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A/N: set in "Helpless".
Buffy looked over at Angel, wondering what was wrong. He'd seemed fine when she first came over; he'd given her her birthday present, she'd said thanks, but then it sort of petered out.
"I'm sorry I'm not really a talky person tonight. It's just suddenly there's this chance that my calling's a wrong number, and it's just freaking me out a little." she explained.
"hmmm" Angel replied, staring into the fire. What was with him tonight?
"what if I've lost my power?" she asked trying to get a reply.
"You lived a long time without it. You can do it again." He replied coldly.
"Well that's comforting," she murmured to herself. "I think I'll go now." She said it with just a touch of hurt pride in her voice; she was upset, he should be too.
She got up and started to leave, but he just caught her wrist.
"Buffy," he said, looking up at her.
"Yeah," she answered softly, feeling herself being drawn into his melancholy eyes, despite herself.
He got up slowly, and she stood watching him.
"I'm sorry" He wrapped his arms around her. "I've just had a lot to think about."
"Me too," mentally breathing a sigh of relief, at least *she* hadn't done anything to upset him. "Like if I can't live without my powers. I've seen too much. I know what goes bump in the night. Not being able to fight it... What if I just hide under my bed, all scared and helpless? Or what if I just become pathetic? Hanging out at the old Slayer's home, talking people's ears off about my glory days, showing them Mr. Pointy, the stake I had bronzed.
"Buffy, you could never be helpless or boring, not even if you tried."
"Don't be so sure. Before I was the Slayer, I was, well, I, I don't wanna say shallow, but, let's say a certain person, who will remain nameless, we'll just call her Spordelia, looked like a classical philosopher next to me. Angel, if I'm not the Slayer, what do I do? What do I have to offer? Why would you like me?"
"I saw you before you became the Slayer." He said it so softly she could hardly hear him.
"What?" He stroked her hair, as if trying to calm her. She wriggled free of his grasp and looked at him. "What?" she repeated.
"I watched you, and I saw you called. It was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked down the steps and I loved you."
"Why?" she wasn't able to look into his eyes anymore, it was all too confusing
"'cause I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see. (walks to her) And I worried that it would be bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life I wanted to keep it safe... to warm it with my own."
Buffy looked at him, surrendering herself, feeling herself fall, once again, into the spell of his eyes. "Bye Angel, I love you."
She placed a lingering hand on his chest, then left.
She made a quick detour to pick up her weapons then was ready for a night of patrolling.
Wait, was that, no it couldn't be, Spike would never arrive without an entrance, kidnapping her friends or something like that, she crept closer, no it was definitely him but, Buffy frowned, who was that with him.
At the sight of the girl Buffy felt a flicker of recognition, something she couldn't quite get a hold of. Oh well, she'd probably just sat next to her in on the bus or something.
She levelled her crossbow.
"Spike step away from the girl with your hands up."
The girl turned to look at Buffy.
"Fuck off Slayer"
Hope you liked it, I'll be writing more soon, if I get any reviews that is.
A/N: set in "Helpless".
Buffy looked over at Angel, wondering what was wrong. He'd seemed fine when she first came over; he'd given her her birthday present, she'd said thanks, but then it sort of petered out.
"I'm sorry I'm not really a talky person tonight. It's just suddenly there's this chance that my calling's a wrong number, and it's just freaking me out a little." she explained.
"hmmm" Angel replied, staring into the fire. What was with him tonight?
"what if I've lost my power?" she asked trying to get a reply.
"You lived a long time without it. You can do it again." He replied coldly.
"Well that's comforting," she murmured to herself. "I think I'll go now." She said it with just a touch of hurt pride in her voice; she was upset, he should be too.
She got up and started to leave, but he just caught her wrist.
"Buffy," he said, looking up at her.
"Yeah," she answered softly, feeling herself being drawn into his melancholy eyes, despite herself.
He got up slowly, and she stood watching him.
"I'm sorry" He wrapped his arms around her. "I've just had a lot to think about."
"Me too," mentally breathing a sigh of relief, at least *she* hadn't done anything to upset him. "Like if I can't live without my powers. I've seen too much. I know what goes bump in the night. Not being able to fight it... What if I just hide under my bed, all scared and helpless? Or what if I just become pathetic? Hanging out at the old Slayer's home, talking people's ears off about my glory days, showing them Mr. Pointy, the stake I had bronzed.
"Buffy, you could never be helpless or boring, not even if you tried."
"Don't be so sure. Before I was the Slayer, I was, well, I, I don't wanna say shallow, but, let's say a certain person, who will remain nameless, we'll just call her Spordelia, looked like a classical philosopher next to me. Angel, if I'm not the Slayer, what do I do? What do I have to offer? Why would you like me?"
"I saw you before you became the Slayer." He said it so softly she could hardly hear him.
"What?" He stroked her hair, as if trying to calm her. She wriggled free of his grasp and looked at him. "What?" she repeated.
"I watched you, and I saw you called. It was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked down the steps and I loved you."
"Why?" she wasn't able to look into his eyes anymore, it was all too confusing
"'cause I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see. (walks to her) And I worried that it would be bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life I wanted to keep it safe... to warm it with my own."
Buffy looked at him, surrendering herself, feeling herself fall, once again, into the spell of his eyes. "Bye Angel, I love you."
She placed a lingering hand on his chest, then left.
She made a quick detour to pick up her weapons then was ready for a night of patrolling.
Wait, was that, no it couldn't be, Spike would never arrive without an entrance, kidnapping her friends or something like that, she crept closer, no it was definitely him but, Buffy frowned, who was that with him.
At the sight of the girl Buffy felt a flicker of recognition, something she couldn't quite get a hold of. Oh well, she'd probably just sat next to her in on the bus or something.
She levelled her crossbow.
"Spike step away from the girl with your hands up."
The girl turned to look at Buffy.
"Fuck off Slayer"
Hope you liked it, I'll be writing more soon, if I get any reviews that is.