Disclaimers n such on "deafening silence"
So here i am, driving.
Driving to what could possibly be the humiliation of my life, and trust me, i have a list of reasons to believe this.
1) I'm almost certain Cordelia still hates me. Whether it's for my fashion sense or just for existing, im not sure.
2) I haven't talked to Angel in quite a while, and now im just gonna show up...? oh yea, that'll go well.
3) His new girlfriend could be there, not that he has one....but what if he does?
4) What am i supposed to say when i get there? "Hi......I uh....had a dream...thought maybe we could talk?"
"And the lamest conversationalist in the world goes to......"
Oh yea, I'm so turning around.
I turn the corner and back up, and start to go back to sunnydale....
and of all the things that couldve happened....
This one tops them all
I smash right into Angel's car which, this prove's it's his fault, come's speeding out of nowhere.
*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh my god..." Angel rushes out of the car and practically rips the door open, and Buffy's just laying there, unconcious, But angel doesn't see her face and just picks her up and runs to the Hyperion.
*~*~*~*~*~
"What the hell is Buffy doing in L.A.?"
Everyone's voice is so far away, but from the arrogance and pure ice surrounding the sentence i can tell it's cordy's voice, but then it seems to soften
"God, is she ok?"
And I must be staring at her like she's grown another head because she smiles
"Guys, she's awake, she's ok."
I look to see who "Guys" is, and exactly how many people are working for A.I. now...
I see a skinny bookish looking brunette and the phrase "get a load of the she-giles" comes to mind
I'd laugh if i wasn't confused out of my mind.
There's Cordy, Wesley's looking a bit rough around the edges, but still has a smile on his face.
There's this green modern-looking demon, who has a delighted expression on his face, like he knows something.
And a boy about dawn's age, and there all staring at me, with different expressions on their faces.
There's only one person missing, and i figure i can make a break for it while he's not here, no one in this group looks strong enough to take me if i move fast enough...
And just as I'm about to get up, a bright light flashes in my eyes, and there's angel, holding a mini-flashlight and checking for a concussion
"She looks okay....a little disoriented, maybe out of it, but if she rests she should be ok..."
Cordy frowns at him as if to say "Ok, your looking at the one person youve loved in your whole life....and your giving her a physical? get real angel"
I can only stare....I can't say anything.
The silence in the room is seemingly endless...
That is, until a black guy, major hottie reporting to duty, swings in the lobby and looks at them all crowding over her.
"Damn, I wouldn't be talking either with all you guys staring at me like that..."
Thank god....someone who's still sane in here, and they all back up some, and go about there buisness and Angel helps me up, walking to his office, and helping me walk with him.
*~*~*~*~*~
I'm sitting in a leather chair across from Angel who sits behind a desk and looks straight at me.
"So, who are you really? which one of Wolfram and Hart's lovely abomination's are you?"
I almost laugh at him, but i hold it back seeing as it might only anger him, and i didn't have the energy for another episode of the "Angel/Buffy" show.
"Who's Wolfram and Hart?"
"Funny, cut the BS, what do they want?"
I get up, I needed answers, and a plan, not an interrogation.
"Look, I don't know what your going through here, but i'm gonna go solve this apocolypse thing myself, because it's obvious someones terrorizing you or we wouldn't be playing 20 questions....next time, i'll just call."
Angel got up for a minute, and just stood there, like he was in shock.
"What? You got some more accusations for me?"
He come's over to me, and looks so relieved it makes me wanna cry, and he pulls me into a hug, and i've never felt so safe in my life, like i could just leave everything behind, as long as i was here, nothing bad could ever happen.
Too bad the truth always hurts huh?
Because the apocalypse is comming, whether i like it or not.
But for now....we just hold eachother.
And for a moment we are safe.
So here i am, driving.
Driving to what could possibly be the humiliation of my life, and trust me, i have a list of reasons to believe this.
1) I'm almost certain Cordelia still hates me. Whether it's for my fashion sense or just for existing, im not sure.
2) I haven't talked to Angel in quite a while, and now im just gonna show up...? oh yea, that'll go well.
3) His new girlfriend could be there, not that he has one....but what if he does?
4) What am i supposed to say when i get there? "Hi......I uh....had a dream...thought maybe we could talk?"
"And the lamest conversationalist in the world goes to......"
Oh yea, I'm so turning around.
I turn the corner and back up, and start to go back to sunnydale....
and of all the things that couldve happened....
This one tops them all
I smash right into Angel's car which, this prove's it's his fault, come's speeding out of nowhere.
*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh my god..." Angel rushes out of the car and practically rips the door open, and Buffy's just laying there, unconcious, But angel doesn't see her face and just picks her up and runs to the Hyperion.
*~*~*~*~*~
"What the hell is Buffy doing in L.A.?"
Everyone's voice is so far away, but from the arrogance and pure ice surrounding the sentence i can tell it's cordy's voice, but then it seems to soften
"God, is she ok?"
And I must be staring at her like she's grown another head because she smiles
"Guys, she's awake, she's ok."
I look to see who "Guys" is, and exactly how many people are working for A.I. now...
I see a skinny bookish looking brunette and the phrase "get a load of the she-giles" comes to mind
I'd laugh if i wasn't confused out of my mind.
There's Cordy, Wesley's looking a bit rough around the edges, but still has a smile on his face.
There's this green modern-looking demon, who has a delighted expression on his face, like he knows something.
And a boy about dawn's age, and there all staring at me, with different expressions on their faces.
There's only one person missing, and i figure i can make a break for it while he's not here, no one in this group looks strong enough to take me if i move fast enough...
And just as I'm about to get up, a bright light flashes in my eyes, and there's angel, holding a mini-flashlight and checking for a concussion
"She looks okay....a little disoriented, maybe out of it, but if she rests she should be ok..."
Cordy frowns at him as if to say "Ok, your looking at the one person youve loved in your whole life....and your giving her a physical? get real angel"
I can only stare....I can't say anything.
The silence in the room is seemingly endless...
That is, until a black guy, major hottie reporting to duty, swings in the lobby and looks at them all crowding over her.
"Damn, I wouldn't be talking either with all you guys staring at me like that..."
Thank god....someone who's still sane in here, and they all back up some, and go about there buisness and Angel helps me up, walking to his office, and helping me walk with him.
*~*~*~*~*~
I'm sitting in a leather chair across from Angel who sits behind a desk and looks straight at me.
"So, who are you really? which one of Wolfram and Hart's lovely abomination's are you?"
I almost laugh at him, but i hold it back seeing as it might only anger him, and i didn't have the energy for another episode of the "Angel/Buffy" show.
"Who's Wolfram and Hart?"
"Funny, cut the BS, what do they want?"
I get up, I needed answers, and a plan, not an interrogation.
"Look, I don't know what your going through here, but i'm gonna go solve this apocolypse thing myself, because it's obvious someones terrorizing you or we wouldn't be playing 20 questions....next time, i'll just call."
Angel got up for a minute, and just stood there, like he was in shock.
"What? You got some more accusations for me?"
He come's over to me, and looks so relieved it makes me wanna cry, and he pulls me into a hug, and i've never felt so safe in my life, like i could just leave everything behind, as long as i was here, nothing bad could ever happen.
Too bad the truth always hurts huh?
Because the apocalypse is comming, whether i like it or not.
But for now....we just hold eachother.
And for a moment we are safe.