Lost Love
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By. Every Night I Save You
Summary: Buffy looks back on her time in L.A., after the destruction of Sunnydale, and the loss of Spike.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, Joss Whedon does, I'm just borrowing them. I promise to give them all back, but maybe not Spike.
***************************************************** Prologue
3 months after the battle . . . ***************************************************** As Buffy walked through the cemetery, her thoughts turned back to Sunnydale and to Spike. Oh God, how she missed him. Especially at night, that had been they're time. Whether they were patrol together or fighting each other, the darkness of night had been the setting. Now she could find no comfort in the dark, not without Spike.
After he . . . after the Hellmouth was closed. They had packed everyone onto the bus and took off for L.A., and Angel. It had been hard, I felt like I was betraying Spike, by turning to Angel. But he had something I needed, resources. Angel had the money and the room to take care of everyone until they could be sent to various places all over the globe. When I looked at Angel for the first time since Spike had . . .
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"Buffy," he said. He walked towards her, opening his arms to hold her. "Thank God, you're alright."
Buffy stood completely still, as Angel put his arms around her. She just had to get through this moment and then she could find a bed and sleep for a week. Even though she knew she would be plagued with dreams, of him, she welcomed them now, she longed for him.
But of course, it's never that simple. As soon as the words left Angel's lips, she flinched. Angel noticed this and that the people standing in the lobby of the Hyperion behind Buffy seemed to hold their breath as one. Stepping back, he looked in Buffy's eyes and saw hurt and sadness, but most of all anger. He looked at her confused, what had he said.
"Buffy?" he said softly.
"I'm not alright," she said, just above a whisper. Willow stepped forward along with Dawn and Faith.
"Angel, can we do this after?" Willow asked. 'Resolve face' in place.
Angel got the feeling that even though she asked, she was only going to take one answer. "We set up some of the rooms, just in case you decided to come." He turned and headed up the stairs. The group at the doors of the hotel, let out the breaths none of them had noticed that they were holding.
It had been like that since they left the crater. They all settled on the bus for the two hour ride to L.A. The ones that weren't taking care of the wounded had seen Buffy, sitting with Dawn in the front of the bus. They had heard the sobs begin soon after the bus had been in motion. Dawn had asked Buffy if she was alright and the oldest and strongest Slayer in history seemed to shatter like a piece of glass. She cried with her head buried in Dawn's stomach, the gut-wrenching sobs were all that could be heard. Willow had risen from her seat beside Kennedy and sat down on the other side of Buffy, her and Dawn wrapping their arms around her. She stayed in the warm cocoon of their arms until she finally cried herself to sleep. When the cries ended, the occupants on the bus had relaxed, but some knew it was only temporary. The crying would go on for months.
Summary: Buffy looks back on her time in L.A., after the destruction of Sunnydale, and the loss of Spike.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, Joss Whedon does, I'm just borrowing them. I promise to give them all back, but maybe not Spike.
***************************************************** Prologue
3 months after the battle . . . ***************************************************** As Buffy walked through the cemetery, her thoughts turned back to Sunnydale and to Spike. Oh God, how she missed him. Especially at night, that had been they're time. Whether they were patrol together or fighting each other, the darkness of night had been the setting. Now she could find no comfort in the dark, not without Spike.
After he . . . after the Hellmouth was closed. They had packed everyone onto the bus and took off for L.A., and Angel. It had been hard, I felt like I was betraying Spike, by turning to Angel. But he had something I needed, resources. Angel had the money and the room to take care of everyone until they could be sent to various places all over the globe. When I looked at Angel for the first time since Spike had . . .
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"Buffy," he said. He walked towards her, opening his arms to hold her. "Thank God, you're alright."
Buffy stood completely still, as Angel put his arms around her. She just had to get through this moment and then she could find a bed and sleep for a week. Even though she knew she would be plagued with dreams, of him, she welcomed them now, she longed for him.
But of course, it's never that simple. As soon as the words left Angel's lips, she flinched. Angel noticed this and that the people standing in the lobby of the Hyperion behind Buffy seemed to hold their breath as one. Stepping back, he looked in Buffy's eyes and saw hurt and sadness, but most of all anger. He looked at her confused, what had he said.
"Buffy?" he said softly.
"I'm not alright," she said, just above a whisper. Willow stepped forward along with Dawn and Faith.
"Angel, can we do this after?" Willow asked. 'Resolve face' in place.
Angel got the feeling that even though she asked, she was only going to take one answer. "We set up some of the rooms, just in case you decided to come." He turned and headed up the stairs. The group at the doors of the hotel, let out the breaths none of them had noticed that they were holding.
It had been like that since they left the crater. They all settled on the bus for the two hour ride to L.A. The ones that weren't taking care of the wounded had seen Buffy, sitting with Dawn in the front of the bus. They had heard the sobs begin soon after the bus had been in motion. Dawn had asked Buffy if she was alright and the oldest and strongest Slayer in history seemed to shatter like a piece of glass. She cried with her head buried in Dawn's stomach, the gut-wrenching sobs were all that could be heard. Willow had risen from her seat beside Kennedy and sat down on the other side of Buffy, her and Dawn wrapping their arms around her. She stayed in the warm cocoon of their arms until she finally cried herself to sleep. When the cries ended, the occupants on the bus had relaxed, but some knew it was only temporary. The crying would go on for months.