TITLE: In the Past, In the Future
AUTHOR: Danielle
E-MAIL: eternally218yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: All Joss Whedon's
TIMELINE: AU
SUMMARY: What if Angel and Buffy were forced to get married but what happens when Angel royally screwed up in the future
DISTRIBUTION: Anyone who has my stuff can take it and if you want this just ask I promise not to say no.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A lot but that would be in the end
FEEDBACK: Or no part 18
RATING: PG AN: I need the freaking airports names or Angel might not make it.
AN: Thanks from the feedback from: BAshipper101, Julia, Ashleigh, Jaci- Angel-Buffy-luver, sokkerblondie005, Akay, never look back, KIM2004, mz.sarJe
Part 17
Angel walked into his parent's cocktail room and looked around. He never had liked big parties or being around a lot of people but he had to deal with it. Being an O'Connor. He saw his parents waving at him, telling him to come over. He came over.
"Hi," Angel said to his parents and they people they were talking to.
"Hello Angel," his mom said looking around him.
"Hey Dad," Angel said.
Angel's nodded his head in his direction but looked over his shoulder. As if searching for something.
"Hi Mr. Masters, Mrs. Masters." Angel said to Darla's parents.
"Hello Angel." Mrs. Masters said. "Darla is around here somewhere, you should go talk to her. She has been miserable without you, staying in her room and crying her eyes out."
Angel wanted to say she brought it on her self by cheating on him, and then he got the best thing in the world and then dumped it away like she was nothing and he tore out his own heart and he felt like he couldn't breathe or sleep, function right without her. He needed her with all her being and...
"Angel," His dad asked, "are you alright, son? You seem really deep in thought."
Angel shook his head, "Nothing."
"Angel where is your friend, that one you brought yesterday?" his dad ask
"She left last night." Angel answered, looking at the floor.
He saw the smug look on his mother's face and wanted to rip her head off, "See I told you she was bad news, Angel," his mother said.
"But I thought you like her?" his father said.
"I did."
His father looked at him curiously but decided that he shouldn't say anything. Yeah, you shouldn't. You did this and now because of you I lost the love of my life. His eyes went wide. Love of your life. You don't even love her. God, this wasn't happing. He didn't love her. He didn't need or want her. He couldn't possibly love her. There was no such thing as true love.
Love. How could he love someone as perfect as Buffy? Someone so beautiful and smart. Someone who looked like a goddess. Someone who was kind to everyone and wanted the best for everyone. Someone who would give up anything to be with the love of her life. Love of her life.
He shook his head. Give up anything to be with the love of her life. She said that, what the hell did she say.
"You have no idea what I gave up for this," Buffy said, turning around, hands on her waist. He looked confused. "My dream, Angel. My life dream. Did you know the one thing I want to do more than anything in the world is to be a designer? To be respected for my clothing. I never asked for anything else. And guess what I got that chance! And threw it away! You know why?" her eyes blazed angrily at his.
He looked quietly back at her having a very bad feeling about this, "W- Why?"
"Because I had a choice. Choose between love and a dream. And I chose love. I chose you and you throw it back in my face."
Oh yeah. That's what she said. This wasn't fair. He wanted her. He needed her. He wanted to be part of her life. He wanted to see her grow old and have his children, and get married and make love for hours on end. He wanted to see her become a famous designer. Be the proud husband of her. Watch her design and become a Mom. But don't you need to love her?
"You should have seen the girl that Angel brought yesterday, she was a horrid girl," his mom said to Mrs. Masters.
"Really?" Mrs. Masters said with her eyebrows raised, "Please tell."
"She looked like she never got her hair done in her life, and her nails were in a great need of a manicure and her clothes looked like she picked them up at Hects."
"Really Angel why would she choose a girl like that over my Darla?" Mr. Masters said.
"It looked like you picked her up at a street corner," his mom said.
"You brought a whore to visit your parents?" Mrs. Masters said eyes wide in horror.
"No." Angel said through his teeth.
"Then what was she because she really didn't look like a proper lady," his mother said.
Angel didn't say anything.
After a moment his mom said, "Still to bring such a disgrace-"
"She isn't a disgrace! Or a whore! Or a un- proper lady. She is a very beautiful, very smart woman!" Angel yelled. "She is the love of my life. And I love her!" At his mothers horrified face Angel laughed, "Yes Mother, love. Madly, insanely, head over heels in love with her. I need her. I want her. I want to marry and grow old with her and I don't give a shit about what any of you guys say. Because I LOVE her more than life it self!"
After Angel finished saying his speech he slumped his shoulders and felt a relief wash over him. He loved her. Truly loved her. She was the best thing in the world. And he loved her.
"And now if you excuse me I have to go and win her back." And with that he ran from the group and out the door. But got blocked on the way. "Excuse me," Angel said quickly and tried to get out of the way when he saw the person wasn't moving.
"Angel."
Oh god, please God!! Angel thought to himself. Please don't be... Darla.
"Get out of my way!" Angel snarled.
