A/N Um.... I'm in a bad mood about how Angel ended, so yeah, that's pretty
much it. Did anyone else see it? Totally not what I wanted in a series
finally, but I guess I have t live with it.... Thank you for reviewing skye-
lark913, Kari, BAshipper101 and Jaci. Much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Hm... go away!
Summary: Buffy's just a normal girl who's lost her way in the world, but what happens when another lost soul captures her heart, and refuses to give it back?
Last Chapter Summary: Buffy obviously has some problems at home, and Angel wants to help, he just doesn't know what the problem is....
But It Feels So Right
Angel opened the door to his house, and ran upstairs to his cousin's room. "Spike! You home?" He called, when he didn't find him in his room.
"Yeah, I'm outside!" He heard Spike's voice from the backyard.
Angel ran back down the stairs, and out the back door. "I need your help." He said, just a little out of breath from running all the way home from school.
"You need my what?" Spike asked in disbelief.
"Help."
"Right, what you do this time, break something?"
"No. It's Buffy, she ran away." Angel said.
"From home, well, that's not your problem is it?"
"No, from me, we were at school talking then she split, I need help finding her." He explained, catching his breath.
"Right and you want me to help?"
"Sunnydale's may not be the largest town in California spike, but it's still pretty big, I can't cover the entire town."
"Oh alright, but you owe me for this."
Angel glared at his cousin for his lack of concern for the girl, then turned and walked back into the house, Spike following.
(::::::::::)
Buffy looked around, the sky was graying, and the sun was behind a cloud. She crossed her arms on her chest, and sighed, wondering what to do. She had to find somewhere to go before it started raining, and she knew she only had a short time before that happened, judging by the color of the clouds.
She wrapped her arms tighter around herself, and leaned against the old house. String up at the sky, she felt a drop of rain on her cheek, but she wasn't sure if it was really the rain.
Her eyes closed and she tucks her head down, resting it on her knees, which were pulled close to her chest, and held there tightly by her arms. She shivered and opened her eyes again, looking around. It had gotten darker though it was only mid-day, and foreshadowed weather seemed to reflect how she was feeling, but Buffy didn't even know if she was feeling.
If this was just a dream, why couldn't she wake up? Wake up and see the sun floating over her in a blue sky, filled with silver clouds, and chirping birds. Everything that seemed to make your troubles just go away, but that was the dream. The sun, the birds, that was her imagination. This, her sitting there with nowhere to go, and no one to care, this was real, and for once, Buffy felt like she wouldn't be able to escape it....
(::::::::::)
Spike looked over at Angel as they walked out into his front yard, "So where should we start?" he asked.
Angel frowned and looked down, "I haven't the faintest clue, where would a troubled girl run to?"
"Did you go ask Faith? I'm sure she'd tell you anything she knew."
"I would have done that earlier, but I couldn't find her, she has a way of hiding from the world."
"Yeah well, c'mon, I know a place we could check, maybe she'll be there." He said, staring off down the street, Angel following him.
They walked for fifteen minutes before Spike decided to change directions, heading toward a part of town that either of them seldom went near. It wasn't the kind of place where you would see children playing in the front yard with their puppies. No, this was the kind of place where the runaway kids lived.
Angel knew some of the kids down here came from as far away as San Francisco, and Sacramento, just to get away from their parents, or sometimes, even the police. Some of the kids attended the school, but most of them just skipped out if they were enrolled, or sat around all day if they weren't.
Now, not to say this part of town wasn't nice, it was just a place that most people stayed away from because of the rumors that floated around about it. The ones that suggested shootouts and other things seem in movies. But the truth was, it was just a part of town that the real estate brokers hadn't begun to tear down, and to all the people who lived there, it was a quiet sanctuary.
Spike stopped, and pointed to a house, "I'm pretty sure that's where Faith and her gang hangs out, you want me to go in with you, or can you handle it?" he asked, looking over at Angel.
"I'm pretty sure I can handle it, I'll be right out." He said, as the two of them hopped over the fence, and Angel walked around back, leaving Spike alone in the front yard.
