Part 5/?
"She's gone." Joyce mumbled. "I really though we had broken through."
Her tears upset Angel, because he knew. He knew that she left because she wanted to; because he couldn't admit to loving her. He felt the connection, but how could he say he loved a stranger? He couldn't. And he was sorry, but he knew he'd have to get on with his life. No tears came from him, but he was bitter.
*
Buffy walked slowly, not wanting to pass by his crypt. She *hated* him. She hated him with a firey passion. Leaves rustled in the distance, and her muscles tensed, ready for a fight, ready for the kill. She'd missed the hunting, going out every night, fighting evil. She knew that she couldn't have staying long in the other reality. It would have killed her, not only to not be with Angel, but not being able to fight. Not being able to kill. As plain and simple, and brutal as it was, she loved it. Faith had once said she loved knowing she was going to win, and Buffy did love it. It fed her, it kept her going, knowing she was going to win. It had crashed in upon her once, but she was back. Maybe, then, she hadn't even wanted to win.
The vampire, who had been crouching in the bushes, snarled and charged at her. With one, easy motion she knocked him to the ground. He flipped to his feet, but she was ready. Maybe she really was going through the motions. Her right hand connected with his nose, and she heard the crunch of bone. Blood spurted from his nose, and while he was distracted, she slammed the stake into his unbeating heart. Dust rained down on her, and she had to sheild her eyes. 'Going through the motions,' she thought to herself.
*
Angel sat silently, Connor was gone, gone forever. God only knew where, and God didn't love Angel. God wasn't going to give Connor back. Cordy had came back, and Groo still followed her around like a puppy dog. Sure, they were sad for him, and for Connor, but their many attempts at cheering him up always failed. Only one other person could help him now, and she was off limits. One true moment of happiness, that was always the trigger, wasn't it? He missed her. He hadn't seen her since that night they met in the middle. Not being near her was killing him. It hadn't hurt last year, he'd been too busy with Darla and Drusilla, but once he had 'alone' time, he thought about her often. Too often. The memories of times good and bad came and went, and with each a new set of tears. He knew she still loved him. She had said so when they met in the middle. They had shared a loving kiss, maybe it had been their last.
Lorne sat in a chair, out of sigh of Angel. He could see him, though, and he knew he was greif stricken. No one had been able to help Angel, because they didn't know how to get Connor back. But, it seemed to Loren, that something else was bothering him.
Angel continued to stare mindlessly at the blank wall in front of him. There was no use, nothing could cheer him up. Unaware of Lorne behind him, he bagan to sing. He said good bye to the only person he had ever loved.
// Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to //
Lorne sat attentively as Angel finished the chorus of a song. He knew exactly what was wrong. Angel missed Buffy. He thought Buffy was the only person who could cheer him up. Buffy. One word said it all, and it meant the world to Angel. Lorne cleared his throat, to show his presense.
"Lorne," Angel choked out. "I didn't know you were here."
"Save it, sweetcakes, I heard you singing, and I know you want her back."
Angel only nodded sadly.
"And, I know the problem, she's in Sunnydale, you're in LA, she's the Slayer, you're a vampire. There's this whole big curse thing, ya da ya da ya da..." Lorne said, smiling gently.
"Yeah," Angel nodded again. "If only there was something I could do."
"There is my friend, there is." Loren chuckled. "We just need to have a little talk with the Oracles. I know more that you think I do."
"What?" Angel asked, confused.
"I said, 'We just need to have a little talk with the Oracles. I know more that you think I do.' And then, you asked, 'What?' The point is, we talk to the Oracles, and we see what they can do about that curse."
"The Oracles are dead, they were killed almost two years ago." Angel said.
"New Oracles replaced them immeadiately, and they have all the knowledge of the previous ones." Lorne explained. "I've delt with them many times."
"I was turned into a human once, by a Mohra demon's life-giving blood." Angel said weakly. "But, I wasn't strong, I couldn't help Buffy, I nearly got killed, so I asked them to turn me back."
"I know dear, it was all in your song." Lorne said, patting him on the back.
*
Buffy sat lazily in front of the TV, starring at it. It was blank, it wasn't even on. Her eyes starred at it, but her mind was elsewhere. It was with her Angel. God only knew why he didn't want her. Her thoughts wandered to her *real* Angel in LA. What was he doing, what had happened to him in the time it had been since they had met in the middle. Did he still love her?
Suddenly, a light flashed before her. Two figures stepped forward. "Warrior, you have been summonded, by the Oracles. Come now, and find peace." The femal said.
Buffy nodded, knowing exactly what was happening. Angel had summonded the Oracles. He had told her about them. And, although she did not trust them, she followed, knowing she's see her Angel on the other side. Her Angel, her *real* Angel.
TBC...If ya like!!
Also, "Goodbye to You," is property of Michelle Branch, who rocks!! If you've never heard her songs before, you need to!!
We're getting close the happy B/A ending. Will she be able to get back together with her *real* Angel? I know it's hard to believe that this actually took place in a different reality, but don't be confused, she's back in the BtVS reality for good!