"Where are you off to so quickly, lover?" Darla said putting her hands on his chest.
He took her hands and pushed them off of him. "None of your damn business."
"And your cheerleader, where is she?" She said once again coming closer to him.
"Darla if you don't get out of my way right now I might hurt you."
"You wouldn't," Darla whispered in his ear. "You love me too much."
"Love? Love you? Are you insane? Wait I take that back, of course you are. Darla I don't love you, I don't like you, and I can't even stand you. You're a slut, a whore. What more do you want me to say to you. You don't know love," Angel said pushing her to the floor. "But I know love and right now I am on my way to get it. If she has me, of course."
Angel speed through the night looking through the phonebook, she said she was staying at her dad's. Summers, Angel said to himself as he looked through the S section in the phonebook. Here, Hank Summers. Angel turned left and speeds his way to her dad's. Good thing he lived so close or he might have went insane. When he got there he got out of the car and raced towards the door. He rang the doorbell and tried to wait patiently. He saw the curtain open and saw a man look out. He opened the door and looked at Angel suspiciously.
"Hello Mr. Summers, I'm a friend of Buffy's and I was wondering if she was home?" Angel asked.
Mr. Summers looked surprised at the mention of his daughters name, "I'm sorry young man but she isn't here right now."
"Oh, when she gets back can you tell her Angel O'Connor came by," he said defeated. She wasn't home.
"I don't think you understood me, Mr. O'Connor. Buffy isn't here, as she isn't hasn't been to my house all summer. The last time I saw her was over her winter vacation."
"Oh," Angel whispered. "Shit." Angel mumbled, "I'm sorry to be rude but I have to go." Angel called back as he raced to his car.
Willow heard knocking and got up. She looked over at her clock and saw it was midnight. Who is coming here at this time of night? The knocking stared to get louder and louder as she moved forward. And it didn't stop for a second. Poor neighbors.
"I'm coming; I'm coming. Jesus, keep your pants on." Willow yelled at the door. She opened the door and saw Angel almost fall through it when she opened the door. "Angel." Willow said surprised.
"Willow, hi. I need to see Buffy." Angel said desperately.
"Angel... she isn't here. Why would-"
"Where is she?" he asked quickly, on his way to the door.
"I mean she was here but she left two hours ago."
"Where did she go?" Angel said.
"Airport but-"She didn't get to fish because he was already out the door and in his car.
TBC- if I don't get feedback I won't continue and I'm serious, well not really cause I like this story too much but I want the and in the next three days would be good, cause I don't have to finish I could ignore and start working on the Fixer more... (
AUTHOR: Danielle
E-MAIL: eternally218yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: All Joss Whedon's
TIMELINE: AU
SUMMARY: What if Angel and Buffy were forced to get married but what happens when Angel royally screwed up in the future
DISTRIBUTION: Anyone who has my stuff can take it and if you want this just ask I promise not to say no.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A lot but that would be in the end
FEEDBACK: Or no part 18
RATING: PG AN: I need the freaking airports names or Angel might not make it.
AN: Thanks from the feedback from: BAshipper101, Julia, Ashleigh, Jaci- Angel-Buffy-luver, sokkerblondie005, Akay, never look back, KIM2004, mz.sarJe
Part 17
Angel walked into his parent's cocktail room and looked around. He never had liked big parties or being around a lot of people but he had to deal with it. Being an O'Connor. He saw his parents waving at him, telling him to come over. He came over.
"Hi," Angel said to his parents and they people they were talking to.
"Hello Angel," his mom said looking around him.
"Hey Dad," Angel said.
Angel's nodded his head in his direction but looked over his shoulder. As if searching for something.
"Hi Mr. Masters, Mrs. Masters." Angel said to Darla's parents.
"Hello Angel." Mrs. Masters said. "Darla is around here somewhere, you should go talk to her. She has been miserable without you, staying in her room and crying her eyes out."
Angel wanted to say she brought it on her self by cheating on him, and then he got the best thing in the world and then dumped it away like she was nothing and he tore out his own heart and he felt like he couldn't breathe or sleep, function right without her. He needed her with all her being and...
"Angel," His dad asked, "are you alright, son? You seem really deep in thought."
Angel shook his head, "Nothing."
"Angel where is your friend, that one you brought yesterday?" his dad ask
"She left last night." Angel answered, looking at the floor.
He saw the smug look on his mother's face and wanted to rip her head off, "See I told you she was bad news, Angel," his mother said.
"But I thought you like her?" his father said.
"I did."
His father looked at him curiously but decided that he shouldn't say anything. Yeah, you shouldn't. You did this and now because of you I lost the love of my life. His eyes went wide. Love of your life. You don't even love her. God, this wasn't happing. He didn't love her. He didn't need or want her. He couldn't possibly love her. There was no such thing as true love.
Love. How could he love someone as perfect as Buffy? Someone so beautiful and smart. Someone who looked like a goddess. Someone who was kind to everyone and wanted the best for everyone. Someone who would give up anything to be with the love of her life. Love of her life.
