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PART SEVEN
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'What did he do to you?' Angel asked, his voice revealing the anger he felt deep inside. If that bastard had tried to hurt her, he'd be dead in no time... or no, he'd suffer...
'He didn't do anything, Angel... I just don't feel well...'
'Oh... So, you're not okay?'
'No... I'm not okay' she said in a soft voice as she looked at him. Her face was pale, her eyes were red, from crying he presumed, and it seemed like she was shaking a bit.
'What's wrong then?' he asked as he went to sit next to her on the bed.
'I... I just don't feel well...Everything's spinning...' she looked at him and tried to force a smile to make him know she could handle it. But she knew that wouldn't make him leave, and in a way she didn't want him to leave...
'Want me to call a doctor?'
'No...' she really smiled now,' But since you're here now, I'd appreciate some company..'
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Lindsey sighed as he laid down on the bed, his suitcase still closed on the table. He'd arrived this morning in LA. Richard had picked him up himself in a shiny new Mercedes. He'd changed. He wasn't his high-school pal anymore, he'd grown out of his sporty outfits and changed them for expensive designer clothing. But his character had changed too ;
He'd gotten Lindsey back to LA for a favour.
'Find her for me, Linsey', he'd said.
'I.I love her.' He'd admitted to his old friend, but somehow Lindsey felt this was a lie.
He'd gotten a name, a file, some pictures,. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't. Richard had saved his life once, and had helped him out financially more than once.
He sighed again and got up, walking over to his suitcase, unpacking.
***
'Staying here ?' he asked the pale figure in the bed.
'Please.' She pleaded.
He couldn't refuse. Not because she looked so helpless, but just because it was her. It still stroke him how much she'd changed since her High School days. From Queen of bitchyness to queen of his heart, a position previously occupied by Buffy. He still loved Buffy, that wouldn't change, but she wasn't. she wasn't her. The love he and Buffy had experienced had been overwhelming and all-consuming. A flame so bright, it had burnt like it would never die, so large. And it had been true and sincere, but the flame had slowly diminished, until Cordy had come along, practically forced her way into his life, and became his link to humanity. She was the one who had tought him to drink coffee, she was the one willing to forgive the horrible things he'd done to her when he'd taken that drug, she was the one who played Connor's mom. no, she was Connor's mom.
A smile played on his face as he went to sit down on the bed next to her.
She had lit a candle in his heart. A little flame, shining very brightly. He loved her, and it hurt. It hurt not to be with her, it hurt to see her with someone else. And then of course there was the fear. Yes, he was scared ; ;. Scared of loosing her, and scared to have her too. Angelus.
He gently brushed a strand of hair out of her beautiful face as he took an unnecesary breath. He hated to see her like this.
'Do you want me to get you something ?' he finally asked, looking into her eyes, and the pain he read in them hurt him deeply.
'No. no, just stay with me, please.'
***
'Please, Fred.' Gilly pleaded through her tears, 'help me'.
Fred gave her a weak smile, caressing Gilly's hair in an attempt to comfort her old neighbour. For once, Fred was lost for words. 'Don't worry, we'll help you.' she finally said.
Gilly had finally found the courage to tell her big secret, and the other Texan had listened in silence, sharing the grief. She felt Fred and her friends could help her, even though they seemed a bit weird. Maybe it was the weirdness that made her talk, she didn't really know, but it was a relief. Fred hadn't been that surprised or grossed out, she just had been silent and comprehensive. A true friend, one like she always wanted to have.
'We'll help you out.' Fred said again, handing her a tissue as she stroked the strands of hair out of Gilly's face, and somehow Gilly believed her.
***
Richard laughed as he thought back of his meeting with Lindsey McDonald ;
'What a loser he's become,' He tought, 'Vice President of Special Projects at Wolfram and Hart. yeah right !' He didn't seem that special now, not that he ever had. Richard had been smarter at school, but it was Lindsey who got the girls.
'Well, let him get this one.' he thought as he let out a light chuckle.
