A/N- ANGEL IS BACK! Woo hoo! No more waiting on the new season 'cos its
here! Lol…Back to fic stuff…*where* did you all go? Looks like there were a
grand total of 2 ppl that read ch 20 (thankyou guys for your reviews…you
know who you are. ^_^). To the rest of you, if you don't like what you're
reading, *tell* me. Sitting there and not saying anything won't help me
make it better, will it? With that said, I'll move on to ch 21…
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This is plain weird. Angel has me seriously wigged. I mean it. He called me 'Buff', actually *accepted* the 'me and Spike' thing *and* talks baby talk… He's turning into Mr Warm-and-Fuzzy-Feelings and I seem to be the only person finding it weird. I don't know whether to be happy about it or disturbed (not in a bad way…but disturbed all the same…)
But, one thing I do know is that he made a valid point. Friends are supposed to support each other and be there for them. They should be able to deal with my decisions. And if they can deal with Angel having a baby then they can also deal with me hooking up with Spike.
That's it. I've made up my mind. I tell the rest of the Scoobies today. I'm sick and tired of tiptoeing around behind their backs. If I want my life to be as close to normal as possible again, I'm gonna have to start letting them back into it. They have to know what's going on with me…after all, they're my friends. That's why they're there.
Xander's gonna freak. And Giles…lets not go there. Lets just *not*.
I know that Dawn liked the idea…but that's 'cos she likes Spike. Anya bonds with him, so no problem there. Tara doesn't dislike him and even Willow seems to enjoy his company every so often, but the guys… Their reactions scare me. I know I gotta do it, though. The longer I leave it, the worse the response will be.
I spy Willow across the room. I'm kinda thinkin' that if I tell them one at a time, it'll be easier. So, I guess she's the first. I start to make my way over. "Hey, Will!" I call, getting her attention.
She spins to face me, smiling brightly. "Buffy! Hey! What's up?"
"I need to talk. To you. I've got some stuff I need to get off my chest." I reply, gesturing towards the courtyard as I do, "Can we go out there?"
She starts to look a little concerned. "Sure…okay." Once we're outside, she sits on the bench and looks up at me patiently. "What's wrong?"
I start to pace. "Not wrong…well…if you were Xander or Giles it'd be wrong…but…It's not really a bad thing…" I take a breath to stop my rambling. This is even harder than telling Angel. "I…I'm seeing Spike."
She seems a tiny bit thrown. (Okay, so that's an understatement…) "Pardon?"
I smile grimly. "Me and Spike are kinda an item…as in together…as in-"
"Sex?" She cuts in bluntly.
"Yeah…" I answer, slightly uneasily. I can still remember a Willow that couldn't even think of saying the word 'sex' without blushing. Now she's interrogating me with it. "That too…"
She seems a little disgusted. "With Spike?"
I'm starting to take offence. I mean, I didn't do anything that disgusting. Its not like *I* went and misused magick to bring someone back from heaven (okay…that was a bit mean of me to think…but I'm being defensive here)…All *I* did was sleep with a vampire. One *without* a soul, yes. But he has *something*. More than a chip…He has compassion and feelings and morals and…I find it hard to believe that he *doesn't* have a soul. Plus, he isn't exactly bad to look at either…quite the opposite, really.
"Yes." I reply, coming off a little too harsh. I ease my tone and try to explain. "He's not that bad, Will. He's caring and sweet and he looks after Dawn and he's been there for me…He's not an evil must-be-staked vamp anymore. He's changed…and-"
"I'm sorry…but its weird, y'know. I mean…Spike." She gives me a small lop- sided smile. "But, if it makes you happy, then I'm all for it."
I sit beside her a give her a hug. "Thanks, Will."
"You're welcome Buffy." She sighs. "I just hope you know what you're doing…"
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And now they all know. (All except Giles, but he'll get it when we get back to Sunnydale.) As predicted, Xander didn't really like it, but he said that he'll try to understand seeing as he's getting married to an ex-vengeance demon and all. Speaking of, Anya loved the idea and wanted to know when we were going to get married (funny, much?)…But then she got all cranky 'cos she thought we might be planning on 'stealing her thunder' (which just goes to show that she's been watching too much FRIENDS). Tara was nice enough and had the most supportive reaction of all, telling me to go for it and follow my heart, which was great.