He shook his head. Give up anything to be with the love of her life. She said that, what the hell did she say.
"You have no idea what I gave up for this," Buffy said, turning around, hands on her waist. He looked confused. "My dream, Angel. My life dream. Did you know the one thing I want to do more than anything in the world is to be a designer? To be respected for my clothing. I never asked for anything else. And guess what I got that chance! And threw it away! You know why?" her eyes blazed angrily at his.
He looked quietly back at her having a very bad feeling about this, "W- Why?"
"Because I had a choice. Choose between love and a dream. And I chose love. I chose you and you throw it back in my face."
Oh yeah. That's what she said. This wasn't fair. He wanted her. He needed her. He wanted to be part of her life. He wanted to see her grow old and have his children, and get married and make love for hours on end. He wanted to see her become a famous designer. Be the proud husband of her. Watch her design and become a Mom. But don't you need to love her?
"You should have seen the girl that Angel brought yesterday, she was a horrid girl," his mom said to Mrs. Masters.
"Really?" Mrs. Masters said with her eyebrows raised, "Please tell."
"She looked like she never got her hair done in her life, and her nails were in a great need of a manicure and her clothes looked like she picked them up at Hects."
"Really Angel why would she choose a girl like that over my Darla?" Mr. Masters said.
"It looked like you picked her up at a street corner," his mom said.
"You brought a whore to visit your parents?" Mrs. Masters said eyes wide in horror.
"No." Angel said through his teeth.
"Then what was she because she really didn't look like a proper lady," his mother said.
Angel didn't say anything.
After a moment his mom said, "Still to bring such a disgrace-"
"She isn't a disgrace! Or a whore! Or a un- proper lady. She is a very beautiful, very smart woman!" Angel yelled. "She is the love of my life. And I love her!" At his mothers horrified face Angel laughed, "Yes Mother, love. Madly, insanely, head over heels in love with her. I need her. I want her. I want to marry and grow old with her and I don't give a shit about what any of you guys say. Because I LOVE her more than life it self!"
After Angel finished saying his speech he slumped his shoulders and felt a relief wash over him. He loved her. Truly loved her. She was the best thing in the world. And he loved her.
"And now if you excuse me I have to go and win her back." And with that he ran from the group and out the door. But got blocked on the way. "Excuse me," Angel said quickly and tried to get out of the way when he saw the person wasn't moving.
"Angel."
Oh god, please God!! Angel thought to himself. Please don't be... Darla.
"Get out of my way!" Angel snarled.
"Where are you off to so quickly, lover?" Darla said putting her hands on his chest.
He took her hands and pushed them off of him. "None of your damn business."
"And your cheerleader, where is she?" She said once again coming closer to him.
"Darla if you don't get out of my way right now I might hurt you."
"You wouldn't," Darla whispered in his ear. "You love me too much."
"Love? Love you? Are you insane? Wait I take that back, of course you are. Darla I don't love you, I don't like you, and I can't even stand you. You're a slut, a whore. What more do you want me to say to you. You don't know love," Angel said pushing her to the floor. "But I know love and right now I am on my way to get it. If she has me, of course."
Angel speed through the night looking through the phonebook, she said she was staying at her dad's. Summers, Angel said to himself as he looked through the S section in the phonebook. Here, Hank Summers. Angel turned left and speeds his way to her dad's. Good thing he lived so close or he might have went insane. When he got there he got out of the car and raced towards the door. He rang the doorbell and tried to wait patiently. He saw the curtain open and saw a man look out. He opened the door and looked at Angel suspiciously.
"Hello Mr. Summers, I'm a friend of Buffy's and I was wondering if she was home?" Angel asked.
Mr. Summers looked surprised at the mention of his daughters name, "I'm sorry young man but she isn't here right now."
"Oh, when she gets back can you tell her Angel O'Connor came by," he said defeated. She wasn't home.
"I don't think you understood me, Mr. O'Connor. Buffy isn't here, as she isn't hasn't been to my house all summer. The last time I saw her was over her winter vacation."
"Oh," Angel whispered. "Shit." Angel mumbled, "I'm sorry to be rude but I have to go." Angel called back as he raced to his car.
Willow heard knocking and got up. She looked over at her clock and saw it was midnight. Who is coming here at this time of night? The knocking stared to get louder and louder as she moved forward. And it didn't stop for a second. Poor neighbors.
"I'm coming; I'm coming. Jesus, keep your pants on." Willow yelled at the door. She opened the door and saw Angel almost fall through it when she opened the door. "Angel." Willow said surprised.
"Willow, hi. I need to see Buffy." Angel said desperately.
"Angel... she isn't here. Why would-"
"Where is she?" he asked quickly, on his way to the door.
"I mean she was here but she left two hours ago."
"Where did she go?" Angel said.
"Airport but-"She didn't get to fish because he was already out the door and in his car.
TBC- if I don't get feedback I won't continue and I'm serious, well not really cause I like this story too much but I want the and in the next three days would be good, cause I don't have to finish I could ignore and start working on the Fixer more... (