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Okay I speed up Riley and Buffs relationship...I know but it helps with the plot!
I love Angelus… so his awesome inputs are in * bold, nobody can hear him except our good old angel.
Disclaimers I do not own Buffy or angel...or Angelus! Also the poem is by E.E Cummings...I love that poem and the first time I read it I thought it was a tear jerker and it seemed to be something Angel would want to say...
oh yea...I should have warned you guys this is a B/A fix rated R for Riley&Cordelia bashing...sike I'm playing! (Slightly)
Let the story Begin.
Unforgettable take 2!
"It's a big bad city out there….she's all alone when a big scary criminal jumps out of the darkness. 'Help' she screams and out of nowhere it's a big mucho man coming out. He'll protect you, catch you when you fall, you can count on it…then you say 'and you can count on me because I'm the Dark Avenger'", Cordy pitched the marketing campaign to Angel.
Happy face right, that idea was brilliant….wrong he just stared at her with a blank expression donning his handsome features.
"I'm the what", he asked trying not to let his annoyance show. He was mildly paying attention while his mind was hours away focusing on a little blonde.
*Soul boy do me a favor and kill that bitch*
"The Dark Avenger", she repeated excitedly.
*All it would take would be a snap of the neck…you blink and she's gone…permanently shutting the fuck up*
"I'm the Dark Avenger", he asked mildly wondering where these ideas came from.
*I'd wouldn't even want to torture her because she would make me bloody eyes bleed and I thought Buff whining was fucking annoying; this bitch takes the cake. Who the fuck wants that faggot ass name…oh I am talking about soul boy….DON'T DO IT…I REPEAT DON'T FUCKING DO IT*
Completely oblivious to his distaste she gushed out, "I know it's perfect and we can shoot it ourselves…look I know a little something about self promotion Angel", she started while following him to the elevator as he bluntly walked away. "And this little thing can help us get out of the red, or the black, or whichever one means we're broke because that's us", she rambled hysterically.
*I'm not broke, soul boy just doesn't like to use it cause it's covered in delicious blood* shouted Angelus still ranting on the best ways to get rid of her. All Angel did much to Angelus dismay is shut the gate on the elevator. He wanted this conversation over so he could think about Buffy in peace.
To both of their dismays she continued, "so what Buffy comes to town… put you in a permanent funk and I'm just suppose to stand around and watch our business go belly up", she yelled down at him as the elevator went down.
Doyle watched this retarded act of selfishness that Cordiela just displayed and decided to voice his input. "He's not entirely wrong you know", he said his Irish accent strong.
"Our boss is only happy when he's fighting evil so let's draw up some evil", she exclaimed.
"I don't know why we need evil when we have you running around here", he spat.
Cordy got the brilliant plan to cut Angel out of the video and use him instead. Anyone could tell he was uncomfortable but he was doing this for her.
He pronounced rate as rats and then they started bickering all the while she forgot the recording was still on. She called him a weasel and at his crestfallen expression she admitted that she just wanted to feel useful because Angel was in a funk.
"How could Angel be heart broken when he doesn't even have a heart", she screamed frustrated.
"Maybe seeing Buffy again hit him where it's home", he rationalized.
"Yea and we live here too…maybe we could get him a costume", she gushed out.
Doyle turned and left deciding that he should talk to Angel.
He came down the stairs and walked in on Angel punching the shit out of his punching bag.
He tried to get Angel to open up and related with him on the whole ex thing.
"Buffy was here longer than 5 min", the ensouled vampire admitted moving away from Doyle.
"Okay 10 but who's counting", the half demon countered.
Angel finally admitted she was there for like a day and an half.
"Okay one of us has been drinking and I'm sad to say it wasn't me", the shorter one said sadly. Between Cordy and her obsession with money and Angel and his Buffy problems, he needed a drink.
Sighing and taking a breath of unneeded air he begun to tell Doyle about the day that never was. He admitted that it wasn't meant to be.
"I don't know, but I feel something's coming and whatever it is, we're a part of it", he told Doyle.
Doyle was amazed and told Angel to keep doing him and he'd keep score. Angel let out a bitter laugh.
"We don't belong to ourselves. We belong to the world of fighting", Angel replied sadly knowing it was the bitter truth.
Later that evening Buffy and Willow were walking through a graveyard. Typically slayer work discussing guys.
"Willow it was humiliating, I basically threw up on him. He told me he loved me and I choked", explained Buffy hysterically.
"Buffy maybe it was the fish; you know how you are when you eat it. I don't know why you decided that was a good idea, plus you were already sick. Buffy what am I going to do with you? Did you tell him you at least loved him back after the throwage", rambled Will as they continued their stroll through the cemetery.
Buffy looked guilty. "You see what had happen was- um I kinda went all sick-o girl and rushed him out of the dorm. I don't know he's a really nice guy, he's sweet and caring, and you know the sun and picnics well that's a new concept I'm still wrapping my head about along with the breathing… it's just that he's not", Buffy trailed off not really wanting to say the words.
"He's not Angel", Willow replied bluntly not seeing any way to use tact.
Buffy winced. "Yea exactly, it's like ever since I came back from L.A something's missing and now with Riley. I don't know maybe it's because he's safe and I know I won't get hurt and he'll always be there for me".