***
She'd fallen asleep again, her body wrapped in blankets, and pressing against his cool skin. She was feverish and her skin had turned even more pale. Angel brushed aside the strands of hair which had fallen in her face and stuck to her skin, wettened by the little pearls of salty water covering her forehead. She felt hot, and he was worried. He hated to see her like this, and he would rush her over to a hospital as soon as the sun would set, hell even now, but she wouldn't let him. Somehow she thought it was different or it would pass.
He'd call a doctor, he decided, as soon as she would wake up.
He could feel her stirr, a moan escaping her lips. She was dreaming, and he could hear her whisper his name. He gently wrapped his arms closer around her, and whispered to her. Slowly she fell silent again and slept on. Angel let out an unnecessary sigh. He felt helpless, and he hated it.
***
'Who's that little boy ? Who's that sweet little boy here ?'
Connor laughed as he saw the man in front of him making funny faces, talking in a funny voice. It was just Spike, looking really sweet playing with Angel's kid.
'If he starts to cry, I'll stake you.' Gunn said, eyeing the bleech-haired vampire from across the room.
'Hey, relax!' Spike said, 'I'm not.I'm not even touching the little tyke!'
Somehow Spike really didn't like the Afro-American who was watching him. He didn't like people who threatened to stake him.
'Even that bloody watcher is nicer.' he thougth as he picked up Connor's bear, playing with the toy. Before Gunn could say something else, they were interupted by Wesley and Fred.
'Yay, finally some action. Playtime's over kid..' he muttered, giving the bear back to Connor.
***
Her fever had fallen again, and the nausea was almost gone too, but the paleness was still there, together with the headache. It was like a vision aftermath, but one of the kind that wouldn't go away.
She'd woken up about an hour ago, feeling his strong arms around her, protecting her, and it felt nice, really nice.
'Hey.' He'd whispered into her hair, brushing a kiss upon it.
'Hey.' She said, her voice still only a whisper.
'How are you feeling ?'
'Better now.' She said as she turned around, looking into Angel's beautiful face, and his soft eyes, filled with worry.
They'd agreed that she'd see a doctor if it wasn't better in the morning.
***
A/N: okay, sorry it took so long, but hey, school's back for me too and I really need to study this year :'(
'What did he do to you?' Angel asked, his voice revealing the anger he felt deep inside. If that bastard had tried to hurt her, he'd be dead in no time... or no, he'd suffer...
'He didn't do anything, Angel... I just don't feel well...'
'Oh... So, you're not okay?'
'No... I'm not okay' she said in a soft voice as she looked at him. Her face was pale, her eyes were red, from crying he presumed, and it seemed like she was shaking a bit.
'What's wrong then?' he asked as he went to sit next to her on the bed.
'I... I just don't feel well...Everything's spinning...' she looked at him and tried to force a smile to make him know she could handle it. But she knew that wouldn't make him leave, and in a way she didn't want him to leave...
'Want me to call a doctor?'
'No...' she really smiled now,' But since you're here now, I'd appreciate some company..'
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Lindsey sighed as he laid down on the bed, his suitcase still closed on the table. He'd arrived this morning in LA. Richard had picked him up himself in a shiny new Mercedes. He'd changed. He wasn't his high-school pal anymore, he'd grown out of his sporty outfits and changed them for expensive designer clothing. But his character had changed too ;
He'd gotten Lindsey back to LA for a favour.
'Find her for me, Linsey', he'd said.
'I.I love her.' He'd admitted to his old friend, but somehow Lindsey felt this was a lie.
He'd gotten a name, a file, some pictures,. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't. Richard had saved his life once, and had helped him out financially more than once.
He sighed again and got up, walking over to his suitcase, unpacking.
***
'Staying here ?' he asked the pale figure in the bed.
'Please.' She pleaded.
He couldn't refuse. Not because she looked so helpless, but just because it was her. It still stroke him how much she'd changed since her High School days. From Queen of bitchyness to queen of his heart, a position previously occupied by Buffy. He still loved Buffy, that wouldn't change, but she wasn't. she wasn't her. The love he and Buffy had experienced had been overwhelming and all-consuming. A flame so bright, it had burnt like it would never die, so large. And it had been true and sincere, but the flame had slowly diminished, until Cordy had come along, practically forced her way into his life, and became his link to humanity. She was the one who had tought him to drink coffee, she was the one willing to forgive the horrible things he'd done to her when he'd taken that drug, she was the one who played Connor's mom. no, she was Connor's mom.
