PG-13
Summary: Angel meets Buffys' family. Will he get the familial stamps' of approval?
Dedication: To every person who reads this story!! Also to all diehard B / A's! And even if you're not B / A, and you're
B / S, its all good! I think I'm gonna write some for you all later ;) Believe me, I'm kind of juggling between both relationships. Also to Will, the director of the musical! Thanks for casting me... you're real cool!!!
FAMILY
"So. Angel."
Joyce Summers' sat on the couch, Dawn curled up next to her, both holding their cocoa.
Joyce squeezed hers' a little tighter. She smiled what, to the casual observer, would seem pleasant.
Buffy, who was just coming downstairs, grimaced as she listened.
That tone in her voice. And, if Buffy was correct, the smile she just knew would be there.
The MOM mode.
Damn. I really liked this one, too.
As she came into the living room, she slyly glanced at Angel. He was good, she reasoned. Props for holding up against the Look of Death. Maybe there's hope for him yet, she thought, a smile spreading across her face.
Dawn whispered in her ear as Buffy sat between her and Angel. "I knew there was a reason you were whistling! He's hot, though..."
"Dawn!!!" Buffy tried glaring at her sister. Dawn just smiled innocently and sipped her cocoa.
Angel took a deep breath, and began his self-peptalk.
All right. This is for Buffy. If you approve with the fam... Buffy. Gorgeous, blonde Buffy.
Sigh. He smiled at her. She smiled back.
Joyce began anew. " So Angel. What do you do?"
Buffy broke in. "He's a student. A junior, am I right?" she looked at Angel questioningly. He nodded.
Joyce seemed pleased. "Oh. You seem older. Mature."
"Thank you ma'am."
Silence.
"What are your plans for college?"
Buffy watched as Angel took her mothers' questions in stride, everything from his college plans to his family background.
"Well, right now I play football. Varsity captain, two years. I love it and all, but," he leaned closer, " I really want to be a private detective. Work for the people, help those who need it. Football can get great scholarships, though..."
Joyce was intrigued. "Really? Buffy was a cheerleader at her old school. Since seventh grade, right up until he left. You know honey, maybe you should try out again."
Buffy seemed slow to reply. "Well... sure. I guess...I think I will!" She smiled brightly. "So Angel. You were telling us about your family origins?"
Angel continued. " My familys' Irish-Catholic. They immigrated here from Ireland about1917."
Dawn piped up. "Is that your real name?'
"Dawn!"
"I just wanted to know..."
Angel smiled at the youngest Summers'. "No. It's not. My real name is Angelus. But between me and you, I think that's more girly than just Angel... and Spike, my best friend, likes calling me 'Peaches' for some reason... I think when we were twelve, I slept over, and he did something to me when I was sleeping - " embarassed at the amused look on Buffys' face, he hastily said, " so that's that."
Dawn nodded, satisfied.
Joyce broke in," So what do your parents think about your future decisions?"
Instantly Angels' carefree spirits quickly darkened. His eyes were pained with grief as he looked up. " My mother... was killed. And my father, I don't... see him much anymore. He works. In L.A. Businessman."
Buffy, upset by this news, absentmindedly reached for his hand. He held it tightly. The other Summers' looked at their hands entwined. The two teenagers didn't notice.
"I'm sorry," Buffy murmered. "You couldn't have known," Angel softly replied.
Dawn was looking upset too. " We know what thats' like. Dads' always in L.A., too." Her eyes flashed with anger. "Why do they always forget about us? Don't they care?"
Joyce coughed slightly and stood. "Dawn, why don't you go up to bed? I'll come up in a second."
Dawn rose silently and began to walk towards the stairs, but all of a sudden she turned. She ran to Angel and enveloped him in a big hug. "I'm sorry." Then she ran just as fast up the stairs.
Joyce sat back down. " I'm truly sorry for the loss of your mother, Angel. And your father." Her eyes flashed as Dawns' had, then she calmed once more. "Who do you stay with now?"
Angel looked up, slightly brightening. "Spike, my best friend, is also my cousin. I stay with him and his parents, my aunt and uncle. Been with them since seventh grade, when...it happened."
The sound of Dawns' muffled crying floated down the stairs.
Joyce rose and went to shake Angels' hand. "It was nice to meet you, Angel. You seem like a fine young man." Her gaze flickered to her daughter, who still clasped his hand. "Buffy? I'm going to bed now. Why don't you sit with Angel for a while, then come to bed?"
Buffy smiled gratefully at her mother. "Thanks, Mom."
Joyce went up the stairs to try and comfort her daughter.
Angel and Buffy were left alone.
They sat, silent for a few minutes, then Buffy spoke.
"It still hurts, doesn't it? After all these years."
"Yes. It does."
Silence.
