Glad you came Part3-The Plan
By: Ashley M
Spoilers: For the Angel: The Series ep. I Will Remember you.
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All eyes fell on Angel who was standing a few feet behind Buffy, a
serious look on his face.
"What do you mean?" Buffy stared into his eyes, almost a glow of relief in
hers.
"I have a plan to save Willow...to save all of us. I can make this have
never happened...this war, Willow-" she struggled for the right words.
"Willow's condition...all of it...never happened."
"How?" Buffy trailed off, her voice barely audible.
"The Oracles...they can fold the past, make it different...I can persuade
them to give us back these past days."
"How do you know about this?" Buffy looked back into his eyes.
"I've done it before..."
"When?"
"When you came to L.A...the first time..."
"Why...what happened? I can only remember..."
He looked back into her eyes, Buffy's eyes widening as she realized.
From his desk Giles cleared his throat.
"Angel, you say the Oracles? You can talk to them?"
"Yeah...just...do you know where the entrance to their Grotto is here? I
only know the one back in L.A."
"Oh yes, of course." Giles went on. "It's under the-"
"The post office..." Angel finished for him.
"Yes...how did you know?"
"Good guess..." a small grin was on Angel's face, he started for the door,
turning back on his heel.
"Does anyone have a spare watch?"
Buffy stood on the stairs, her eyes focused on Willow and Oz. It was time to tell him, just in case Angel's plan didn't work. Slowly she walked up to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Oz...we need to talk." "Oh, yeah sure..." He looked back at Willow, placing a light kiss on the forehead of his sleeping beauty. Swiftly he rose from his seat, following Buffy down the stairs and out of any of the group's earshot. "So, Buffy what's on your mind?" "Oz...it's about Willow..." Oz's face turned slightly scared. "What? What's wrong?" Buffy just looked at him, the embers of sympathy glowing in her eyes. Oz's eyes widened a little, he looked back at her. "Is she okay..." Buffy shook her head gently. Oz's face was now fully scared, something Buffy had never seen before. "She's not going to..." Buffy remained silent, looking to the ground much like Giles had. Oz's face seemed to go blank. His eyes staring straight ahead, blue- green ovals of nothing. Usually she could tell what he was thinking just from his eyes, she could almost see his soul. Now, they were nothing. Slowly, he gently fell back on the wall behind him, his arms bracing. And he left it out, in an Oz way. Solitary tears falling from his eyes, which he attempted to hide by looking away. Buffy wanted to help him cope. But it was plain as day that he wanted her away, that he wanted the entire world to leave him be. Like Willow, who was his world, she was leaving, never to glance into his eyes with her gentle emerald ones, making him feel like life was worth living-as they always did. He was losing her...again. The only woman he'd ever truly loved. The one he had given himself to...in every way, his heart, his body, and his soul. Slowly he walked back up the stairs, sitting back beside his love, gently stroking her face. She stirred at his touch. There was something different about it. Usually it was warm, soft, gentle. Yet protective and strong. Now it was cold, meaningless. "Oz?" she turned to face him, seeing his face, un-wiped tears still fresh around his eyes. He didn't speak. "Oz, what's wrong?" He remained silent, looking to the side, trying to hide his eyes. Willow sat up, quickly taking him into a warm embrace. He hugged back, taking in the scent of her hair. They were silent for a whole minute or two, then Willow broke the silence. "I'm going to miss you..." Oz looked at her wide-eyed. "What?" "I know...I'm not...I'm not going to..." She struggled not to make this hurtful, though it was almost impossible. "I know I won't be here...later...maybe not even tomorrow morning." The tears came back into his eyes. "How do you know that? You may be wrong...everyone may be wrong, you're probably just fine-" She cut his rambling short, gently placing a finger over his lips. "I don't know because of them...I know because of me. I feel...weak inside...kinda unstable. And usually that isn't a good thing." A small laugh escaped her lips, Oz's expression never changing. "And I know that you love me...and that's all I really need if I-" Before she could say the word he'd been dreading he moved in for a short kiss. "Shh...baby..." he gently pulled back a for a moment, leaning back into the kiss.
