Title: Judgement
Email: buffsummers@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Author's Note: I know this is depressing so far. But I promise it'll get better! This time I want reviews or I WILL NOT continue with this story, which is a shame because it'll get good later on!
Rating: PG-13
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Chapter Two: Meet the Gang
"So.here we are," Willow said
"Yep," agreed Xander.
"Maybe we should.go inside?" Dawn suggested.
"Yeah."
"Go inside."
"Right."
They all agreed but nobody made a move to leave the van, leaving them all in an uncomfortable silence. The two hour journey from Sunnydale to LA had been mostly silent with the occasional boring car game that never seemed to last more than two minutes.
"Can we go now?" Anya finally said, breaking the silence.
"Yes," the others agreed and automatically got up.
It had been a very long tiring journey for the five of them. For most of the summer all they had been doing was visiting Buffy's grave followed by the occasional patrol. But since Buffy had saved the world, it had become really uneventful. Spike had decided to stay behind in case of any trouble and to keep things under control while the others were gone. Nobody but Dawn seemed to mind. Slowly they trudged up the steps of the Hyperion, unknowing of what they might find. When they finally reached the top, Willow stepped forward and pushed open the heavy glass door.
"Hello?" She called, "Is anybody home?"
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"Whoa, man! I really think you need to relax," Gunn said.
Angel had been taking his frustrations out on a punching bag and various other training equipment for two hours, and had somehow managed to do damage to all of them.
"I have just lost the only woman I have ever loved," he answered, "You. Try. Relaxing!!" he yelled between punches.
"Come on man. I know she meant a lot to you, but you've got to move on. Let her go."
"I have been trying to since I left Sunnydale! That was three years ago! Do I look any more successful!?" Angel yelled.
"She really meant a lot to you didn't she?" Gunn asked.
"Yeah, she did. You have no idea how much," Angel answered, going to sit down next to Gunn.
"Well. Whatever happens. You know we're all here for you, right?"
"Yeah, I know. Thanks," Angel replied. Gunn got up and answered,
"No problem, man. I owe you. You helped me get over Alonna's death. Thank you for that."
"Right. Alonna," Angel mumbled, "Maybe you can understand."
"Don't be too hard on yourself, Angel. It wasn't your fault," Gunn told him, and then leaving the room.
"Right. Right," Angel whispered.
Angel still couldn't get over it. She was gone. And she was never coming back. Never again. Tears started welling up in his eyes. He tried to keep them from falling, but with no success. The tears streamed down his cheeks like a torrent; so hot they could have scalded his face if he could feel them. He was numb. No matter what the circumstance, he felt nothing. Saw nothing; only her beautiful face. And he knew nothing. Only that she was never coming back. That she was gone.
"Forever."
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Gunn entered the lobby of the Hyperion when he thought he heard voices. Upon seeing the visitors he asked,
"Can I help you, people?"
The unknown guests jumped on hearing Gunn speak. They had been too busy gazing around the hotel and admiring their surroundings. They turned around and Gunn automatically recognised one of them.
"Willow? Is that you?" He asked.
"Gunn. Hi. Yes it's me. How are you doing?"
"Doing good actually," he answered, "Just trying to get Angel out of his stupor."
"How is he doing?" Giles asked. Gunn looked directly at Giles and said,
"Let me put it this way.That statue is more alive than he is," he said, pointing at one of Wesley's statues on the counter.
"That bad, huh?" Asked Dawn.
"Yeah. Now I don't wanna be rude or anything.but who are you people?"
Willow looked flustered for a moment, totally forgetting she hadn't introduced them.
"Oh sorry! Gunn this is Xander, Dawn, Giles, and Anya," Willow answered, pointing each of them out, "Guys, this is Charles Gunn."
"Just Gunn. Nice to meet you all."
The Scoobies all greeted him and said hello, While Giles shook his hand. Gunn looked over to Angel's training room,
"I suppose you guys wanted to talk to Angel?" he asked. The gang nodded.
"If it's okay," Dawn politely answered.
"I guess it is," Gunn said with hesitation, "Don't get me wrong.I just don't want to bother him if I don't have to. I'll call him for you." At his words Gunn slowly started walking towards the training room. As he reached the door, he knocked slowly three times.
"Angel? There's some people here to see you. It's Willow and the gang," He said. Willow stepped forward,
"Angel. Can I come in?" When there was no answer Willow worriedly looked at Gunn and he did the same. Willow tried again,
"Angel. We want to help you," When he didn't answer she said, "I'm coming in now, okay?" She opened the door and gasped at what she saw.
"Oh my god!"
