buffy's eye over the lady, and silently apologizing.
The lady struggled against him. "Uhm - uhm - my-my boyfriend, he's kind of the jealous type..."
Buffy smirked. She knew exactly what she meant. "Maybe you shouldn't go wandering into other people's rooms."
Judy grounded her feet. "Wait, please! He can't find me."
Buffy looked at the door, frowning at the scratching noise. Watching as the lock slowly began to turn, she hurried forward, and prying the lady from Angel's grip, propelled her towards the door, and positioned her beside it so she wouldn't be seen. Nodding slightly to Angel, she watched as he moved and opened the door, revealing a man on his knees, a lock-pick in his hands.
The man got to his feet and glared at Angel, his gaze softening as Buffy moved to his side. "Where is she?" When Buffy and Angel continued to stare at him, he continued. "Look pal, this really isn't something you want to get involved in."
Angel snorted. "That's true. Which is why you're gonna turn around and go away."
The man laughed. "Sorry, I can't do that, partner. Because I know you're hiding her in there."
Buffy smiled sweetly, her hand closing painfully around Angel's. "We're not hiding anybody."
The man frowned. "No? - Then why don't you send her on out here. That way I don't have to come in there and get her."
Angel pulled the door tighter against him. "You're not coming in here."
The man laughed harshly, and removed his hat. "You won't mind if I come in and take a look around then." Pulling his jacket open, he revealed a gun resting snugly in a holster.
Buffy noticed the gun and stepped back out of the way, knowing things were going to get ugly any minute now. Buffy winced as Angel let the door slam into the man as he tried to walk in. Giggling as he grabbed the man by the ear and dragged him up to the elevator. Smiling, she caught his eye as he was walking back; she felt her heart soar when he returned that smile, his face lighting up.
Feeling someone beside her she turned and spotted the lady carefully walking out. "Gosh. I mean that was - Gosh. Listen. I know we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Judy." she smiled at Buffy.
"Hi I'm Buffy." Before Buffy continues she paused. Remembering what her history teacher had mentioned about the 50s she smiled then added: "This is my husband Angel." Buffy smirked as Angel walked past her and slammed the door to their apartment. "Sorry you'll have to excuse me, he does not like interruptions very much." Smiling she left Judy and entered the apartment, walking into Angel's arms the moment she opened the door.
"Husband huh?" He smirked, pulling her tight against him.
"Spur of the moment thing. You don't mind do you?" She smiled sweetly.
"Not really...kinda hoped it would one day happen." Angel chuckled at her delighted squeal.
"I could get used to this." She murmured as his lips claimed hers.
WOOT Chapter two finished! So, what do you think? OK onto the third one! Oh and PLEASE review!
