I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". They were created by Joss Whedon and belong to him, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the WB Television Network. I do however own Una.
Author's Note:
Thank you sophie for crediting me with an original idea! The only reason for it is that I missed the episode where they explained why Angel came back from hell, so I had to make it up.
My personal proof reader didn't get that Buffy thought she was Angel's siren: she thought she was Angel's siren.
They had just got some ice creams. Angel had chocolate and she had vanilla. Angel was dealing with his with ease, she thought jealously probably due to his colder hands. Her warm hands were making hers dribble and she needed two hands to stop it from dripping on her dress. Angel still had one free and was holding her tightly through the material of her dress.
They had been walking like this for what seemed like ages. Their silence speaking volumes.
They were walking through Sunnydale Park both grinning like idiots when suddenly a vampire jumped out at them from behind the bushes. Una raised an eyebrow and gave him a withering look.
"Sorry to bother you folks," he tipped his cowboy hat apologetically and ran off.
"What was that?" Angel asked her; unaware of the look she had given the vamp.
"You're a vampire, I'm a demon - guess he figures he's out-numbered."
"Yeah," Angel said, slightly uneasy.
"You've finished your ice cream."
"Yeah," he said smiling, not wanting her to know he'd discreetly dropped it in a trashcan to have both hands free.
"Mind if we sit down," she asked indicating a picnic table. "I've got to the part where I bite the bottom off the cone, and *that* requires concentration."
They sat on the bench some way away from each other.
"So, what's up with you? What's happened in your life?"
"Well I became a vampire - lost my soul, got my soul back, lost it, got it back, went to hell, came back."
"So you're pretty much the same except two hundred and fifty years older. Oops!"
The ice cream had chosen that moment to fall out of the bottom of the cone. She had to dart quickly away so it didn't fall on her dress. It still fell on the bench so she was left sitting so close to Angel she was practically on his lap.
"Well," she said licking her fingertips, "that's the end of that."
"So," said Angel, sliding an arm around her, "what's happened with you?"
"I've just hung out," she said. Angel had taken her hand and was tracing circles on the palm with his index finger, just that little contact was so, well it made it hard to concentrate on what she was saying anyway.
"And how old are you?"
"Older then time itself."
"And you've just hung out?"
She laughed. "I can knit, and play the guitar, and do all those things people never have time to get round learn."
"Anything else?"
"I can lay bricks, and climb trees, and mine for coal, and fix cars, and make furniture, and -"
"Yeah, I get the idea."
"It's getting light, how about I walk you home."
He helped her up off the bench and they walked in silence holding hands and leaning into each other.
They reached Angel's gate.
"This is it."
"Oh," she said looking up at it.
"Your hair's coming down."
"Yeah, it's only stable for a few hours, then I have to do it again."
He walked behind her and started taking out the pins one by one releasing waterfalls of long back shiny hair.
"There," he said, standing back to admire his handiwork.
"Thanks," and smiled at him.
"Well, bye Angel," she said, starting to leave.
"Wait, aren't you gonna come in?"
"Not on the first date Angel, I'm not that kind of girl."
"No I didn't mean that," Angel said, blushing furiously. "I just wanted to talk some more."
"Well that's very, very sweet Angel, but I want to go home now."
"Well where do you live? I'll pick you up, how does tomorrow at sundown sound."
"Lovely," she said sadly, "but I live very far away and I have to go back there now."
"What?" Angel said his eyes searching hers for an answer.
"I've really enjoyed today. But I don't want to stay here with you."
"Why? Did I say something? Did I do something?" He was holding both her hands and looking at her earnestly.
"Angel, I'm not going to lie to you," avoiding his gaze, "so don't ask me why. It's not like I'm never coming back. Because I will, eventually."
Angel dropped her hands and stepped away from her.
"So this is it. I've been waiting for you all my life, I get you for one day then you go."
"Angel," she said softly, tears on her cheeks. "I'm going to go now."
She stepped towards him and placed her hand on his arm. Standing on tiptoe she leaned forward to kiss his cheek. At the last moment Angel turned his head and kissed her properly. He felt her initial surprise and resistance but then she kissed him back. He closed his arms around her and cuddled her against him. Kissing her more and more deeply. Then she wriggled free and stepped backwards quickly, tripping over her own feet. She was shaking and breathing heavily and a glance at him confirmed that he was in the same state.
"Stay," he pleaded.
"No," and she ran away, leaving Angel staring helplessly after her.
She ran, her sight blurred by the tears, and ran straight into someone's chest.
"I'm sorry I'll -"
"No, it's okay, you're upset," and he rested her head on his shoulder, exposing her neck. Spike vamped out and prepared to go in for the kill.
And as he considered her neck Una wondered what would have happened if she had told him the truth.
Now that I've met you
Would you object to
Never seeing each other again
'Cause I can't afford to
Climb aboard you
No one's got that much ego to spend
So don't work your stuff
Because I've got troubles enough
No, don't pick on me
When one act of kindness could be
Deathly
Deathly
Definitely
'Cause I'm just a problem
For you to solve and
Watch dissolve in the heat of your charm
But what will you do when
You run it through and
You can't get me back on the farm
So don't work your stuff
Because I've got troubles enough
No, don't pick on me
When one act of kindness could be
Deathly
Deathly
Definitely
You're on your honour
'Cause I'm a goner
And you haven't even began
So do me a favour
If I should waver
Be my savoir
And get out the gun
Just don't work your stuff
Because I've got troubles enough
No, don't pick on me
When one act of kindness could be
Deathly
Deathly
Definitely
Author's Note:
Thank you sophie for crediting me with an original idea! The only reason for it is that I missed the episode where they explained why Angel came back from hell, so I had to make it up.
