Disclaimer: Sadly, nothing belongs to poor, pitiful me. Wish they did
though! I wonder if I have enough money to buy them from Whedon.?
Author's Note: Divided into two parts, it follows Buffy and Angel on the same day. Also, I have been nominated for a niftyfull award - so please go and vote for me at. Oh, and forgive me if my timeline with Angel is a bit off..
In the kitchen, Buffy half-heartedly munched on a piece of toast, staring off into space, a dreamy look on her face. So she didn't notice when Dawn bounced energetically in, humming an happy-sounding tune. She took one look at her sister and smiled, moving around the island, to sit right across from her.
"Hello? Earth to Buffy?" she said rather loudly, while waving her hand in front of Buffy's face. Buffy jumped a little and smiled a bit, dropping her piece of toast.
"Oh. Hey Dawnie. Anything special going on today?" Her sister rolled her eyes. It WAS Saturday after all.
"Just going with some friends to the mall, hang out. the usual. You?" Buffy grimaced and shook her head. "No, not really. I'll probably just stop over to see Willow and then Xander. Rent a sappy movie and sit there watching it, wondering why I don't have anyone. You know, the usual."
Dawn had grabbed some cereal and was pouring it into a bowl, when she stopped and looked up at her older sister. "Oh.. I see." Something was going on with Buffy. and she knew it wasn't good.
Around 11:00 AM, Buffy left her house and headed towards Willow's. A lot had happened since Sophomore year of high school. Willow's obsession with Xander, then Oz. The development of her witchcraft. and Tara. In her wildest dreams, Buffy never thought that Wil would turn out to be a lesbian. And then Oz had come back after they'd defeated The First. He and Wil were back together again, and things were going fine. Willow helped at the Magic Box and Oz's band was pretty well known nowadays. They might even get a CD contract.
When she came to Willow's house, she knocked before opening the door. She looked into the living room and immediately turned away. Oz and Willow were quite plainly making out on the couch, and hadn't heard her knocking. Sighing softly, she turned away and headed back outside. they didn't need to know she had been there.
Angel! Her heart cried, Angel! The tryst with Spike had been nothing to her, a few steps in the wrong direction. Sure, she'd seen the tender and gentle side of him during that period of time. and she knew he could be a little like Angel. That's probably what she had been attracted to in the first place. NO! Buffy had gone over this a million times in her head before, and it was to no avail! Nothing rationalized it, and she only sickened herself wondering why she had done it.
All she wanted was Angel.
Turning away from Willow's house, she headed towards Xanders. His love life hadn't been so hot either. First attempting to get Buffy herself.and then Cordelia. Ick. Why anyone would want Cordelia was honestly beyond Buffy's comprehension. And then Anya. Anyanka as she was known in the demon word - ex-demon then. And now. now Anya was dead. She had died during the battle with the uberVamps.
Buffy stopped at a coffee shop on the way there and bought an iced cappuccino. Really not paying much attention to the world around her, Buffy walked and sipped and became lost in her own thoughts. What was Angel doing now? Did he ever think about her? Had he moved on? How was Angel Investigations going? The past - too many memories to relive at once. Their first time, in Angel's satin bedsheets. He had been so tender, so gentle with her, a mere girl. Angelus. and Faith. Faith who was good now - the Faith that had helped her with the Potentials. All of it was long gone. Too long, in her mind.
She brought herself back to the world at Xander's door and she stood before it, hand raised to knock. Yet she couldn't. Xander had ever only had harsh words to say about Angel. "Dead-boy." He could never understand, nor would he be sympathetic. Without a word, she dropped her hand, and her head hung low. Feeling utterly alone in the world, Buffy turned for home, the beginnings of tears glistening in her eyes.
The key turned in the lock, and she pushed the door open. The interior was as usual. Neat, tidy, organized. Dawn wasn't there, it was quite obvious - there would have been loud music, or the chatter of voices. The house was silent and empty. Buffy dropped her purse on the floor and headed upstairs to her room. Her room was her sanctuary, her haven. So many memories. With a few strides, she crossed the room to her window, and lay her hand upon the frame.
