The Only Gift Worth Giving You
Chapter Three
Sunnydale Memorial Mental Ward
Summary: While Buffy visits her father at the end of season one, he's sent to help a friend of Sweetling's, via Whistler calling him. Where else would the friend be?
Disclaimer: Yeah, right. I wish. UPN,WB, the evil bitch monsters of death at FOX, and the creative genius Joss Whendon.
Dedication: This goes out to Cara and Patience.
Yeah, Sweetling had some deep problems that she didn't let show. Kinds like Faith, except that Sweetling didn't go crazy and kill people. But, while I was learned to cope in the human world: finding butcher shops, buying an apartment, and other tasks that as Angelus, or, the crazy homeless man I was, didn't have a need for, Sweetling became a good friend. She didn't ask questions. Which is what I needed then.
After Sweetling decided that I had a chance with you, I went to Sunnydale. And you know the rest. I met you..... and knew that just maybe there was a reason for living.
After defeating the Master and leaving for your father's, I was left with three months of waiting for your return. Unlike other lesser demons. I don't like Willie's as much as they do. However, Whistler took care of that with a simple phone call.....
Angel sat lounged on his couch, reading the first edition of "Alice in Wonderland" and thinking that if Buffy Anne Summers, the love of his undead life, saw him reading this, she would laugh herself to death.
Cursing to himself, he threw the book across his spartan style apartment. The spine hit the wall, cracking. He felt like the 15 year old teenagers he saw at the Bronze sometimes. Caring about every action they performed, and wondering what the person they liked would think. One more priceless book ruined, he thought as he got up and picked the torn book up, tossing it into the garbage as he heard the phone ring.
"Hello?" he answered, hoping with most of his soul that Buffy was on the other end.
"What a great way to answer your phone, " the male voice said , laughing.
"what do you want, Whistler?" Angel growled, not happy that the demon was taking up valuable phone time, in which Buffy might call, and cursing himself for even caring.
"I need a favor."
"Goodbye Whis-"
"It's a favor for Sweetling, " Whistler said quickly, knowing that Angel would at least listen if he mentioned his kid sister.
"Five minutes."
"Give me three," Whistler said jokingly. "She's got this friend, Mike. He moved to the little town you're in now. Sunnyhell? Anyway, he's been admitted to the mental ward there. Thanks to Sweetling's great hacking skills, she knows why."
"And why does her kooky friend have anything to do with me?" Angel asked, annoyed.
"Because, pal, he's claimed to have been attacked by Angelus. And, I'm pretty sure you've been on the cover of Sanity Fair lately. Sweetling is asking for you to check it out."
Sighing, Angel knew that he would be making a trip to Sunnydale Memorial. He could never say no to Sweetling. At least, when she asked for a favor that he could do. Without causing him bodily harm.
"Tell Sweetling she owes me a lot. A very large owe," Angel said, picking up a legal pad, scribbling down the information Whistler gave him.
The high pitched screams of some female greeted him when he arrived at the Sunnydale Memorial Mental Ward. Eying the nurse that was escorting him, he noticed that she didn't even blink as she lead him to a room, talking about something that he didn't bother paying attention to.
"He's been rather....upset, lately. Saying that Angelus is dead, but not really." Giving a nervous laugh, the nurse gestured to the young man sitting Indian style on the bed. Smiling at Angel, she left.
The young man, Mike, looked around 19, wearing a baggy black t-shirt and worn blue jeans, bared foot and clutching his knees. Angel couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that this was the exact opposite of the other friends of Sweetling's that he had met.
"Why did you get rid of Angelus?" Mike asked softly as Angel sat in a nearby chair.
"How do you know who I am?"
Mike smiled sheepishly, blushing like a thirteen year old girl meeting the Backstreet Boys.
"I did my thesis on you, at the Watcher's Council," he admitted, looking down. Angel stared at him, not sure of his reaction to the young man's words. Why on earth would Sweetling send him to a mental hospital to meet someone that was obviously perfectly sane?
As Mike watched him, an idea formed in Angel's mind. Sweetling was always saying that she needed to set up a friend of hers......
"I think you have the wrong idea, " Angel said suddenly, as Mike placed a hand on his knee. "I'm involved with someone. A girl, for that matter," he stammered as he quickly rose to his feet. Mike stood, frowning.
"I've done a lot of research on Angelus, and honey, he swung both ways. Sine you are the same person....." Mike smiled, winking. "Thought we might get along."
"No, Angelus and I are not the same person, and I'm straight!" Angel stated once again, walking out the door and the hospital, thinking of ways to kill Sweetling, and how he could ask Giles to remove those volumes of the Watcher's Diaries that mentioned that part of Angelus's colorful history.