"Oh no get out while you still can", joked the red head.
Buffy giggled. "I just feel that real love and intense passion come hand and hand with massive pain and suffering" she started to explain when all a sudden a vampire showed up. He's really stupid so instinctively she stabbed him in his heart and he turned to dust. "I wonder where I get that from", she mused and continued like nothing happened.
Afterwards, Buffy was still comparing the pros and cons of Riley Finn, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. She smiled weakly when she saw him on the other side.
"Hey", she greeted weakly kissing him on the cheek...
"Hi' ya back", he smiled but it quickly turned into a frown as he took in her appearance. He was planning on a repeat of last night's performance but his girlfriend looked horrible. ''Baby what's wrong... are you still sick", he asked worried.
"It comes and goes", she told him laying back on the bed exhausted. She wanted him gone, she hated feeling weak in front of people, it was so unslayer-ly, and it made her sick.
"Don't worry I'll take care of you"; Riley said jumping at the opportunity of helping her when she was actually helpless.
Buffy smiled down at the man in front of her. He was definitely no Angel but maybe it was just what the doctor ordered.
The two curled up in bed watching one of Buffy favorite Disney movies. That's right Beauty and the Beast. The two were laughing at the Gunsthun song and everything was going great until Riley realized why this was Buffy favorite movie. It was basically the story of her life.
"You remind me of Belle'', he whispered sadly in her ear.
Buffy laughed. "No she is way too pretty", she joked fringing dumbness at the suddenly awkward moment. It never proved her wrong before. Why was she watching this again? Wasn't she too old for this, oh yea she was home sick and her mother was out of town for a gallery show and she wanted to reminisce on child hood memories. "My mom always used to play this for me when I was sick", she admitted soberly trying to change the subject. She knew she could relate to Belle. When everyone saw Angel as a monster, all she saw was the charming prince laying beneath the surface. 'Looks like the cocky, mucho, wanna be womanizer won this time', was her last thought before she drifted off to sleep.
"Looks like Gunsthun finally got the girl", he mumbled as looked at her sleeping form grinning widely as he joined her.
The next morning came all too quickly for the blonde slayer. She once again woke up in a pair of semi strong arms. She detangled herself from him easily and hopped into the shower.
She was felling extremely better and just couldn't find a reason to stop smiling. Bufy was happy and she wasn't going to second guess and analyze why. She just had a feeling that something was going to happen and she wouldn't be missing that thing she lost for much longer.
She quickly put on some jogging pants and a t-shirt before glancing at the clock. Buffy did a double take when she looked at her alarm clock. It was 6 in the morning. She figured it was because she went to sleep early but her class didn't start to eleven. 'Hm, what to do', she wondered.
For a while she just watched Riley sleep. She mused how his chest moved up and down. Her eyes traveled upwards almost predatory like as she looked at his face. It was a face that she defiantly could grow to love…in time, she chanted in her brain. 'More like centuries', she berated.
She glanced back on the clock and realized it was only 6:03. Damn, she could sit and watch Angel sleep for hours and Buffy never liked sitting or standing still but for him it was a hobby. She looked at the man in her bed and realized she couldn't look at him a minute longer. She grabbed one of Willow stickies and wrote a note explaining how she felt better and needed to burn some steam. She thought it would be cute to place it on his forehead and was out the door, down the hall at an inhuman speed.
Buffy just let her feet guide her through the foggy streets of Sunnydale as she jogged. No destination in mind, just enjoying the freedom sensation of running was amazing. Dawn was just starting to appear and even though in a few minutes it would be sunrise she still carried Mr. pointy in her left hand and had a spare tucked safely away on the back of her jogging pants. One can never be too safe. She came to a stop at the old mansion on Crawford Street. "Thank you feet", she mumbled as her body was on auto pilot and moved through the doors.
It was dark and gloomy. She sneezed, it was definably dustier. She did a quick sweep or the house and felt a wave of nostalgia. She finally was where she started and just stared at her surroundings. It was a half open book on the side of the couch. 'Must have forgotten it', she thought bitterly. "Maybe I'll mail it to him", she quipped as she picked the book up and started to read the contents on the page it was on and headed straight to the bedroom.
I carry your heart with me
I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
I am never without it
Anywhere I go you go, my dear;
And whatever is done by only me is your doing,
My darling I fear no fate
For you are my fate,
My sweet I want no world
For beautiful you are my world, my true
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
Which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart
By E.E Cummings
The poem was beautiful. Buffy sat on the bed and reread it with fresh tears as she envisioned her Angel saying this to her. To the left of it was a sticky note that she noticed for the first time. Where on earth he got it from she didn't want to know. On it was his beautiful elegant 18th century sexy handwriting.
'I'm not a man of many words. Especially ones from the heart. I left this book for a reason; it's a perfect deception of you and me. I know it may feel like I'm leaving you behind but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Forever; that's the whole point', it said.
She laid the book down and got under Angel covers. It still had his scent all over them. She snuggled deeper into them. "I carry your heart. Forever that's the whole point", she sighed dreamily as she went to sleep.
Sooooooooo...I know it's not much of a cliff but don't worry I had to set the foundation first...the good stuff is coming...tell me watcha think...Reviews are like pizza...I love pizza lol so be a doll and leave one...I love hearing what you think!