Disclaimer: I own nothing but Daynon and the plot. Everything else belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB.
Finished: April 25, 2001
A/N: THANKS to SpikeLover for helping me through my writer's block! :)
~~ Insecurities ~~
"So, you want me to break the spell and return Angel to his former self?" Daynon asks just to be sure.
I nod again. "Please," I practically beg, holding back the tears that threaten to fall.
"Okay," he says in a quiet voice. He pulls a drawer out from his desk and pulls out some papers. They look like pages of a contract and he tears them up after leafing through them. A faint blue light explodes from the torn pages and a light breeze lifts them into the air. They burn up in a blue flame that radiates not heat, but an icy chill, causing goosebumps to form on my skin. In five seconds, the papers and flames are gone and there is no trace of them anywhere, even my goosebumps are gone.
I look back at Daynon and he is smiling. "You may ask one question, but only one," he says. "Ask carefully."
A few questions run through my mind. *Will there be any aftereffects? Will Angel remember what happened during the spell?* I finally decide on one. "Who asked you to cast the spell?" I ask seriously.
"Are you sure you want to know?" he asks just as seriously.
"Yes, I have to know who did this to him," I reply. "And why."
"Angel," he responds. "He asked me to place the spell upon him."
"What?!" I exclaim. "Why would he do that?"
"You'll have to ask him." Daynon replied. "You used your one question."
"So that's it, huh?" I ask with a calm rage. "You're not going to tell me anything about why he did this? About why he did this to himself...or to me?"
"Not to you, for you," he replies calmly. "You'd better talk to him about this."
*For me?* I think to myself as I stand up, shaking with rage and uncertainty. My teeth and fists are clenched. "You did this to us. Isn't there some little voice in your head that tells you not to mess with people's lives?"
"Yes, I do have a conscience," he says. "But it was drowned out by the shuffling of hundred dollar bills."
My eyes grow wide with anger. This man doesn't care about our lives; he only cares about money, power, and magic.
I storm around his desk and grab his neck, pushing him against the wall. It's an easy task since the chair has rollers on it. He doesn't even flinch. Just sits there calmly, like this happens everyday or something. "What gives you the right to do this?" I ask angrily.
"I've already answered your one question which seems to have blossomed into three," he says with a smug look. "Now if you'll excuse me."
A see a bright flash of light and suddenly I'm back on my doorstep. That jerk used magic to get me to leave. *If only he wasn't human I'd--* my thoughts are cut off as Angel swings the door open.
"Buffy," he says before pulling me into a fierce hug. "It worked! I remember everything."
"Then I trust you remember hiring that wizard to give you amnesia," I say. He pulls away from me and looks at me for a minute. "I can't believe you did that, Angel. What were you thinking?" I run upstairs to my room and slam the door shut, then collapse on my bed in a fit of tears.
The door banging shut usually gives everyone in a five-mile radius fair warning that I'm in a bad mood. But obviously Angel doesn't heed the warning and enters my room a few minutes later. "I'm sorry," he says quietly.
I turn over and face away from him. He sighs as he quietly closes the door behind him and walks over to my bed, sitting down beside me. "Why?" I ask in a strangled voice.
"Because I wanted you to see what it would be like if I'd never been a vampire; if I never had to carry the deaths of thousands of people on my shoulders. I just wanted to show you what you could be missing." he explains.
"Angel, isn't that what happened before when you left me? No, scratch that, you didn't just leave me...you left town." I say harshly, my tears slowly subsiding.
"You knew I couldn't stand be around you and not be touching you. Every time I saw you...it was like falling in love with you all over again. It still is," he says softly, then sighs out of frustration. "But that's not the point. The point is--"
I flip over on my side to face him. "The point, Angel, is that you always think that I would be happier with someone 'normal'. But you don't get it. You tried this before. It didn't work then and it's certainly not going to work now. Don't you realize by now that I don't want anybody else?" I sit up slightly, facing him. "You are all that I could ever want; you are my 'normal'. You said that every time you saw me you fell in love with me again...do you think that I didn't feel the same way? That I still don't?"
Angel looks down and shrugs at his insecurities. "Angel, I love you more and more everyday...if that's even possible," I say. "When you lost your memory, it was difficult, but I still loved you as much as I ever did. I always will, and I hope you understand that."
He looks up at me and I lay down beside him, resting my head on his chest. Thump-thump, thump-thump. His heartbeat soothes me as I fidget with the buttons on his shirt. "What else, Buffy?"
"I was just wondering...was the car accident part of the contract?" I ask.
"Of course not," he replies. "Do you think I'd intentionally hurt my car?" I laugh. Of course Angel wouldn't put his Plymouth Belvedere, 'Belle', in danger; that's why he doesn't let me drive it. "After I dropped you off, I went to Daynon's and asked him to do the spell. He performed it as I was driving home, though he was supposed to wait until the next evening when I'd had a chance to tell Giles."
"Can you at least sue him for the damages?" I ask hopefully.
"Probably not," he responds. "He had to destroy the contract to break the spell."
"Oh, right. I forgot about the ice flame-thing when I was busy threatening him."
"Did you hurt him?" Angel asks.
"Sadly no," I reply, looking up at him. "He transported me to the front door before I could."
"That's too bad," he says with a slight grin.
"Do you want me to go back? I could rough him up a bit for you." I say with a laugh. He leans down and kisses me gently. "I love you."
"I love you too, Buffy." he replies.
I nestle up to him, resting my head on the soft sleekness of his silk shirt and drift off to sleep.
