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(A.N.: Okay, this is the chapter where I think I borrowed the most dialogue from the film, out of all the chapters, as before, it isn't mine.)
5. Hope?
Things never last I guess. I should probably stop trusting the world to allow us our happiness'. Then of course, those who do get it have to go through inevitable heartbreak and pain and everything just to have a chance at happiness. The system sure doesn't work for some people, or if it does; it's damn screwed up.
"Hey Angel, did you get any more diapers when you did the shopping today?" I asked as I carried a sleeping James to his crib. I heard Angel breathe in sharply,
"I'm sorry love, I knew there was something I forgot, I'll go to the store tomorrow." He said, popping his head round the door of the nursery.
"We kind of need them now-ish, I'll go get them. Get some air before bed."
"Still a night person." He stated smiling.
"Always I think. See you in a bit." I drove to the nearest store and bought the exorbitantly priced diapers. When I got back outside I tightened my coat around me, as the air seemed to get colder with every passing minute.
"Well look at you, got all domestic huh Buffy?" I froze, though this time not because of the weather. I knew that voice and even though I knew it was pretty pointless I prayed that it wasn't who I knew it was. My worst suspicions were confirmed when I turned and saw her. Even the possibility of her presence was enough to make me feel both sick and desperately sad at the same time. I knew why she was here but I so didn't want it to be true.
"Hope. I can't go back, I can't do it. You can't do this to me."
"You figured some stuff out huh?"
"You can't do this, you can't keep coming into peoples lives and messing them up like this, it's not right."
"A glimpse by definition is an impermanent thing Buffy, an brief, incomplete view. You've had your time, you've figured things out and now it's time."
"No." I walked past her back to the van and drove home. It was snowing again, like it had that night and I couldn't believe it. I put the newly bought diapers in the cupboard in the nursery and gazed at James, my beautiful baby. I couldn't bear to leave, it felt like my heart was being ripped out and being placed through a shredding machine, over and over again.
"Bye Ashley, my baby, I love you." She stirred slightly as I sat on her bed.
"Is it morning yet?" She asked though practically asleep.
"No baby, go back to sleep." She smiled,
"See you soon mommy." She mumbled before she went back to dream land. I wished that she were right. I wanted to stay here forever but I knew that I couldn't. I got up and walked from her room. When I got to our bedroom, he was reading.
"Hey, everything okay?" I nodded and sat by him.
"I love you."
"I love you."
"Angel, I need you to remember me like this forever. Like I am now, because if you don't, it's like this never happened and I don't think I could live with that." He nodded though I don't think he really understood what I was going on about. "Promise me?" I think he just thought I was tired but I didn't expect him to understand. I didn't really.
"I promise Buffy, are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm okay." I smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss, a last kiss. "Promise me again?"
"I promise you Buffy." I smile at him and give him a hug.
"Come to bed?" He asked as I paused at the door to our bedroom.
"Not long." I tell him and he went back to his book. I stare at the TV for hours, and I know I'm going to fall asleep, I'm just trying to hold on to this when I know I can't. It would be too hard to go to sleep with him in the same bed and then wake up.alone. The endless cups of coffee don't seem to be helping. At least this way I'll know I held on for as long as I could, I'd have that.
The phone woke me; it was Jules, saying something about my class today, too many people had said that they couldn't make it so she cancelled it. She thought I'd be mad but I wasn't. For a while I wondered why she was calling me so early but apparently she'd tried the night before but hadn't had any answer. It was only when I put the phone down that it hit me. What had really happened and it felt like my heart fell about a thousand feet. I didn't have that anymore, I didn't have Angel or Ash or James or anything really.
Wait, what was Jules going on about? My classes for Christmas Eve, that was months ago. And realisation dawned on me; they just put me back where I left. Nothing had changed for anyone else, but everything had changed for me and things are going to be very different.
I fell over myself getting dressed, this time taking care over what I wore and I was just putting on my coat when there was a knock at the door. I hoped beyond hope that it was Angel but when I saw Michael I realised how stupid that was. Why would he be here? But then, what was Michael doing here? I saw the familiar depositing of his gifts on the table and his advance on me but I stopped him.
"I thought we all ready did this?" I ask him though a second later I realised he hadn't been back here this Christmas, to him at least.
