Disclaimer: Still wishing to own BUFFY or ANGEL. Sadly, it has not happened
yet. Did you know Whedon won't accept bribery?
Author's Note: 2nd part of 3rd chap. Follows Angel. Sorry if my timeline is a bit off. Based right after Cordy dies. Just to clear up a few questions: They don't live in Sunnydale anymore. After all, it WAS swallowed by the Hellmouth. But they all moved to the same area. =P. Ahhh, the wonders of an author's license. I'm sorry for taking so long to get this one up. Life's gone hectic and muse went flat! Bleh. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this part. Oh, and DO YOUR PART TO SAVE ANGEL!!! We won't go down without a fight!! www.saveangel.org
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Wolfram and Hart. Almost everyday Angel asked himself why he had accepted this role. Why? That question along with many others. And the one thing he found out was that dwelling on the past was bad for you. It complicated the present and made him even broodier than he already was – at least, that was what Cordy had told him. Sweet Cordelia. After High School, she had really changed... which was a relief because he probably wouldn't have been able to deal with her had she not. But now that she was dead, he could finally admit that yes, he had loved her. But that love was second to Buffy. She would always come first. And that was the problem, or so he thought...
Stepping out of the elevator at W&H, Angel nodded courteously to a few visiting demons, staff members, and friends. He stopped at Harmony's desk to check on the daily schedule and get his blood – in his #1 Boss cup. But when Angel walked into his office, he was a bit surprised to see Spike sitting in a plush chair, just waiting for him. Raising his eyebrows, Angel growled in frustration. Why couldn't his childe leave him alone?! "What the hell do you want, Spike?"
Spike only grinned innocently at him, ignoring the temper. Angel was always being a bloody poof after all. He leaned on his knees, hands clasped together. "What do you say to a lil trip back to see Buffy and the gang, 'eh?"
Angel froze, his back was turned to Spike so that he couldn't see the wave of longing and heartache that washed across his features. Forcing himself to put on a face of calm indifference. Angel turned around and sat on the edge of his desk. He was silent for a minute or two, remembering all the wonderful times he and Buffy had together. But he also knew that Spike was absolutely dying to return to her.
He shook his head sadly, "No Spike. No one is going to go see Buffy. Especially not you, alone. IF you ever go, I will be going with you, capiche?"
Spike shook his head derisively and chuckled. "You know, I knew you would say that. What's the matter, Peaches? Can't stand the thought of someone else being with her? The thought that maybe, just maybe, she doesn't love you anymore? That she might love – "
Spike was suddenly cut off as Angel slammed him against the back of the chair, his hand tight around Spike's neck. He had vamped out, and was glaringly hatefully at Spike. Not that either of them actually needed oxygen, but Angel's grip was tight enough to bruise, and leave fingermarks around his neck.
"Buffy could NEVER love you! Don't you ever, EVER say that again. Do you hear me?!" His eyes were furious, blazing with anger. Spike hadn't meant to get him /i worked up... So he nodded slightly and looked away.
Angel jerked away, still growling under his breath. That insolent bastard! The only thing that hurt him more was that Spike was right. That was what he was afraid of. That he would find her, but he would find her with someone else. Or worse! That she actually might love Spike more than him. Angel knew of the history between Buffy and Spike, he wasn't stupid or naïve. With his vampire face still on, Angel pointed towards the door. "Get out, Spike." He spat out the words as if they were toxic and disgusting.
Spike gave him one last glance before swiftly turning and stalking out, slamming the oaken doors behind him. Angel's face returned to normal, and he went into brooding mode. He knew now that it was inevitable. He HAD to see her, he had to see Buffy. For the better part of an hour, he stared out the window into the City of Angels, until he was disturbed by Fred and Wesley.
The rest of his day went as normal, meetings, etc. By then, he had come to a decision. As Angel walked out of his office, he stopped by Harmony's desk once more. "Cancel all my meetings and appointments for the next week." He started to walk away, leaving a stunned Harmony sitting there. But he remembered something and turned around, saying in grave tones. "I have some urgent business to attend to, if anyone asks."
He wouldn't tell anyone where he was going – not Fred, Lorne, Wesley, Gunn... and especially not Spike. He would probably figure out what was going on. But hopefully, it wouldn't be for a while.