(::::::::::)
Angel tapped on the door softly, but just enough to alert the people inside that there was someone there. He waited for only a moment before he came face to face a familiar friend.
"Angel? Come in, what are you doing here?" Faith asked, opening the door all the way.
"I'm looking for Buffy, have you seen her?" he asked, not refusing her offer to come inside, but not wanting to take the chance that someone in there didn't like him.
"Yeah, she stopped by earlier, but she didn't stay, she was kind of upset about something." Faith told him, leaning on the doorframe, "Any particular reason you're looking for her?"
"I have to talk to her." He said, then turned around, "But if you haven't seen her, I'll just get out of here, see ya."
"Alright, bye."
(::::::::::)
((During Angel's talk with Faith))
Spike stood out front, waiting for Angel to do what ever he was doing, and wondering how long it was going to take. He was also wondering if Faith would be any help at all, she tended to only tell the truth to people she thought mattered. And Spike was pretty sure Angel wasn't on that list of hers.
A couple of rain drops splashed down on his head, and he looked around for a place to sit out of the rain, but didn't see one, what he did see confused him.
A person sat in the grass, leaning up against the house, he wasn't sure because of the hood that covered their head and face, but he was pretty sure it was a girl. He looked at her curiously for a moment, before making his over to her.
"'Ello there, pet, what are you doing out here in the rain?" He asked, standing over her.
She looked up, and Spike immediately recognized her, "Buffy? What are you doing here?"
She didn't answer, just watched as he talked, not showing any emotion, confusing Spike even more. He would have thought that she would have been at least a little happy to see someone, especially because she was sitting in the front of an old, half way demolished house, in a place where girls her age just didn't hang out in.
"Angel's been looking all over for you, pet, you got him worried hen you ran out of school today." Spike said, trying his best to explain to her what was going on, because she seemed a little bit clueless.
"Has he really? To do what? Come find me, make it all go away, make everything just go away, and help me?" she asked bitterly, finding her voice, "Well tell him that I don't want help."
Spike looked at her, questioning her words, knowing she really didn't mean them, "C'mon pet, you don't really mean that, what did Angel do to make you hate him so much?"
Buffy just stared at him, thinking it over. What had Angel done? He had been caring, nice, concerned about her, and what had she done, yelled at him, been angry with him for no reason.
She blinked, and felt a tear roll down her cheek. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know if she could do anything. And Angel, well, he probably hated her now, just because she didn't know what she wanted, how she felt, what she needed.
Her gaze drifted downward, and she looked at the grass, not willing to look back up at Spike, who was studying her intently.
"Buffy?" he asked, and she reluctantly looked up at him. "Are you alright, luv?"
"F-fine." She lied, and stood up, just as Angel appeared from around the back of the house.
"She's not here Spi-" Angel stopped when he saw Buffy, and relief flowed through him, "Buffy?"
She smiled weakly at him as he walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah," She said, leaning against him, happy for the warmth he provided when he had pulled her close. He sweatshirt was pretty much soaked from the constant drizzle that was finally turning into a real rain.
He released her, and stood back, looking over her checking to make sure she was ok. She looked it, but she was shivering, and he thought it would be best to get her inside.
"C'mon, let's go back to my house, and dry off, ok?" He asked, and she nodded, willingly allowing him to wrap his arms around her as the three of them, Spike, Angel, and herself, began to walk back to his house.
(::::::::::)
Buffy shivered as she sat down on Angel's bed, and looked around at his room. It was pretty good size, ad not very well lit. Angel was on one side of the room, going through some of his clothes, looking for something that she could wear.
He eventually brings her over some sweat pants and a shirt, "Here, put these on, warm up, then we can talk, ok?"
She nodded, and took the clothes from him. Looking up at him, she glanced downward, and he got the message.