"Did what?" He asked, looking a little dejected.
"Ended it." I regretted saying it so harshly but that's how it came out, I was too impatient to get out of the door. I told him I was sorry and to keep his gifts, and like before he didn't seem too surprised or hurt. It had never been serious.
The drive into LA seemed to take forever. I actually had this over whelming urge to go to Sunnydale, to our house. But I knew it was stupid, it wasn't there, so I was going to see if I could find someone who was here. Angel. I rang Jules on the way to tell her I couldn't come in and to ask that since I didn't have any other classes could she close up the centre. I said I had something to do and told her to have a great Christmas. She seemed a little surprised; I'd never been very Christmassy before. I guess I was regaining some magical Christmas hope.
Thankfully the library was open, and I decided that was the best place since their computer network had access to things I couldn't get on from a remote server. I began searching for anything that I thought could lead me to him. His address, anything that might be helpful, unfortunately there was no records that linked him to his previous residence, the Hyperion Hotel so then I began thinking that maybe he was using another name now that he was human. I vaguely remember Willow telling me he was an artist and that he wasn't going by Angel anymore, at least as far as his work was concerned. Well maybe he was using Liam Leighton as well, since it had been his name originally. I realise I've heard of him, I guess I just never thought about it enough to link them, to realise that he was Angel. I'm too good at blocking everything out I guess. He's so going to think I'm crazy. What am I going to say? I don't think I'll think about it and see what happens, I'll only make myself very nervous if I try to prepare what to say to him.
I just knew I needed to talk to him. You know I think I really messed up somewhere, who was I kidding? I wasn't happy, not like I'd imagined I could be before, not like I'd wanted to be with Angel. Not like I was there. That was what I wanted, wanted more than anything.
Yes, I'm successful, I have my own business and I'm proud of it I guess, but what is success when you have no one to share it with? What I do know though is that I cannot go on like I have been doing. Even if he won't listen to me or if he doesn't want to or can't try again with me, and I wouldn't really blame him after what I did, I know I have to change my life. Even if Angel weren't in it, though I don't want to think about that either, or maybe I should, maybe it would make rejection easier to take, though I doubt it. Anyway, I needed to find him first.
And then there he was, his address and personal gallery and other places his work was exhibited. The number of people I almost knocked over on the way out of the library, I'll be lucky if I don't get sued, but then I have a lawyer for a sister. I suddenly feel very guilty about Dawn and not trying to see her more and be in her life more, but I decided that everything was going to change and it will. I just needed to talk to Angel first.
It's a nice building. I park up and don't have any trouble getting in because the door's open, there's removal men with boxes and I suddenly know that it's Angel who's going. When I got to his apartment I was greeted abruptly by a small man in a black suit, he was on the phone.
"What do you want? Are you from the.?" He took a closer look at me and something flickered across his face. Recognition? Well I don't know; I'd never met him before.
"Hi, I'm looking for Liam, I'm.." Instead of letting me continue or continuing himself he turned to another guy taping a box up.
"Hey Danny, there's some girl here to see Liam." The way he said 'some girl' told me again that he knew who I was and was pretending he didn't. Danny then rounded a corner and told him,
"Hey Liam, there's some girl here to see you." And he came into my view. Still as gorgeous as ever, aging was certainly being kind to him.
"Buffy."
"An.Liam." He smiled at me, though in a vague distracted kind of way. "Can you be careful with that?" He asked two large removal men as they attempted to move a big box. And then he turned back to me. "Buffy, what are you doing here?"
"Um, I, what's going on anyway?" I asked, gesturing towards another pile of boxes.
"I'm moving, to Paris." He announced smiling; I forced a smile to conceal my shock.
"Paris? Paris, France?"
"One and the same, I think Europe will inspire me and my publicist thinks it's a good idea, but then he loves the money." He paused, his smile fading, "I don't mean to be rude or anything Buffy, but why are you here?" Okay, direct and to the point. I could handle that.
"I thought that maybe.would you like to get a cup of coffee?" I stopped not sure whether I could actually do what I came to do. He was moving to Paris, wasn't that a huge sign that I was too late? But then, I'd come this far and I couldn't give it up unless there was no chance anymore. I walked a little nearer him. "Do you ever think about us Angel, sorry Liam?"
