Disclaimer: I am not Joss, if I were Angel and Buffy would be together and
the sucky season would never had happened.
Chapter 1
Buffy stared off into space, looking into the growing darkness out her window. She knew this dream well enough and was waiting for something to wake her and start her torture all over again. She mostly only slept when she passed out either from exhaustion or from the pain of it all. She could feel him approaching and that was new, because no matter how many times he save her in her dreams, she could never feel him approaching. Shrugging it off, she decided to leave for a little while, she crept to the door and listened to the ongoing argument.
"We need to tell him," she heard Willow say, "He has a right to know that she is alive."
"He hasn't been in our lives for a while now, Willow, and she is doing fine on her own." Xander told her.
"Yea," Anya said, "She's doing so well, that she still thinks that she is in hell and won't let any of us near her to wash her and she hasn't spoken to any of us." Buffy shut the door and the voices out and crept to her window where she slipped off into the darkness. She made her way to one of the graveyards and waited for Angel to come.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be here sooner." He whispered as he slipped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace. "I had a dream about you the other."
"I know, I could see you in mine." She said simply, turning in his arms so that she could bury her head in his neck. She felt safe once again, "Is this a dream?"
"No." he told her.
"But you're here."
"And I'm not leaving again. The Oracles bound my soul and told me that I needed to come back and help you."
"So," she said, pushing him away. "You didn't come of your own free will. Am I now when of your lost souls?"
"Never. You are my life and my love, my will to live." He declared, pulling her back into his arms. "Where is the gang?"
"Home."
"And why are you here?"
"Because I could feel you coming and they were arguing."
"Oh," he said, looking thoughtful, "How about we go back and tell them where you are and we can get you cleaned up?" Buffy tensed, if she went back to the house her dream would end and Angel would leave her alone, again.
"I'm not leaving." He told her; like he could read her mind. "I'm not leaving ever again." She nodded slowly and let him take her back to her house, where he knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it.
"Angel!" Dawn exclaimed, as she opened the door, she spotted Buffy hiding behind him, "Buffy, when did you leave?" Buffy ducked her head behind Angel and grabbed onto his shirt, making it impossible for Angel to move without her. Sighing, Angel turned so that he was facing Buffy and picked her up in his arms, where she promptly burrowed her head into his neck.
"Can we come in?" he asked and Dawn stepped back, allowing them to enter. "Thanks. Where is everyone else?" Dawn pointed to the living room and Angel made his way that way, with Buffy. Xander, Tara, Willow, and Anya appeared to be in a heated discussion. "Hi." He said and everyone turned to him, with shocked expressions on their faces.
"Angel!" they yelled together.
"That is my name, last time I checked." He said and smiled when Buffy gave a small giggle, drawing everyone attention to her. Xander got up and moved to take her, but she threw her arms around Angel and burrowed even deeper into his embrace, while Angel simply tightened his hold on her and glared at the boy.
"We can take care of her." Xander stated, indicating that Angel should hand Buffy over to them.
"Yea, I can see that. She hasn't washed since she came back, she left the house and none of you knew it, and unless I miss my guess she hasn't spoken to any of you or eaten." Angel stated and each one of them had a guilty expression on their face. "Yea, I can see that you are taking care of her."
"It was just a matter of time." Xander started but was interrupted by Angel.
"Before what, she either killed herself or before you started to use magic on her, to make her forget?" he asked, Willow looked sheepish, while Tara looked shocked at the very thought. Angel started to growl at the thought of Willow using anymore magic on Buffy, who started to become agitated at his growling, immediately causing Angel to start to purr, making Buffy relax back into his embrace. "We are going to shower." He told them and Xander and Willow stood up.
"You can't!" Xander declared and Willow nodded.
"Your soul."
"Is safe." He told them and turned from the room, leaving it in chaos and going upstairs. He set Buffy on the bed and went to her dresser, where he grabbed her p.j.'s and turned to get her, only to find her in the closet going through things, until she came to a trunk.
"What are you doing? I have your p.j's." he told her.
"I thought you would be more comfortable in sweat pants, instead of the jeans." She said, pulling a pair of sweatpants and wife beater out, which Angel immediately recognized as his.
"When did you get those?"
"Right after you lost your soul." She told him and then led the way to the bathroom, grabbing two fluffy towels for them to dry off with. Angel followed her into the bathroom and they helped each other undress and they stepped into the shower, Angel washing both of them. Angel took one of the towels and dried Buffy off, but when he went to put her p.j.'s on, she grabbed the shirt he had been wearing earlier and put that on and then waited for him to get dressed. He carried her back to her room, where he closed the blinds and crawled into bed with Buffy, wrapping her in his arms, both of them falling into a deep sleep.
