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Tariq-I am glad that you liked this Wes. I will work on making Angel have a
mean streak, but it'll probably happen later. I wanna kinda focus on some
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Ch.8
"Hey." Angel said walking into the dimly lit office that was formerly Wesley's.
Buffy looked up from her book that she was researching in, "Angel." She smiled.
Angel beamed in his heart, she still said his name like she used too. He sat in the chair opposite the petite blonde.
Buffy continued to look at him as he sat down, obviously still in pain as it took him a minute to find a comfortable spot, but better than hallucinating dreams that kept him in bed, not that she minded Angel in bed. She smiled at the thought, 'bad Buffy. Very bad Buffy' she scolded to herself and let her face straighten out.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, closing her book and nervously touched her tight ponytail.
"Mmmm. Better. Thanks." He said in typical short yet informative Angel fashion.
"That's good. I was hoping..."
"You didn't have too...feed me." He said, his eyes fluttered to the floor in shame of what he was, what she had to give to him. Life.
"It's ok." She sighed, "You needed your strength. Besides it's the least I can do after I practically squished your son."
Angel shook his head, "You don't owe me anything." He looked up at her.
"I know, but you needed help and I could give it to you. I was feeling givey."
"Still...You shouldn't have-"
"It's ok Angel." She said and walked around the desk and stood in front of him sitting in the chair.
She took his room temperature hand in hers and made him stand up.
He looked down at Buffy who, no matter how tall her boots were, was still a good 6 inches shorter than him.
He stared at her gray-green eyes she had worn since Angel had left her. He had noticed it every time he had seen her since their separation. Her eyes grew a little grayer every time he'd seen her compared to the forest green pools they had been when she was 16 and in love, with him.
Buffy noticed the intensity and awkwardness in the air and let go of Angel's hand that had made its way up over her heart and held tightly in hers.
"Thank you." He whispered.
She sighed, realizing that she had made a mistake in letting his hand go if it meant they had to speak and ruin the much better quietness between them, "No sweat. I'm full of the Magic o' Slayer healing blood, besides it's not like-"
He put a finger on her mouth "Not for that-well yes for that, but I meant for what you said before. About trusting me." He took his hand away from her mouth.
"Oh." She breathed. Her gaze fell to the floor and she moved away from the proximity of Angel.
Angel stood for a moment, drawing a needless breath, "It means a lot to me that you can trust me Buffy."
Buffy smiled at the way he said her name, like it was the most important word in all of the languages that he knew.
"Yeah." She blushed. There was a silence, "I am glad you are feeling better. You looked like death ran over you a third time."
Angel gave a half laugh-half smile, "It was pretty close there for a while."
"Yeah. I guess it's a good thing Wesley found you or else who knows how long it would have taken before I found you...you might have been..." Buffy couldn't finish her sentence, didn't want to think about what she almost said.
Angel remained unreadable, a talent that he and Oz were famous for and drove Buffy and Willow crazy in High School.
"Yeah. Good thing." Angel said to himself, not seeming to remember that Buffy had super hearing too.
"I hope you don't mind me being here, with all the girls and stuff...It's just we had no where to go after Sunnydale became hole-y, and not in the water kind of way either." Buffy said, realizing that she never had Angel's permission to bring her dozens of Slayerette's and friends into his home.
"I hardly noticed, until I took a look at my weapons cabinet and saw that one of my crossbows went missing and Gunn swore to me that he didn't have it. I figured it was one of the girls."
"I'm sorry. I'll find it." Buffy said and started walking to the door, almost thankful to be relived of the horrible small talk conversation her and Angel seemed to always share when they met now, but Angel took hold of her arm and pulled her around, bringing her closer to him.
"I already did. The guy with the blonde hair that talks a lot had it."
"Oh."
"A little quick to leave weren't you?" Angel questioned, letting go of Buffy's arm, letting her back away from him.
"I guess. It's not you, it's just...this is awkward."
"Why?" Angel asked.
"I don't know." Buffy confessed. A few days ago Buffy was ready to talk to Angel, tell him all about the fall of Sunnydale, her relationship with Spike, how when she was nearly dead, lying on the hard ground under Sunnydale High School, bleeding all she could think of was how she needed to live so she could see Angel. And now? She felt awkward and unwanted.
"Do you want to talk about something?"
"No...Yes."
Angel smiled, "Anything in particular?"
"Kind of...but not really. I just don't want things to be more...funky between us. I just want to talk to you...Like we used too."
"Okay. So talk." He said and led her to a chair and then sitting in one himself.
Buffy took a deep breath, but before she could get any words out Spike came into the office, "Slayer. I think we need to talk."
"Spike?" Angel asked, his brow furrowed in confusion and anger.
"What about?" Buffy asked him, thankful she was saved from the inevitable conversation she was about to begin with Angel.
"I think there's something you might be interested in."
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"That doesn't make sense." Buffy stated after Spike recounted what he had seen and heard in the bar.
"Are you sure it was Wesley?" Willow asked, obviously confused.
"Well...'bout yay high," He said bringing a hand to his face symbolizing how tall the man was, "accent, dark hair, psychotic. Yep pretty certain."