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Author's Note: 2nd part of 3rd chap. Follows Angel. Sorry if my timeline is a bit off. Based right after Cordy dies. Just to clear up a few questions: They don't live in Sunnydale anymore. After all, it WAS swallowed by the Hellmouth. But they all moved to the same area. =P. Ahhh, the wonders of an author's license. I'm sorry for taking so long to get this one up. Life's gone hectic and muse went flat! Bleh. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this part. Oh, and DO YOUR PART TO SAVE ANGEL!!! We won't go down without a fight!! www.saveangel.org
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Wolfram and Hart. Almost everyday Angel asked himself why he had accepted this role. Why? That question along with many others. And the one thing he found out was that dwelling on the past was bad for you. It complicated the present and made him even broodier than he already was – at least, that was what Cordy had told him. Sweet Cordelia. After High School, she had really changed... which was a relief because he probably wouldn't have been able to deal with her had she not. But now that she was dead, he could finally admit that yes, he had loved her. But that love was second to Buffy. She would always come first. And that was the problem, or so he thought...
Stepping out of the elevator at W&H, Angel nodded courteously to a few visiting demons, staff members, and friends. He stopped at Harmony's desk to check on the daily schedule and get his blood – in his #1 Boss cup. But when Angel walked into his office, he was a bit surprised to see Spike sitting in a plush chair, just waiting for him. Raising his eyebrows, Angel growled in frustration. Why couldn't his childe leave him alone?! "What the hell do you want, Spike?"
Spike only grinned innocently at him, ignoring the temper. Angel was always being a bloody poof after all. He leaned on his knees, hands clasped together. "What do you say to a lil trip back to see Buffy and the gang, 'eh?"
Angel froze, his back was turned to Spike so that he couldn't see the wave of longing and heartache that washed across his features. Forcing himself to put on a face of calm indifference. Angel turned around and sat on the edge of his desk. He was silent for a minute or two, remembering all the wonderful times he and Buffy had together. But he also knew that Spike was absolutely dying to return to her.
He shook his head sadly, "No Spike. No one is going to go see Buffy. Especially not you, alone. IF you ever go, I will be going with you, capiche?"
Spike shook his head derisively and chuckled. "You know, I knew you would say that. What's the matter, Peaches? Can't stand the thought of someone else being with her? The thought that maybe, just maybe, she doesn't love you anymore? That she might love – "
Spike was suddenly cut off as Angel slammed him against the back of the chair, his hand tight around Spike's neck. He had vamped out, and was glaringly hatefully at Spike. Not that either of them actually needed oxygen, but Angel's grip was tight enough to bruise, and leave fingermarks around his neck.
"Buffy could NEVER love you! Don't you ever, EVER say that again. Do you hear me?!" His eyes were furious, blazing with anger. Spike hadn't meant to get him /i worked up... So he nodded slightly and looked away.
Angel jerked away, still growling under his breath. That insolent bastard! The only thing that hurt him more was that Spike was right. That was what he was afraid of. That he would find her, but he would find her with someone else. Or worse! That she actually might love Spike more than him. Angel knew of the history between Buffy and Spike, he wasn't stupid or naïve. With his vampire face still on, Angel pointed towards the door. "Get out, Spike." He spat out the words as if they were toxic and disgusting.
Spike gave him one last glance before swiftly turning and stalking out, slamming the oaken doors behind him. Angel's face returned to normal, and he went into brooding mode. He knew now that it was inevitable. He HAD to see her, he had to see Buffy. For the better part of an hour, he stared out the window into the City of Angels, until he was disturbed by Fred and Wesley.
The rest of his day went as normal, meetings, etc. By then, he had come to a decision. As Angel walked out of his office, he stopped by Harmony's desk once more. "Cancel all my meetings and appointments for the next week." He started to walk away, leaving a stunned Harmony sitting there. But he remembered something and turned around, saying in grave tones. "I have some urgent business to attend to, if anyone asks."
He wouldn't tell anyone where he was going – not Fred, Lorne, Wesley, Gunn... and especially not Spike. He would probably figure out what was going on. But hopefully, it wouldn't be for a while.
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