There, in that spot was where she had kissed Angel for the first time. The first time she knew he was a vampire. Stolen kisses at night, out the window, murmured words of farewell. A silent tear trickled down her cheek, and Buffy crumpled to the floor. Her face in her arms, resting on the sill, she weeped for a long-lost lover. And there, with a few stray rays of golden light flooding in, she cried herself to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------
Author's Note: Divided into two parts, it follows Buffy and Angel on the same day. Also, I have been nominated for a niftyfull award - so please go and vote for me at. Oh, and forgive me if my timeline with Angel is a bit off..
In the kitchen, Buffy half-heartedly munched on a piece of toast, staring off into space, a dreamy look on her face. So she didn't notice when Dawn bounced energetically in, humming an happy-sounding tune. She took one look at her sister and smiled, moving around the island, to sit right across from her.
"Hello? Earth to Buffy?" she said rather loudly, while waving her hand in front of Buffy's face. Buffy jumped a little and smiled a bit, dropping her piece of toast.
"Oh. Hey Dawnie. Anything special going on today?" Her sister rolled her eyes. It WAS Saturday after all.
"Just going with some friends to the mall, hang out. the usual. You?" Buffy grimaced and shook her head. "No, not really. I'll probably just stop over to see Willow and then Xander. Rent a sappy movie and sit there watching it, wondering why I don't have anyone. You know, the usual."
Dawn had grabbed some cereal and was pouring it into a bowl, when she stopped and looked up at her older sister. "Oh.. I see." Something was going on with Buffy. and she knew it wasn't good.
Around 11:00 AM, Buffy left her house and headed towards Willow's. A lot had happened since Sophomore year of high school. Willow's obsession with Xander, then Oz. The development of her witchcraft. and Tara. In her wildest dreams, Buffy never thought that Wil would turn out to be a lesbian. And then Oz had come back after they'd defeated The First. He and Wil were back together again, and things were going fine. Willow helped at the Magic Box and Oz's band was pretty well known nowadays. They might even get a CD contract.
When she came to Willow's house, she knocked before opening the door. She looked into the living room and immediately turned away. Oz and Willow were quite plainly making out on the couch, and hadn't heard her knocking. Sighing softly, she turned away and headed back outside. they didn't need to know she had been there.
Angel! Her heart cried, Angel! The tryst with Spike had been nothing to her, a few steps in the wrong direction. Sure, she'd seen the tender and gentle side of him during that period of time. and she knew he could be a little like Angel. That's probably what she had been attracted to in the first place. NO! Buffy had gone over this a million times in her head before, and it was to no avail! Nothing rationalized it, and she only sickened herself wondering why she had done it.
All she wanted was Angel.
Turning away from Willow's house, she headed towards Xanders. His love life hadn't been so hot either. First attempting to get Buffy herself.and then Cordelia. Ick. Why anyone would want Cordelia was honestly beyond Buffy's comprehension. And then Anya. Anyanka as she was known in the demon word - ex-demon then. And now. now Anya was dead. She had died during the battle with the uberVamps.
Buffy stopped at a coffee shop on the way there and bought an iced cappuccino. Really not paying much attention to the world around her, Buffy walked and sipped and became lost in her own thoughts. What was Angel doing now? Did he ever think about her? Had he moved on? How was Angel Investigations going? The past - too many memories to relive at once. Their first time, in Angel's satin bedsheets. He had been so tender, so gentle with her, a mere girl. Angelus. and Faith. Faith who was good now - the Faith that had helped her with the Potentials. All of it was long gone. Too long, in her mind.
She brought herself back to the world at Xander's door and she stood before it, hand raised to knock. Yet she couldn't. Xander had ever only had harsh words to say about Angel. "Dead-boy." He could never understand, nor would he be sympathetic. Without a word, she dropped her hand, and her head hung low. Feeling utterly alone in the world, Buffy turned for home, the beginnings of tears glistening in her eyes.
The key turned in the lock, and she pushed the door open. The interior was as usual. Neat, tidy, organized. Dawn wasn't there, it was quite obvious - there would have been loud music, or the chatter of voices. The house was silent and empty. Buffy dropped her purse on the floor and headed upstairs to her room. Her room was her sanctuary, her haven. So many memories. With a few strides, she crossed the room to her window, and lay her hand upon the frame.
There, in that spot was where she had kissed Angel for the first time. The first time she knew he was a vampire. Stolen kisses at night, out the window, murmured words of farewell. A silent tear trickled down her cheek, and Buffy crumpled to the floor. Her face in her arms, resting on the sill, she weeped for a long-lost lover. And there, with a few stray rays of golden light flooding in, she cried herself to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------