"My cousin... Celia. We were close, best friends. She died when we were eight. In a hospital. She seemed to... be getting better... and then..." She trailed off. "I was there. We were alone in the room when she died. I kept - I kept calling for someone, someone to save her, and I - I didn't know what was wrong, and I couldn't - couldn't --" The tears she had held back spilled silently down her cheeks. " I couldn't save her. Hospitals' still give me the wiggins."
Angel reached for her and held her close against his chest. He sat and stroked her hair, his own tears spilling over. After a few moments, she looked up at him. From her current position on his lap, it was pretty easy.
Her huge emerald eyes were slowly drying. " Thank you... nobody I've known... nobody in L.A... I never told anyone about what happened with Celia. Dawn doesn't even know." She reached up and began playing with his hair. She continued. " It's odd, isn't it? We've known each other for less then twenty-four hours and yet -- "
"I feel like I've known you forever," he finished. They stared at each other, smiles playing across their faces.
"Exactly," Buffy said softly.
Slowly, slowly, their lips met. The kiss was soft and sweet at first, but quickly deepened. Buffy moaned into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands played with her hair.
After what seemed like eons, yet was actually only a few minutes, Angel broke the kiss. Both breathing heavily, he leaned his brow on top of her head. They sat like that for a while.
All too soon, Angel took Buffy off of his lap and set her on the couch. She smiled lazily at him, like a cat. He smiled back.
"I should go now. Folks will be waiting."
Buffy pouted. "You really have to go?"
Apolegetically, he replied, " I really do. Damn it. I really wanted to stay, too," he gave her a wolfish grin as he pulled on his leather duster hung on the coat rack by the door. Buffy rose and walked to the door next to him. He began to walk out, then walked back to her and forcefully kissed her. Breathing hard, Buffy looked up at him, bewildered. He smiled down at her.
"I'll see you in school tomorrow?" he asked her hopefully. Buffy laughed. "You think I could stay away after this?"
"Good. Buffy -- "
"Yes?"
"Do you think we could do the coffee thing tomorrow night? Since it'll be Friday and all?"
"Sounds great."
"I'll pick you up at seven -thirty? How does that sound?"
"Still great."
"Alright then." Satisfied, Angel got into his car.
Buffy waved goodbye until his car was out of sight down the street.
Sighing, she closed the door. Leaning up against it, she had only one thought:
I have to call Willow!!!
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Hope everyone likes the B / A! I promise the other relationships will come very soon. Please R / R!!! I need everyones' input.... how do you like where its' going? Happy New Year, everyone!!! Party all around the globe!!!
Summary: Angel meets Buffys' family. Will he get the familial stamps' of approval?
Dedication: To every person who reads this story!! Also to all diehard B / A's! And even if you're not B / A, and you're
B / S, its all good! I think I'm gonna write some for you all later ;) Believe me, I'm kind of juggling between both relationships. Also to Will, the director of the musical! Thanks for casting me... you're real cool!!!
FAMILY
"So. Angel."
Joyce Summers' sat on the couch, Dawn curled up next to her, both holding their cocoa.
Joyce squeezed hers' a little tighter. She smiled what, to the casual observer, would seem pleasant.
Buffy, who was just coming downstairs, grimaced as she listened.
That tone in her voice. And, if Buffy was correct, the smile she just knew would be there.
The MOM mode.
Damn. I really liked this one, too.
As she came into the living room, she slyly glanced at Angel. He was good, she reasoned. Props for holding up against the Look of Death. Maybe there's hope for him yet, she thought, a smile spreading across her face.
Dawn whispered in her ear as Buffy sat between her and Angel. "I knew there was a reason you were whistling! He's hot, though..."
"Dawn!!!" Buffy tried glaring at her sister. Dawn just smiled innocently and sipped her cocoa.
Angel took a deep breath, and began his self-peptalk.
All right. This is for Buffy. If you approve with the fam... Buffy. Gorgeous, blonde Buffy.
Sigh. He smiled at her. She smiled back.
Joyce began anew. " So Angel. What do you do?"
Buffy broke in. "He's a student. A junior, am I right?" she looked at Angel questioningly. He nodded.
Joyce seemed pleased. "Oh. You seem older. Mature."
"Thank you ma'am."
Silence.
"What are your plans for college?"
Buffy watched as Angel took her mothers' questions in stride, everything from his college plans to his family background.
"Well, right now I play football. Varsity captain, two years. I love it and all, but," he leaned closer, " I really want to be a private detective. Work for the people, help those who need it. Football can get great scholarships, though..."
Joyce was intrigued. "Really? Buffy was a cheerleader at her old school. Since seventh grade, right up until he left. You know honey, maybe you should try out again."
Buffy seemed slow to reply. "Well... sure. I guess...I think I will!" She smiled brightly. "So Angel. You were telling us about your family origins?"
Angel continued. " My familys' Irish-Catholic. They immigrated here from Ireland about1917."
Dawn piped up. "Is that your real name?'
"Dawn!"
