I'M BACK! Yes, it finally happened... I got a C in Geometry... YAY ME!
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AN: Hopefully this will clear up some of the confusion... I think one person got it... go Nancy!... WHOOHOO!... ok, I'm just a little happy...
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Buffy pulled away and ran to the opposite side of the room. She pushed herself into the corner and hugged her knees, praying that he wouldn't hurt her.
"Buffy?" she heard a soft voice ask timidly.
She refused to look up, believing that voice was only her imagination.
"Buffy," it whispered again, near her ear. "Come on, look at me."
Buffy cautiously looked up, keeping her firm grip around her knees. She once again found herself staring into the soft brown of Angel's eyes.
She whimpered and threw her arms around Angel's neck, crying harder.
"What the hell happened?" Ephram asked, appearing in the doorway.
"I- I don't know," Angel stammered, visibly shaken. "Buffy, what's wrong? What happened?"
"He- he was here," Buffy whispered, drying her tears on Angel's shirt. "I swear to God, he- he was right there- where you were- when we kissed- I swear I saw him! Spike was here"
"Oh," Angel said, a little dejected. Her gently stroked her hair as she continued to ramble on. He told himself, he knew she would need time, but did she really think that he would hurt her? No, she probably didn't think that herself, but her subconscious did.
"Um," Ephram asked, a little uncomfortable. "Should I go?"
"That might be a good thing, just for today," Angel agreed. He hated kicking the kid out, but he really needed to talk to Buffy and Ephram didn't need to know just yet why she was here.
"Ok, I'll see you around," Ephram said. "Good luck tomorrow with the presentation."
"Thanks kid," Angel smiled. "Say hi to Delia for me."
"See you around," Ephram waved, stepping out the door.
Angel turned back to Buffy, who had calmed down and was now embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I don't know- it just happened. I didn't want to remember him."
"It happens," Angel sympathized. "We need to talk though. If this, me being here, is going to bother you, maybe we should get you your own apartment."
"No!" Buffy cried. "I want to be here with you."
"It's not going to be easy," Angel insisted. "Everyday, you might see or hear something that will remind you of-," Angel stopped at the thought of mentioning Spike's name. Because he hated the boy so much and he wasn't sure how Buffy would react. "Of him, and you- it's just not going to be easy."
Buffy nodded, knowing he was right. "But I still don't want to leave."
"Ok, that's fine," Angel hesitated a bit.
"You know what?" Buffy sighed. "It's late, I think I'm going to go to bed. Um, I can sleep on the couch if you want."
Really, she just wanted to avoid talking about the kiss with everything else going on. Leave it to her to complicate things even more.
"No, I have some work to do," Angel shook his head. "Take the bed, I'll take the couch. Believe me, it wouldn't be the first time I fell asleep working in the living room."
"Ok, good luck," Buffy said, remembering Ephram's words. "What presentation?"
"It'll decide if I get to stay at the firm or not," Angel said.
Buffy laughed bitterly and said, "So not pressure."
"No shit," Angel agreed.
With that Buffy left, leaving Angel alone and pacing the living room. He didn't want to work, he wanted to talk to Buffy, see if Ephram was ok, no doubt the guy had questions, and maybe even sleep himself. But, eventually, when the clock ticked 10 o'clock, he decided it was work time.
That's when he noticed his disk, his job-dependant disk, was gone.
"SHIT!" he whispered angrily. " That little shit! I'm as so gonna kill Lindsey!"
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So, was it worth waiting?...
I write, you read, you review, I write more.
Disclaimer: SC1
Feedback: You love me right?
AN: Hopefully this will clear up some of the confusion... I think one person got it... go Nancy!... WHOOHOO!... ok, I'm just a little happy...
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Buffy pulled away and ran to the opposite side of the room. She pushed herself into the corner and hugged her knees, praying that he wouldn't hurt her.
"Buffy?" she heard a soft voice ask timidly.
She refused to look up, believing that voice was only her imagination.
"Buffy," it whispered again, near her ear. "Come on, look at me."
Buffy cautiously looked up, keeping her firm grip around her knees. She once again found herself staring into the soft brown of Angel's eyes.
She whimpered and threw her arms around Angel's neck, crying harder.
"What the hell happened?" Ephram asked, appearing in the doorway.
"I- I don't know," Angel stammered, visibly shaken. "Buffy, what's wrong? What happened?"
"He- he was here," Buffy whispered, drying her tears on Angel's shirt. "I swear to God, he- he was right there- where you were- when we kissed- I swear I saw him! Spike was here"
"Oh," Angel said, a little dejected. Her gently stroked her hair as she continued to ramble on. He told himself, he knew she would need time, but did she really think that he would hurt her? No, she probably didn't think that herself, but her subconscious did.
"Um," Ephram asked, a little uncomfortable. "Should I go?"
"That might be a good thing, just for today," Angel agreed. He hated kicking the kid out, but he really needed to talk to Buffy and Ephram didn't need to know just yet why she was here.
"Ok, I'll see you around," Ephram said. "Good luck tomorrow with the presentation."
"Thanks kid," Angel smiled. "Say hi to Delia for me."
"See you around," Ephram waved, stepping out the door.
Angel turned back to Buffy, who had calmed down and was now embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I don't know- it just happened. I didn't want to remember him."
"It happens," Angel sympathized. "We need to talk though. If this, me being here, is going to bother you, maybe we should get you your own apartment."
"No!" Buffy cried. "I want to be here with you."
"It's not going to be easy," Angel insisted. "Everyday, you might see or hear something that will remind you of-," Angel stopped at the thought of mentioning Spike's name. Because he hated the boy so much and he wasn't sure how Buffy would react. "Of him, and you- it's just not going to be easy."
Buffy nodded, knowing he was right. "But I still don't want to leave."
"Ok, that's fine," Angel hesitated a bit.
"You know what?" Buffy sighed. "It's late, I think I'm going to go to bed. Um, I can sleep on the couch if you want."
Really, she just wanted to avoid talking about the kiss with everything else going on. Leave it to her to complicate things even more.
"No, I have some work to do," Angel shook his head. "Take the bed, I'll take the couch. Believe me, it wouldn't be the first time I fell asleep working in the living room."
"Ok, good luck," Buffy said, remembering Ephram's words. "What presentation?"
"It'll decide if I get to stay at the firm or not," Angel said.
Buffy laughed bitterly and said, "So not pressure."
"No shit," Angel agreed.
With that Buffy left, leaving Angel alone and pacing the living room. He didn't want to work, he wanted to talk to Buffy, see if Ephram was ok, no doubt the guy had questions, and maybe even sleep himself. But, eventually, when the clock ticked 10 o'clock, he decided it was work time.
That's when he noticed his disk, his job-dependant disk, was gone.
"SHIT!" he whispered angrily. " That little shit! I'm as so gonna kill Lindsey!"
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So, was it worth waiting?...
I write, you read, you review, I write more.