"Sorry." He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Buffy stripped out of all the clothes that she felt were to wet to wear, and pulled on the clothes Angel had gotten for her, appreciating that they were warm and comfortable. Then folding her wet clothes, she puts them in a neat pile on the floor, and opens the door to find Angel standing patiently in the hall, waiting for her.
He smiled at her, and entered the room, sitting down on the bed and motioning for her to do the same. She did, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
"Buffy?"
"Yes?" She asked, already knowing what he was going to ask.
"What happened?"
"When?" She looked up at him, making she that he understood the question wasn't asked to be cocky.
"Friday night."
She took a deep breath, and hesitated before answering. "I got home, and went up to my room. My father came in and started to talk to me about how he was disappointed in me, and how I should know better, and that I should have listened to him and stayed home." She paused, and he nodded, signaling that she should continue.
"Then he.... He hit me." She told him, looking down.
Angel tensed at the way she said the last words. He could tell she truly thought she disserved what her father had done to her. Then, even though he knew a question like this could make this situation uneasy for her, he asked, "Only once?"
She didn't look up at him as she answered, "No."
He could feel her shaking again, but this time he could tell it wasn't because she was cold. He tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer, as if he let go, he might never be able to hold her again, and if she might disappear forever. And, slowly, she settled down, and stopped trembling, snuggling closer to him.
Angel kissed her forehead, barely noticing that he had done so, being so wrapped up in trying to comfort her. He could hear soft sobs, and knew she was crying, but he was ok with it, knowing that she needed to cry, and that it was best for her to get it out now.
"Buffy?"
She looked up at him, and he wiped a stray tear from her cheek.
"You're going to be ok, I promise." He told her, and again, she offered him a weak smile, but did not say anything.
A/N Aw... cute, isn't it? Yes, Buffy seems a bit weak, but you can't tell me how to write my story (unless you review) so you'll just have to back off. Oh, and I'm looking for a beta reader, just incase anyone is interested in helping me with my very screwed up grammar and spelling issues.
Anyway, anyone else here really disappointed at how Angel ended? Too many unanswered questions! Not enough episodes, need another episode to find out what happens next. I'm sorry to say, that if there is not Sequel (or another season), and that's the last episode, it's not nice to have a cliffhanger!
Bloody SunSet
Disclaimer: Hm... go away!
Summary: Buffy's just a normal girl who's lost her way in the world, but what happens when another lost soul captures her heart, and refuses to give it back?
Last Chapter Summary: Buffy obviously has some problems at home, and Angel wants to help, he just doesn't know what the problem is....
But It Feels So Right
Angel opened the door to his house, and ran upstairs to his cousin's room. "Spike! You home?" He called, when he didn't find him in his room.
"Yeah, I'm outside!" He heard Spike's voice from the backyard.
Angel ran back down the stairs, and out the back door. "I need your help." He said, just a little out of breath from running all the way home from school.
"You need my what?" Spike asked in disbelief.
"Help."
"Right, what you do this time, break something?"
"No. It's Buffy, she ran away." Angel said.
"From home, well, that's not your problem is it?"
"No, from me, we were at school talking then she split, I need help finding her." He explained, catching his breath.
"Right and you want me to help?"
"Sunnydale's may not be the largest town in California spike, but it's still pretty big, I can't cover the entire town."
"Oh alright, but you owe me for this."
Angel glared at his cousin for his lack of concern for the girl, then turned and walked back into the house, Spike following.
(::::::::::)
Buffy looked around, the sky was graying, and the sun was behind a cloud. She crossed her arms on her chest, and sighed, wondering what to do. She had to find somewhere to go before it started raining, and she knew she only had a short time before that happened, judging by the color of the clouds.
She wrapped her arms tighter around herself, and leaned against the old house. String up at the sky, she felt a drop of rain on her cheek, but she wasn't sure if it was really the rain.
Her eyes closed and she tucks her head down, resting it on her knees, which were pulled close to her chest, and held there tightly by her arms. She shivered and opened her eyes again, looking around. It had gotten darker though it was only mid-day, and foreshadowed weather seemed to reflect how she was feeling, but Buffy didn't even know if she was feeling.