"You can still call me Angel, Liam is just for the work really. I'm not sure whether the world was ready for a guy called Angel."
"Oh I don't know I never thought it was weird." Okay, banter was good, but he'd totally side stepped my question. "Angel?" He knew that I was asking the question again. He looked slightly conflicted before replying,
"If you're ever in Paris, give me a call and we'll go out for that coffee." Well it wasn't the answer I'd been looking for but what did I expect him to do? Let me fall into his arms and tell me how much he still loved me. Well it wasn't likely after what I'd done. And how likely was it that I would ever be in Paris? He knew it wasn't very probable.
"I got you on the 7 o'clock flight." I vaguely heard someone say and I decided I'd better go before I made a fool of myself.
"I hope you like living in Paris." I tell him before slowly making my way out. I actually felt a tear roll down my cheek. I hadn't cried in so long, well it was a start, though it wasn't exactly the one I'd hoped for. But he seems happy so that's good.
At home I let the tears come freely as I went through some old pictures and things. A movie ticket stub, the book of poetry he gave me for my eighteenth birthday, I remember what he said.
"Why'd you seem more excited last year when you got a severed arm in a box?"
He said he loved me from the first moment he saw me. I was just hoping.. I love those poems. I used to read them all the time when we were apart. I've missed them since I locked him away in the back of my mind. When I next look at the clock I realise how late it is. And all I can think about is getting to that airport before it really is too late.
When I finally made it to the airport, I parked very badly and I ran, looking for the flight to Paris. They were already boarding when I got there.
"Angel! Don't go; don't get on that plane." I shouted across to him in the boarding queue, he looked around in surprise. "There'll be another flight tonight, just, a cup of coffee that's all I'm asking." He reluctantly moved out of the queue and walked towards me. Looking slightly puzzled.
"Buffy, what are you doing here? Do you need closure? 'Cause if you do.I'm okay, I'm fine. I wasn't for a long time, I was heartbroken but I'm moved past it somehow. You should have that too. You can have that." He turned around and headed straight for the front of the queue. For a split second I turned away, almost defeated but I knew if I was going to do something, it had to be now.
"I did, I did have it Angel, I didn't think about it, but then. I had a glimpse." Shouting again over a load of people to him. He looked at me quizzically for a minute and I heard him sigh; the kind that comes from very deep inside. When he looked back up at me I could see into his eyes again. He was going to go, and I couldn't let him, I knew we could still have something if only..
"We have a house in Sunnydale," I said loudly, he stopped walking and turned around, his eyes questioning. "We have two beautiful kids, Ashley and James. Ash is five, she has your eyes, she's full of mischief and she's so clever, though only when it suits her. And when she smiles." I continued just as loud since he wasn't moving. Now I seemed to have his full attention, and most of that of the terminal but I didn't care.
"And then there's James, he's only fourteen months but we know he's just as smart, he's always listening and watching us. They're our two angels and watching them learn more everyday is like witnessing a miracle." Angel was now a little nearer me; he seemed transfixed. He didn't say anything so I continued.
"You run a gallery, you didn't even have your own work anywhere else until I submitted it for you. You were happy I had but you didn't need to do it, I think you were happy with the gallery and with us. I teach martial arts, and I was happy. And we have our house, after a load more payments it'll be one hundred percent ours." He was still getting a little nearer and I started walking towards him as well. "And we're in love, after eight years of marriage we're still as in love as we ever were. It isn't the perfect life, we have money issues and other stuff like everyone, but it's our life and we're happy." We were now stood right in front of each other and he silently told me to go on.
"I don't know, maybe I did dream it all, maybe I just went to sleep one lonely night in December and imagined it all but.I swear to you.nothing's ever felt more real. And if you get on that plane I know it'll disappear forever. I know we could both go on with our lives and.you'd be fine anyway, but I've seen how great we can be together and. I choose us." I paused to try to stop myself from crying, "Please Angel, just one cup of coffee, you can always go to Paris, just, please, not tonight." It seemed like he was thinking, "Just a cup of coffee, that's all I'm asking for, one cup of coffee." He smiled at me and nodded, moving out of other people's way.
"Okay," He told me and I was happy with that.
"Okay." I smiled and if I'd been able to tear my eyes away from Angel I would have realised:
It was snowing again.
Fin.
