Home Again
Skitty
Disclaimer: I'm not Joss Wheden, the WB, Fox, or UPN, the characters ain't mine. The song lyrics however, are mine, and will soon be found on my site. Maybe.
Distribution: E-mail me
Rating: PG, PG-13 at most.
Authors Notes/Spoilers: I guess for 6/3, but not really... just kinda, obvious stuff that you would get from any fic you read. I know it sucks, but please, no flamers.
Story:
Take a breath and let it go
There's something you need to know
I'm standing here, looking out
And I still see you there
I still love you
100 years had flown by. Angel had buried countless friends, Doyle had been the first. Slowly employees would come and go, many dying, many simply moving on. and then it had happened. She'd died a third and final time, smashing his heart into a million pieces. He kept fighting, kept struggling for redemption, but it was empty. He had friends, but no close ones.
36. The love he'd found, the passion, the happiness, the only light he'd really ever known had gone out 20 years after they'd met. 20 years out of 350 he'd been as close to ecstacy as he was allowed to get. He'd thought the worst torment was dreaming of but not being able to touch her. Having her there, but never reaching for her. He'd been wrong.
The worst torment was knowing she'd moved into the next world, where he could never go. He'd given up on Shanshu. Without her, the sun was pointless.
I miss when you were here
Though you'll never know
I'm here looking where you once stood
And in my mind you never left
Your ghosts still there
2102. Life was fast and people lived hard. The U.S. thrived while other countries fell to ruin. L.A. was entirely different and entirely the same. Still fame hungry young people coming to escape their pain. Still a breeding ground for evil. Still run by Wolfram and Hart, who were still after him.
But he couldn't bring himself to care. He hadn't been able to for 86 years. His compassion had died with her. Or most of it. He'd kept going for Conner. Then he'd been turned. And Angel kept going to put his son's demon to rest. Now he'd done that. He had no reason to fight now.
For so long I tried
I had to go on for you
But your memories are killing me
'Cause for me you never left
You're always there
He could still remember the last time he'd waited for the sun. How hard she'd begged for him to go in. How much she'd cared for him. She'd loved him more than anyone ever had. She'd believed in him. And she'd given him a purpose, a reason to go on, a reason to believe in his goodness.
Goodness died with her. New Slayers were called, but none survived long. None stood a chance. Death tolls had escalated. Life had sunk into Hell. With Buffy, the powers had lost too many warriors. for balance to ensue. Faith lost her fire, Buffy's friends sank into despair. No one was left but him. And he'd tried. But he couldn't control it now.
And baby I'm searchin' for a way
But you haunt me so bad
And I love you so much
To me you haven't gone away...
I've just gone insane
As dawn approached, snow fell. "Again?" he groaned. Well, he'd keep waiting. It had to come sometime.
"You're supposed to be here," a soft, familiar voice whispered. He spun to face her. "Because they sent me back to make things better and I need you."
Angel grasped the small, blond, freshly immortal Slayer and held her to him. "Stay with me," he said roughly.
"Always," she whispered.
Always.
Disclaimer: I'm not Joss Wheden, the WB, Fox, or UPN, the characters ain't mine. The song lyrics however, are mine, and will soon be found on my site. Maybe.
Distribution: E-mail me
Rating: PG, PG-13 at most.
Authors Notes/Spoilers: I guess for 6/3, but not really... just kinda, obvious stuff that you would get from any fic you read. I know it sucks, but please, no flamers.
Story:
Take a breath and let it go
There's something you need to know
I'm standing here, looking out
And I still see you there
I still love you
100 years had flown by. Angel had buried countless friends, Doyle had been the first. Slowly employees would come and go, many dying, many simply moving on. and then it had happened. She'd died a third and final time, smashing his heart into a million pieces. He kept fighting, kept struggling for redemption, but it was empty. He had friends, but no close ones.
36. The love he'd found, the passion, the happiness, the only light he'd really ever known had gone out 20 years after they'd met. 20 years out of 350 he'd been as close to ecstacy as he was allowed to get. He'd thought the worst torment was dreaming of but not being able to touch her. Having her there, but never reaching for her. He'd been wrong.
The worst torment was knowing she'd moved into the next world, where he could never go. He'd given up on Shanshu. Without her, the sun was pointless.
I miss when you were here
Though you'll never know
I'm here looking where you once stood
And in my mind you never left
Your ghosts still there
2102. Life was fast and people lived hard. The U.S. thrived while other countries fell to ruin. L.A. was entirely different and entirely the same. Still fame hungry young people coming to escape their pain. Still a breeding ground for evil. Still run by Wolfram and Hart, who were still after him.
But he couldn't bring himself to care. He hadn't been able to for 86 years. His compassion had died with her. Or most of it. He'd kept going for Conner. Then he'd been turned. And Angel kept going to put his son's demon to rest. Now he'd done that. He had no reason to fight now.
For so long I tried
I had to go on for you
But your memories are killing me
'Cause for me you never left
You're always there
He could still remember the last time he'd waited for the sun. How hard she'd begged for him to go in. How much she'd cared for him. She'd loved him more than anyone ever had. She'd believed in him. And she'd given him a purpose, a reason to go on, a reason to believe in his goodness.
Goodness died with her. New Slayers were called, but none survived long. None stood a chance. Death tolls had escalated. Life had sunk into Hell. With Buffy, the powers had lost too many warriors. for balance to ensue. Faith lost her fire, Buffy's friends sank into despair. No one was left but him. And he'd tried. But he couldn't control it now.
And baby I'm searchin' for a way
But you haunt me so bad
And I love you so much
To me you haven't gone away...
I've just gone insane
As dawn approached, snow fell. "Again?" he groaned. Well, he'd keep waiting. It had to come sometime.
"You're supposed to be here," a soft, familiar voice whispered. He spun to face her. "Because they sent me back to make things better and I need you."
Angel grasped the small, blond, freshly immortal Slayer and held her to him. "Stay with me," he said roughly.
"Always," she whispered.
Always.