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A/N: Okay this is for those of you who reviewed and said that they wanted more. Again don't flame me if this is not great. I started it at 3 in the morning while cramming for my history final. (I am bah-a-ad bah-ad girl).
Timeline: This happens after Btvs "Entropy" and sometime after "Forgiving" in Atvs.
Enjoy the read
Sorrow
"How long have I been standing there?" I wonder looking up at the Hyperion Hotel. I got here about ten minutes ago. When I left Sunnydale a few hours ago I was determined to walk through those door and go to help him. I was not thinking about what we would say to each other or how awkward it might feel to be around him.
"Come on Buffy, You have moved on and you are both adults?" I say out loud but I can hear in my head that little voice talking again denying my encouragement. What am I expecting? Truly I do not know. But I have stalled enough and I grab my bag on the passenger seat and get out of the car.
The Sun is shining and it's not too hot. I look at the people walking in the sidewalk across the street from the Hotel. Some look care free and happy. I envy them for only a few seconds. I look at my reflection in the windows of the car. I have looked better I think to myself. I fix my black t-shirt and fix my jeans trying to get the wrinkles out of them. This might not be one of my best choice of clothes but I guess it will have to do. I ran a few nervous fingers through my hair wishing I could curl them in.
"Buffy, you have stalled enough. Angel needs you." I say to myself and I walk towards the double doors of the hotel entrance. With each step I wonder if I had not make a mistake by coming. I had not seen him for more than eight months, but for some reason I knew that it would feel like we had not seen each other in ages. " Can I even help him?" I think as I stand in the lobby.
I size the hotel and can't keep the smile away. I chuckle thinking of how much this place is so him, vast open space, big windows letting the light penetrate, a garden in the middle of the building. Yeah that was Angel's kind of place. I look at the floor and jump. "Since when is he in painting pentagrams on his floor?"
"Is anyone here?" I ask loudly. My echo answers me. "Angel? Cordy? Wes? Are you there?" I still get no answer. I walk towards the staircase and go up a few steps. I am puzzled for a while. I wonder whether I should go to the right or to the left. I concentrate for a while, hoping that I could sense him or not. I take a step towards the right and feel a certain pull in the pit of my stomach. Angel. If I go down that hall I know that I will eventually find him. I start down the hall concentrating on my "spider sense" hoping that there are no other vampires in the building. I come to a full stop in front of a door that looks as if it barely standing on its hinges. I feel a pull again but this time not in the pit of my stomach and I know that Angel is behind that door.
I gently knock on the door. I stand there for a few seconds waiting for a reply but nothing comes. I could knock harder but I am standing at the door of a vampire with enhance hearing who could have heard my heart beat from the lobby. " Is he ignoring me? Maybe he is hurt." At that thought I open the door anxious and I let out a gasp as I take in my surrounding. The walls are black with sooth and the furniture looks charred. I enter the room fully, wondering what in the world happened here and getting more worried with each step. I feel his presence but I can't seem to see him.
I hear a slight movement to my right and I move towards it. I see Angel. He is sitting on a bed starring at something. I walk closer to him, curious to find out what has him so engrossed. Than I see it and I halt. A burned crib, what is that doing here? Why is Angel so mesmerize by it? IS he? I look at him again. His shoulders are slumped; his demeanor is of a lost man. Something blue captures my attention. He is holding in his hands a light blue blanket and a small bear.
I notice than that the whole room is full of artifacts that might belong to a newborn child. My mind is racing with questions that I am not sure if I want them answered.
"Angel" I whisper softly coming closer to him. I reach a hand to his shoulder but I get no response. I say his name again but it's like he doesn't even hear me. So I go stand between him and the crib and it seems to get his attention. He looks at me, and my heart breaks at the sorrow that I see in there. I want to ask him what is wrong. I want to know why are is eyes full of unshed tears. To whom do the blanket and the toy belong to but I know better than to do so. I close the gap between us. I am not sure of what I am doing. I want to touch him but he seems to be in so much pain that I am not even sure if that is the right thing to do. " He looks broken," says the voice in my head. "I wonder if whatever happened was the reason that I had led me to think about him after so long. Was I here to help him be unbroken?
" Buffy…"
His voice brings me back to the situation. He is staring at me and I get a flashback to another time where I had seen that much anguish in his face, when his soul had been return to him for a second time. I put my hand on his shoulder hesitantly. I am not sure of what to do so I just stand there and hope he will do or say something.
I don't have to wait long. I hear a sob come out of his lips. I feel him pull me closer to him as he buries his face on my stomach. His hands are holding on to my shirt and his shaking trying to fight the tear and the anguish that are ripping his soul. I gently run my hands threw his hair to provide comfort.
I am not sure what happened but for the moment it does not matter. All that matter is the man holding on to me now. I know that all I want to do at the moment is protect him and I silently pray for the strength to do so.
AN: I know it is short. Should I write more??? It all depends on whether you want more. Please review and let me know what you think.