If this was just a dream, why couldn't she wake up? Wake up and see the sun floating over her in a blue sky, filled with silver clouds, and chirping birds. Everything that seemed to make your troubles just go away, but that was the dream. The sun, the birds, that was her imagination. This, her sitting there with nowhere to go, and no one to care, this was real, and for once, Buffy felt like she wouldn't be able to escape it....
(::::::::::)
Spike looked over at Angel as they walked out into his front yard, "So where should we start?" he asked.
Angel frowned and looked down, "I haven't the faintest clue, where would a troubled girl run to?"
"Did you go ask Faith? I'm sure she'd tell you anything she knew."
"I would have done that earlier, but I couldn't find her, she has a way of hiding from the world."
"Yeah well, c'mon, I know a place we could check, maybe she'll be there." He said, staring off down the street, Angel following him.
They walked for fifteen minutes before Spike decided to change directions, heading toward a part of town that either of them seldom went near. It wasn't the kind of place where you would see children playing in the front yard with their puppies. No, this was the kind of place where the runaway kids lived.
Angel knew some of the kids down here came from as far away as San Francisco, and Sacramento, just to get away from their parents, or sometimes, even the police. Some of the kids attended the school, but most of them just skipped out if they were enrolled, or sat around all day if they weren't.
Now, not to say this part of town wasn't nice, it was just a place that most people stayed away from because of the rumors that floated around about it. The ones that suggested shootouts and other things seem in movies. But the truth was, it was just a part of town that the real estate brokers hadn't begun to tear down, and to all the people who lived there, it was a quiet sanctuary.
Spike stopped, and pointed to a house, "I'm pretty sure that's where Faith and her gang hangs out, you want me to go in with you, or can you handle it?" he asked, looking over at Angel.
"I'm pretty sure I can handle it, I'll be right out." He said, as the two of them hopped over the fence, and Angel walked around back, leaving Spike alone in the front yard.
(::::::::::)
Angel tapped on the door softly, but just enough to alert the people inside that there was someone there. He waited for only a moment before he came face to face a familiar friend.
"Angel? Come in, what are you doing here?" Faith asked, opening the door all the way.
"I'm looking for Buffy, have you seen her?" he asked, not refusing her offer to come inside, but not wanting to take the chance that someone in there didn't like him.
"Yeah, she stopped by earlier, but she didn't stay, she was kind of upset about something." Faith told him, leaning on the doorframe, "Any particular reason you're looking for her?"
"I have to talk to her." He said, then turned around, "But if you haven't seen her, I'll just get out of here, see ya."
"Alright, bye."
(::::::::::)
((During Angel's talk with Faith))
Spike stood out front, waiting for Angel to do what ever he was doing, and wondering how long it was going to take. He was also wondering if Faith would be any help at all, she tended to only tell the truth to people she thought mattered. And Spike was pretty sure Angel wasn't on that list of hers.
A couple of rain drops splashed down on his head, and he looked around for a place to sit out of the rain, but didn't see one, what he did see confused him.
A person sat in the grass, leaning up against the house, he wasn't sure because of the hood that covered their head and face, but he was pretty sure it was a girl. He looked at her curiously for a moment, before making his over to her.
"'Ello there, pet, what are you doing out here in the rain?" He asked, standing over her.
She looked up, and Spike immediately recognized her, "Buffy? What are you doing here?"
She didn't answer, just watched as he talked, not showing any emotion, confusing Spike even more. He would have thought that she would have been at least a little happy to see someone, especially because she was sitting in the front of an old, half way demolished house, in a place where girls her age just didn't hang out in.
"Angel's been looking all over for you, pet, you got him worried hen you ran out of school today." Spike said, trying his best to explain to her what was going on, because she seemed a little bit clueless.
"Has he really? To do what? Come find me, make it all go away, make everything just go away, and help me?" she asked bitterly, finding her voice, "Well tell him that I don't want help."