(A.N.: Okay, this is the chapter where I think I borrowed the most dialogue from the film, out of all the chapters, as before, it isn't mine.)
5. Hope?
Things never last I guess. I should probably stop trusting the world to allow us our happiness'. Then of course, those who do get it have to go through inevitable heartbreak and pain and everything just to have a chance at happiness. The system sure doesn't work for some people, or if it does; it's damn screwed up.
"Hey Angel, did you get any more diapers when you did the shopping today?" I asked as I carried a sleeping James to his crib. I heard Angel breathe in sharply,
"I'm sorry love, I knew there was something I forgot, I'll go to the store tomorrow." He said, popping his head round the door of the nursery.
"We kind of need them now-ish, I'll go get them. Get some air before bed."
"Still a night person." He stated smiling.
"Always I think. See you in a bit." I drove to the nearest store and bought the exorbitantly priced diapers. When I got back outside I tightened my coat around me, as the air seemed to get colder with every passing minute.
"Well look at you, got all domestic huh Buffy?" I froze, though this time not because of the weather. I knew that voice and even though I knew it was pretty pointless I prayed that it wasn't who I knew it was. My worst suspicions were confirmed when I turned and saw her. Even the possibility of her presence was enough to make me feel both sick and desperately sad at the same time. I knew why she was here but I so didn't want it to be true.
"Hope. I can't go back, I can't do it. You can't do this to me."
"You figured some stuff out huh?"
"You can't do this, you can't keep coming into peoples lives and messing them up like this, it's not right."
"A glimpse by definition is an impermanent thing Buffy, an brief, incomplete view. You've had your time, you've figured things out and now it's time."
"No." I walked past her back to the van and drove home. It was snowing again, like it had that night and I couldn't believe it. I put the newly bought diapers in the cupboard in the nursery and gazed at James, my beautiful baby. I couldn't bear to leave, it felt like my heart was being ripped out and being placed through a shredding machine, over and over again.
"Bye Ashley, my baby, I love you." She stirred slightly as I sat on her bed.
"Is it morning yet?" She asked though practically asleep.
"No baby, go back to sleep." She smiled,
"See you soon mommy." She mumbled before she went back to dream land. I wished that she were right. I wanted to stay here forever but I knew that I couldn't. I got up and walked from her room. When I got to our bedroom, he was reading.
"Hey, everything okay?" I nodded and sat by him.
"I love you."
"I love you."
"Angel, I need you to remember me like this forever. Like I am now, because if you don't, it's like this never happened and I don't think I could live with that." He nodded though I don't think he really understood what I was going on about. "Promise me?" I think he just thought I was tired but I didn't expect him to understand. I didn't really.
"I promise Buffy, are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm okay." I smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss, a last kiss. "Promise me again?"
"I promise you Buffy." I smile at him and give him a hug.
"Come to bed?" He asked as I paused at the door to our bedroom.
"Not long." I tell him and he went back to his book. I stare at the TV for hours, and I know I'm going to fall asleep, I'm just trying to hold on to this when I know I can't. It would be too hard to go to sleep with him in the same bed and then wake up.alone. The endless cups of coffee don't seem to be helping. At least this way I'll know I held on for as long as I could, I'd have that.
The phone woke me; it was Jules, saying something about my class today, too many people had said that they couldn't make it so she cancelled it. She thought I'd be mad but I wasn't. For a while I wondered why she was calling me so early but apparently she'd tried the night before but hadn't had any answer. It was only when I put the phone down that it hit me. What had really happened and it felt like my heart fell about a thousand feet. I didn't have that anymore, I didn't have Angel or Ash or James or anything really.
Wait, what was Jules going on about? My classes for Christmas Eve, that was months ago. And realisation dawned on me; they just put me back where I left. Nothing had changed for anyone else, but everything had changed for me and things are going to be very different.
I fell over myself getting dressed, this time taking care over what I wore and I was just putting on my coat when there was a knock at the door. I hoped beyond hope that it was Angel but when I saw Michael I realised how stupid that was. Why would he be here? But then, what was Michael doing here? I saw the familiar depositing of his gifts on the table and his advance on me but I stopped him.
"I thought we all ready did this?" I ask him though a second later I realised he hadn't been back here this Christmas, to him at least.
