Title: What the Heart Goes Through
Author: Angelchic612
Rating: PG-13
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. Oh, and sorry if there are some spelling problems! Thanks to my bud Jenny for helping in my moments of writers block with some awesome ideas!!!
Feedback: PLEASE!!
A/N: DAVID BOREANAZ IS THE HOTTEST!
Burning for Love
"Spike?" Buffy said, surprised. She scrambled to find her sweater which had been thrown aside by Angel. She soon found it and pulled it on.
"William," Angel said, coldly. Buffy came back, fully dressed. She bent down, picking up Angel's shirt and handed it to him. He put it on, but left it undone.
"What the hell is the great poof doin here?" Spike asked Buffy. He was not happy about it.
"Well..he's here to..."Buffy said, trailing off.
"Help," Angel said, finishing the sentence for her.
"With?" Spike asked, getting pretty pissed off.
"Why would you care?" Angel asked. Why Spike would care about Buffy's relationships was beyond him. Then, it came to him.
"Your in love with her, aren't you?" Angel asked, outraged.
"Yeah. What of it?" Spike asked.
Angel threw his fist out, hitting Spike square in the face.
"Oww!" Spike said, blood gushing from his nose. He ran at Angel, knocking him down on the ground. Buffy sat down against the tree again. She wasn't worried about Spike hurting Angel . Buffy grabbed Angel's leather duster, snuggling in it to warm up.
Meanwhile, Angel was pummeling Spike. Spike's lip was busted, his eyes swelling and his shirt torn. But, not to make Spike look weak, Angel had a bruise beginning to show up along his jaw.
"Stay away from her," Angel growled, pushing away from Spike. He got up, went over to Buffy and pulled her into a standing postion.
"Come on beatiful. Lets go home," Angel said. Once they were back at Buffy's house, Angel and Buffy sat on the couch, talking. The room was dark, the shades pulled down to block out the rising sun.
"Man, that was embarrising..." Buffy said about their confrontation with Spike.
"Yeah, for him..." Angel said, smiling.
"But its good he came along..I mean..that was pretty tense," Angel said. "If we hadn't stopped.." Angel trailed off, remembering the last time Angelus had come out to play.
"We would have been fine. Better than fine," Buffy said, finishing Angel's sentence for him.
"WHAT?" Angel asked, confused.
"Angel, I thought they told you. Your soul is bound. I asked them to grant my heart's desire, and they did," Buffy said, reflecting.
"Whoa. Wait, who's they?" Angel asked, him mind whirling at the concept.
"The Powers That Be, ya know, the Oracles," Buffy said plainly.
"So...so we can..you know," Angel asked. If he could blush, he would have.
"Yes," Buffy said, looking deep into his chocolate orbs.
Angel smiled seductively and moved to kiss Buffy.
"No! Not here! My mom's upstairs!" Buffy said, " besides, I can barely keep my eyes open I'm so tired."
Buffy snuggled up next to Angel, her arm draped over his stomach, his own arm pulling her closer to him. She flicked on the tv, and turned to an old move. Angel grabbed a blanket and laid it on Buffy, wrapping her in it. She sighed, closing her eyes. Angel kissed the top of her head, but she was already asleep. Angel smiled at the sight of his beloved, then laid his head on top of her's. He soon fell asleep.
Buffy awoke a few hours later to find the weak, sick feeling had returned. She moved a little, waking Angel.
"Hey.." Angel said in his sexy way.
"Hey.." Buffy croaked out, her throat dry.
"Are you feeling okay?" Angel asked. She definitely didn't look good. She was pale with dark circles under her eyes.
"Not relly. The weak feeling is back," Buffy said. She knew this was going to happen, just not so soon.
"Do you want something? Water, food, a trashcan?" Angel asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Actually, chicken soup sounds good," Buffy said softly, so as to not strain her voice.
"Ok! Coming right up!" Angel said, trying to hide his worry. He hated seeing her like this, sick and weak. He walked into the kitchen, almost colliding with Mrs. Summers.
"Oh! Angel...I'm sorry. Isee your up. How is Buffy feeling?" she asked.
"She's not feeling good. She look pale too. She said she wanted some chicken soup, though," Angel said.
"I know just how she likes it," Mrs. Summers said, bustling around the kitchen.
Angel went back into the living room. Buffy was asleep again, so Angel took the portable phone into a diffrent room.
He punched in some numbers and heard Giles pick up on the other end.
"Giles. Its Angel. I need to talk to you about Buffy..." Angel said. In his mind he saw all sorts of terrible things happening to her.
"Of course, come any time...I'll start researching," Giles answered. They exchanged goodbyes the hung up.
Angel walked into the kitchen, where Mrs. Summers was still cooking.
"I have to go. I need to talk to Giles," Angel said.
"Alright. She'll be fine, I just know it," Mrs. Summers answered, giving a weak smile.
Angel walked back into the living room, going over to Buffy.
"I love you, I always will," Angel whispered to her sleeping form, kissing her forehead gently. Angel stood up with a sigh, grabbing his duster and heading outside into the sunlight. He ran as fast as he could, his skin sizziling. He lifted a man hole cover up and disappeared below.
