Title: What the Heart Goes Through
Author: Angelchic612
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. That pleasure goes to Joss Whedon
Author's Note: Dawn does not exist in this story. I felt that she was tying Buffy down too much, so I didn't use her.
Feedback: PLEASE!!
Going back to Sunnydale
Xander and Willow, as well as Giles and Mrs. Summers sat nervously in Buffy's hospital room. The doctor had just left after giving Buffy a check-up on her wound.
"The wound is deep, and there is some discoloration around the edges that suggests poisioning. I'll have to run some tests...." said the doctor.
"But she will be okay, right?" asked Mrs. Summers worridly.
"Of course, it just may take a while to heal," answered the doctor.
"Thank you...very much," said Giles and the doctor turned and left.
"Oh Buffy," said Mrs. Summers, sitting and taking Buffy's hand in her own, "Its going to be alright...really." Buffy managed a weak smile before sleep overcame her once again.
" I should research this demon. Hasarath was his name, yes?" asked Giles.
"Yea. He had a big broad sword with a red jewel in the hilt," answered Willow.
"What about this poision?" asked Xander with concern written all over his face.
" I am hoping once we find the demon, we may find some sort of refrence to the poision also," stated Giles.
"We should let her get some rest. Rupert, do you mind if I help you with researching?" asked Mrs. Summers hopefully.
"Of course you may help, Joyce. Willow and Xander, you will help too, right?" asked Giles.
"You bet," they answered in unison.
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In LA...
Angel can't shake this bad feeling. He got out of bed, put on a t-shirt and stuck a mug of blood in the microwave for a 'morning snack'. Of course it was really and evening snack since he sleeps most of the day.
Whle drinking he thought 'maybe a hot shower can take my mind off her.' Angel couldn't even bring himself to think her name, let alone say it. The pain was still there, and he figured it would always be.
As he stood under the hot water, images of Buffy came flooding back to him. Their first kiss and her seventeenth birthday, when they made love. Everything sort of goes blurry in his mind for awhile after that because that is the time that Angelus 'came out to play'. Then being brought back by Willow, getting stabbed and sent to Hell by Buffy, and being brought back again. One thing that Angel remembers the most is the look on Buffy's face when he told her he was leaving town. That look broke his heart, and it still gave him pain when he thought about it. Angel's mope down memory lane was interrupted by a knock on his bedroom door. Angel shut the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist before answering it.
"Cordelia," was all Angel said when he opened the door. He didn't have time to be bothered by her right now.
"Hey. Sorry to interupt you, but Wesley said we need to move, NOW. Ya know, that Kungai demon?" she asked, looking at him questionably.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be down in a second," he answered.
As Angel doned his usual black duster, he coouldn't help but think about Buffy. 'I'll call her when I get back,' he thought.
Wesley and Angel killed the Kungai demon fairly quickly, but Cordelia got blasted with slime when Angel stabbed it.
"This was a brand new outfit! I'll send you my dry cleanling bill," screeched Cordelia as she grabbed her car keys. She was going home to scrub the demon goo out of her hair and change her clothes.
"Are you even listening to me?" asked Cordelia before leaving. Angel was not.
"I'm going to make a phone call, Wes," said Angel as he walked into his office.
Angel sat down in his office chair and pulled out a package from his desk drawer. It was a bunch of pictures, letters, and drawings tied together with string. He undid the string and pulled out his favorite picture of Buffy from the stack. She was sitting under a tree, a bright smile on her face. Angel then picked up the phone and dialed her dorm room. No one answered, so her called her house, on a whim. No one answered there either. Something was wrong, he could just feel it.
Later that night, Cordelia came back. She had done her best to remove the demon goo from her hair, and her efforts left her hair a little stiff.
"Where are you going?" she asked, shocked. Angel had clothes laid out on his bed. He had just begun putting them in a duffel bag when Cordelia had walked in.
"Sunnydale," Angel said plainly.
"ARE YOU NUTS?" asked Cordelia, screaming at the top of her lungs. The screams, by this point had attracted Wesley.
"Angel?" Wesley asked.
"Yes, I'm going to Sunnydale. Buffy nees me..." Angel said. Cordelia stared at him, mouth gaping.
"Did she call while I was out?" Cordelia asked.
"No. I just have a bad feeling. She needs me, so I am going. I'll be back soon. Oh, and I'll call when I get there."
With that, he walked out the door, into the night, then into his car and sped away.
"He is crazy," said Cordelia sighing. They walked back into the lobby, trying to figure out what to do while he was gone.
A/N:What do ya think so far? TELL ME!!!!!!
