Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Everything else belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and the WB.
Finished: April 7, 2001
~~ Bad News ~~
I walk up the stairs to the bathroom and my mind and emotions wander. When Angel left for LA, I felt that half of me was missing. I spent time with friends, threw everything I had into slaying, but nothing filled the empty void inside. Now that he's back I feel whole again.
To fall in love is exciting and at the same time scary. But to lose a love is even scarier. I've lost Angel three times; when he lost his soul, when I sent him to Hell, and when he left for LA. But we've always found each other again and now I realize we truly are soul mates.
I slip into bed and pull out my homework assignment and read it quietly to myself. "Okay, let's see: 'Write en essay on where you see yourself in five, ten, and fifteen years. Consider your possible career options, current relationships, and what you want out of life. Be creative, original, and, most importantly, realistic.' Didn't Dawn have an assignment like this a while ago?" I ask myself. Teachers must be running out of good ideas these days.
I get to work planning my essay on a scrap piece of paper. "Career options: Slaying; slaying; and who could forget slaying!" I chuckle to myself. "Current relationships: Angel; Mom; Dawn; and the Scoobies." Dad who? "What I want out of life: Angel; married to Angel; children with Angel; to grow old with Angel; to grow old..."
I somehow manage to turn the quick notes into an essay sounding somewhat normal with occupations like 'Kickboxing Coach' or 'Karate Instructor'. It's not going to win me a Nobel Prize, but it's an essay and it's done. I click off the light, noticing that it's almost 2am.
Just as I fall asleep I am jolted awake by a large beeping noise. I jump out of bed, Slayer instincts on full alert, and realize that it's only my alarm clock. I turn it off and look at my bed. So warm and inviting, calling for me to go back to Slumberland. As much as I want to, I know that if I go back to sleep, I won't wake up until class has already started. I quickly shower and get ready. Forty minutes later I head to school and arrive just in time for class.
Sitting in my Literature class I'm distracted by a nagging voice in the back of my head. I miss Angel already and I really want to skip next class so I can go see him but I can't. I've already missed too many classes because of Slayer-related issues. The class is finally over and I make my way to the phones. Ten minutes until History, I figure I can give Angel a quick call.
There's no answer at his place and I'm forced to talk to his machine. "Hey, it's me. Just calling before History wanting to hear your voice. Yeah, I know it's cheesy and Hallmark-y but it's true. I guess I'll just have to settle for your machine's message. Anyway, I'll talk to you later. Call me at home tonight and we can get together. Bye...I love you." I hang up and head to class. *Angel probably went to the Magic Box to talk to Giles about the demons last night.* I think to myself.
History class is as boring as ever but I manage to stay awake and take notes. I doodle on a piece of scrap paper as the professor tries to locate a transparency sheet for the projector. The class is chuckling quietly but suddenly stops. I look up and see Willow standing in the doorway talking to the professor. *Oh darn! A Scooby meeting during History* I think to myself sarcastically. The professor glances up at me and in an instant I've got my books in my arms and I'm down the stairs and at the door. My professor excuses me and apologizes sympathetically. "So what's up?" I ask casually as the door closes behind us and we begin to walk down the hallway. "You couldn't have come by at a more perfect time. It was getting so boring in there, not that History is a very enthusiastic class."
"Um, Giles is waiting outside for us." she says.
"What happened, Willow?" I ask.
"We have to go to the hospital," she says. "There was a car accident."
"Who?" I ask impatiently but gently.
She doesn't answer me but looks at me with an 'I'm sorry' look on her face. My stomach drops to my feet. Please, God, don't let it be..
"Is it Dawn? My mom? Xander?" I ask in a frantic whisper. "Who?"
She stops walking and turns to face me. "It's Angel."
Finished: April 7, 2001
~~ Bad News ~~
I walk up the stairs to the bathroom and my mind and emotions wander. When Angel left for LA, I felt that half of me was missing. I spent time with friends, threw everything I had into slaying, but nothing filled the empty void inside. Now that he's back I feel whole again.
To fall in love is exciting and at the same time scary. But to lose a love is even scarier. I've lost Angel three times; when he lost his soul, when I sent him to Hell, and when he left for LA. But we've always found each other again and now I realize we truly are soul mates.
I slip into bed and pull out my homework assignment and read it quietly to myself. "Okay, let's see: 'Write en essay on where you see yourself in five, ten, and fifteen years. Consider your possible career options, current relationships, and what you want out of life. Be creative, original, and, most importantly, realistic.' Didn't Dawn have an assignment like this a while ago?" I ask myself. Teachers must be running out of good ideas these days.
I get to work planning my essay on a scrap piece of paper. "Career options: Slaying; slaying; and who could forget slaying!" I chuckle to myself. "Current relationships: Angel; Mom; Dawn; and the Scoobies." Dad who? "What I want out of life: Angel; married to Angel; children with Angel; to grow old with Angel; to grow old..."
I somehow manage to turn the quick notes into an essay sounding somewhat normal with occupations like 'Kickboxing Coach' or 'Karate Instructor'. It's not going to win me a Nobel Prize, but it's an essay and it's done. I click off the light, noticing that it's almost 2am.
Just as I fall asleep I am jolted awake by a large beeping noise. I jump out of bed, Slayer instincts on full alert, and realize that it's only my alarm clock. I turn it off and look at my bed. So warm and inviting, calling for me to go back to Slumberland. As much as I want to, I know that if I go back to sleep, I won't wake up until class has already started. I quickly shower and get ready. Forty minutes later I head to school and arrive just in time for class.
Sitting in my Literature class I'm distracted by a nagging voice in the back of my head. I miss Angel already and I really want to skip next class so I can go see him but I can't. I've already missed too many classes because of Slayer-related issues. The class is finally over and I make my way to the phones. Ten minutes until History, I figure I can give Angel a quick call.
There's no answer at his place and I'm forced to talk to his machine. "Hey, it's me. Just calling before History wanting to hear your voice. Yeah, I know it's cheesy and Hallmark-y but it's true. I guess I'll just have to settle for your machine's message. Anyway, I'll talk to you later. Call me at home tonight and we can get together. Bye...I love you." I hang up and head to class. *Angel probably went to the Magic Box to talk to Giles about the demons last night.* I think to myself.
History class is as boring as ever but I manage to stay awake and take notes. I doodle on a piece of scrap paper as the professor tries to locate a transparency sheet for the projector. The class is chuckling quietly but suddenly stops. I look up and see Willow standing in the doorway talking to the professor. *Oh darn! A Scooby meeting during History* I think to myself sarcastically. The professor glances up at me and in an instant I've got my books in my arms and I'm down the stairs and at the door. My professor excuses me and apologizes sympathetically. "So what's up?" I ask casually as the door closes behind us and we begin to walk down the hallway. "You couldn't have come by at a more perfect time. It was getting so boring in there, not that History is a very enthusiastic class."
"Um, Giles is waiting outside for us." she says.
"What happened, Willow?" I ask.
"We have to go to the hospital," she says. "There was a car accident."
"Who?" I ask impatiently but gently.
She doesn't answer me but looks at me with an 'I'm sorry' look on her face. My stomach drops to my feet. Please, God, don't let it be..
"Is it Dawn? My mom? Xander?" I ask in a frantic whisper. "Who?"
She stops walking and turns to face me. "It's Angel."