"And you say he...shot this demon."
"Was I unclear?" Spike said, getting annoyed at their questions.
"Yo, that don't sound like Wes." Gunn said leaning against the counter separating the office from the lobby.
"But we don't really know him anymore." Fred pointed out.
"I don't really care." Buffy said angrily.
Everyone looked at her, confused. Buffy was meant to help people so why is she just shrugging it off.
"Look I'm sorry but from what you guys said about what he did, and how he acted the other day, I don't think we need to...well care."
"Buffy, he was your watcher. And he saved Angel, I think we should at least help him." Giles tried.
"I don't owe him anything except a card that says 'thanks for saving Angel...but no thanks for acting like a jerk and killing things for no reason'" Buffy took a deep breath as everyone furrowed their brow in confusion.
"What do you want me to do?" Buffy asked the people in the room.
"Nothing." Angel said, "You're right. We can't help him, we shouldn't have too."
"You guys..." Willow protested but stopped, she knew that if both Buffy and Angel didn't want to at least talk to Wesley about his behavior, there had to be some reason, "Never mind."
"Okay." Buffy said, "I have to check on the Slayer's. We probably look into organizing them, finding a place to stay, others. So much to do."
Buffy started up the stairs where to slayers were residing in several rooms of the Hyperion, Angel caught up wither when she reached the landing.
"Buffy!"
She stopped.
"You're not staying?" Angel asked her as she turned to face him.
"I don't want to take up your space and your business." Buffy said.
"You're not. It's ok, I kind of like knowing you guys are here, don't ask why."
Buffy chuckled, "You're a little peculiar. You feel safe knowing there are dozens of *teenage* slayers in you home, breaking stuff and just stalking around when your sleeping and googling at you and your dark penetrating eyes and moving all your weapons and conveniently getting lost and finding your room and you and me both know that you aren't a PJ wearing creature of the night-"
Angel laughed, "Buffy."
Buffy's face grew bright crimson, "Sorry."
"It's ok." Angel smiled moving a little closer, "Penetrating?"
Buffy laughed, "Oh please, like you don't know."
Angel beamed and Buffy broke the pleasant moment with worry, "You probably should go rest some more. Small steps. I should really check on the girls."
And with that, she was bumbling down the hall leaving Angel to his thoughts and smiling. He really had missed her.
Yeah fluffy I know...I couldn't help it. Next chapter, figuring out what was in Buffy's dream, some more Wes, and possibly the 'talk' Buffy needs to have with Angel. R&R
I really, really appreciate your guys' faithful reviews! Thanks ever so much! BTW-The next few chapters will be bordering on PG-13 territory.
Ch.8
"Hey." Angel said walking into the dimly lit office that was formerly Wesley's.
Buffy looked up from her book that she was researching in, "Angel." She smiled.
Angel beamed in his heart, she still said his name like she used too. He sat in the chair opposite the petite blonde.
Buffy continued to look at him as he sat down, obviously still in pain as it took him a minute to find a comfortable spot, but better than hallucinating dreams that kept him in bed, not that she minded Angel in bed. She smiled at the thought, 'bad Buffy. Very bad Buffy' she scolded to herself and let her face straighten out.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, closing her book and nervously touched her tight ponytail.
"Mmmm. Better. Thanks." He said in typical short yet informative Angel fashion.
"That's good. I was hoping..."
"You didn't have too...feed me." He said, his eyes fluttered to the floor in shame of what he was, what she had to give to him. Life.
"It's ok." She sighed, "You needed your strength. Besides it's the least I can do after I practically squished your son."
Angel shook his head, "You don't owe me anything." He looked up at her.
"I know, but you needed help and I could give it to you. I was feeling givey."
"Still...You shouldn't have-"
"It's ok Angel." She said and walked around the desk and stood in front of him sitting in the chair.
She took his room temperature hand in hers and made him stand up.
He looked down at Buffy who, no matter how tall her boots were, was still a good 6 inches shorter than him.
He stared at her gray-green eyes she had worn since Angel had left her. He had noticed it every time he had seen her since their separation. Her eyes grew a little grayer every time he'd seen her compared to the forest green pools they had been when she was 16 and in love, with him.
Buffy noticed the intensity and awkwardness in the air and let go of Angel's hand that had made its way up over her heart and held tightly in hers.
"Thank you." He whispered.
She sighed, realizing that she had made a mistake in letting his hand go if it meant they had to speak and ruin the much better quietness between them, "No sweat. I'm full of the Magic o' Slayer healing blood, besides it's not like-"
He put a finger on her mouth "Not for that-well yes for that, but I meant for what you said before. About trusting me." He took his hand away from her mouth.
"Oh." She breathed. Her gaze fell to the floor and she moved away from the proximity of Angel.
Angel stood for a moment, drawing a needless breath, "It means a lot to me that you can trust me Buffy."
Buffy smiled at the way he said her name, like it was the most important word in all of the languages that he knew.
"Yeah." She blushed. There was a silence, "I am glad you are feeling better. You looked like death ran over you a third time."
