Summary: Hyperion here we come!
Rating: PG Duh!
Spoilers: Tabula Rasa and Just before Connor leaves on Angel.
Descent into…
They were bringing Buffy home today. And as Cordelia put it Angel was just a little obsessed with making sure Buffy would be comfortable. And even though the fang gang put on a happy show around each other the tension was thick enough to cut. Angel was speaking to Cordelia in that clipped polite manner that spoke volumes about his anger towards her. Gunn and Fred were generally confused about the whole situation. And Wesley was worried that someone would explode. "Angel are you sure Buffy should stay here…with you…and uh, Connor?" Cordelia asked in the most tact filled way possible to her. "Yes I'm sure Cordelia, we've discussed this before. It's the best place for her." Angel spoke without actually looking at her. "Ya, ya I know we've discussed it but I don't think its necessary for her to stay…here. She would probably be more comfortable with the Scobbies." "I know this Cordelia but I spoke to Buffy about it and she said that she really didn't want to be around them while recovering." He growled in that quiet, calm way that scared Cordelia more. "End of discussion." He stalked to re-re-re- check everything. "Trouble's coming." Cordelia whispered to herself.
*
"Hey Dawn wait up!" Called Janice behind Dawn in an overly crowded school hallway.
"Oh, hey J what's the damage? Did you and Mike get into another of your fights to end all fights?" Asked an amused Dawn. "No, silly, but I've got huge news! Were getting a new girl! All the way from L.A." "Who would want to move here? Its freaking, Sunnyhell. Literally. "Dawn don't be so dramatic! You should be excited…because I looked at her permanent record in the office!" Janice sang in a singsong voice. "Really what is she like a freak?" "No, that's the weird part! She's a straight A student, even took college classes…" "So a geek?" "This is where it gets weirder, she's really pretty like model pretty, an ex-cheerleader the star in all of her school plays…" "Oh a cheerleader, ewww!" "No ex-cheerleader, apparently she is so funny she could do stand up comedy, plays like four different bands and is an awesome painter." "An over achiever, we have a winner?" "No its says in one of her reports she doesn't plan to go to college or anything like that. And not because she expects to be some huge star." Tre-weird, so she's a chic hipster, brain, artist, comedian, slacker?" "Bingo, Dawnie, how much you wanna bet she ends up ruling the school?" "Oh I'm sure she will and I bet she'll despise us." "Yep, were doomed." "Seems to be a running theme for me." They walked off to class towards the un-know.
**
"Buffy welcome home!" shouted the tenants of the Hyperion as Angel rolled her in. "Hi guys you didn't have to do this for me." Spoke the battered and broken slayer. "Oh its not much basically it was just us saying welcome home." Poured on a guilty cordelia. "Well…thanks." "Uh, Buffy what do you wanna do?" Angle nervously babbled. "Sleep would be good." Said Buffy with a lopsided grin. "Sleep it is!" Angel said as he wheeled Buffy to the elevator.
***
"Students, we have a new classmate with us today." Enthused the ninth grade English teacher. "Her name is Ashlee O'Connor, and she's joining us all the way from L.A." The English teacher grinned at her students. "She should be here any minute." As if on cue a girl walked in. Dawn looked at her in awe she wasn't just beautiful like some Britney Spears. She radiated power, confidence and a sense of maturity the ninth graders had yet to find themselves. She was dressed in a short leather mini skirt, spiked heels adorned each foot and a simple red t-shirt with a cartoon monkey en-circled her bodice. It was an odd combination but Dawn had the felling it fit there new student to a T. "So Ashlee tell us something about yourself." The teacher gushed. "Um, right… kay I'm from L.A. and I'm hear because I have to be. I'm not big on the conformity of public education." Ashlee said with a coy smirk. "Well why don't you talk a seat next to Dawn Summers." The teacher pointed. "Be happy too." The girl said with a cold glint in her eye."
