Title: Boy of Fact and Fiction [1/?]
Author: Reni
Premise/Summary: Came from Jills' Challenge: Buffy and Angel are
living together. Darla shows up with a baby.
Timeline: The Future
Rating: R-possible language
Spoilers: AtS s3
Pairing: B/A
Distrobution: If you already have my fics you can have this one
to. If you don't take it but tell me where you are putting it.
Feedback: I wouldn't say no.
****
Buffy walked back into the apartment whipping the dust off her
cloths. As she shut the door her eyes glanced around the room
looking for any sign of life. Before walking in she know Angel
wasn't home but it always seemed like their apartment was always
having somebody drop by. Either it was Wesley to inform Angel
that they have tracked down a new demon nesting spot, or it was
Cordelia to come and comb through her make-up and hair supplies,
again.
When Buffy found that nobody was in the apartment she breathed
a sigh of relief. Very rarely did she have time to herself. Or
even just time alone with Angel.
Walking through the hall toward her bedroom she peeled the
sweater off her body and walked to the closet grabbing a loose
fitting t-shirt letting it fall over her. Buffy quickly shimmied
out of her pants and slipped into a pair of black wind-pants.
Throwing her hair up into a loose pony-tail she made her way
back out to the living room where she let herself fall into
the big fluffy couch.
As soon as she hit the cushions Buffy could feel sleep
beginning to talk her. But that was one thing she always
refused to do. If Angel was out she would stay up until
he returned. Just to be sure that he was safe. As she barried
herself deeper into the folds of the couch her eyes slowly
began to close, as she struggled to stay awake.
Buffy's eyes closed this time not opening back up when there was
a sudden knock on her door. Buffy's eyes snapped open as she
sat up in a hurry. Wasting no time she ran to the door expecting
the worst. When she opened the door she was beyond words.
There standing before he was a little boy of about six years old
with dirty blond hair and baby blue eyes. Buffy's eyebrows flexed
in confusion as the little boy held up a small piece of paper.
"Bye" The boy smiled as he waved and ran back down the hall. Turning
the paper over in her hands she found 'Angel' written in calligraphy
on the back of the paper. Her fingers inspected the fold and the
creases as she wanted desperately to find out what it said.
As her fingers played with the seal, Angel walked up the hall toward
their apartment with a battle axe in his hands. "Buffy what are
you doing in the doorway?"
"This kid...did you see a little boy on your way in?"
"No I didn't, why?" Angel looked at Buffy in confusion as he ushered
her into their apartment.
"This kid handed me this...it's for you..." Buffy handed him the paper
name side down.
"How do you know?"
"Turn it over..." When Angel flipped the paper he found his name written
in a to familiar fashion. Breaking the seal Angels eyes quickly fell
on the words written before him.
Buffy peered at the letter from around his arm and saw the words she had
never before seen. "What does it say? I can't read it."
Angel closed the paper a look of confusion on his face. "It's Gaelic"
"Okay, but what does it say? Come on Angel. This strange kid comes
to the door and hands me this paper and now you won't tell me what
it says?"
Angel turning the paper in his hands. "According to this that boy
is my son."
"But Angel that's impossible. You and I both know it. Who sent this?"
"Darla."
****
I know it's short but I didn't want to get to far into it then not have
any place to stop it for the chapter. hehe
Reni
Author: Reni
Premise/Summary: Came from Jills' Challenge: Buffy and Angel are
living together. Darla shows up with a baby.
Timeline: The Future
Rating: R-possible language
Spoilers: AtS s3
Pairing: B/A
Distrobution: If you already have my fics you can have this one
to. If you don't take it but tell me where you are putting it.
Feedback: I wouldn't say no.
****
Buffy walked back into the apartment whipping the dust off her
cloths. As she shut the door her eyes glanced around the room
looking for any sign of life. Before walking in she know Angel
wasn't home but it always seemed like their apartment was always
having somebody drop by. Either it was Wesley to inform Angel
that they have tracked down a new demon nesting spot, or it was
Cordelia to come and comb through her make-up and hair supplies,
again.
When Buffy found that nobody was in the apartment she breathed
a sigh of relief. Very rarely did she have time to herself. Or
even just time alone with Angel.
Walking through the hall toward her bedroom she peeled the
sweater off her body and walked to the closet grabbing a loose
fitting t-shirt letting it fall over her. Buffy quickly shimmied
out of her pants and slipped into a pair of black wind-pants.
Throwing her hair up into a loose pony-tail she made her way
back out to the living room where she let herself fall into
the big fluffy couch.
As soon as she hit the cushions Buffy could feel sleep
beginning to talk her. But that was one thing she always
refused to do. If Angel was out she would stay up until
he returned. Just to be sure that he was safe. As she barried
herself deeper into the folds of the couch her eyes slowly
began to close, as she struggled to stay awake.
Buffy's eyes closed this time not opening back up when there was
a sudden knock on her door. Buffy's eyes snapped open as she
sat up in a hurry. Wasting no time she ran to the door expecting
the worst. When she opened the door she was beyond words.
There standing before he was a little boy of about six years old
with dirty blond hair and baby blue eyes. Buffy's eyebrows flexed
in confusion as the little boy held up a small piece of paper.
"Bye" The boy smiled as he waved and ran back down the hall. Turning
the paper over in her hands she found 'Angel' written in calligraphy
on the back of the paper. Her fingers inspected the fold and the
creases as she wanted desperately to find out what it said.
As her fingers played with the seal, Angel walked up the hall toward
their apartment with a battle axe in his hands. "Buffy what are
you doing in the doorway?"
"This kid...did you see a little boy on your way in?"
"No I didn't, why?" Angel looked at Buffy in confusion as he ushered
her into their apartment.
"This kid handed me this...it's for you..." Buffy handed him the paper
name side down.
"How do you know?"
"Turn it over..." When Angel flipped the paper he found his name written
in a to familiar fashion. Breaking the seal Angels eyes quickly fell
on the words written before him.
Buffy peered at the letter from around his arm and saw the words she had
never before seen. "What does it say? I can't read it."
Angel closed the paper a look of confusion on his face. "It's Gaelic"
"Okay, but what does it say? Come on Angel. This strange kid comes
to the door and hands me this paper and now you won't tell me what
it says?"
Angel turning the paper in his hands. "According to this that boy
is my son."
"But Angel that's impossible. You and I both know it. Who sent this?"
"Darla."
****
I know it's short but I didn't want to get to far into it then not have
any place to stop it for the chapter. hehe
Reni