All-in-all, it didn't go too badly. At least now I have nothing to hide from them, which is a start. But I still feel like there's something missing. There's a void I need to fill in my life. I don't know what it is or how I'll fix it, but there is definitely something absent. If I want my close-enough-to-normal existence I'm gonna have to find out what it is that's missing. That's the next step in my master plan on getting on with my 3rd chance at life.
Across the room Cordelia calls "Buffy!" and rushes over to me (leaving Anya and Xander to talk with themselves), a huge genuine smile plastered on her face. She pulls me into a brief hug and then draws away, keeping her arms on mine in a friendly manner. "You're with Spike? That's soo weird! And good! It's about time you found someone that you can click with! I mean, he's not a bad guy and he's *definitely* a looker…I'm so happy for you. I can't imagine how hard the past year or so has been …" She trails on, but I'm not listening. I'm kinda stuck on the fact that *Cordy* is being nice and caring and soo…un-Cordylike. Everyone is changing around me. Which leaves me wondering:
Have I changed, or am I still the same old Buffy? Is everyone else getting on with their lives and leaving me behind? Do I *have* to change as dramatically as them, or *can* I stay the same? *What is the same?* I'm still trying to find the 'normal' Buffy, but how can I do that if I have to change?
Oh god…I'm really confusing myself here… I have so much stuff going on in my life at the moment, the last thing I need is to think about changing…or filling a void in my life. Why can't anything be easy anymore? Why can't it be like when I was 15 and leading a 'normal' non-slayage life? I had my mom, my little sister and my dad. I had a group of 'normal' friends and I lived in LA. Back then, the world (to my knowledge) *wasn't* a scary place, filled with vampires, demons and apocalypses. Instead it was a fun and exciting place, filled with boys, cheerleading and parties.
Look at me now. I'm 21, 22 soon enough, and I've *died* fighting evil…*twice*. Being a vampire slayer, I had to blow up my high school at graduation 'cos the mayor turned into a giant snake (pretty much) and had to be stopped. I dropped out of college 'cos my mom died and left me to take care of my little sister who, I found out, really doesn't exist at all. In fact, all Dawn's supposed to be is a ball of energy that can open a portal to Hell and destroy the earth. Meanwhile…I barely even *know* who my dad is anymore 'cos I haven't seen him in like 3 years, speaking to him almost just as frequently. And *then* there's the fact that I'm sleeping with yet another vampire boyfriend…
Talk about making major changes. But, somehow, I'm *still* stuck in a rut. I'm still not moving on in life. In fact, I just feel like I'm taking 3 steps backwards with each step forwards. Maybe I'm doing something wrong.
"…What do you think?…Buffy?" Cordy's voice shakes me out of my depressing thoughts and brings me back into the real world.
I focus my eyes back onto her and smile sheepishly. "I'm sorry…I kinda drifted away for a second…You were saying?"
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes with a sigh. "Everyone seems to do that." At my puzzled look she adds, "Drifts off into 'lala land' when I'm talking." I really have to bite my tongue. She left that *sooo* open to mockery. She's oblivious to the look of amusement on my face because she continues, "Anyway…I *was* saying that it would be nice to go out for dinner sometime. You and Spike, Me and Lindsey…maybe even Xander and Anya or Willow and Tara…A strictly couples thing. What do you think?" She nods at me eagerly, awaiting my reply.
"Well…once we get through this law firm thing…I'm game."
Her smile widens and she wraps her arms around my neck. It startles me a little. I'm still not quite used to these random attacks of affection from Cordelia. "That is soo great! There's this perfect little Italian place…"
I nod and smile, offering the odd "Yeah" or "Uh huh." from time to time. I'm not really paying that much attention. She pauses for a split second and hesitates, her eyes travelling behind me. I turn to see what has captured her usually undivided (that's a laugh) attention.
Angel and Lindsey are standing at the top of the stairs, their eyes glued to each other menacingly. Each man is puffed up and ready to fight. Lindsey says something to Angel and prods him provokingly. The vampire smirks and pushes him back, making him stumble backwards. He snaps back at Lindsey and the scene starts to get a little ugly. Both Cordy and I realise it at the same and run up to them.
She grabs hold of Lindsey's arms, stopping him from fighting, while I do the same with Angel. Cordelia drags her boyfriend/partner/whatever away, muttering something under her breath at him. He glares at Angel and tries to apologise to Cordy at the same time. She takes him into one of the rooms, closing the door behind them, and I turn to Angel.