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Angel and Buffy sat awkwardly in Buffy's new room. "Uh, I'm really tired I'd better just get to sleep." She spoke in that fake kinda of way. "Oh…uh sure I'll get out of your hair." Angel got up to leave. "No, wait…I need help to get into bed and change ya know." The awkward level zoomed to new breaking levels. "Right…" He moved back to Buffy concentrating completely on his task. Without looking in her eyes, he pulled her shirt over her head, pulled her thin hospital shoes and socks of her feet and slid her out of her paints. Still not once looking at her, he placed her under the cheap hotel covers and tucked her in. "If you need anything just yell and I'll be as quick as I can. And I'm sorry about the blankness of the room; I just did it in white because I didn't know what you'd of wanted. And…" he rambled as Buffy cut him off. "Angel everything's fine, perfect really, almost suspiciously perfect. "They granted each other tiny smiles. "Just one thing." She said as Angel's spirits plummeted." Could you stay with me awhile, I…uh…I don't trust myself to be alone anymore." She whispered. "Sure." He answered in the same hushed and forbidden like tone. He climbed into the soft bed with her and rapt her in his cold marble arms.
*****
Buffy again was swept up in a sea of dreams.
The girl that had been by her side in that first dream which was always remembered in the house of sleep. Was at her side again but was crying those copper tears of blood. She looked desperately at an un-moving Angel caught in the pain of anguish. And then the girl changed. Swept up into a nineteenth century costume a sword skewering her midsection she died. Again, rapped in a bodice of leather a fiery arrow encompassing her heart, she died. Again, wearing only but rags a vampire pierces her throat, she died. Again, in seventies wear in an alley she a stake slams into her chest, she died. Again and again Buffy was shown the girls death in many different ways in many different places in many different ways. But they were similar in one way. She had sacrificed herself every time. And she would always sacrifice herself. Forever. Buffy was swept up again to the room filled with the gauze worn women. She looked to her companion, crying tears of blood. "You know what you have to do." She whispered. Buffy walked towards Angelus, but did not stop there she went to her own fallen form, and knelt. Angelus knelt as well. Buffy lifted the hand that had held the girls to see bloody tears on it. Angelus did the same. They pressed their hands to the fallen slayers heart, blood pouring on her shirt…
******
Buffy awoke, and in a dreamland not far away so did a slayer.
*******
TBC…
A/N: please feedback I want to know what you think and what you think is going on!!!! Pwease!!
Rating: PG Duh!
Spoilers: Tabula Rasa and Just before Connor leaves on Angel.
Descent into…
They were bringing Buffy home today. And as Cordelia put it Angel was just a little obsessed with making sure Buffy would be comfortable. And even though the fang gang put on a happy show around each other the tension was thick enough to cut. Angel was speaking to Cordelia in that clipped polite manner that spoke volumes about his anger towards her. Gunn and Fred were generally confused about the whole situation. And Wesley was worried that someone would explode. "Angel are you sure Buffy should stay here…with you…and uh, Connor?" Cordelia asked in the most tact filled way possible to her. "Yes I'm sure Cordelia, we've discussed this before. It's the best place for her." Angel spoke without actually looking at her. "Ya, ya I know we've discussed it but I don't think its necessary for her to stay…here. She would probably be more comfortable with the Scobbies." "I know this Cordelia but I spoke to Buffy about it and she said that she really didn't want to be around them while recovering." He growled in that quiet, calm way that scared Cordelia more. "End of discussion." He stalked to re-re-re- check everything. "Trouble's coming." Cordelia whispered to herself.
*
"Hey Dawn wait up!" Called Janice behind Dawn in an overly crowded school hallway.
"Oh, hey J what's the damage? Did you and Mike get into another of your fights to end all fights?" Asked an amused Dawn. "No, silly, but I've got huge news! Were getting a new girl! All the way from L.A." "Who would want to move here? Its freaking, Sunnyhell. Literally. "Dawn don't be so dramatic! You should be excited…because I looked at her permanent record in the office!" Janice sang in a singsong voice. "Really what is she like a freak?" "No, that's the weird part! She's a straight A student, even took college classes…" "So a geek?" "This is where it gets weirder, she's really pretty like model pretty, an ex-cheerleader the star in all of her school plays…" "Oh a cheerleader, ewww!" "No ex-cheerleader, apparently she is so funny she could do stand up comedy, plays like four different bands and is an awesome painter." "An over achiever, we have a winner?" "No its says in one of her reports she doesn't plan to go to college or anything like that. And not because she expects to be some huge star." Tre-weird, so she's a chic hipster, brain, artist, comedian, slacker?" "Bingo, Dawnie, how much you wanna bet she ends up ruling the school?" "Oh I'm sure she will and I bet she'll despise us." "Yep, were doomed." "Seems to be a running theme for me." They walked off to class towards the un-know.