Spike looked at her, questioning her words, knowing she really didn't mean them, "C'mon pet, you don't really mean that, what did Angel do to make you hate him so much?"
Buffy just stared at him, thinking it over. What had Angel done? He had been caring, nice, concerned about her, and what had she done, yelled at him, been angry with him for no reason.
She blinked, and felt a tear roll down her cheek. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know if she could do anything. And Angel, well, he probably hated her now, just because she didn't know what she wanted, how she felt, what she needed.
Her gaze drifted downward, and she looked at the grass, not willing to look back up at Spike, who was studying her intently.
"Buffy?" he asked, and she reluctantly looked up at him. "Are you alright, luv?"
"F-fine." She lied, and stood up, just as Angel appeared from around the back of the house.
"She's not here Spi-" Angel stopped when he saw Buffy, and relief flowed through him, "Buffy?"
She smiled weakly at him as he walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah," She said, leaning against him, happy for the warmth he provided when he had pulled her close. He sweatshirt was pretty much soaked from the constant drizzle that was finally turning into a real rain.
He released her, and stood back, looking over her checking to make sure she was ok. She looked it, but she was shivering, and he thought it would be best to get her inside.
"C'mon, let's go back to my house, and dry off, ok?" He asked, and she nodded, willingly allowing him to wrap his arms around her as the three of them, Spike, Angel, and herself, began to walk back to his house.
(::::::::::)
Buffy shivered as she sat down on Angel's bed, and looked around at his room. It was pretty good size, ad not very well lit. Angel was on one side of the room, going through some of his clothes, looking for something that she could wear.
He eventually brings her over some sweat pants and a shirt, "Here, put these on, warm up, then we can talk, ok?"
She nodded, and took the clothes from him. Looking up at him, she glanced downward, and he got the message.
"Sorry." He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Buffy stripped out of all the clothes that she felt were to wet to wear, and pulled on the clothes Angel had gotten for her, appreciating that they were warm and comfortable. Then folding her wet clothes, she puts them in a neat pile on the floor, and opens the door to find Angel standing patiently in the hall, waiting for her.
He smiled at her, and entered the room, sitting down on the bed and motioning for her to do the same. She did, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
"Buffy?"
"Yes?" She asked, already knowing what he was going to ask.
"What happened?"
"When?" She looked up at him, making she that he understood the question wasn't asked to be cocky.
"Friday night."
She took a deep breath, and hesitated before answering. "I got home, and went up to my room. My father came in and started to talk to me about how he was disappointed in me, and how I should know better, and that I should have listened to him and stayed home." She paused, and he nodded, signaling that she should continue.
"Then he.... He hit me." She told him, looking down.
Angel tensed at the way she said the last words. He could tell she truly thought she disserved what her father had done to her. Then, even though he knew a question like this could make this situation uneasy for her, he asked, "Only once?"
She didn't look up at him as she answered, "No."
He could feel her shaking again, but this time he could tell it wasn't because she was cold. He tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer, as if he let go, he might never be able to hold her again, and if she might disappear forever. And, slowly, she settled down, and stopped trembling, snuggling closer to him.
Angel kissed her forehead, barely noticing that he had done so, being so wrapped up in trying to comfort her. He could hear soft sobs, and knew she was crying, but he was ok with it, knowing that she needed to cry, and that it was best for her to get it out now.
"Buffy?"
She looked up at him, and he wiped a stray tear from her cheek.
"You're going to be ok, I promise." He told her, and again, she offered him a weak smile, but did not say anything.
A/N Aw... cute, isn't it? Yes, Buffy seems a bit weak, but you can't tell me how to write my story (unless you review) so you'll just have to back off. Oh, and I'm looking for a beta reader, just incase anyone is interested in helping me with my very screwed up grammar and spelling issues.
Anyway, anyone else here really disappointed at how Angel ended? Too many unanswered questions! Not enough episodes, need another episode to find out what happens next. I'm sorry to say, that if there is not Sequel (or another season), and that's the last episode, it's not nice to have a cliffhanger!
Bloody SunSet