"You wanna tell me what that was all about?" I ask.
He shrugs and avoids my gaze. "It was nothing." I grab his arm as he turns to stalk away, raising my eyebrows as I do. I'm not letting him go until he tells me what's going on and he knows it. He brings his eyes up to meet mine and sighs. "He was pissed off at me. I also decided that I wasn't gonna let him annoy the crap outta me anymore. You saw him start -"
"But *why* did he start on you? Angel, I know you like to think he's still evil and all…but he *had* to have had a reason. Even Angelus justified his actions." I had to say that to get through to him. Even Angel is a typical guy with an ego that screams 'It's not my fault' when it is. He needs to be reminded that every so often, it can be his fault. Angelus (as much as I hate to revert to using him to illustrate my point…and believe me, I do hate to say it) is the perfect way to get through to Angel.
He winces at the mention of his alter-ego and I know that I've made my point. "He was upset because I " and then he mumbles, gluing his eyes back to the floor as he shuffles his feet.
"I'm sorry," I tell him, "I kinda missed that. It sounded like you said that you shishkabobbed something. And I'm pretty sure that's not what you said."
"Lindsey got pissed off 'cos I kissed Cordelia." He snaps, looking me in the eye, painfully. "There I said it. Happy?"
I don't know exactly how to reply. I'm a *tiny* bit upset at the harshness in his tone. What happened to *not* being 'Joe Here's-What-I'm-Thinking'? "Angel…" I whisper. "I…I didn't know you felt …for Cordy…I'm…Well…Cordy?"
He slumps against the wall and slides down to the floor. "I screwed up. Worse than ever. I lost her. Too late…" He thrusts his head backwards and hits the wall with a 'thud'. After a restless second, he throws his head forwards again, back into his hands, then brings it back up and glares up at the ceiling. "Why? Why me? …I keep losing them…Am I really *that* cursed?"
*Now* I'm getting worried. Since when does Angel plead with God or whatever powers rule over the universe? And…wow…he fell for Cordelia? I guess if I could fall for Spike…But…*Cordelia*?
I don't say anything; I just sit down next to him and silently offer my support. It's all I can do. Poor Angel… Maybe one day he *will* find love and *not* lose it. I hope he does. I can't stand to see him like this. Not this depressed.
The last time that I saw it was this bad, he was trying to kill himself. (Remembering that I wasn't really having much to do with him when Darla came back.) The 'Big Bad of Big Bads' had convinced him via images of his victims that he was brought back to kill me and, when he refused, he decided that the best thing to do was end his unlife…again. He thought that the world was better off without him in it.
It was hard convincing him otherwise, but I poured my heart out to him right then and there. I told him that I needed him and that I loved him. I told him that he had to be strong and brave and fight.
And that's what he's been doing. Fighting. He hunts demons and Big Bads here in LA for a living. He no longer thinks or knows that I need him or love him, but he still sticks in there. Maybe, for as long as he's loved her, he stuck to it for Cordy. And maybe he has a different reason. But, whatever the case, I can see him slipping.
After a while he speaks. "I'm not going to do anything drastic, Buffy."
"What? What makes you think-"
He tilts his head to one side and looks at me, a small, sad smile on his lips. "I know you. You worry."
I smile back at him. "You're right. I do worry. I can't help it."
"You don't have to worry now, though. As much as I'm hurting on the inside, I still have Connor and his interests come first. I wouldn't fly off the handle and do something stupid for myself if it was going to affect him in any way. I'm not that selfish anymore. I'm learning…" He stands up and offers me his hand, which I gladly take and he pulls me up. "I'll be okay. I promise."