Chapter 1
Buffy stared off into space, looking into the growing darkness out her window. She knew this dream well enough and was waiting for something to wake her and start her torture all over again. She mostly only slept when she passed out either from exhaustion or from the pain of it all. She could feel him approaching and that was new, because no matter how many times he save her in her dreams, she could never feel him approaching. Shrugging it off, she decided to leave for a little while, she crept to the door and listened to the ongoing argument.
"We need to tell him," she heard Willow say, "He has a right to know that she is alive."
"He hasn't been in our lives for a while now, Willow, and she is doing fine on her own." Xander told her.
"Yea," Anya said, "She's doing so well, that she still thinks that she is in hell and won't let any of us near her to wash her and she hasn't spoken to any of us." Buffy shut the door and the voices out and crept to her window where she slipped off into the darkness. She made her way to one of the graveyards and waited for Angel to come.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be here sooner." He whispered as he slipped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace. "I had a dream about you the other."
"I know, I could see you in mine." She said simply, turning in his arms so that she could bury her head in his neck. She felt safe once again, "Is this a dream?"
"No." he told her.
"But you're here."
"And I'm not leaving again. The Oracles bound my soul and told me that I needed to come back and help you."
"So," she said, pushing him away. "You didn't come of your own free will. Am I now when of your lost souls?"
"Never. You are my life and my love, my will to live." He declared, pulling her back into his arms. "Where is the gang?"
"Home."
"And why are you here?"
"Because I could feel you coming and they were arguing."
"Oh," he said, looking thoughtful, "How about we go back and tell them where you are and we can get you cleaned up?" Buffy tensed, if she went back to the house her dream would end and Angel would leave her alone, again.
"I'm not leaving." He told her; like he could read her mind. "I'm not leaving ever again." She nodded slowly and let him take her back to her house, where he knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it.
"Angel!" Dawn exclaimed, as she opened the door, she spotted Buffy hiding behind him, "Buffy, when did you leave?" Buffy ducked her head behind Angel and grabbed onto his shirt, making it impossible for Angel to move without her. Sighing, Angel turned so that he was facing Buffy and picked her up in his arms, where she promptly burrowed her head into his neck.
"Can we come in?" he asked and Dawn stepped back, allowing them to enter. "Thanks. Where is everyone else?" Dawn pointed to the living room and Angel made his way that way, with Buffy. Xander, Tara, Willow, and Anya appeared to be in a heated discussion. "Hi." He said and everyone turned to him, with shocked expressions on their faces.
"Angel!" they yelled together.
"That is my name, last time I checked." He said and smiled when Buffy gave a small giggle, drawing everyone attention to her. Xander got up and moved to take her, but she threw her arms around Angel and burrowed even deeper into his embrace, while Angel simply tightened his hold on her and glared at the boy.
"We can take care of her." Xander stated, indicating that Angel should hand Buffy over to them.
"Yea, I can see that. She hasn't washed since she came back, she left the house and none of you knew it, and unless I miss my guess she hasn't spoken to any of you or eaten." Angel stated and each one of them had a guilty expression on their face. "Yea, I can see that you are taking care of her."
"It was just a matter of time." Xander started but was interrupted by Angel.
"Before what, she either killed herself or before you started to use magic on her, to make her forget?" he asked, Willow looked sheepish, while Tara looked shocked at the very thought. Angel started to growl at the thought of Willow using anymore magic on Buffy, who started to become agitated at his growling, immediately causing Angel to start to purr, making Buffy relax back into his embrace. "We are going to shower." He told them and Xander and Willow stood up.
"You can't!" Xander declared and Willow nodded.
"Your soul."
"Is safe." He told them and turned from the room, leaving it in chaos and going upstairs. He set Buffy on the bed and went to her dresser, where he grabbed her p.j.'s and turned to get her, only to find her in the closet going through things, until she came to a trunk.
"What are you doing? I have your p.j's." he told her.
"I thought you would be more comfortable in sweat pants, instead of the jeans." She said, pulling a pair of sweatpants and wife beater out, which Angel immediately recognized as his.
"When did you get those?"
"Right after you lost your soul." She told him and then led the way to the bathroom, grabbing two fluffy towels for them to dry off with. Angel followed her into the bathroom and they helped each other undress and they stepped into the shower, Angel washing both of them. Angel took one of the towels and dried Buffy off, but when he went to put her p.j.'s on, she grabbed the shirt he had been wearing earlier and put that on and then waited for him to get dressed. He carried her back to her room, where he closed the blinds and crawled into bed with Buffy, wrapping her in his arms, both of them falling into a deep sleep.