TBC....
Author: Angelchic612
Rating: PG-13
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. Oh, and sorry if there are some spelling problems! Thanks to my bud Jenny for helping in my moments of writers block with some awesome ideas!!!
Feedback: PLEASE!!
A/N: DAVID BOREANAZ IS THE HOTTEST!
Burning for Love
"Spike?" Buffy said, surprised. She scrambled to find her sweater which had been thrown aside by Angel. She soon found it and pulled it on.
"William," Angel said, coldly. Buffy came back, fully dressed. She bent down, picking up Angel's shirt and handed it to him. He put it on, but left it undone.
"What the hell is the great poof doin here?" Spike asked Buffy. He was not happy about it.
"Well..he's here to..."Buffy said, trailing off.
"Help," Angel said, finishing the sentence for her.
"With?" Spike asked, getting pretty pissed off.
"Why would you care?" Angel asked. Why Spike would care about Buffy's relationships was beyond him. Then, it came to him.
"Your in love with her, aren't you?" Angel asked, outraged.
"Yeah. What of it?" Spike asked.
Angel threw his fist out, hitting Spike square in the face.
"Oww!" Spike said, blood gushing from his nose. He ran at Angel, knocking him down on the ground. Buffy sat down against the tree again. She wasn't worried about Spike hurting Angel . Buffy grabbed Angel's leather duster, snuggling in it to warm up.
Meanwhile, Angel was pummeling Spike. Spike's lip was busted, his eyes swelling and his shirt torn. But, not to make Spike look weak, Angel had a bruise beginning to show up along his jaw.
"Stay away from her," Angel growled, pushing away from Spike. He got up, went over to Buffy and pulled her into a standing postion.
"Come on beatiful. Lets go home," Angel said. Once they were back at Buffy's house, Angel and Buffy sat on the couch, talking. The room was dark, the shades pulled down to block out the rising sun.
"Man, that was embarrising..." Buffy said about their confrontation with Spike.
"Yeah, for him..." Angel said, smiling.
"But its good he came along..I mean..that was pretty tense," Angel said. "If we hadn't stopped.." Angel trailed off, remembering the last time Angelus had come out to play.
"We would have been fine. Better than fine," Buffy said, finishing Angel's sentence for him.
"WHAT?" Angel asked, confused.
"Angel, I thought they told you. Your soul is bound. I asked them to grant my heart's desire, and they did," Buffy said, reflecting.
"Whoa. Wait, who's they?" Angel asked, him mind whirling at the concept.
"The Powers That Be, ya know, the Oracles," Buffy said plainly.
"So...so we can..you know," Angel asked. If he could blush, he would have.
"Yes," Buffy said, looking deep into his chocolate orbs.
Angel smiled seductively and moved to kiss Buffy.
"No! Not here! My mom's upstairs!" Buffy said, " besides, I can barely keep my eyes open I'm so tired."
Buffy snuggled up next to Angel, her arm draped over his stomach, his own arm pulling her closer to him. She flicked on the tv, and turned to an old move. Angel grabbed a blanket and laid it on Buffy, wrapping her in it. She sighed, closing her eyes. Angel kissed the top of her head, but she was already asleep. Angel smiled at the sight of his beloved, then laid his head on top of her's. He soon fell asleep.
Buffy awoke a few hours later to find the weak, sick feeling had returned. She moved a little, waking Angel.
"Hey.." Angel said in his sexy way.
"Hey.." Buffy croaked out, her throat dry.
"Are you feeling okay?" Angel asked. She definitely didn't look good. She was pale with dark circles under her eyes.
"Not relly. The weak feeling is back," Buffy said. She knew this was going to happen, just not so soon.
"Do you want something? Water, food, a trashcan?" Angel asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Actually, chicken soup sounds good," Buffy said softly, so as to not strain her voice.
"Ok! Coming right up!" Angel said, trying to hide his worry. He hated seeing her like this, sick and weak. He walked into the kitchen, almost colliding with Mrs. Summers.
"Oh! Angel...I'm sorry. Isee your up. How is Buffy feeling?" she asked.
"She's not feeling good. She look pale too. She said she wanted some chicken soup, though," Angel said.
"I know just how she likes it," Mrs. Summers said, bustling around the kitchen.
Angel went back into the living room. Buffy was asleep again, so Angel took the portable phone into a diffrent room.
He punched in some numbers and heard Giles pick up on the other end.
"Giles. Its Angel. I need to talk to you about Buffy..." Angel said. In his mind he saw all sorts of terrible things happening to her.
"Of course, come any time...I'll start researching," Giles answered. They exchanged goodbyes the hung up.
Angel walked into the kitchen, where Mrs. Summers was still cooking.
"I have to go. I need to talk to Giles," Angel said.
"Alright. She'll be fine, I just know it," Mrs. Summers answered, giving a weak smile.
Angel walked back into the living room, going over to Buffy.
"I love you, I always will," Angel whispered to her sleeping form, kissing her forehead gently. Angel stood up with a sigh, grabbing his duster and heading outside into the sunlight. He ran as fast as he could, his skin sizziling. He lifted a man hole cover up and disappeared below.
TBC....