"I hope so Angel." I reply and then start to brighten, trying to cheer him up a little. "And I hope that when the right girl for you comes around, you'll be very happy…oh…maybe not *that* happy. You'll be happy, but you'll still be Angel. So not perfect happiness…unless I can get Tara And Willow to work on that…then I hope lots of perfect happiness on you…Oh...not that I want you to just have sex or anything…" He's starting to smirk at me so I laugh sheepishly. "You gotta stop me when I babble like that. I'm starting to sound like Willow…"
He actually laughs along with me as we descend the stairs. I'm starting to think that maybe this trip is turning out a lot better than I first thought it would…
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A/N- come one, come all and witness the fluffiness that was ch 21. Like I said, I can't really write Buffy too well, especially when she's interacting with Angel. Oh well, no bother…Just review now and I'll be happy. Remember…No reviews equals longer delays. Thanx. ^_~
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This is plain weird. Angel has me seriously wigged. I mean it. He called me 'Buff', actually *accepted* the 'me and Spike' thing *and* talks baby talk… He's turning into Mr Warm-and-Fuzzy-Feelings and I seem to be the only person finding it weird. I don't know whether to be happy about it or disturbed (not in a bad way…but disturbed all the same…)
But, one thing I do know is that he made a valid point. Friends are supposed to support each other and be there for them. They should be able to deal with my decisions. And if they can deal with Angel having a baby then they can also deal with me hooking up with Spike.
That's it. I've made up my mind. I tell the rest of the Scoobies today. I'm sick and tired of tiptoeing around behind their backs. If I want my life to be as close to normal as possible again, I'm gonna have to start letting them back into it. They have to know what's going on with me…after all, they're my friends. That's why they're there.
Xander's gonna freak. And Giles…lets not go there. Lets just *not*.
I know that Dawn liked the idea…but that's 'cos she likes Spike. Anya bonds with him, so no problem there. Tara doesn't dislike him and even Willow seems to enjoy his company every so often, but the guys… Their reactions scare me. I know I gotta do it, though. The longer I leave it, the worse the response will be.
I spy Willow across the room. I'm kinda thinkin' that if I tell them one at a time, it'll be easier. So, I guess she's the first. I start to make my way over. "Hey, Will!" I call, getting her attention.
She spins to face me, smiling brightly. "Buffy! Hey! What's up?"
"I need to talk. To you. I've got some stuff I need to get off my chest." I reply, gesturing towards the courtyard as I do, "Can we go out there?"
She starts to look a little concerned. "Sure…okay." Once we're outside, she sits on the bench and looks up at me patiently. "What's wrong?"
I start to pace. "Not wrong…well…if you were Xander or Giles it'd be wrong…but…It's not really a bad thing…" I take a breath to stop my rambling. This is even harder than telling Angel. "I…I'm seeing Spike."
She seems a tiny bit thrown. (Okay, so that's an understatement…) "Pardon?"
I smile grimly. "Me and Spike are kinda an item…as in together…as in-"
"Sex?" She cuts in bluntly.
"Yeah…" I answer, slightly uneasily. I can still remember a Willow that couldn't even think of saying the word 'sex' without blushing. Now she's interrogating me with it. "That too…"
She seems a little disgusted. "With Spike?"
I'm starting to take offence. I mean, I didn't do anything that disgusting. Its not like *I* went and misused magick to bring someone back from heaven (okay…that was a bit mean of me to think…but I'm being defensive here)…All *I* did was sleep with a vampire. One *without* a soul, yes. But he has *something*. More than a chip…He has compassion and feelings and morals and…I find it hard to believe that he *doesn't* have a soul. Plus, he isn't exactly bad to look at either…quite the opposite, really.
"Yes." I reply, coming off a little too harsh. I ease my tone and try to explain. "He's not that bad, Will. He's caring and sweet and he looks after Dawn and he's been there for me…He's not an evil must-be-staked vamp anymore. He's changed…and-"
"I'm sorry…but its weird, y'know. I mean…Spike." She gives me a small lop- sided smile. "But, if it makes you happy, then I'm all for it."
I sit beside her a give her a hug. "Thanks, Will."
"You're welcome Buffy." She sighs. "I just hope you know what you're doing…"
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And now they all know. (All except Giles, but he'll get it when we get back to Sunnydale.) As predicted, Xander didn't really like it, but he said that he'll try to understand seeing as he's getting married to an ex-vengeance demon and all. Speaking of, Anya loved the idea and wanted to know when we were going to get married (funny, much?)…But then she got all cranky 'cos she thought we might be planning on 'stealing her thunder' (which just goes to show that she's been watching too much FRIENDS). Tara was nice enough and had the most supportive reaction of all, telling me to go for it and follow my heart, which was great.
All-in-all, it didn't go too badly. At least now I have nothing to hide from them, which is a start. But I still feel like there's something missing. There's a void I need to fill in my life. I don't know what it is or how I'll fix it, but there is definitely something absent. If I want my close-enough-to-normal existence I'm gonna have to find out what it is that's missing. That's the next step in my master plan on getting on with my 3rd chance at life.