Finished: April 25, 2001
A/N: THANKS to SpikeLover for helping me through my writer's block! :)
~~ Insecurities ~~
"So, you want me to break the spell and return Angel to his former self?" Daynon asks just to be sure.
I nod again. "Please," I practically beg, holding back the tears that threaten to fall.
"Okay," he says in a quiet voice. He pulls a drawer out from his desk and pulls out some papers. They look like pages of a contract and he tears them up after leafing through them. A faint blue light explodes from the torn pages and a light breeze lifts them into the air. They burn up in a blue flame that radiates not heat, but an icy chill, causing goosebumps to form on my skin. In five seconds, the papers and flames are gone and there is no trace of them anywhere, even my goosebumps are gone.
I look back at Daynon and he is smiling. "You may ask one question, but only one," he says. "Ask carefully."
A few questions run through my mind. *Will there be any aftereffects? Will Angel remember what happened during the spell?* I finally decide on one. "Who asked you to cast the spell?" I ask seriously.
"Are you sure you want to know?" he asks just as seriously.
"Yes, I have to know who did this to him," I reply. "And why."
"Angel," he responds. "He asked me to place the spell upon him."
"What?!" I exclaim. "Why would he do that?"
"You'll have to ask him." Daynon replied. "You used your one question."
"So that's it, huh?" I ask with a calm rage. "You're not going to tell me anything about why he did this? About why he did this to himself...or to me?"
"Not to you, for you," he replies calmly. "You'd better talk to him about this."
*For me?* I think to myself as I stand up, shaking with rage and uncertainty. My teeth and fists are clenched. "You did this to us. Isn't there some little voice in your head that tells you not to mess with people's lives?"
"Yes, I do have a conscience," he says. "But it was drowned out by the shuffling of hundred dollar bills."
My eyes grow wide with anger. This man doesn't care about our lives; he only cares about money, power, and magic.
I storm around his desk and grab his neck, pushing him against the wall. It's an easy task since the chair has rollers on it. He doesn't even flinch. Just sits there calmly, like this happens everyday or something. "What gives you the right to do this?" I ask angrily.
"I've already answered your one question which seems to have blossomed into three," he says with a smug look. "Now if you'll excuse me."
A see a bright flash of light and suddenly I'm back on my doorstep. That jerk used magic to get me to leave. *If only he wasn't human I'd--* my thoughts are cut off as Angel swings the door open.
"Buffy," he says before pulling me into a fierce hug. "It worked! I remember everything."
"Then I trust you remember hiring that wizard to give you amnesia," I say. He pulls away from me and looks at me for a minute. "I can't believe you did that, Angel. What were you thinking?" I run upstairs to my room and slam the door shut, then collapse on my bed in a fit of tears.
The door banging shut usually gives everyone in a five-mile radius fair warning that I'm in a bad mood. But obviously Angel doesn't heed the warning and enters my room a few minutes later. "I'm sorry," he says quietly.
I turn over and face away from him. He sighs as he quietly closes the door behind him and walks over to my bed, sitting down beside me. "Why?" I ask in a strangled voice.
"Because I wanted you to see what it would be like if I'd never been a vampire; if I never had to carry the deaths of thousands of people on my shoulders. I just wanted to show you what you could be missing." he explains.
"Angel, isn't that what happened before when you left me? No, scratch that, you didn't just leave me...you left town." I say harshly, my tears slowly subsiding.
"You knew I couldn't stand be around you and not be touching you. Every time I saw you...it was like falling in love with you all over again. It still is," he says softly, then sighs out of frustration. "But that's not the point. The point is--"
I flip over on my side to face him. "The point, Angel, is that you always think that I would be happier with someone 'normal'. But you don't get it. You tried this before. It didn't work then and it's certainly not going to work now. Don't you realize by now that I don't want anybody else?" I sit up slightly, facing him. "You are all that I could ever want; you are my 'normal'. You said that every time you saw me you fell in love with me again...do you think that I didn't feel the same way? That I still don't?"
Angel looks down and shrugs at his insecurities. "Angel, I love you more and more everyday...if that's even possible," I say. "When you lost your memory, it was difficult, but I still loved you as much as I ever did. I always will, and I hope you understand that."
He looks up at me and I lay down beside him, resting my head on his chest. Thump-thump, thump-thump. His heartbeat soothes me as I fidget with the buttons on his shirt. "What else, Buffy?"
"I was just wondering...was the car accident part of the contract?" I ask.
"Of course not," he replies. "Do you think I'd intentionally hurt my car?" I laugh. Of course Angel wouldn't put his Plymouth Belvedere, 'Belle', in danger; that's why he doesn't let me drive it. "After I dropped you off, I went to Daynon's and asked him to do the spell. He performed it as I was driving home, though he was supposed to wait until the next evening when I'd had a chance to tell Giles."
"Can you at least sue him for the damages?" I ask hopefully.
"Probably not," he responds. "He had to destroy the contract to break the spell."
"Oh, right. I forgot about the ice flame-thing when I was busy threatening him."
"Did you hurt him?" Angel asks.
"Sadly no," I reply, looking up at him. "He transported me to the front door before I could."
"That's too bad," he says with a slight grin.
"Do you want me to go back? I could rough him up a bit for you." I say with a laugh. He leans down and kisses me gently. "I love you."
"I love you too, Buffy." he replies.
I nestle up to him, resting my head on the soft sleekness of his silk shirt and drift off to sleep.