My Unsung Hero
Author: Bitca E-mail: bitca_101@hotmail.com
Authors Note: Again, sequel to 'Life', so yeah read that and part one of this to understand what is going on. It's set at 'Forever' Season 5 of Btvs.
This part was very hard to write so please be gentle. I have NO experience with this sort of thing, thankfully, so I am winging it : (
Rating: Will eventually become 'R' rated. (
Feedback: If you wouldn't mind I would love it... PLEASE OH PLEASE!!! : D ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________
Part 3
"What are we going to do Mr. Gordo?" Buffy sighed as she sat on the edge of her bed, nervous about the life ahead of her now.
She stood and went in search of her dressing gown. ____________________________________________________________________________ ________
Angel hung up the phone, Cordelia and his crew were going to head back to LA in a few hours and were currently staying in a nice motel, probably paid for by him no doubt. Cordy always neglected to bring that part up. But the need to inform them of his whereabouts weren't necessary as they had already guessed and Xander had already told them.
He stood in the kitchen about to get started raiding the cupboards when he felt another presence in the house. Silently walking into the dining area in search of who or more importantly, what the intruder was.
Dawn stood at the foot of the stairs wondering where everyone was, in particular Buffy.
"Dawn?" Angel asked stopping in the dining room. She turned to face him surprised.
"Angel? You're still here? Where's Buffy?" she asked surprised.
"Yeah I'm staying, she's upstairs, she's just woken up. I was just about to make some breakfast, did you want some?" he asked cautiously.
Dawn swallowed, and nodded, desperately not wanting to cry anymore. She took a shaky breath and smiled wryly up at him.
"It's okay that you miss her," he said softly, noting her trying to bottle up her emotions.
Tears instantly sprung to her eyes and her face contorted as she hardened her jaw pushing back the need to bawl. She breathed in standing tall, almost convincing herself that she could do it. But she couldn't stop the flow of tears, and they quickly fell down her cheeks, breaking the hold she had on herself.
He moved forward to embrace her in a tight hug, allowing her tears to soak through his shirt. Sobs racked her small body and Angel couldn't help but feel completely helpless in trying to help her. As her sobs waned he pulled back and kneeled before her to look into her sad puffy eyes, with his back to the stairs.
"If you didn't miss her, I would be worried," Angel said smiling up at her as he gently wiped a tear off her cheek.
"I am just so sick of crying," she murmured bitterly, biting her lip to stop it from trembling.
"I know. But you have to mourn her, you have to grieve, and when the tears stop, and they will! . You will come to realise that she's gone and no amount of tears will bring her back, but she *can* live on in you," he said pointing to her heart.
"But she will always be here, inside of you, a part of you. You have to make a special place for her in your heart, somewhere where it's just you and her, and no one else can touch it. And she'll live on, and she'll be with you always," Angel was really unsure as to how to do this. He had never had to go through this when he was a child and had no idea how to explain it to a child without being harsh or blunt or simply making it worse.
"I just miss her so much! I need her," she whispered desperately.
"I know, and you'll miss her everyday, I won't lie to you. But with everyday it will soon get easier and the pain will lessen, and you'll be able to look back on the memories, good and bad. And it won't tear you apart. It just takes time. I'm sorry I can't offer you anything else Dawn, or any answers, but time. You just... have to go through it," he said softly, shaking his head. There was shaky silence as Dawn absorbed it all, thinking, she looked back up at him.
"Like with you and Buffy?" she asked trying to connect to it something that was outside of herself, maybe trying to make it easier to understand and take in.
"Yeah, sort of. The way that you love your mother is different to the way I love Buffy though. I mean I miss her every second that I'm away,. But the love between you and your mother is unconditional and a different love to ours, in some respects," he said thinking, trying to explain it was like trying to understand it. Hopeless.
"Umm it's really hard to explain Dawn-," he was cut off by her.
"No, I understand, you're making sense, don't worry," she smiled down to reassure him that she understood what he was trying to say.
"You're sure? You're not just saying that to make feel better?" he asked teasingly.
Her whole face brightened as a smile took over her features. "No. I feel better now, thank you. Did you want some help with that breakfast?" she asked hopefully. It was true she did feel better now, maybe it was from being spoken to like an adult or spoken to like a child, she didn't really know. All she did know was that she understood her pain a little better now and knew that it wouldn't consume her like she thought it would, and that she wouldn't always feel this empty, and that made her happy.
"I'd love for you to help me," he smiled standing up, still with his back to the stairs. He waited for Dawn to walk ahead towards the kitchen. Turning to follow Dawn he saw Buffy out of the corner of his eye, he calmly turned to look at her.
Buffy was standing there on the landing watching him with a soft smile on her face, only she knowing how long and how much she had heard. Angel smiled back, his trademark half grin, his caring eyes pinning her to the spot until he broke the moment and moved off towards the kitchen.
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Now this teaser's just cruel and yes, I am aware of it, but you know you want to read it :P Now I know this last chapter was depressing, but Joyce has just died. BUT unfortunately it made it hard to write cause otherwise it would just be a really drepressing story and I think Hope is depressing enough. So I have tried to make this story fluffy and sweet as possible, without straying too far from the plot.
But again enjoy, and keep the feedback coming!!! :D And the next part of Hope is coming. I promisel!!! :P
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"Are you okay?" Angel asked as they both rose from the floor.
Buffy nodded and looked up into his concern filled gaze as she sucked on her wounded thumb. Angel gently took her wrist in his hand and slowly guided her hand to him. He looked with scrutiny down at her thumb, and Buffy watched him in anticipation.
Angel met her eyes again and smiled as he brought her thumb to his lips and softly kissed it.