My personal proof reader didn't get that Buffy thought she was Angel's siren: she thought she was Angel's siren.
They had just got some ice creams. Angel had chocolate and she had vanilla. Angel was dealing with his with ease, she thought jealously probably due to his colder hands. Her warm hands were making hers dribble and she needed two hands to stop it from dripping on her dress. Angel still had one free and was holding her tightly through the material of her dress.
They had been walking like this for what seemed like ages. Their silence speaking volumes.
They were walking through Sunnydale Park both grinning like idiots when suddenly a vampire jumped out at them from behind the bushes. Una raised an eyebrow and gave him a withering look.
"Sorry to bother you folks," he tipped his cowboy hat apologetically and ran off.
"What was that?" Angel asked her; unaware of the look she had given the vamp.
"You're a vampire, I'm a demon - guess he figures he's out-numbered."
"Yeah," Angel said, slightly uneasy.
"You've finished your ice cream."
"Yeah," he said smiling, not wanting her to know he'd discreetly dropped it in a trashcan to have both hands free.
"Mind if we sit down," she asked indicating a picnic table. "I've got to the part where I bite the bottom off the cone, and *that* requires concentration."
They sat on the bench some way away from each other.
"So, what's up with you? What's happened in your life?"
"Well I became a vampire - lost my soul, got my soul back, lost it, got it back, went to hell, came back."
"So you're pretty much the same except two hundred and fifty years older. Oops!"
The ice cream had chosen that moment to fall out of the bottom of the cone. She had to dart quickly away so it didn't fall on her dress. It still fell on the bench so she was left sitting so close to Angel she was practically on his lap.
"Well," she said licking her fingertips, "that's the end of that."
"So," said Angel, sliding an arm around her, "what's happened with you?"
"I've just hung out," she said. Angel had taken her hand and was tracing circles on the palm with his index finger, just that little contact was so, well it made it hard to concentrate on what she was saying anyway.
"And how old are you?"
"Older then time itself."
"And you've just hung out?"
She laughed. "I can knit, and play the guitar, and do all those things people never have time to get round learn."
"Anything else?"
"I can lay bricks, and climb trees, and mine for coal, and fix cars, and make furniture, and -"
"Yeah, I get the idea."
"It's getting light, how about I walk you home."
He helped her up off the bench and they walked in silence holding hands and leaning into each other.
They reached Angel's gate.
"This is it."
"Oh," she said looking up at it.
"Your hair's coming down."
"Yeah, it's only stable for a few hours, then I have to do it again."
He walked behind her and started taking out the pins one by one releasing waterfalls of long back shiny hair.
"There," he said, standing back to admire his handiwork.
"Thanks," and smiled at him.
"Well, bye Angel," she said, starting to leave.
"Wait, aren't you gonna come in?"
"Not on the first date Angel, I'm not that kind of girl."
"No I didn't mean that," Angel said, blushing furiously. "I just wanted to talk some more."
"Well that's very, very sweet Angel, but I want to go home now."
"Well where do you live? I'll pick you up, how does tomorrow at sundown sound."
"Lovely," she said sadly, "but I live very far away and I have to go back there now."
"What?" Angel said his eyes searching hers for an answer.
"I've really enjoyed today. But I don't want to stay here with you."
"Why? Did I say something? Did I do something?" He was holding both her hands and looking at her earnestly.
"Angel, I'm not going to lie to you," avoiding his gaze, "so don't ask me why. It's not like I'm never coming back. Because I will, eventually."
Angel dropped her hands and stepped away from her.
"So this is it. I've been waiting for you all my life, I get you for one day then you go."
"Angel," she said softly, tears on her cheeks. "I'm going to go now."
She stepped towards him and placed her hand on his arm. Standing on tiptoe she leaned forward to kiss his cheek. At the last moment Angel turned his head and kissed her properly. He felt her initial surprise and resistance but then she kissed him back. He closed his arms around her and cuddled her against him. Kissing her more and more deeply. Then she wriggled free and stepped backwards quickly, tripping over her own feet. She was shaking and breathing heavily and a glance at him confirmed that he was in the same state.
"Stay," he pleaded.
"No," and she ran away, leaving Angel staring helplessly after her.
She ran, her sight blurred by the tears, and ran straight into someone's chest.
"I'm sorry I'll -"
"No, it's okay, you're upset," and he rested her head on his shoulder, exposing her neck. Spike vamped out and prepared to go in for the kill.
And as he considered her neck Una wondered what would have happened if she had told him the truth.
Now that I've met you
Would you object to
Never seeing each other again
'Cause I can't afford to
Climb aboard you
No one's got that much ego to spend
So don't work your stuff
Because I've got troubles enough
No, don't pick on me
When one act of kindness could be
Deathly
Deathly
Definitely
'Cause I'm just a problem
For you to solve and
Watch dissolve in the heat of your charm
But what will you do when
You run it through and
You can't get me back on the farm
So don't work your stuff
Because I've got troubles enough
No, don't pick on me
When one act of kindness could be
Deathly
Deathly
Definitely
You're on your honour
'Cause I'm a goner
And you haven't even began
So do me a favour
If I should waver
Be my savoir
And get out the gun
Just don't work your stuff
Because I've got troubles enough
No, don't pick on me
When one act of kindness could be
Deathly
Deathly
Definitely