"Did what?" He asked, looking a little dejected.
"Ended it." I regretted saying it so harshly but that's how it came out, I was too impatient to get out of the door. I told him I was sorry and to keep his gifts, and like before he didn't seem too surprised or hurt. It had never been serious.
The drive into LA seemed to take forever. I actually had this over whelming urge to go to Sunnydale, to our house. But I knew it was stupid, it wasn't there, so I was going to see if I could find someone who was here. Angel. I rang Jules on the way to tell her I couldn't come in and to ask that since I didn't have any other classes could she close up the centre. I said I had something to do and told her to have a great Christmas. She seemed a little surprised; I'd never been very Christmassy before. I guess I was regaining some magical Christmas hope.
Thankfully the library was open, and I decided that was the best place since their computer network had access to things I couldn't get on from a remote server. I began searching for anything that I thought could lead me to him. His address, anything that might be helpful, unfortunately there was no records that linked him to his previous residence, the Hyperion Hotel so then I began thinking that maybe he was using another name now that he was human. I vaguely remember Willow telling me he was an artist and that he wasn't going by Angel anymore, at least as far as his work was concerned. Well maybe he was using Liam Leighton as well, since it had been his name originally. I realise I've heard of him, I guess I just never thought about it enough to link them, to realise that he was Angel. I'm too good at blocking everything out I guess. He's so going to think I'm crazy. What am I going to say? I don't think I'll think about it and see what happens, I'll only make myself very nervous if I try to prepare what to say to him.
I just knew I needed to talk to him. You know I think I really messed up somewhere, who was I kidding? I wasn't happy, not like I'd imagined I could be before, not like I'd wanted to be with Angel. Not like I was there. That was what I wanted, wanted more than anything.
Yes, I'm successful, I have my own business and I'm proud of it I guess, but what is success when you have no one to share it with? What I do know though is that I cannot go on like I have been doing. Even if he won't listen to me or if he doesn't want to or can't try again with me, and I wouldn't really blame him after what I did, I know I have to change my life. Even if Angel weren't in it, though I don't want to think about that either, or maybe I should, maybe it would make rejection easier to take, though I doubt it. Anyway, I needed to find him first.
And then there he was, his address and personal gallery and other places his work was exhibited. The number of people I almost knocked over on the way out of the library, I'll be lucky if I don't get sued, but then I have a lawyer for a sister. I suddenly feel very guilty about Dawn and not trying to see her more and be in her life more, but I decided that everything was going to change and it will. I just needed to talk to Angel first.
It's a nice building. I park up and don't have any trouble getting in because the door's open, there's removal men with boxes and I suddenly know that it's Angel who's going. When I got to his apartment I was greeted abruptly by a small man in a black suit, he was on the phone.
"What do you want? Are you from the.?" He took a closer look at me and something flickered across his face. Recognition? Well I don't know; I'd never met him before.
"Hi, I'm looking for Liam, I'm.." Instead of letting me continue or continuing himself he turned to another guy taping a box up.
"Hey Danny, there's some girl here to see Liam." The way he said 'some girl' told me again that he knew who I was and was pretending he didn't. Danny then rounded a corner and told him,
"Hey Liam, there's some girl here to see you." And he came into my view. Still as gorgeous as ever, aging was certainly being kind to him.
"Buffy."
"An.Liam." He smiled at me, though in a vague distracted kind of way. "Can you be careful with that?" He asked two large removal men as they attempted to move a big box. And then he turned back to me. "Buffy, what are you doing here?"
"Um, I, what's going on anyway?" I asked, gesturing towards another pile of boxes.
"I'm moving, to Paris." He announced smiling; I forced a smile to conceal my shock.
"Paris? Paris, France?"
"One and the same, I think Europe will inspire me and my publicist thinks it's a good idea, but then he loves the money." He paused, his smile fading, "I don't mean to be rude or anything Buffy, but why are you here?" Okay, direct and to the point. I could handle that.
"I thought that maybe.would you like to get a cup of coffee?" I stopped not sure whether I could actually do what I came to do. He was moving to Paris, wasn't that a huge sign that I was too late? But then, I'd come this far and I couldn't give it up unless there was no chance anymore. I walked a little nearer him. "Do you ever think about us Angel, sorry Liam?"