"I just wanted to know..."
Angel smiled at the youngest Summers'. "No. It's not. My real name is Angelus. But between me and you, I think that's more girly than just Angel... and Spike, my best friend, likes calling me 'Peaches' for some reason... I think when we were twelve, I slept over, and he did something to me when I was sleeping - " embarassed at the amused look on Buffys' face, he hastily said, " so that's that."
Dawn nodded, satisfied.
Joyce broke in," So what do your parents think about your future decisions?"
Instantly Angels' carefree spirits quickly darkened. His eyes were pained with grief as he looked up. " My mother... was killed. And my father, I don't... see him much anymore. He works. In L.A. Businessman."
Buffy, upset by this news, absentmindedly reached for his hand. He held it tightly. The other Summers' looked at their hands entwined. The two teenagers didn't notice.
"I'm sorry," Buffy murmered. "You couldn't have known," Angel softly replied.
Dawn was looking upset too. " We know what thats' like. Dads' always in L.A., too." Her eyes flashed with anger. "Why do they always forget about us? Don't they care?"
Joyce coughed slightly and stood. "Dawn, why don't you go up to bed? I'll come up in a second."
Dawn rose silently and began to walk towards the stairs, but all of a sudden she turned. She ran to Angel and enveloped him in a big hug. "I'm sorry." Then she ran just as fast up the stairs.
Joyce sat back down. " I'm truly sorry for the loss of your mother, Angel. And your father." Her eyes flashed as Dawns' had, then she calmed once more. "Who do you stay with now?"
Angel looked up, slightly brightening. "Spike, my best friend, is also my cousin. I stay with him and his parents, my aunt and uncle. Been with them since seventh grade, when...it happened."
The sound of Dawns' muffled crying floated down the stairs.
Joyce rose and went to shake Angels' hand. "It was nice to meet you, Angel. You seem like a fine young man." Her gaze flickered to her daughter, who still clasped his hand. "Buffy? I'm going to bed now. Why don't you sit with Angel for a while, then come to bed?"
Buffy smiled gratefully at her mother. "Thanks, Mom."
Joyce went up the stairs to try and comfort her daughter.
Angel and Buffy were left alone.
They sat, silent for a few minutes, then Buffy spoke.
"It still hurts, doesn't it? After all these years."
"Yes. It does."
Silence.
"My cousin... Celia. We were close, best friends. She died when we were eight. In a hospital. She seemed to... be getting better... and then..." She trailed off. "I was there. We were alone in the room when she died. I kept - I kept calling for someone, someone to save her, and I - I didn't know what was wrong, and I couldn't - couldn't --" The tears she had held back spilled silently down her cheeks. " I couldn't save her. Hospitals' still give me the wiggins."
Angel reached for her and held her close against his chest. He sat and stroked her hair, his own tears spilling over. After a few moments, she looked up at him. From her current position on his lap, it was pretty easy.
Her huge emerald eyes were slowly drying. " Thank you... nobody I've known... nobody in L.A... I never told anyone about what happened with Celia. Dawn doesn't even know." She reached up and began playing with his hair. She continued. " It's odd, isn't it? We've known each other for less then twenty-four hours and yet -- "
"I feel like I've known you forever," he finished. They stared at each other, smiles playing across their faces.
"Exactly," Buffy said softly.
Slowly, slowly, their lips met. The kiss was soft and sweet at first, but quickly deepened. Buffy moaned into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands played with her hair.
After what seemed like eons, yet was actually only a few minutes, Angel broke the kiss. Both breathing heavily, he leaned his brow on top of her head. They sat like that for a while.
All too soon, Angel took Buffy off of his lap and set her on the couch. She smiled lazily at him, like a cat. He smiled back.
"I should go now. Folks will be waiting."
Buffy pouted. "You really have to go?"
Apolegetically, he replied, " I really do. Damn it. I really wanted to stay, too," he gave her a wolfish grin as he pulled on his leather duster hung on the coat rack by the door. Buffy rose and walked to the door next to him. He began to walk out, then walked back to her and forcefully kissed her. Breathing hard, Buffy looked up at him, bewildered. He smiled down at her.
"I'll see you in school tomorrow?" he asked her hopefully. Buffy laughed. "You think I could stay away after this?"
"Good. Buffy -- "
"Yes?"
"Do you think we could do the coffee thing tomorrow night? Since it'll be Friday and all?"
"Sounds great."
"I'll pick you up at seven -thirty? How does that sound?"
"Still great."
"Alright then." Satisfied, Angel got into his car.
Buffy waved goodbye until his car was out of sight down the street.
Sighing, she closed the door. Leaning up against it, she had only one thought:
I have to call Willow!!!
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Hope everyone likes the B / A! I promise the other relationships will come very soon. Please R / R!!! I need everyones' input.... how do you like where its' going? Happy New Year, everyone!!! Party all around the globe!!!