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A/N, Darla isn't pregnant, Giles didn't leave, basically anything after "The Gift" and "Theres No Place Like Plrtz Glrb" Never happened.
Dedication- This is out to Azurite whom actually reviewed!!!!!!! Thank ya's a bunch:) I feel all giggly. Oh and to Roni and Willow (Obviously not Willow Rosenburg I am not that delusional) if they come and read like I told them to.
Another A/N- My writing is crappy but take a chance then review or e-mail me its up there some where *frantically points up*
"So the poof just went poof?" Spike asked in a tight black shirt and rugged jeans leaning against a pole in the Hyperion.
"Well not 'poof' as you disappearing poof, or you know dusty poof, I mean I turn my back and look back he's all vanished." Cordelia Chase said playing with one of her nails, close to emotional breaking, she was a little past worried about Angel. Maybe Spike had a chip in his head, and maybe he watched over Buffy's little sister after she died, but sure as hell , he was annoying.
"Well he does that." Fred pointed out.
"Yeah with Buffy," Willow swallowed. "You know stealthy walking up and stealthily disappear." Willow said.
"Yeah that's dead-Angel for ya. But he wouldn't just not come back" Xander said. It didn't feel right two years after Buffy's death he finally was getting over his grudge for Angel. Sensing his discomfort, Anya clutched his hand, her engagement ring cold on his hand.
"We wouldn't have called you from Sunnydale, if there was no need for alarm." Wesley said.
"But where do we start English? He's been gone for two weeks, the last time he was gone so long when he was you know grieving." Gunn said, he didn't want to hurt this group of friend she had, they were like family her death still a open wound to them, waiting for painful salt.
"I don't know." Giles said honestly answering the young man's question removing his glasses and cleaning them on his shirt, replacing them back on the bridge of his nose, in his Gile-sy way. They were scattered (Fang gang, scoobies, the slayerettes...) through out Angel's hotel all sitting negative Spike.
"Maybe without Buffy he doesn't want to be here." Dawn said quietly. She was slightly taller, wore baggier, darker clothes and make-up, clunky jewelry/belts and filled out more for the sixteen-year-old she was, but she was still the little girl they always thought they knew.
"He hasn't done anything crazy about that Buffy girl in two years though." Fred said. It nearly took her that long to regain her sanity.
They all heard the crash enlisted from Angel's room rushing to get there. What they found nearly made there hearts stop (for those who beated). Angel and Buffy close to on top of each other, Buffy in the clothes she was in when she plummeted from the tower, and Angel in the ones he disappeared in through they didn't change that much. (in my mind Angel will always wear black) They were severely bloodied and bruised, appearing to be in a sleeping state. Both of the gangs rubbed their eyes and heads trying to comprehend the scene laid out in front of them. Even those who never knew Buffy, it was no doubt she was the girl perfectly conformed in Angel's arms. All stood in silent shock. Buffy was the first to stir then Angel. "What- huh I am dead!" They said in union.
"I think we're both here." Angel confirmed.
"You're hurt." They once said again in harmony. Angel still painfully lying down, took his right index and middle finger to her neck finding a steady rhythm un
der it. The gangs watched the exchange the former lovers had in awe frozen in place. "You're definitely alive." Angel assured. Buffy's eyes went wide as she completed the same motion he did to her.
"So are you!" She exclaimed. He looked at her confused as she carefully moved to feel his heart. Angel suddenly realized he needed to breathe, not doing it so he wasn't exclude, it made him feel closer to humanity.
"Not possible I should be dead, I felt this searing pain..." Angel said:
"Shanshu"
Wesley and Cordy both thought but could not find their voices. Buffy raised herself painfully, slightly above him putting her hand on his heart.
"You are." She whispered. She took his hand under hers putting it on his heart to.
"See." She whispered again. His large hand under her small one was searing hot. She raised her battered body slightly more pushing her back smiling at him.
"You're human, were both alive." She said. They both winced in pain helping each other sit against the wall. They finally acknowledged everyone else's presence.
"We're back." Angel said. "Really back. Apparently" Buffy said, confused, but she didn't mean just physically but emotionally as well. They all broke contact as Willow turned around and whispered.
"Oz." They gangs moved so Buffy and Angel could see the short, some what werewolf, hands stuffed in pockets of old jeans a orange shirt, and now red hair with blue tips.
