Title - Strange Companions
Author - Paige
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - As. If.
Distribution - Just let me know.
Feedback - Please! I'll love you forever!
A/N1 - There's a little self-gratification (not like that! Eww!) in here, sort of puttin' my name in print. Ignore it.
A/N2 - Hyped on NiteQuil & ibuprofen. Great stuff.
Buffy pushed away from Liam roughly, sliding to the other side of the car and huddling against the door. "Who the hell are you?"
He fished out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, taking a long drag. He looked at her with a familiar half-smile and familiar pain in familiar dark eyes. "You know who I am, Buffy."
She reached out and lightly caressed the side of his face. "Angel?" she breathed out, not quite able to believe her eyes. "And Spike?"
The blonde shook his head, continuing to drive, and Buffy suddenly realized she hadn't seen another person or car the entire time. "Not Spike, William. Kind of.the soul." He jerked his head back at Liam. "Kinda like him."
Liam.or, Angel, or whoever the hell he was, nodded. "Yeah."
Buffy turned to Lillia. "If he's Angel, and he's Spike's soul, who the hell are you?"
A smile dawned on the other girl's beautiful face. "You can call me Serafin."
"The Metatron. The Voice Of God," Spike mocked, deepening his voice.
'Serafin' kicked him. "Do I pick on your job, William The Bloody?"
"I don't have a job, Serafin."
Liam reached out and caressed Buffy's hair, running his fingers through the satiny smooth locks. "I've missed you, God, more than anything."
Buffy smiled at him, caressing his face, running her fingers over his lips, staring at him with huge, teary eyes. "I thought you felt familiar."
Spike snorted laughter.
Serafin kicked him. "Shhh," she hissed, watching the pair with tears in her eyes.
Angel pulled her towards him, catching her lips in a sweet, kind kiss. "I love you," he breathed, holding her tightly. "So much."
Buffy tightly wrapped herself in his arms. "Where are we?" She looked at her lover with huge eyes. "I sent you to Hell."
"We pulled him out," Serafin explained quietly, wiping her eyes. "He didn't belong there. And this.this is kinda like Limbo." She shrugged. "A dimension made just for you." A quick, bright grin. "Do you like it?"
Buffy hiccuped out a laugh. "I love it, but why?"
Serafin leaned back against the door, absently contemplating the ceiling. "Because we needed to explain a few things to you, and we didn't want your nosy friends around. Especially that Xander creep."
"Sera," Angel chided gently, caressing Buffy's back.
She shrugged. "Whatever. We needed to have you and Liam - Angel, sorry - in an environment where no one was going to die. We shrunk him back to the teen years, cooked up a life history, and decided to let you figure it out. How's that?"
She leaned forward. "The world needs you, and you can't help the world if you're all busy competing with Angel for The Broodiest Person Around Award, being all guilt-ridden. So we brought you here -" she gestured around her "- to get you to snap out of it."
Buffy's face crumpled up. "But I killed you!" she wailed, huddling into Angel.
"He's going back with you," Serafin said gently. "So is William's soul. So you'll have to cursed vampires. Two permanently cursed, able to be happy vampires. Sound like fun?"
Buffy ignored her, to busy concentrating on her lover. "Oh, Angel."
"I love you, Buffy."
"I love you, too."
TBC.
Author - Paige
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - As. If.
Distribution - Just let me know.
Feedback - Please! I'll love you forever!
A/N1 - There's a little self-gratification (not like that! Eww!) in here, sort of puttin' my name in print. Ignore it.
A/N2 - Hyped on NiteQuil & ibuprofen. Great stuff.
Buffy pushed away from Liam roughly, sliding to the other side of the car and huddling against the door. "Who the hell are you?"
He fished out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, taking a long drag. He looked at her with a familiar half-smile and familiar pain in familiar dark eyes. "You know who I am, Buffy."
She reached out and lightly caressed the side of his face. "Angel?" she breathed out, not quite able to believe her eyes. "And Spike?"
The blonde shook his head, continuing to drive, and Buffy suddenly realized she hadn't seen another person or car the entire time. "Not Spike, William. Kind of.the soul." He jerked his head back at Liam. "Kinda like him."
Liam.or, Angel, or whoever the hell he was, nodded. "Yeah."
Buffy turned to Lillia. "If he's Angel, and he's Spike's soul, who the hell are you?"
A smile dawned on the other girl's beautiful face. "You can call me Serafin."
"The Metatron. The Voice Of God," Spike mocked, deepening his voice.
'Serafin' kicked him. "Do I pick on your job, William The Bloody?"
"I don't have a job, Serafin."
Liam reached out and caressed Buffy's hair, running his fingers through the satiny smooth locks. "I've missed you, God, more than anything."
Buffy smiled at him, caressing his face, running her fingers over his lips, staring at him with huge, teary eyes. "I thought you felt familiar."
Spike snorted laughter.
Serafin kicked him. "Shhh," she hissed, watching the pair with tears in her eyes.
Angel pulled her towards him, catching her lips in a sweet, kind kiss. "I love you," he breathed, holding her tightly. "So much."
Buffy tightly wrapped herself in his arms. "Where are we?" She looked at her lover with huge eyes. "I sent you to Hell."
"We pulled him out," Serafin explained quietly, wiping her eyes. "He didn't belong there. And this.this is kinda like Limbo." She shrugged. "A dimension made just for you." A quick, bright grin. "Do you like it?"
Buffy hiccuped out a laugh. "I love it, but why?"
Serafin leaned back against the door, absently contemplating the ceiling. "Because we needed to explain a few things to you, and we didn't want your nosy friends around. Especially that Xander creep."
"Sera," Angel chided gently, caressing Buffy's back.
She shrugged. "Whatever. We needed to have you and Liam - Angel, sorry - in an environment where no one was going to die. We shrunk him back to the teen years, cooked up a life history, and decided to let you figure it out. How's that?"
She leaned forward. "The world needs you, and you can't help the world if you're all busy competing with Angel for The Broodiest Person Around Award, being all guilt-ridden. So we brought you here -" she gestured around her "- to get you to snap out of it."
Buffy's face crumpled up. "But I killed you!" she wailed, huddling into Angel.
"He's going back with you," Serafin said gently. "So is William's soul. So you'll have to cursed vampires. Two permanently cursed, able to be happy vampires. Sound like fun?"
Buffy ignored her, to busy concentrating on her lover. "Oh, Angel."
"I love you, Buffy."
"I love you, too."
TBC.