Across the room Cordelia calls "Buffy!" and rushes over to me (leaving Anya and Xander to talk with themselves), a huge genuine smile plastered on her face. She pulls me into a brief hug and then draws away, keeping her arms on mine in a friendly manner. "You're with Spike? That's soo weird! And good! It's about time you found someone that you can click with! I mean, he's not a bad guy and he's *definitely* a looker…I'm so happy for you. I can't imagine how hard the past year or so has been …" She trails on, but I'm not listening. I'm kinda stuck on the fact that *Cordy* is being nice and caring and soo…un-Cordylike. Everyone is changing around me. Which leaves me wondering:
Have I changed, or am I still the same old Buffy? Is everyone else getting on with their lives and leaving me behind? Do I *have* to change as dramatically as them, or *can* I stay the same? *What is the same?* I'm still trying to find the 'normal' Buffy, but how can I do that if I have to change?
Oh god…I'm really confusing myself here… I have so much stuff going on in my life at the moment, the last thing I need is to think about changing…or filling a void in my life. Why can't anything be easy anymore? Why can't it be like when I was 15 and leading a 'normal' non-slayage life? I had my mom, my little sister and my dad. I had a group of 'normal' friends and I lived in LA. Back then, the world (to my knowledge) *wasn't* a scary place, filled with vampires, demons and apocalypses. Instead it was a fun and exciting place, filled with boys, cheerleading and parties.
Look at me now. I'm 21, 22 soon enough, and I've *died* fighting evil…*twice*. Being a vampire slayer, I had to blow up my high school at graduation 'cos the mayor turned into a giant snake (pretty much) and had to be stopped. I dropped out of college 'cos my mom died and left me to take care of my little sister who, I found out, really doesn't exist at all. In fact, all Dawn's supposed to be is a ball of energy that can open a portal to Hell and destroy the earth. Meanwhile…I barely even *know* who my dad is anymore 'cos I haven't seen him in like 3 years, speaking to him almost just as frequently. And *then* there's the fact that I'm sleeping with yet another vampire boyfriend…
Talk about making major changes. But, somehow, I'm *still* stuck in a rut. I'm still not moving on in life. In fact, I just feel like I'm taking 3 steps backwards with each step forwards. Maybe I'm doing something wrong.
"…What do you think?…Buffy?" Cordy's voice shakes me out of my depressing thoughts and brings me back into the real world.
I focus my eyes back onto her and smile sheepishly. "I'm sorry…I kinda drifted away for a second…You were saying?"
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes with a sigh. "Everyone seems to do that." At my puzzled look she adds, "Drifts off into 'lala land' when I'm talking." I really have to bite my tongue. She left that *sooo* open to mockery. She's oblivious to the look of amusement on my face because she continues, "Anyway…I *was* saying that it would be nice to go out for dinner sometime. You and Spike, Me and Lindsey…maybe even Xander and Anya or Willow and Tara…A strictly couples thing. What do you think?" She nods at me eagerly, awaiting my reply.
"Well…once we get through this law firm thing…I'm game."
Her smile widens and she wraps her arms around my neck. It startles me a little. I'm still not quite used to these random attacks of affection from Cordelia. "That is soo great! There's this perfect little Italian place…"
I nod and smile, offering the odd "Yeah" or "Uh huh." from time to time. I'm not really paying that much attention. She pauses for a split second and hesitates, her eyes travelling behind me. I turn to see what has captured her usually undivided (that's a laugh) attention.
Angel and Lindsey are standing at the top of the stairs, their eyes glued to each other menacingly. Each man is puffed up and ready to fight. Lindsey says something to Angel and prods him provokingly. The vampire smirks and pushes him back, making him stumble backwards. He snaps back at Lindsey and the scene starts to get a little ugly. Both Cordy and I realise it at the same and run up to them.
She grabs hold of Lindsey's arms, stopping him from fighting, while I do the same with Angel. Cordelia drags her boyfriend/partner/whatever away, muttering something under her breath at him. He glares at Angel and tries to apologise to Cordy at the same time. She takes him into one of the rooms, closing the door behind them, and I turn to Angel.
"You wanna tell me what that was all about?" I ask.
