Los Angeles
Angel sat up abruptly in bed. He hoped that that dream was solely his and not both Buffy's and his. She was to never find out about that day, knowing there was a cure for the demon inside him. If she ever found out...no, she'll never find out, he thought. The Oracles erased that day, although they are dead now.
Angel got up and got dressed. He quickly thought about calling Buffy, but he reluctantly let her sleep. He knew that she would call if she was in real trouble, or at least he hoped. Angel walked down the stairs of the Hyperion Hotel, his current residence. Looking up he noticed a lone figure hovering over a pile of books.
"Fred? Is that you?" Angel asked as he walked around the counter.
"Oh! Angel! I'm sorry I woke you!" Fred exclaimed. She busily cleaned up a mess of papers on the desk nearby and grabbed a stack of books.
"Fred...FRED!" Angel yelled. She looked up and he continued, "You didn't wake me. I had a disturbing dream. I never heard you the whole time I was in my room. How long have you been down here anyway?"
"Only a couple hours. I wanted to catch up on some of the demon species in the L.A. area. You and the rest of the gang, especially Wesley, know so much about them, and then there's Fred, the quiet and resourceful Fred. I'm no help to you guys at all."
"Wrong... Fred, without you, we wouldn't have any fun. You put all the fun in what you call a fun-filled day." Angel walked up to her and gave her a hug.
"Geez, thanks Angel." She said blushing.
"Why don't you go to your room and get some sleep?"
"Okay Angel. Night, or, well, morning." Fred turned and ran up the stairs and Angel waited for the sound of her door closing before collapsing into a chair.
What am I going to do? Sure I already told Cordy and Wes about that day, but I never once mentioned it to anyone in Sunnydale. Angel was so deep in thought he didn't hear his demon friend Lorne come up behind him.
"Whoa, Angel cakes. I say tell her. Wow, you became...alive? Why didn't you ever tell me? That whole day was erased? I wonder what I did twice..."
At the sound of Lorne's voice Angel jumped to his feet. "Lorne, warn someone before you sneak up like that, okay?"
"Hey, you do it all the time."
"You really think I should tell her? Do you think she'd believe me?" Angel said as he sat back down.
"I'm not sure, but it wouldn't hurt to try." Lorne walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a glass. "Hey, where are you going?! It's almost sun-up and you burn way too easily!"
"I'm going to think. Take my calls, okay?" And with that Angel disappeared.
Suddenly, the phone rang. "My gosh, it's six in the morning, who wants to call this early?" Lorne picked up the receiver, "Hello, Angel Investigations, we help the helpless, can I help you?"
"Hi, is Angel there?" A soft voice asked.
"No, sweetie, he just left, may I ask who's calling? I'll have him call you back."
"Yeah, my name's Buffy, but on the other hand don't have him call me back. Knowing him, he'll freak."
"Buffy? The Slayer?"
"Yeah, how did you know who I was? Who is this?"
"My name is Lorne. I'm a agonogic demon. I'm a pal of Angel's. Listen, he really needs to tell you something. Is there any possible way you can get here?"
"Yeah, I'll get a ride there right away." Buffy said warily. "I'll be in later this afternoon."
"Great. You'll both feel better after he gets that off of his chest. See ya then."
"Yeah...bye." Buffy said and hung up. Not what she was expecting, but it was a great feeling to know that Angel still thought of her. I wonder what he has to tell me...
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Angel sat up abruptly in bed. He hoped that that dream was solely his and not both Buffy's and his. She was to never find out about that day, knowing there was a cure for the demon inside him. If she ever found out...no, she'll never find out, he thought. The Oracles erased that day, although they are dead now.
Angel got up and got dressed. He quickly thought about calling Buffy, but he reluctantly let her sleep. He knew that she would call if she was in real trouble, or at least he hoped. Angel walked down the stairs of the Hyperion Hotel, his current residence. Looking up he noticed a lone figure hovering over a pile of books.
"Fred? Is that you?" Angel asked as he walked around the counter.
"Oh! Angel! I'm sorry I woke you!" Fred exclaimed. She busily cleaned up a mess of papers on the desk nearby and grabbed a stack of books.
"Fred...FRED!" Angel yelled. She looked up and he continued, "You didn't wake me. I had a disturbing dream. I never heard you the whole time I was in my room. How long have you been down here anyway?"
"Only a couple hours. I wanted to catch up on some of the demon species in the L.A. area. You and the rest of the gang, especially Wesley, know so much about them, and then there's Fred, the quiet and resourceful Fred. I'm no help to you guys at all."
"Wrong... Fred, without you, we wouldn't have any fun. You put all the fun in what you call a fun-filled day." Angel walked up to her and gave her a hug.
"Geez, thanks Angel." She said blushing.
"Why don't you go to your room and get some sleep?"
"Okay Angel. Night, or, well, morning." Fred turned and ran up the stairs and Angel waited for the sound of her door closing before collapsing into a chair.
What am I going to do? Sure I already told Cordy and Wes about that day, but I never once mentioned it to anyone in Sunnydale. Angel was so deep in thought he didn't hear his demon friend Lorne come up behind him.
"Whoa, Angel cakes. I say tell her. Wow, you became...alive? Why didn't you ever tell me? That whole day was erased? I wonder what I did twice..."
At the sound of Lorne's voice Angel jumped to his feet. "Lorne, warn someone before you sneak up like that, okay?"
"Hey, you do it all the time."
"You really think I should tell her? Do you think she'd believe me?" Angel said as he sat back down.
"I'm not sure, but it wouldn't hurt to try." Lorne walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a glass. "Hey, where are you going?! It's almost sun-up and you burn way too easily!"
"I'm going to think. Take my calls, okay?" And with that Angel disappeared.
Suddenly, the phone rang. "My gosh, it's six in the morning, who wants to call this early?" Lorne picked up the receiver, "Hello, Angel Investigations, we help the helpless, can I help you?"
"Hi, is Angel there?" A soft voice asked.
"No, sweetie, he just left, may I ask who's calling? I'll have him call you back."
"Yeah, my name's Buffy, but on the other hand don't have him call me back. Knowing him, he'll freak."
"Buffy? The Slayer?"
"Yeah, how did you know who I was? Who is this?"
"My name is Lorne. I'm a agonogic demon. I'm a pal of Angel's. Listen, he really needs to tell you something. Is there any possible way you can get here?"
"Yeah, I'll get a ride there right away." Buffy said warily. "I'll be in later this afternoon."
"Great. You'll both feel better after he gets that off of his chest. See ya then."
"Yeah...bye." Buffy said and hung up. Not what she was expecting, but it was a great feeling to know that Angel still thought of her. I wonder what he has to tell me...
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