"She's gone." Joyce mumbled. "I really though we had broken through."
Her tears upset Angel, because he knew. He knew that she left because she wanted to; because he couldn't admit to loving her. He felt the connection, but how could he say he loved a stranger? He couldn't. And he was sorry, but he knew he'd have to get on with his life. No tears came from him, but he was bitter.
*
Buffy walked slowly, not wanting to pass by his crypt. She *hated* him. She hated him with a firey passion. Leaves rustled in the distance, and her muscles tensed, ready for a fight, ready for the kill. She'd missed the hunting, going out every night, fighting evil. She knew that she couldn't have staying long in the other reality. It would have killed her, not only to not be with Angel, but not being able to fight. Not being able to kill. As plain and simple, and brutal as it was, she loved it. Faith had once said she loved knowing she was going to win, and Buffy did love it. It fed her, it kept her going, knowing she was going to win. It had crashed in upon her once, but she was back. Maybe, then, she hadn't even wanted to win.
The vampire, who had been crouching in the bushes, snarled and charged at her. With one, easy motion she knocked him to the ground. He flipped to his feet, but she was ready. Maybe she really was going through the motions. Her right hand connected with his nose, and she heard the crunch of bone. Blood spurted from his nose, and while he was distracted, she slammed the stake into his unbeating heart. Dust rained down on her, and she had to sheild her eyes. 'Going through the motions,' she thought to herself.
*
Angel sat silently, Connor was gone, gone forever. God only knew where, and God didn't love Angel. God wasn't going to give Connor back. Cordy had came back, and Groo still followed her around like a puppy dog. Sure, they were sad for him, and for Connor, but their many attempts at cheering him up always failed. Only one other person could help him now, and she was off limits. One true moment of happiness, that was always the trigger, wasn't it? He missed her. He hadn't seen her since that night they met in the middle. Not being near her was killing him. It hadn't hurt last year, he'd been too busy with Darla and Drusilla, but once he had 'alone' time, he thought about her often. Too often. The memories of times good and bad came and went, and with each a new set of tears. He knew she still loved him. She had said so when they met in the middle. They had shared a loving kiss, maybe it had been their last.
Lorne sat in a chair, out of sigh of Angel. He could see him, though, and he knew he was greif stricken. No one had been able to help Angel, because they didn't know how to get Connor back. But, it seemed to Loren, that something else was bothering him.
Angel continued to stare mindlessly at the blank wall in front of him. There was no use, nothing could cheer him up. Unaware of Lorne behind him, he bagan to sing. He said good bye to the only person he had ever loved.
// Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to //
Lorne sat attentively as Angel finished the chorus of a song. He knew exactly what was wrong. Angel missed Buffy. He thought Buffy was the only person who could cheer him up. Buffy. One word said it all, and it meant the world to Angel. Lorne cleared his throat, to show his presense.
"Lorne," Angel choked out. "I didn't know you were here."
"Save it, sweetcakes, I heard you singing, and I know you want her back."
Angel only nodded sadly.
"And, I know the problem, she's in Sunnydale, you're in LA, she's the Slayer, you're a vampire. There's this whole big curse thing, ya da ya da ya da..." Lorne said, smiling gently.
"Yeah," Angel nodded again. "If only there was something I could do."
"There is my friend, there is." Loren chuckled. "We just need to have a little talk with the Oracles. I know more that you think I do."
"What?" Angel asked, confused.
"I said, 'We just need to have a little talk with the Oracles. I know more that you think I do.' And then, you asked, 'What?' The point is, we talk to the Oracles, and we see what they can do about that curse."
"The Oracles are dead, they were killed almost two years ago." Angel said.
"New Oracles replaced them immeadiately, and they have all the knowledge of the previous ones." Lorne explained. "I've delt with them many times."
"I was turned into a human once, by a Mohra demon's life-giving blood." Angel said weakly. "But, I wasn't strong, I couldn't help Buffy, I nearly got killed, so I asked them to turn me back."
"I know dear, it was all in your song." Lorne said, patting him on the back.
*
Buffy sat lazily in front of the TV, starring at it. It was blank, it wasn't even on. Her eyes starred at it, but her mind was elsewhere. It was with her Angel. God only knew why he didn't want her. Her thoughts wandered to her *real* Angel in LA. What was he doing, what had happened to him in the time it had been since they had met in the middle. Did he still love her?
Suddenly, a light flashed before her. Two figures stepped forward. "Warrior, you have been summonded, by the Oracles. Come now, and find peace." The femal said.
Buffy nodded, knowing exactly what was happening. Angel had summonded the Oracles. He had told her about them. And, although she did not trust them, she followed, knowing she's see her Angel on the other side. Her Angel, her *real* Angel.
TBC...If ya like!!
Also, "Goodbye to You," is property of Michelle Branch, who rocks!! If you've never heard her songs before, you need to!!
We're getting close the happy B/A ending. Will she be able to get back together with her *real* Angel? I know it's hard to believe that this actually took place in a different reality, but don't be confused, she's back in the BtVS reality for good!