By: Lucey
E-mail: littlelucey@web.de
Disclaimer: I *so* don´t own them! *sigh*
Timeline: Between BtVS Season 4&5 and AtS 1&2
Rating: this part is PG – 13 but there will be R or NC-17 *g*
Pairing: nothing specific for this part, but B/A in general
Distribution: take what you want, but tell me where it´s going
Synopsis: Angel is in *big* trouble and only one person can help him - guess who it is? *g*
AN1: The lyrics are from Bryan Adams
AN2: soon there will be more parts of this fic at the site Hannah-Bee and I are working on (there will be the NC-17 parts), you should really check it out!
Feedback: please!!!!! Do I sound desperate? ;o)
Dedication: Mmh...let´s see....´course: To Netti, Merry X-mas sweety! We both know we hate it but hey, we already survived the last years! Yay! To Hannah Bee because she´s working at our website *hug*, to my evil twin Chris because I just *love* her! And to all desperate B/A-shippers, I know you´re out there! :o)
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Prologue
Buffy yawned and snuggled deeper into her pillows and blanket. They had called it an early night. Willow and Tara had gone to the dorms after their "ladies night" at the Bronze. Neither of them had been in the mood to party, perhaps because the three of them had seemed rather lost in comparison to the usual size of the gang.
But with Xander and Anya gone on holiday for an unknown time and place, and Riley, staying in Iowa for two more days, there were only three Scoobies left in Sunnydale that was, thanks to the Powers, quiet as never. A few vamps here and there were all Buffy got to fight during her short patrols. Even Giles seemed bored.
Buffy sighed as she realized how quiet her house was, with her mother staying in San Francisco for an auction. No Mom, no Riley, it almost seemed as if everybody decided to give the slayer a little break from dealing - with all kinds of stuff. Things with Joyce had definitely gotten better during the last year but still Buffy fought getting used to living at home during her holiday.
Soon deep REM took over.
//Don't drop that bomb on me//
But not for long. An annoying sound pulled the slayer out of her well earned rest. The phone.
"What the hell.....", she cursed under her breath as she fumbled for the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Buffy?"
"Willow?"
"No. Buffy, it's me. Cordelia."
"Cordy, do you have any idea what time we have?", Buffy yelled.
"Could you please shut up and listen to me? And yes I know."
"I'm sorry, Cordy, is everything ok?"
Something just had to be wrong. Cordy never called her. No one from LA called her. Not even... Shit. Angel. He had to be in trouble. Serious trouble. But why wasn't he calling himself?
"It's Angel...", Cordy croaked out, before she started crying.
No. Not Angel....
"Cordy, please, I need to know. Is he in trouble? Oh god... he's not.....?" Fear crept up in her as her soul instinctively started reaching out for its mate.
More sobbing on the other end of the line.
"CORDY! Talk to me...stop crying....ok...is Wesley there?"
A few seconds later Buffy heard footsteps through the phone, followed by the voice of her ex-watcher.
"Hello Buffy."
"Hi Wes."
"Sorry to disturb you at this hour, but Cordy insisted to call you."
"Because he's too stubborn to do it himself", Buffy heard the brunette add, still tearstricken.
"Could you *please* tell me what is wrong with him?", Buffy trembled with tension. Thank God he was alive, as far as she understood Cordelia correctly.
"Angel is in trouble. Serious trouble."
"Wes drop the cryptic, just TELL me!", Buffy snarled, her heartbeat increasing. Oh God. His soul?
"Angel was arrested two hours ago."
"He WHAT??"
"Kate, you remember the police officer from your last...uhm...visit? The blonde....uhm, she showed up here to arrest him. Of course he didn´t have anything to do with it, he was just there to save the woman... but he was too late... and then someone saw him and....he can't prove he's not guilty, none of us was with him...."
"So? They can't keep him. He didn't...."
"They want to keep him overnight, his case will come up for trial tomorrow morning..."
"Oh God, the sunlight...."
"Exactly. He will die if.... we have to prove his innocence."
"But why will they go to court so soon."
"There was a series of murders committed during the last weeks. All by the same killer. Angel tried to hunt him down but he came too late... and now he...."
"Now they think he has killed these people? But he would never....don't they set him free on bail?"
There had to be a way. Angel couldn't simply die because of some stubborn policeman or stupid rules. And he also couldn't tell the police what he was.
"No, they refused our offer, they will take him to trial."
"Oh God...but what can I do? What can we do?"
Her mind raced thinking about a possible solution.
//I'm not guilty. Baby I'm not.//
"You have to get him out of there. Please!", Cordelia had taken the phone again, begging the slayer to save the life of her friend.
"Cordy, do you have any idea..."
"So you just let him die because you get laid by your new boytoy now? And Angel doesn't matter anymore?", Cordelia neared hysteria.
Buffy surpressed the urge to slam the receiver down instantly.
"Are you crazy? I´d never.....Cordy do you have any idea what he meant...what he means to me?"
"I'm sorry, Buffy, please, it's just...I'm so scared and I don't know what to do..."
"Ok. I´ll be in LA. as soon as possible. I´ll get him outa there. I swear."
"Thank you..."
"Bye Cordy...".
So LA. Oh God, what did she promise them? Rescue him? HOW??
But all that never mattered while she stuffed clothes and other things into her duffel bag. She would save him.
Angel just couldn't die. And if he did, the last he would see was her trying to save him.
She raced to her desk, scribbling a note for her Mom and Willow.
"Mom. I'm going to LA. Will, don't worry, I´ll be back. Call Cordy. Buffy."
Rooting for her bag she ran down the stairs. It was 1:30 a.m. .
As she threw the door shut behind her she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Shit. Were the hell I´ll get a car from?"
tbc....