Title: Sparks Part 2
Category: Buffy/Angel, Buffy POV
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Angel realises what he always knew.
Timeline/Spoilers: Spoilers for season 3 of Angel in a vague way. Set sometime in the future, Angel's human, a few years on from the current seasons. You can find part one at fanfiction.net if you haven't read it. I can't update my stories for a week due to a hardware failure at the site and when I can update them,
Disclaimer: If they were mine then in this story Buffy wouldn't be bitter, Angel wouldn't be suddenly now realising hey I still loves Buffy and so on. Sadly though they're not mine and I'm starting to think the people who own them are smoking crack.
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback. Would love it, treasure it, adore it. Let me know if you liked/want more or post a review if you're reading this at ff.net. pipergal33@yahoo.co.uk
Distribution: Fanfiction.net, Wild Horses, SU, B/A lists, anywhere else sure take it just ask first.
AN: Well you guys wanted another part so I wrote one. Pretty short again. Buffy POV this time and maybe if you want more then I'll write what actually happens, *g*. Thinking of one more part after this, I have a plan for an angsty miserable one and a plan for a kinda angsty but then happy ending one. Not sure which to do, let me know what you think.
Part 2
I think I wanted him to see me. I think I babysat Sophy for Anya and Xander way too much, took her around the whole of LA, because I wanted to see him. Just to look at him and say hey I'm happy now. Screw you, Angel. Ain't it strange I'm still mad at him? It's not the Cordelia thing that made me the angriest, it was the fact he never visited or called or spoke to me at all. As though we were never anything to each other. You'd think we'd have something to say to each other after all this time. Hell, we used to have everything to say to each other. But now, there must be something we could talk about. Like how've you been? Been sleeping with any of my other classmates from High School recently? Me? Well I slept with Spike.
Something like that.
I didn't count on actually running into him. I thought about it and I imagined it but I didn't think it would really happen. And then a couple of weeks ago it did. I saw him in the street and it wasn't anything like I'd pictured it. I stopped because I couldn't breathe. He looked at me and then at Sophy and in all my imaginings I hadn't pictured the look on his face. I felt guilty. Terrible. It wasn't as though I lied to him or anything. He just jumped to the obvious conclusion - but you see, I think I wanted him to jump to conclusions. I wanted him to look shattered and he did and it was nothing like the victory I'd imagined.
I probably looked shattered too. That's how I felt. Oh how I should have left things alone. The past is the past and it's over but I had to interfere and now things are...confusing. I knew he would come. That sixth sense I used to have about where Angel was, how I could always sense him - turns out I still have it. He took his time in coming but eventually he did. I wonder if he's going to come in or just sit out there in that car and wait for something. The kind of something I wasted my time waiting for. That something that's never going to happen.
I wonder if I should go out there and yell at him. Ask him what the hell he's doing here. Tell him to leave me alone. Or if I should say hi and invite him in like it's no big deal. Or act surprised like I didn't even know he was in LA. God I don't know, what I do know is that suddenly the past has hit me hard in the face and it hurts.
Most importantly I wonder why I care so much. I thought I'd stopped caring about him long ago. I was wrong. I do care even though I'd rather not. That's why I wanted him to see I was doing alright on my own, yell at him for all the things I wanted him to do, because I care. Why else would what he thinks and does bother me? So I care. It's not that big a deal. It makes sense that I care. He was the love of my life, my soulmate and all that bullshit.
Oh I never used to think it was bullshit. I really believed in it. Things change though and now I can't think of the past without thinking what a fool I was. Back then everything seemed so easy. We were going to live happily ever after in my idyllic sixteen year old vision of the future. I was wrong about that too.
I thought the past was over and done with. Now though, now the past is here and it's not as over as I had thought. Maybe I wanted this but what I'm supposed to do, I don't know. I sit down at my kitchen table and I want to call someone. Angel was the person I used to call, long ago, when these strange things happened. I hear a noise outside and I know he's opening the door of the car. I don't move.
Tbc?