Angel burst through the front door, a medium sized, black velvet box in his hands. Everyone came rushing towards him, Oz carrying Willow down the stairs. "Angel, what did they...the Oracles say?" Buffy moved towards him, staring at the box. A smile appeared on his face. "They'll do it." Everyone started smiling, Willow and Oz quickly understanding the situation, remembering some of Giles' rants about Oracles and their power to change time. "And..." Buffy urged him on. "And, some of us can even remember." "Some? As in...how many? Buffy continued. "Three. Three of us can remember." "That's easy...Buffy" Xander butted in. "Giles..." Buffy added in. Everyone was silent. "Willow." Everyone looked at Oz, who had just spoken, Willow looking up at his face still in his arms. "Agreed. Buffy, Giles, and Willow." Angel nodded at everyone. "Take a good look guys...you probably won't remember this at all." Before Angel opened the box, Willow slipped something that looked like a glowing piece of paper into Oz's pocket, holding onto his arm tightly. The box was slowly opened. A blinding white light emerging from it, bathing the room with it's iluminous glow. Everything, everyone, looked gossamer, almost transparent. And then, as soon as it had begun...it was over. *~*To Be Continued...*~*
Buffy stood on the stairs, her eyes focused on Willow and Oz. It was time to tell him, just in case Angel's plan didn't work. Slowly she walked up to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Oz...we need to talk." "Oh, yeah sure..." He looked back at Willow, placing a light kiss on the forehead of his sleeping beauty. Swiftly he rose from his seat, following Buffy down the stairs and out of any of the group's earshot. "So, Buffy what's on your mind?" "Oz...it's about Willow..." Oz's face turned slightly scared. "What? What's wrong?" Buffy just looked at him, the embers of sympathy glowing in her eyes. Oz's eyes widened a little, he looked back at her. "Is she okay..." Buffy shook her head gently. Oz's face was now fully scared, something Buffy had never seen before. "She's not going to..." Buffy remained silent, looking to the ground much like Giles had. Oz's face seemed to go blank. His eyes staring straight ahead, blue- green ovals of nothing. Usually she could tell what he was thinking just from his eyes, she could almost see his soul. Now, they were nothing. Slowly, he gently fell back on the wall behind him, his arms bracing. And he left it out, in an Oz way. Solitary tears falling from his eyes, which he attempted to hide by looking away. Buffy wanted to help him cope. But it was plain as day that he wanted her away, that he wanted the entire world to leave him be. Like Willow, who was his world, she was leaving, never to glance into his eyes with her gentle emerald ones, making him feel like life was worth living-as they always did. He was losing her...again. The only woman he'd ever truly loved. The one he had given himself to...in every way, his heart, his body, and his soul. Slowly he walked back up the stairs, sitting back beside his love, gently stroking her face. She stirred at his touch. There was something different about it. Usually it was warm, soft, gentle. Yet protective and strong. Now it was cold, meaningless. "Oz?" she turned to face him, seeing his face, un-wiped tears still fresh around his eyes. He didn't speak. "Oz, what's wrong?" He remained silent, looking to the side, trying to hide his eyes. Willow sat up, quickly taking him into a warm embrace. He hugged back, taking in the scent of her hair. They were silent for a whole minute or two, then Willow broke the silence. "I'm going to miss you..." Oz looked at her wide-eyed. "What?" "I know...I'm not...I'm not going to..." She struggled not to make this hurtful, though it was almost impossible. "I know I won't be here...later...maybe not even tomorrow morning." The tears came back into his eyes. "How do you know that? You may be wrong...everyone may be wrong, you're probably just fine-" She cut his rambling short, gently placing a finger over his lips. "I don't know because of them...I know because of me. I feel...weak inside...kinda unstable. And usually that isn't a good thing." A small laugh escaped her lips, Oz's expression never changing. "And I know that you love me...and that's all I really need if I-" Before she could say the word he'd been dreading he moved in for a short kiss. "Shh...baby..." he gently pulled back a for a moment, leaning back into the kiss.
Angel burst through the front door, a medium sized, black velvet box in his hands. Everyone came rushing towards him, Oz carrying Willow down the stairs. "Angel, what did they...the Oracles say?" Buffy moved towards him, staring at the box. A smile appeared on his face. "They'll do it." Everyone started smiling, Willow and Oz quickly understanding the situation, remembering some of Giles' rants about Oracles and their power to change time. "And..." Buffy urged him on. "And, some of us can even remember." "Some? As in...how many? Buffy continued. "Three. Three of us can remember." "That's easy...Buffy" Xander butted in. "Giles..." Buffy added in. Everyone was silent. "Willow." Everyone looked at Oz, who had just spoken, Willow looking up at his face still in his arms. "Agreed. Buffy, Giles, and Willow." Angel nodded at everyone. "Take a good look guys...you probably won't remember this at all." Before Angel opened the box, Willow slipped something that looked like a glowing piece of paper into Oz's pocket, holding onto his arm tightly. The box was slowly opened. A blinding white light emerging from it, bathing the room with it's iluminous glow. Everything, everyone, looked gossamer, almost transparent. And then, as soon as it had begun...it was over. *~*To Be Continued...*~*