"You can still call me Angel, Liam is just for the work really. I'm not sure whether the world was ready for a guy called Angel."
"Oh I don't know I never thought it was weird." Okay, banter was good, but he'd totally side stepped my question. "Angel?" He knew that I was asking the question again. He looked slightly conflicted before replying,
"If you're ever in Paris, give me a call and we'll go out for that coffee." Well it wasn't the answer I'd been looking for but what did I expect him to do? Let me fall into his arms and tell me how much he still loved me. Well it wasn't likely after what I'd done. And how likely was it that I would ever be in Paris? He knew it wasn't very probable.
"I got you on the 7 o'clock flight." I vaguely heard someone say and I decided I'd better go before I made a fool of myself.
"I hope you like living in Paris." I tell him before slowly making my way out. I actually felt a tear roll down my cheek. I hadn't cried in so long, well it was a start, though it wasn't exactly the one I'd hoped for. But he seems happy so that's good.
At home I let the tears come freely as I went through some old pictures and things. A movie ticket stub, the book of poetry he gave me for my eighteenth birthday, I remember what he said.
"Why'd you seem more excited last year when you got a severed arm in a box?"
He said he loved me from the first moment he saw me. I was just hoping.. I love those poems. I used to read them all the time when we were apart. I've missed them since I locked him away in the back of my mind. When I next look at the clock I realise how late it is. And all I can think about is getting to that airport before it really is too late.
When I finally made it to the airport, I parked very badly and I ran, looking for the flight to Paris. They were already boarding when I got there.
"Angel! Don't go; don't get on that plane." I shouted across to him in the boarding queue, he looked around in surprise. "There'll be another flight tonight, just, a cup of coffee that's all I'm asking." He reluctantly moved out of the queue and walked towards me. Looking slightly puzzled.
"Buffy, what are you doing here? Do you need closure? 'Cause if you do.I'm okay, I'm fine. I wasn't for a long time, I was heartbroken but I'm moved past it somehow. You should have that too. You can have that." He turned around and headed straight for the front of the queue. For a split second I turned away, almost defeated but I knew if I was going to do something, it had to be now.
"I did, I did have it Angel, I didn't think about it, but then. I had a glimpse." Shouting again over a load of people to him. He looked at me quizzically for a minute and I heard him sigh; the kind that comes from very deep inside. When he looked back up at me I could see into his eyes again. He was going to go, and I couldn't let him, I knew we could still have something if only..
"We have a house in Sunnydale," I said loudly, he stopped walking and turned around, his eyes questioning. "We have two beautiful kids, Ashley and James. Ash is five, she has your eyes, she's full of mischief and she's so clever, though only when it suits her. And when she smiles." I continued just as loud since he wasn't moving. Now I seemed to have his full attention, and most of that of the terminal but I didn't care.
"And then there's James, he's only fourteen months but we know he's just as smart, he's always listening and watching us. They're our two angels and watching them learn more everyday is like witnessing a miracle." Angel was now a little nearer me; he seemed transfixed. He didn't say anything so I continued.
"You run a gallery, you didn't even have your own work anywhere else until I submitted it for you. You were happy I had but you didn't need to do it, I think you were happy with the gallery and with us. I teach martial arts, and I was happy. And we have our house, after a load more payments it'll be one hundred percent ours." He was still getting a little nearer and I started walking towards him as well. "And we're in love, after eight years of marriage we're still as in love as we ever were. It isn't the perfect life, we have money issues and other stuff like everyone, but it's our life and we're happy." We were now stood right in front of each other and he silently told me to go on.
"I don't know, maybe I did dream it all, maybe I just went to sleep one lonely night in December and imagined it all but.I swear to you.nothing's ever felt more real. And if you get on that plane I know it'll disappear forever. I know we could both go on with our lives and.you'd be fine anyway, but I've seen how great we can be together and. I choose us." I paused to try to stop myself from crying, "Please Angel, just one cup of coffee, you can always go to Paris, just, please, not tonight." It seemed like he was thinking, "Just a cup of coffee, that's all I'm asking for, one cup of coffee." He smiled at me and nodded, moving out of other people's way.
"Okay," He told me and I was happy with that.
"Okay." I smiled and if I'd been able to tear my eyes away from Angel I would have realised:
It was snowing again.
Fin.