Author: Angelchic612
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. That pleasure goes to Joss Whedon
Author's Note: Dawn does not exist in this story. I felt that she was tying Buffy down too much, so I didn't use her.
Feedback: PLEASE!!
Going back to Sunnydale
Xander and Willow, as well as Giles and Mrs. Summers sat nervously in Buffy's hospital room. The doctor had just left after giving Buffy a check-up on her wound.
"The wound is deep, and there is some discoloration around the edges that suggests poisioning. I'll have to run some tests...." said the doctor.
"But she will be okay, right?" asked Mrs. Summers worridly.
"Of course, it just may take a while to heal," answered the doctor.
"Thank you...very much," said Giles and the doctor turned and left.
"Oh Buffy," said Mrs. Summers, sitting and taking Buffy's hand in her own, "Its going to be alright...really." Buffy managed a weak smile before sleep overcame her once again.
" I should research this demon. Hasarath was his name, yes?" asked Giles.
"Yea. He had a big broad sword with a red jewel in the hilt," answered Willow.
"What about this poision?" asked Xander with concern written all over his face.
" I am hoping once we find the demon, we may find some sort of refrence to the poision also," stated Giles.
"We should let her get some rest. Rupert, do you mind if I help you with researching?" asked Mrs. Summers hopefully.
"Of course you may help, Joyce. Willow and Xander, you will help too, right?" asked Giles.
"You bet," they answered in unison.
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In LA...
Angel can't shake this bad feeling. He got out of bed, put on a t-shirt and stuck a mug of blood in the microwave for a 'morning snack'. Of course it was really and evening snack since he sleeps most of the day.
Whle drinking he thought 'maybe a hot shower can take my mind off her.' Angel couldn't even bring himself to think her name, let alone say it. The pain was still there, and he figured it would always be.
As he stood under the hot water, images of Buffy came flooding back to him. Their first kiss and her seventeenth birthday, when they made love. Everything sort of goes blurry in his mind for awhile after that because that is the time that Angelus 'came out to play'. Then being brought back by Willow, getting stabbed and sent to Hell by Buffy, and being brought back again. One thing that Angel remembers the most is the look on Buffy's face when he told her he was leaving town. That look broke his heart, and it still gave him pain when he thought about it. Angel's mope down memory lane was interrupted by a knock on his bedroom door. Angel shut the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist before answering it.
"Cordelia," was all Angel said when he opened the door. He didn't have time to be bothered by her right now.
"Hey. Sorry to interupt you, but Wesley said we need to move, NOW. Ya know, that Kungai demon?" she asked, looking at him questionably.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be down in a second," he answered.
As Angel doned his usual black duster, he coouldn't help but think about Buffy. 'I'll call her when I get back,' he thought.
Wesley and Angel killed the Kungai demon fairly quickly, but Cordelia got blasted with slime when Angel stabbed it.
"This was a brand new outfit! I'll send you my dry cleanling bill," screeched Cordelia as she grabbed her car keys. She was going home to scrub the demon goo out of her hair and change her clothes.
"Are you even listening to me?" asked Cordelia before leaving. Angel was not.
"I'm going to make a phone call, Wes," said Angel as he walked into his office.
Angel sat down in his office chair and pulled out a package from his desk drawer. It was a bunch of pictures, letters, and drawings tied together with string. He undid the string and pulled out his favorite picture of Buffy from the stack. She was sitting under a tree, a bright smile on her face. Angel then picked up the phone and dialed her dorm room. No one answered, so her called her house, on a whim. No one answered there either. Something was wrong, he could just feel it.
Later that night, Cordelia came back. She had done her best to remove the demon goo from her hair, and her efforts left her hair a little stiff.
"Where are you going?" she asked, shocked. Angel had clothes laid out on his bed. He had just begun putting them in a duffel bag when Cordelia had walked in.
"Sunnydale," Angel said plainly.
"ARE YOU NUTS?" asked Cordelia, screaming at the top of her lungs. The screams, by this point had attracted Wesley.
"Angel?" Wesley asked.
"Yes, I'm going to Sunnydale. Buffy nees me..." Angel said. Cordelia stared at him, mouth gaping.
"Did she call while I was out?" Cordelia asked.
"No. I just have a bad feeling. She needs me, so I am going. I'll be back soon. Oh, and I'll call when I get there."
With that, he walked out the door, into the night, then into his car and sped away.
"He is crazy," said Cordelia sighing. They walked back into the lobby, trying to figure out what to do while he was gone.
A/N:What do ya think so far? TELL ME!!!!!!