Telling Angel
It was coming to be the time that Buffy Anne Summers would depart from the world she was born into only sixteen years ago. Mr.Giles had been at work searching for any kind of cure but Buffy had long gone let that hope fade away. He told her that this was unatural, that slayers aren't supposed to be affected by serious human illness. Yet Buffy just thought he was trying to comfort her. It was a week until her expected "deathdate" and everyone was on edge especially Joyce.
"Sweetie please stop lifting those boxes, I want you to rest." Joyce grabbed her hand and led her to the couch. Things had become difficult. A once healthy raging teenager, her daughter, so full of light with her long blonde hair, tanned skin and thick curves was left to a ghost of the girl they knew. Her skin was white and loose, there were large purple circles under her eyes, her hair was limp and unconditioned and she wore loose sweatpants and a white tank. Buffy was disgusted by how she looked, and refused to look at herself in the mirror.
"Mom I am fine, don't worry about me, Dawn needs changing I better go do it." Buffy started to get up but joyce put a firm hand on her lap.
"I will do it!" Joyce got up.
"Mom I know this is hard for you, but it's hard for me too! I mean geeze I am the one dying here! God mom I work so hard but there still is no cure, I won't get married, won't have children and worst of all I am scared, I am scared to death (laughed a bit) of going without you. But don't pull me down and let me fade away, let me do what I do best, let me live what time I have left." Buffy was crying for the first time after her diagnosis. She finally broke down infront of her mother and she still didn't care. Her mother was there everyday holding her head as she barfed up what she ate that morning afternoon and night. Her mother was there to wipe away the sweat on her forehead when she slept. But when she dies her mother won't be there and neither will Angel.
Suddenly Buffy called out, "Angel." and trailed off.
"Buffy this is it I can't take it any longer I am calling that boy to get his ass down here. He needs to know Buffy Summers." She was firm but suddenly the pressure and activity was too much for Buffy and once again she collapsed onto the floor this time going into a seizure.
Xander was at his home with Willow the two were ready to do their rounds and visit Buffy.
"Will, you got the cookies?"
"Sure do, but who cares she just vomits them back up anyway."
"But she loves cookies our Buffy loves cookies and that is normal to eat cookies so we are going to eat cookies." As he pulled into Buffy's driveway there was an ambulance and Buffy being sedated and hoisted onto a gurney.
"Oh my god Buffy" Willow yelled
"No its too soon this isn't how it's supposed to happen."
Xander rushed out of the car, going to Joyce. "Mrs. Summers she's not she's not dead is she?"
"No Xander, but she only has a week. I have to get to the hospital."
"Let me drive you." He asked. "Thank you Xander."
All three of them went speeding to the hospital in his little caravan. When they got there the doctors were ready to take Joyce into the room she was familiar with from 3 months earlier.
"In Buffy's condition there is no saying when she might go, the cancer pressed on her brain causing her to have a seizure, I am sorry Joyce but she just might not make it through the week."
Joyce's face color dropped. Her baby was lying on a bed about to die and the only man she ever loved wasn't near to her. She ran out of the hospital and rushed into the waiting room.
"Xander get my keys you and willow are going to L.A to bring Angel back to her! Now!!" Joyce was testy and hadn't slept in days. If they didn't go she would kill someone. Xander jumped out of his seat pulling Willow with him. If she was going to make it before Buffy died she would have to go now.
Joyce walked into Buffy's room clutching her hand and whispering softly, "Hold on baby girl your Knight is coming."
-------------L.A
It was coming to be the time that Buffy Anne Summers would depart from the world she was born into only sixteen years ago. Mr.Giles had been at work searching for any kind of cure but Buffy had long gone let that hope fade away. He told her that this was unatural, that slayers aren't supposed to be affected by serious human illness. Yet Buffy just thought he was trying to comfort her. It was a week until her expected "deathdate" and everyone was on edge especially Joyce.
"Sweetie please stop lifting those boxes, I want you to rest." Joyce grabbed her hand and led her to the couch. Things had become difficult. A once healthy raging teenager, her daughter, so full of light with her long blonde hair, tanned skin and thick curves was left to a ghost of the girl they knew. Her skin was white and loose, there were large purple circles under her eyes, her hair was limp and unconditioned and she wore loose sweatpants and a white tank. Buffy was disgusted by how she looked, and refused to look at herself in the mirror.
"Mom I am fine, don't worry about me, Dawn needs changing I better go do it." Buffy started to get up but joyce put a firm hand on her lap.
"I will do it!" Joyce got up.
"Mom I know this is hard for you, but it's hard for me too! I mean geeze I am the one dying here! God mom I work so hard but there still is no cure, I won't get married, won't have children and worst of all I am scared, I am scared to death (laughed a bit) of going without you. But don't pull me down and let me fade away, let me do what I do best, let me live what time I have left." Buffy was crying for the first time after her diagnosis. She finally broke down infront of her mother and she still didn't care. Her mother was there everyday holding her head as she barfed up what she ate that morning afternoon and night. Her mother was there to wipe away the sweat on her forehead when she slept. But when she dies her mother won't be there and neither will Angel.
Suddenly Buffy called out, "Angel." and trailed off.
"Buffy this is it I can't take it any longer I am calling that boy to get his ass down here. He needs to know Buffy Summers." She was firm but suddenly the pressure and activity was too much for Buffy and once again she collapsed onto the floor this time going into a seizure.
Xander was at his home with Willow the two were ready to do their rounds and visit Buffy.
"Will, you got the cookies?"
"Sure do, but who cares she just vomits them back up anyway."
"But she loves cookies our Buffy loves cookies and that is normal to eat cookies so we are going to eat cookies." As he pulled into Buffy's driveway there was an ambulance and Buffy being sedated and hoisted onto a gurney.
"Oh my god Buffy" Willow yelled
"No its too soon this isn't how it's supposed to happen."
Xander rushed out of the car, going to Joyce. "Mrs. Summers she's not she's not dead is she?"
"No Xander, but she only has a week. I have to get to the hospital."
"Let me drive you." He asked. "Thank you Xander."
All three of them went speeding to the hospital in his little caravan. When they got there the doctors were ready to take Joyce into the room she was familiar with from 3 months earlier.
"In Buffy's condition there is no saying when she might go, the cancer pressed on her brain causing her to have a seizure, I am sorry Joyce but she just might not make it through the week."
Joyce's face color dropped. Her baby was lying on a bed about to die and the only man she ever loved wasn't near to her. She ran out of the hospital and rushed into the waiting room.
"Xander get my keys you and willow are going to L.A to bring Angel back to her! Now!!" Joyce was testy and hadn't slept in days. If they didn't go she would kill someone. Xander jumped out of his seat pulling Willow with him. If she was going to make it before Buffy died she would have to go now.
Joyce walked into Buffy's room clutching her hand and whispering softly, "Hold on baby girl your Knight is coming."
-------------L.A