Angel gave a half laugh-half smile, "It was pretty close there for a while."
"Yeah. I guess it's a good thing Wesley found you or else who knows how long it would have taken before I found you...you might have been..." Buffy couldn't finish her sentence, didn't want to think about what she almost said.
Angel remained unreadable, a talent that he and Oz were famous for and drove Buffy and Willow crazy in High School.
"Yeah. Good thing." Angel said to himself, not seeming to remember that Buffy had super hearing too.
"I hope you don't mind me being here, with all the girls and stuff...It's just we had no where to go after Sunnydale became hole-y, and not in the water kind of way either." Buffy said, realizing that she never had Angel's permission to bring her dozens of Slayerette's and friends into his home.
"I hardly noticed, until I took a look at my weapons cabinet and saw that one of my crossbows went missing and Gunn swore to me that he didn't have it. I figured it was one of the girls."
"I'm sorry. I'll find it." Buffy said and started walking to the door, almost thankful to be relived of the horrible small talk conversation her and Angel seemed to always share when they met now, but Angel took hold of her arm and pulled her around, bringing her closer to him.
"I already did. The guy with the blonde hair that talks a lot had it."
"Oh."
"A little quick to leave weren't you?" Angel questioned, letting go of Buffy's arm, letting her back away from him.
"I guess. It's not you, it's just...this is awkward."
"Why?" Angel asked.
"I don't know." Buffy confessed. A few days ago Buffy was ready to talk to Angel, tell him all about the fall of Sunnydale, her relationship with Spike, how when she was nearly dead, lying on the hard ground under Sunnydale High School, bleeding all she could think of was how she needed to live so she could see Angel. And now? She felt awkward and unwanted.
"Do you want to talk about something?"
"No...Yes."
Angel smiled, "Anything in particular?"
"Kind of...but not really. I just don't want things to be more...funky between us. I just want to talk to you...Like we used too."
"Okay. So talk." He said and led her to a chair and then sitting in one himself.
Buffy took a deep breath, but before she could get any words out Spike came into the office, "Slayer. I think we need to talk."
"Spike?" Angel asked, his brow furrowed in confusion and anger.
"What about?" Buffy asked him, thankful she was saved from the inevitable conversation she was about to begin with Angel.
"I think there's something you might be interested in."
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"That doesn't make sense." Buffy stated after Spike recounted what he had seen and heard in the bar.
"Are you sure it was Wesley?" Willow asked, obviously confused.
"Well...'bout yay high," He said bringing a hand to his face symbolizing how tall the man was, "accent, dark hair, psychotic. Yep pretty certain."
"And you say he...shot this demon."
"Was I unclear?" Spike said, getting annoyed at their questions.
"Yo, that don't sound like Wes." Gunn said leaning against the counter separating the office from the lobby.
"But we don't really know him anymore." Fred pointed out.
"I don't really care." Buffy said angrily.
Everyone looked at her, confused. Buffy was meant to help people so why is she just shrugging it off.
"Look I'm sorry but from what you guys said about what he did, and how he acted the other day, I don't think we need to...well care."
"Buffy, he was your watcher. And he saved Angel, I think we should at least help him." Giles tried.
"I don't owe him anything except a card that says 'thanks for saving Angel...but no thanks for acting like a jerk and killing things for no reason'" Buffy took a deep breath as everyone furrowed their brow in confusion.
"What do you want me to do?" Buffy asked the people in the room.
"Nothing." Angel said, "You're right. We can't help him, we shouldn't have too."
"You guys..." Willow protested but stopped, she knew that if both Buffy and Angel didn't want to at least talk to Wesley about his behavior, there had to be some reason, "Never mind."
"Okay." Buffy said, "I have to check on the Slayer's. We probably look into organizing them, finding a place to stay, others. So much to do."
Buffy started up the stairs where to slayers were residing in several rooms of the Hyperion, Angel caught up wither when she reached the landing.
"Buffy!"
She stopped.
"You're not staying?" Angel asked her as she turned to face him.
"I don't want to take up your space and your business." Buffy said.
"You're not. It's ok, I kind of like knowing you guys are here, don't ask why."
Buffy chuckled, "You're a little peculiar. You feel safe knowing there are dozens of *teenage* slayers in you home, breaking stuff and just stalking around when your sleeping and googling at you and your dark penetrating eyes and moving all your weapons and conveniently getting lost and finding your room and you and me both know that you aren't a PJ wearing creature of the night-"
Angel laughed, "Buffy."
Buffy's face grew bright crimson, "Sorry."
"It's ok." Angel smiled moving a little closer, "Penetrating?"
Buffy laughed, "Oh please, like you don't know."
Angel beamed and Buffy broke the pleasant moment with worry, "You probably should go rest some more. Small steps. I should really check on the girls."
And with that, she was bumbling down the hall leaving Angel to his thoughts and smiling. He really had missed her.
Yeah fluffy I know...I couldn't help it. Next chapter, figuring out what was in Buffy's dream, some more Wes, and possibly the 'talk' Buffy needs to have with Angel. R&R