Pipergal33@yahoo.co.uk
Category: Buffy/Angel, Buffy POV
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Angel realises what he always knew.
Timeline/Spoilers: Spoilers for season 3 of Angel in a vague way. Set sometime in the future, Angel's human, a few years on from the current seasons. You can find part one at fanfiction.net if you haven't read it. I can't update my stories for a week due to a hardware failure at the site and when I can update them,
Disclaimer: If they were mine then in this story Buffy wouldn't be bitter, Angel wouldn't be suddenly now realising hey I still loves Buffy and so on. Sadly though they're not mine and I'm starting to think the people who own them are smoking crack.
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback. Would love it, treasure it, adore it. Let me know if you liked/want more or post a review if you're reading this at ff.net. pipergal33@yahoo.co.uk
Distribution: Fanfiction.net, Wild Horses, SU, B/A lists, anywhere else sure take it just ask first.
AN: Well you guys wanted another part so I wrote one. Pretty short again. Buffy POV this time and maybe if you want more then I'll write what actually happens, *g*. Thinking of one more part after this, I have a plan for an angsty miserable one and a plan for a kinda angsty but then happy ending one. Not sure which to do, let me know what you think.
Part 2
I think I wanted him to see me. I think I babysat Sophy for Anya and Xander way too much, took her around the whole of LA, because I wanted to see him. Just to look at him and say hey I'm happy now. Screw you, Angel. Ain't it strange I'm still mad at him? It's not the Cordelia thing that made me the angriest, it was the fact he never visited or called or spoke to me at all. As though we were never anything to each other. You'd think we'd have something to say to each other after all this time. Hell, we used to have everything to say to each other. But now, there must be something we could talk about. Like how've you been? Been sleeping with any of my other classmates from High School recently? Me? Well I slept with Spike.
Something like that.
I didn't count on actually running into him. I thought about it and I imagined it but I didn't think it would really happen. And then a couple of weeks ago it did. I saw him in the street and it wasn't anything like I'd pictured it. I stopped because I couldn't breathe. He looked at me and then at Sophy and in all my imaginings I hadn't pictured the look on his face. I felt guilty. Terrible. It wasn't as though I lied to him or anything. He just jumped to the obvious conclusion - but you see, I think I wanted him to jump to conclusions. I wanted him to look shattered and he did and it was nothing like the victory I'd imagined.
I probably looked shattered too. That's how I felt. Oh how I should have left things alone. The past is the past and it's over but I had to interfere and now things are...confusing. I knew he would come. That sixth sense I used to have about where Angel was, how I could always sense him - turns out I still have it. He took his time in coming but eventually he did. I wonder if he's going to come in or just sit out there in that car and wait for something. The kind of something I wasted my time waiting for. That something that's never going to happen.
I wonder if I should go out there and yell at him. Ask him what the hell he's doing here. Tell him to leave me alone. Or if I should say hi and invite him in like it's no big deal. Or act surprised like I didn't even know he was in LA. God I don't know, what I do know is that suddenly the past has hit me hard in the face and it hurts.
Most importantly I wonder why I care so much. I thought I'd stopped caring about him long ago. I was wrong. I do care even though I'd rather not. That's why I wanted him to see I was doing alright on my own, yell at him for all the things I wanted him to do, because I care. Why else would what he thinks and does bother me? So I care. It's not that big a deal. It makes sense that I care. He was the love of my life, my soulmate and all that bullshit.
Oh I never used to think it was bullshit. I really believed in it. Things change though and now I can't think of the past without thinking what a fool I was. Back then everything seemed so easy. We were going to live happily ever after in my idyllic sixteen year old vision of the future. I was wrong about that too.
I thought the past was over and done with. Now though, now the past is here and it's not as over as I had thought. Maybe I wanted this but what I'm supposed to do, I don't know. I sit down at my kitchen table and I want to call someone. Angel was the person I used to call, long ago, when these strange things happened. I hear a noise outside and I know he's opening the door of the car. I don't move.
Tbc?
Pipergal33@yahoo.co.uk