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Author: Bitca E-mail: bitca_101@hotmail.com
Authors Note: Again, sequel to 'Life', so yeah read that and part one of this to understand what is going on. It's set at 'Forever' Season 5 of Btvs.
This part was very hard to write so please be gentle. I have NO experience with this sort of thing, thankfully, so I am winging it : (
Rating: Will eventually become 'R' rated. (
Feedback: If you wouldn't mind I would love it... PLEASE OH PLEASE!!! : D ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________
Part 3
"What are we going to do Mr. Gordo?" Buffy sighed as she sat on the edge of her bed, nervous about the life ahead of her now.
She stood and went in search of her dressing gown. ____________________________________________________________________________ ________
Angel hung up the phone, Cordelia and his crew were going to head back to LA in a few hours and were currently staying in a nice motel, probably paid for by him no doubt. Cordy always neglected to bring that part up. But the need to inform them of his whereabouts weren't necessary as they had already guessed and Xander had already told them.
He stood in the kitchen about to get started raiding the cupboards when he felt another presence in the house. Silently walking into the dining area in search of who or more importantly, what the intruder was.
Dawn stood at the foot of the stairs wondering where everyone was, in particular Buffy.
"Dawn?" Angel asked stopping in the dining room. She turned to face him surprised.
"Angel? You're still here? Where's Buffy?" she asked surprised.
"Yeah I'm staying, she's upstairs, she's just woken up. I was just about to make some breakfast, did you want some?" he asked cautiously.
Dawn swallowed, and nodded, desperately not wanting to cry anymore. She took a shaky breath and smiled wryly up at him.
"It's okay that you miss her," he said softly, noting her trying to bottle up her emotions.
Tears instantly sprung to her eyes and her face contorted as she hardened her jaw pushing back the need to bawl. She breathed in standing tall, almost convincing herself that she could do it. But she couldn't stop the flow of tears, and they quickly fell down her cheeks, breaking the hold she had on herself.
He moved forward to embrace her in a tight hug, allowing her tears to soak through his shirt. Sobs racked her small body and Angel couldn't help but feel completely helpless in trying to help her. As her sobs waned he pulled back and kneeled before her to look into her sad puffy eyes, with his back to the stairs.
"If you didn't miss her, I would be worried," Angel said smiling up at her as he gently wiped a tear off her cheek.
"I am just so sick of crying," she murmured bitterly, biting her lip to stop it from trembling.
"I know. But you have to mourn her, you have to grieve, and when the tears stop, and they will! . You will come to realise that she's gone and no amount of tears will bring her back, but she *can* live on in you," he said pointing to her heart.
"But she will always be here, inside of you, a part of you. You have to make a special place for her in your heart, somewhere where it's just you and her, and no one else can touch it. And she'll live on, and she'll be with you always," Angel was really unsure as to how to do this. He had never had to go through this when he was a child and had no idea how to explain it to a child without being harsh or blunt or simply making it worse.
"I just miss her so much! I need her," she whispered desperately.
"I know, and you'll miss her everyday, I won't lie to you. But with everyday it will soon get easier and the pain will lessen, and you'll be able to look back on the memories, good and bad. And it won't tear you apart. It just takes time. I'm sorry I can't offer you anything else Dawn, or any answers, but time. You just... have to go through it," he said softly, shaking his head. There was shaky silence as Dawn absorbed it all, thinking, she looked back up at him.
"Like with you and Buffy?" she asked trying to connect to it something that was outside of herself, maybe trying to make it easier to understand and take in.
"Yeah, sort of. The way that you love your mother is different to the way I love Buffy though. I mean I miss her every second that I'm away,. But the love between you and your mother is unconditional and a different love to ours, in some respects," he said thinking, trying to explain it was like trying to understand it. Hopeless.
"Umm it's really hard to explain Dawn-," he was cut off by her.
"No, I understand, you're making sense, don't worry," she smiled down to reassure him that she understood what he was trying to say.
"You're sure? You're not just saying that to make feel better?" he asked teasingly.
Her whole face brightened as a smile took over her features. "No. I feel better now, thank you. Did you want some help with that breakfast?" she asked hopefully. It was true she did feel better now, maybe it was from being spoken to like an adult or spoken to like a child, she didn't really know. All she did know was that she understood her pain a little better now and knew that it wouldn't consume her like she thought it would, and that she wouldn't always feel this empty, and that made her happy.
"I'd love for you to help me," he smiled standing up, still with his back to the stairs. He waited for Dawn to walk ahead towards the kitchen. Turning to follow Dawn he saw Buffy out of the corner of his eye, he calmly turned to look at her.
Buffy was standing there on the landing watching him with a soft smile on her face, only she knowing how long and how much she had heard. Angel smiled back, his trademark half grin, his caring eyes pinning her to the spot until he broke the moment and moved off towards the kitchen.
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Now this teaser's just cruel and yes, I am aware of it, but you know you want to read it :P Now I know this last chapter was depressing, but Joyce has just died. BUT unfortunately it made it hard to write cause otherwise it would just be a really drepressing story and I think Hope is depressing enough. So I have tried to make this story fluffy and sweet as possible, without straying too far from the plot.
But again enjoy, and keep the feedback coming!!! :D And the next part of Hope is coming. I promisel!!! :P
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"Are you okay?" Angel asked as they both rose from the floor.
Buffy nodded and looked up into his concern filled gaze as she sucked on her wounded thumb. Angel gently took her wrist in his hand and slowly guided her hand to him. He looked with scrutiny down at her thumb, and Buffy watched him in anticipation.
Angel met her eyes again and smiled as he brought her thumb to his lips and softly kissed it.
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