To Be Continued...
Email: buffsummers@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Author's Note: I know this is depressing so far. But I promise it'll get better! This time I want reviews or I WILL NOT continue with this story, which is a shame because it'll get good later on!
Rating: PG-13
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Chapter Two: Meet the Gang
"So.here we are," Willow said
"Yep," agreed Xander.
"Maybe we should.go inside?" Dawn suggested.
"Yeah."
"Go inside."
"Right."
They all agreed but nobody made a move to leave the van, leaving them all in an uncomfortable silence. The two hour journey from Sunnydale to LA had been mostly silent with the occasional boring car game that never seemed to last more than two minutes.
"Can we go now?" Anya finally said, breaking the silence.
"Yes," the others agreed and automatically got up.
It had been a very long tiring journey for the five of them. For most of the summer all they had been doing was visiting Buffy's grave followed by the occasional patrol. But since Buffy had saved the world, it had become really uneventful. Spike had decided to stay behind in case of any trouble and to keep things under control while the others were gone. Nobody but Dawn seemed to mind. Slowly they trudged up the steps of the Hyperion, unknowing of what they might find. When they finally reached the top, Willow stepped forward and pushed open the heavy glass door.
"Hello?" She called, "Is anybody home?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Whoa, man! I really think you need to relax," Gunn said.
Angel had been taking his frustrations out on a punching bag and various other training equipment for two hours, and had somehow managed to do damage to all of them.
"I have just lost the only woman I have ever loved," he answered, "You. Try. Relaxing!!" he yelled between punches.
"Come on man. I know she meant a lot to you, but you've got to move on. Let her go."
"I have been trying to since I left Sunnydale! That was three years ago! Do I look any more successful!?" Angel yelled.
"She really meant a lot to you didn't she?" Gunn asked.
"Yeah, she did. You have no idea how much," Angel answered, going to sit down next to Gunn.
"Well. Whatever happens. You know we're all here for you, right?"
"Yeah, I know. Thanks," Angel replied. Gunn got up and answered,
"No problem, man. I owe you. You helped me get over Alonna's death. Thank you for that."
"Right. Alonna," Angel mumbled, "Maybe you can understand."
"Don't be too hard on yourself, Angel. It wasn't your fault," Gunn told him, and then leaving the room.
"Right. Right," Angel whispered.
Angel still couldn't get over it. She was gone. And she was never coming back. Never again. Tears started welling up in his eyes. He tried to keep them from falling, but with no success. The tears streamed down his cheeks like a torrent; so hot they could have scalded his face if he could feel them. He was numb. No matter what the circumstance, he felt nothing. Saw nothing; only her beautiful face. And he knew nothing. Only that she was never coming back. That she was gone.
"Forever."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Gunn entered the lobby of the Hyperion when he thought he heard voices. Upon seeing the visitors he asked,
"Can I help you, people?"
The unknown guests jumped on hearing Gunn speak. They had been too busy gazing around the hotel and admiring their surroundings. They turned around and Gunn automatically recognised one of them.
"Willow? Is that you?" He asked.
"Gunn. Hi. Yes it's me. How are you doing?"
"Doing good actually," he answered, "Just trying to get Angel out of his stupor."
"How is he doing?" Giles asked. Gunn looked directly at Giles and said,
"Let me put it this way.That statue is more alive than he is," he said, pointing at one of Wesley's statues on the counter.
"That bad, huh?" Asked Dawn.
"Yeah. Now I don't wanna be rude or anything.but who are you people?"
Willow looked flustered for a moment, totally forgetting she hadn't introduced them.
"Oh sorry! Gunn this is Xander, Dawn, Giles, and Anya," Willow answered, pointing each of them out, "Guys, this is Charles Gunn."
"Just Gunn. Nice to meet you all."
The Scoobies all greeted him and said hello, While Giles shook his hand. Gunn looked over to Angel's training room,
"I suppose you guys wanted to talk to Angel?" he asked. The gang nodded.
"If it's okay," Dawn politely answered.
"I guess it is," Gunn said with hesitation, "Don't get me wrong.I just don't want to bother him if I don't have to. I'll call him for you." At his words Gunn slowly started walking towards the training room. As he reached the door, he knocked slowly three times.
"Angel? There's some people here to see you. It's Willow and the gang," He said. Willow stepped forward,
"Angel. Can I come in?" When there was no answer Willow worriedly looked at Gunn and he did the same. Willow tried again,
"Angel. We want to help you," When he didn't answer she said, "I'm coming in now, okay?" She opened the door and gasped at what she saw.
"Oh my god!"
To Be Continued...