A smile played on his face as he went to sit down on the bed next to her.
She had lit a candle in his heart. A little flame, shining very brightly. He loved her, and it hurt. It hurt not to be with her, it hurt to see her with someone else. And then of course there was the fear. Yes, he was scared ; ;. Scared of loosing her, and scared to have her too. Angelus.
He gently brushed a strand of hair out of her beautiful face as he took an unnecesary breath. He hated to see her like this.
'Do you want me to get you something ?' he finally asked, looking into her eyes, and the pain he read in them hurt him deeply.
'No. no, just stay with me, please.'
***
'Please, Fred.' Gilly pleaded through her tears, 'help me'.
Fred gave her a weak smile, caressing Gilly's hair in an attempt to comfort her old neighbour. For once, Fred was lost for words. 'Don't worry, we'll help you.' she finally said.
Gilly had finally found the courage to tell her big secret, and the other Texan had listened in silence, sharing the grief. She felt Fred and her friends could help her, even though they seemed a bit weird. Maybe it was the weirdness that made her talk, she didn't really know, but it was a relief. Fred hadn't been that surprised or grossed out, she just had been silent and comprehensive. A true friend, one like she always wanted to have.
'We'll help you out.' Fred said again, handing her a tissue as she stroked the strands of hair out of Gilly's face, and somehow Gilly believed her.
***
Richard laughed as he thought back of his meeting with Lindsey McDonald ;
'What a loser he's become,' He tought, 'Vice President of Special Projects at Wolfram and Hart. yeah right !' He didn't seem that special now, not that he ever had. Richard had been smarter at school, but it was Lindsey who got the girls.
'Well, let him get this one.' he thought as he let out a light chuckle.
***
She'd fallen asleep again, her body wrapped in blankets, and pressing against his cool skin. She was feverish and her skin had turned even more pale. Angel brushed aside the strands of hair which had fallen in her face and stuck to her skin, wettened by the little pearls of salty water covering her forehead. She felt hot, and he was worried. He hated to see her like this, and he would rush her over to a hospital as soon as the sun would set, hell even now, but she wouldn't let him. Somehow she thought it was different or it would pass.
He'd call a doctor, he decided, as soon as she would wake up.
He could feel her stirr, a moan escaping her lips. She was dreaming, and he could hear her whisper his name. He gently wrapped his arms closer around her, and whispered to her. Slowly she fell silent again and slept on. Angel let out an unnecessary sigh. He felt helpless, and he hated it.
***
'Who's that little boy ? Who's that sweet little boy here ?'
Connor laughed as he saw the man in front of him making funny faces, talking in a funny voice. It was just Spike, looking really sweet playing with Angel's kid.
'If he starts to cry, I'll stake you.' Gunn said, eyeing the bleech-haired vampire from across the room.
'Hey, relax!' Spike said, 'I'm not.I'm not even touching the little tyke!'
Somehow Spike really didn't like the Afro-American who was watching him. He didn't like people who threatened to stake him.
'Even that bloody watcher is nicer.' he thougth as he picked up Connor's bear, playing with the toy. Before Gunn could say something else, they were interupted by Wesley and Fred.
'Yay, finally some action. Playtime's over kid..' he muttered, giving the bear back to Connor.
***
Her fever had fallen again, and the nausea was almost gone too, but the paleness was still there, together with the headache. It was like a vision aftermath, but one of the kind that wouldn't go away.
She'd woken up about an hour ago, feeling his strong arms around her, protecting her, and it felt nice, really nice.
'Hey.' He'd whispered into her hair, brushing a kiss upon it.
'Hey.' She said, her voice still only a whisper.
'How are you feeling ?'
'Better now.' She said as she turned around, looking into Angel's beautiful face, and his soft eyes, filled with worry.
They'd agreed that she'd see a doctor if it wasn't better in the morning.
***
A/N: okay, sorry it took so long, but hey, school's back for me too and I really need to study this year :'(