Chapter Three
Sunnydale Memorial Mental Ward
Summary: While Buffy visits her father at the end of season one, he's sent to help a friend of Sweetling's, via Whistler calling him. Where else would the friend be?
Disclaimer: Yeah, right. I wish. UPN,WB, the evil bitch monsters of death at FOX, and the creative genius Joss Whendon.
Dedication: This goes out to Cara and Patience.
Yeah, Sweetling had some deep problems that she didn't let show. Kinds like Faith, except that Sweetling didn't go crazy and kill people. But, while I was learned to cope in the human world: finding butcher shops, buying an apartment, and other tasks that as Angelus, or, the crazy homeless man I was, didn't have a need for, Sweetling became a good friend. She didn't ask questions. Which is what I needed then.
After Sweetling decided that I had a chance with you, I went to Sunnydale. And you know the rest. I met you..... and knew that just maybe there was a reason for living.
After defeating the Master and leaving for your father's, I was left with three months of waiting for your return. Unlike other lesser demons. I don't like Willie's as much as they do. However, Whistler took care of that with a simple phone call.....
Angel sat lounged on his couch, reading the first edition of "Alice in Wonderland" and thinking that if Buffy Anne Summers, the love of his undead life, saw him reading this, she would laugh herself to death.
Cursing to himself, he threw the book across his spartan style apartment. The spine hit the wall, cracking. He felt like the 15 year old teenagers he saw at the Bronze sometimes. Caring about every action they performed, and wondering what the person they liked would think. One more priceless book ruined, he thought as he got up and picked the torn book up, tossing it into the garbage as he heard the phone ring.
"Hello?" he answered, hoping with most of his soul that Buffy was on the other end.
"What a great way to answer your phone, " the male voice said , laughing.
"what do you want, Whistler?" Angel growled, not happy that the demon was taking up valuable phone time, in which Buffy might call, and cursing himself for even caring.
"I need a favor."
"Goodbye Whis-"
"It's a favor for Sweetling, " Whistler said quickly, knowing that Angel would at least listen if he mentioned his kid sister.
"Five minutes."
"Give me three," Whistler said jokingly. "She's got this friend, Mike. He moved to the little town you're in now. Sunnyhell? Anyway, he's been admitted to the mental ward there. Thanks to Sweetling's great hacking skills, she knows why."
"And why does her kooky friend have anything to do with me?" Angel asked, annoyed.
"Because, pal, he's claimed to have been attacked by Angelus. And, I'm pretty sure you've been on the cover of Sanity Fair lately. Sweetling is asking for you to check it out."
Sighing, Angel knew that he would be making a trip to Sunnydale Memorial. He could never say no to Sweetling. At least, when she asked for a favor that he could do. Without causing him bodily harm.
"Tell Sweetling she owes me a lot. A very large owe," Angel said, picking up a legal pad, scribbling down the information Whistler gave him.
The high pitched screams of some female greeted him when he arrived at the Sunnydale Memorial Mental Ward. Eying the nurse that was escorting him, he noticed that she didn't even blink as she lead him to a room, talking about something that he didn't bother paying attention to.
"He's been rather....upset, lately. Saying that Angelus is dead, but not really." Giving a nervous laugh, the nurse gestured to the young man sitting Indian style on the bed. Smiling at Angel, she left.
The young man, Mike, looked around 19, wearing a baggy black t-shirt and worn blue jeans, bared foot and clutching his knees. Angel couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that this was the exact opposite of the other friends of Sweetling's that he had met.
"Why did you get rid of Angelus?" Mike asked softly as Angel sat in a nearby chair.
"How do you know who I am?"
Mike smiled sheepishly, blushing like a thirteen year old girl meeting the Backstreet Boys.
"I did my thesis on you, at the Watcher's Council," he admitted, looking down. Angel stared at him, not sure of his reaction to the young man's words. Why on earth would Sweetling send him to a mental hospital to meet someone that was obviously perfectly sane?
As Mike watched him, an idea formed in Angel's mind. Sweetling was always saying that she needed to set up a friend of hers......
"I think you have the wrong idea, " Angel said suddenly, as Mike placed a hand on his knee. "I'm involved with someone. A girl, for that matter," he stammered as he quickly rose to his feet. Mike stood, frowning.
"I've done a lot of research on Angelus, and honey, he swung both ways. Sine you are the same person....." Mike smiled, winking. "Thought we might get along."
"No, Angelus and I are not the same person, and I'm straight!" Angel stated once again, walking out the door and the hospital, thinking of ways to kill Sweetling, and how he could ask Giles to remove those volumes of the Watcher's Diaries that mentioned that part of Angelus's colorful history.