Feedback- Retrogirl@superheros.as
A/N, Darla isn't pregnant, Giles didn't leave, basically anything after "The Gift" and "Theres No Place Like Plrtz Glrb" Never happened.
Dedication- This is out to Azurite whom actually reviewed!!!!!!! Thank ya's a bunch:) I feel all giggly. Oh and to Roni and Willow (Obviously not Willow Rosenburg I am not that delusional) if they come and read like I told them to.
Another A/N- My writing is crappy but take a chance then review or e-mail me its up there some where *frantically points up*
"So the poof just went poof?" Spike asked in a tight black shirt and rugged jeans leaning against a pole in the Hyperion.
"Well not 'poof' as you disappearing poof, or you know dusty poof, I mean I turn my back and look back he's all vanished." Cordelia Chase said playing with one of her nails, close to emotional breaking, she was a little past worried about Angel. Maybe Spike had a chip in his head, and maybe he watched over Buffy's little sister after she died, but sure as hell , he was annoying.
"Well he does that." Fred pointed out.
"Yeah with Buffy," Willow swallowed. "You know stealthy walking up and stealthily disappear." Willow said.
"Yeah that's dead-Angel for ya. But he wouldn't just not come back" Xander said. It didn't feel right two years after Buffy's death he finally was getting over his grudge for Angel. Sensing his discomfort, Anya clutched his hand, her engagement ring cold on his hand.
"We wouldn't have called you from Sunnydale, if there was no need for alarm." Wesley said.
"But where do we start English? He's been gone for two weeks, the last time he was gone so long when he was you know grieving." Gunn said, he didn't want to hurt this group of friend she had, they were like family her death still a open wound to them, waiting for painful salt.
"I don't know." Giles said honestly answering the young man's question removing his glasses and cleaning them on his shirt, replacing them back on the bridge of his nose, in his Gile-sy way. They were scattered (Fang gang, scoobies, the slayerettes...) through out Angel's hotel all sitting negative Spike.
"Maybe without Buffy he doesn't want to be here." Dawn said quietly. She was slightly taller, wore baggier, darker clothes and make-up, clunky jewelry/belts and filled out more for the sixteen-year-old she was, but she was still the little girl they always thought they knew.
"He hasn't done anything crazy about that Buffy girl in two years though." Fred said. It nearly took her that long to regain her sanity.
They all heard the crash enlisted from Angel's room rushing to get there. What they found nearly made there hearts stop (for those who beated). Angel and Buffy close to on top of each other, Buffy in the clothes she was in when she plummeted from the tower, and Angel in the ones he disappeared in through they didn't change that much. (in my mind Angel will always wear black) They were severely bloodied and bruised, appearing to be in a sleeping state. Both of the gangs rubbed their eyes and heads trying to comprehend the scene laid out in front of them. Even those who never knew Buffy, it was no doubt she was the girl perfectly conformed in Angel's arms. All stood in silent shock. Buffy was the first to stir then Angel. "What- huh I am dead!" They said in union.
"I think we're both here." Angel confirmed.
"You're hurt." They once said again in harmony. Angel still painfully lying down, took his right index and middle finger to her neck finding a steady rhythm un
der it. The gangs watched the exchange the former lovers had in awe frozen in place. "You're definitely alive." Angel assured. Buffy's eyes went wide as she completed the same motion he did to her.
"So are you!" She exclaimed. He looked at her confused as she carefully moved to feel his heart. Angel suddenly realized he needed to breathe, not doing it so he wasn't exclude, it made him feel closer to humanity.
"Not possible I should be dead, I felt this searing pain..." Angel said:
"Shanshu"
Wesley and Cordy both thought but could not find their voices. Buffy raised herself painfully, slightly above him putting her hand on his heart.
"You are." She whispered. She took his hand under hers putting it on his heart to.
"See." She whispered again. His large hand under her small one was searing hot. She raised her battered body slightly more pushing her back smiling at him.
"You're human, were both alive." She said. They both winced in pain helping each other sit against the wall. They finally acknowledged everyone else's presence.
"We're back." Angel said. "Really back. Apparently" Buffy said, confused, but she didn't mean just physically but emotionally as well. They all broke contact as Willow turned around and whispered.
"Oz." They gangs moved so Buffy and Angel could see the short, some what werewolf, hands stuffed in pockets of old jeans a orange shirt, and now red hair with blue tips.