**
"Buffy welcome home!" shouted the tenants of the Hyperion as Angel rolled her in. "Hi guys you didn't have to do this for me." Spoke the battered and broken slayer. "Oh its not much basically it was just us saying welcome home." Poured on a guilty cordelia. "Well…thanks." "Uh, Buffy what do you wanna do?" Angle nervously babbled. "Sleep would be good." Said Buffy with a lopsided grin. "Sleep it is!" Angel said as he wheeled Buffy to the elevator.
***
"Students, we have a new classmate with us today." Enthused the ninth grade English teacher. "Her name is Ashlee O'Connor, and she's joining us all the way from L.A." The English teacher grinned at her students. "She should be here any minute." As if on cue a girl walked in. Dawn looked at her in awe she wasn't just beautiful like some Britney Spears. She radiated power, confidence and a sense of maturity the ninth graders had yet to find themselves. She was dressed in a short leather mini skirt, spiked heels adorned each foot and a simple red t-shirt with a cartoon monkey en-circled her bodice. It was an odd combination but Dawn had the felling it fit there new student to a T. "So Ashlee tell us something about yourself." The teacher gushed. "Um, right… kay I'm from L.A. and I'm hear because I have to be. I'm not big on the conformity of public education." Ashlee said with a coy smirk. "Well why don't you talk a seat next to Dawn Summers." The teacher pointed. "Be happy too." The girl said with a cold glint in her eye."
****
Angel and Buffy sat awkwardly in Buffy's new room. "Uh, I'm really tired I'd better just get to sleep." She spoke in that fake kinda of way. "Oh…uh sure I'll get out of your hair." Angel got up to leave. "No, wait…I need help to get into bed and change ya know." The awkward level zoomed to new breaking levels. "Right…" He moved back to Buffy concentrating completely on his task. Without looking in her eyes, he pulled her shirt over her head, pulled her thin hospital shoes and socks of her feet and slid her out of her paints. Still not once looking at her, he placed her under the cheap hotel covers and tucked her in. "If you need anything just yell and I'll be as quick as I can. And I'm sorry about the blankness of the room; I just did it in white because I didn't know what you'd of wanted. And…" he rambled as Buffy cut him off. "Angel everything's fine, perfect really, almost suspiciously perfect. "They granted each other tiny smiles. "Just one thing." She said as Angel's spirits plummeted." Could you stay with me awhile, I…uh…I don't trust myself to be alone anymore." She whispered. "Sure." He answered in the same hushed and forbidden like tone. He climbed into the soft bed with her and rapt her in his cold marble arms.
*****
Buffy again was swept up in a sea of dreams.
The girl that had been by her side in that first dream which was always remembered in the house of sleep. Was at her side again but was crying those copper tears of blood. She looked desperately at an un-moving Angel caught in the pain of anguish. And then the girl changed. Swept up into a nineteenth century costume a sword skewering her midsection she died. Again, rapped in a bodice of leather a fiery arrow encompassing her heart, she died. Again, wearing only but rags a vampire pierces her throat, she died. Again, in seventies wear in an alley she a stake slams into her chest, she died. Again and again Buffy was shown the girls death in many different ways in many different places in many different ways. But they were similar in one way. She had sacrificed herself every time. And she would always sacrifice herself. Forever. Buffy was swept up again to the room filled with the gauze worn women. She looked to her companion, crying tears of blood. "You know what you have to do." She whispered. Buffy walked towards Angelus, but did not stop there she went to her own fallen form, and knelt. Angelus knelt as well. Buffy lifted the hand that had held the girls to see bloody tears on it. Angelus did the same. They pressed their hands to the fallen slayers heart, blood pouring on her shirt…
******
Buffy awoke, and in a dreamland not far away so did a slayer.
*******
TBC…
A/N: please feedback I want to know what you think and what you think is going on!!!! Pwease!!