Brief Hesitation
This is just a short fic that came to me while I was thinking about how "Buffy" and "Angel" ended this year. I don't claim ownership to anything. "Buffy" and "Angel" are properties of Mutant Enemy
'Cordelia's been gone for over 20 hours. She could be dead by now.' Kept running through Angel's mind. He paced anxiously around his office as Wesley desperately looked through his books to find a way into Pylea. Angel couldn't stand waiting; it was an old bad habit he developed while Angellus was in residence for over a hundred years.
'What if we don't make it back home' He thought. 'We could go to this demon dimension and be stuck there permanently or we could end up dying there.' Angel sat down at his new desk, took out a sheet of paper and started to write.
Buffy,
I don't know how to tell you this, but If after receiving this letter, you cannot get in touch with me for a long time, that means that I am probably gone forever.
Cordelia was transported to a demon dimension called Pylea about twenty hours ago. Wesley is looking for a way to get there so we can bring her back. There is a good chance if we go there we can not come back, or we won't live long enough to come back home.
I know running off to some other dimension sounds foolish, but I cannot turn my back on the innocents of this world, even Cordelia. You were right when you told me that we don't belong to ourselves. I am writing to you now to tell you these things and to tell you that I still and will always care about you.
I want you to know that my love for you has carried me through many dark times. I grieved for Joyce and for your family. I have known misery Buffy, and I want to spare you all of it. That is why I am leaving now.
Yours forever,
Angel
Angel finished the letter and sealed it in an envelope. Wesley walked into the office and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Angel, I think I have it." Wesley said. "Give me ten to fifteen minutes to check my references, and then I'll explain how we can get there without being separated." Wesley said; an anxious edge clung to his voice.
"Thanks, Wesley" Angel said dryly. He looked down at the letter and decided to leave a message for Gunn.
***
Angel, Wesley, and The Host were ready to leave. Angel ran back to his office to grab his leather coat. He saw the completed letter on the desk. He picked it up. He held it to his chest for a moment in hesitation. He strode towards the door, letter in hand. He paused a moment in the doorjamb and let the letter fall into the wastebasket.
'Of course we are coming back' He thought with silent determination.