Title: Love Conquers
Authors: Goldy and Doodle
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to some Japanese guy. Not
us. Just to be clear. As for Buffy and Angel we got upn, wb, Joss, Marti, and
all those fun loving people in there.
Synopsis: Serena decides that Buffy and Angel have been
separated long enough and needs some help finding each other again.
Timeline: After 'BTVS' S4 and 'Ats' S1
Spoilers: 'IWRY'
Rating: PG
Serena blew out another sobby
breath and reached for the tissues. She
then gave another long loud tearful wail.
She vaguely realized that her makeup was running but for once she really
didn't care.
This was
how Darien found her. " Oh my god
Serena, what's wrong?"
"It's just
so….happy! Angel's human and they can
finally get naked together!! I'm so very happy right now." Then she sighed and
sniffled once again.
"Women…"
Mumbled Darien under his breath.
"I heard
that but I don't care today. Be prepared when tomorrow comes. Oh, be quiet this
is my favourite part!"
"Mint
chocolate chip cookie dough. My favourite!" Buffy was saying on the screen.
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A half hour
later the show was over and Serena still hadn't regained control of herself, a
rare occurrence if there was one. She
was even more out of control than she had been a half hour earlier.
Darien took
a deep breath, re-entered the room and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong *now*?"
All of a
sudden, the tears stopped and he could see the change in her eyes. She was pissed off at something and he
sincerely hoped that it wasn't him.
He'd been in the path of her rage before and he didn't intend to be ever
again.
"Damn you!"
she cried, "Why do you always have to end the same way? Why did Riley have to be born? Why can't Angel stay human? Stupid stupid people!!!"
She stood
there, hands on her hips, smoke pouring from her ears, and eyeing the vase on
the table as if debating throwing it at the TV.
"Are you
mad at me….or at Buffy?" Darien asked
sensitively…or at least trying to. He
was having some trouble concealing his laughter at her anger. That laughter would die in less than an
instant if the vase she was eyeing was directed at him.
Serena
turned and nearly pierced a hole in him with her glare. Then, as if getting control of herself, she
grabbed his hand and raced out the door.
Ignoring his protests and pleas she continued running down the hall.
The last
thing that could be heard from the room was a muffled, "Where the hell are we
going?"
"Sunnydale."