He shrugs and avoids my gaze. "It was nothing." I grab his arm as he turns to stalk away, raising my eyebrows as I do. I'm not letting him go until he tells me what's going on and he knows it. He brings his eyes up to meet mine and sighs. "He was pissed off at me. I also decided that I wasn't gonna let him annoy the crap outta me anymore. You saw him start -"
"But *why* did he start on you? Angel, I know you like to think he's still evil and all…but he *had* to have had a reason. Even Angelus justified his actions." I had to say that to get through to him. Even Angel is a typical guy with an ego that screams 'It's not my fault' when it is. He needs to be reminded that every so often, it can be his fault. Angelus (as much as I hate to revert to using him to illustrate my point…and believe me, I do hate to say it) is the perfect way to get through to Angel.
He winces at the mention of his alter-ego and I know that I've made my point. "He was upset because I " and then he mumbles, gluing his eyes back to the floor as he shuffles his feet.
"I'm sorry," I tell him, "I kinda missed that. It sounded like you said that you shishkabobbed something. And I'm pretty sure that's not what you said."
"Lindsey got pissed off 'cos I kissed Cordelia." He snaps, looking me in the eye, painfully. "There I said it. Happy?"
I don't know exactly how to reply. I'm a *tiny* bit upset at the harshness in his tone. What happened to *not* being 'Joe Here's-What-I'm-Thinking'? "Angel…" I whisper. "I…I didn't know you felt …for Cordy…I'm…Well…Cordy?"
He slumps against the wall and slides down to the floor. "I screwed up. Worse than ever. I lost her. Too late…" He thrusts his head backwards and hits the wall with a 'thud'. After a restless second, he throws his head forwards again, back into his hands, then brings it back up and glares up at the ceiling. "Why? Why me? …I keep losing them…Am I really *that* cursed?"
*Now* I'm getting worried. Since when does Angel plead with God or whatever powers rule over the universe? And…wow…he fell for Cordelia? I guess if I could fall for Spike…But…*Cordelia*?
I don't say anything; I just sit down next to him and silently offer my support. It's all I can do. Poor Angel… Maybe one day he *will* find love and *not* lose it. I hope he does. I can't stand to see him like this. Not this depressed.
The last time that I saw it was this bad, he was trying to kill himself. (Remembering that I wasn't really having much to do with him when Darla came back.) The 'Big Bad of Big Bads' had convinced him via images of his victims that he was brought back to kill me and, when he refused, he decided that the best thing to do was end his unlife…again. He thought that the world was better off without him in it.
It was hard convincing him otherwise, but I poured my heart out to him right then and there. I told him that I needed him and that I loved him. I told him that he had to be strong and brave and fight.
And that's what he's been doing. Fighting. He hunts demons and Big Bads here in LA for a living. He no longer thinks or knows that I need him or love him, but he still sticks in there. Maybe, for as long as he's loved her, he stuck to it for Cordy. And maybe he has a different reason. But, whatever the case, I can see him slipping.
After a while he speaks. "I'm not going to do anything drastic, Buffy."
"What? What makes you think-"
He tilts his head to one side and looks at me, a small, sad smile on his lips. "I know you. You worry."
I smile back at him. "You're right. I do worry. I can't help it."
"You don't have to worry now, though. As much as I'm hurting on the inside, I still have Connor and his interests come first. I wouldn't fly off the handle and do something stupid for myself if it was going to affect him in any way. I'm not that selfish anymore. I'm learning…" He stands up and offers me his hand, which I gladly take and he pulls me up. "I'll be okay. I promise."
"I hope so Angel." I reply and then start to brighten, trying to cheer him up a little. "And I hope that when the right girl for you comes around, you'll be very happy…oh…maybe not *that* happy. You'll be happy, but you'll still be Angel. So not perfect happiness…unless I can get Tara And Willow to work on that…then I hope lots of perfect happiness on you…Oh...not that I want you to just have sex or anything…" He's starting to smirk at me so I laugh sheepishly. "You gotta stop me when I babble like that. I'm starting to sound like Willow…"
He actually laughs along with me as we descend the stairs. I'm starting to think that maybe this trip is turning out a lot better than I first thought it would…
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A/N- come one, come all and witness the fluffiness that was ch 21. Like I said, I can't really write Buffy too well, especially when she's interacting with Angel. Oh well, no bother…Just review now and I'll be happy. Remember…No reviews equals longer delays. Thanx. ^_~