A/N Ok, so I didnt screw up the last chapter as much as I thought I did, go me! Oh, but this chapter may come across as very confusing to everyone.... Yeah, sorry about that....
Thank you, Melluvben, Kari, Katie, KaraBella, Mela, and mistymidnight for reviewing the last chapter!
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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?
But It Feels So Right
Buffy glanced over at Angel, as she sat down on his bed, feeling guilty about him having to testify in court. Right now, it was all she could do to relax, and keep telling herself that this case wouldn't take much longer, that it was going to be over soon, and that she was going to win. She had to; otherwise she wasn't sure if she would be able to live again. Not with her father, and without her angel. Pun defiantly intended.
She sighed in frustration, letting what had happened earlier run through her mind again, but that only made her angry. Her father, the one who had made her life a living Hell, was denying everything he ever did to her. Denying that he had abused her, even though he had.
What was his problem? Couldn't he see it would be easier for him if he had just never hurt her, and that denying it was going to get him even longer where ever he was going when he lost?
She sighed again, and lay back, covering her face with a pillow, her anger focusing on something else. Why hadn't she done this earlier? Why had she waited until now to get him off of her back?
Because she hadn't had anything, any reason, for her to go through with it all. Sure, the freedom would have been nice, but she would've been stuck with her aunt and cousin, in a place she didn't know anything about. Now, she had a place to stay, that she wanted to be in, and someone who cared about her. She had a reason to keep going in life.
But now, sitting on his bed, staring at him, she was wondering whether or not she should have him involved with this part of her life. Sure, he said it was not big deal; that he wanted to help, but he had never asked to be thrown into her life like this, and she'd rather he didn't. She'd rather have met him after she had gotten the courage to do this on her own, that way, they would have never had to go through this.
She smiled at Angel as he lay down next to her, glad just to have him there, and rolled on her side to look at him.
"Angel?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"What do you wanna do?" she asked, thinking of the few things they could do in the ten hours they had left before she had to go back to court.
"I dunno, think of something, and I'll do it." He said, looking at her.
"Well, I want you to choose."
He thought for a second, "You wanna go out for ice cream?"
She smiled again, "Sure, if you want to."
"Ok then, let's go." He said, but neither of them moved, and Buffy laughed.
"That was very successful." She said, "Maybe we should just stay here, you know, just chill for a little while."
"Ok, seeing as my legs don't want to work, I guess that's ok."
He sighed, and looked at the ceiling, closing his eyes for a moment, before he found Buffy lying on top of him. At first he raised his eyebrows, then, he just smiled, kissing her softly.
"You know, I could get used to this," she told him, "The nice, quiet days at home.... With you."
He kissed her again, and said, "I'm already used to it."
Buffy smiled at him, and laid her head down on his chest, closing her eyes.
Neither of them spoke for a long while, both just happy to lie there and let the day go by knowing that the other was there. But after about an hour, Angel started to get restless, he wasn't one to always lie around.
He had been thinking the entire time, wondering how much it would take to bring her father down, how much longer it was going to take to put him where he belonged, how long before Buffy could have the life she deserved.
Maybe this wasn't the thing to be doing, barging into her life, and trying to help, even if he thought she needed it. Angel wasn't sure now if he had done this the right way, though he was sure he had done the right thing by helping her get this far. The thing that was bothering him was that, if he hadn't come along, what would have happened to her? What other things might her father have done to her. Angel really couldn't say, and, knowing what Hank Summers was capable of, he didn't want to think about it.
Of course, Angel hadn't admitted his fears about this entire ordeal to Buffy, wanting to make her feel that everything was ok, and that she could come to him to make sure everything was alright. He didn't want her to know that he was having a hard time with this, almost as much as she was. And then there was the whole thing where Buffy was trying to be as strong as she could, instead of just opening herself up, and as he saw it, she might not be telling him everything he should know.
He sighed, and looked at her, noticing that her eyes were still closed. He gently moved her off of him, and whispered to her.
"Buffy, are you awake?" he asked softly, so if she was asleep, he wouldn't wake her.
He got a soft moan in reply, and again smiled to himself. She was asleep; happy in whatever dream world her mind had created for her. And she was smiling despite everything that was happening in the real world.
Sitting up on the bed, Angel shook his head, clearing it of all the thoughts he'd previously had, and trying to replace them of thoughts that would provoke happiness in his mind, something to get him ready for the long day he knew tomorrow was going to be.
He slip off the bed, and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him, hoping Buffy wouldn't worry if she woke up and he wasn't there.
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Buffy grumbled, and rolled over in her sleep, feeling restless, and overly tired, even though she was getting that much needed sleep she had wanted. She sighed, and curled up into a ball, somehow knowing that Angel was gone even though she hadn't been conscious when he had left.
A light? Why is there a light? Is it dark out? Buffy wondered, looking around the strange new area. She could've sworn she'd never set foot in a place like this before.
"Hello?" she called.
Hearing her voice echo across the empty space made her shiver, and grow fearful that she might never find out why she was here.
"Angel?" she asked, the now dark that surrounded her.
Again, no response from around her, only a dull, whistling noise that seemed to come from every direction at once.
She stepped forward, and a light flashed around her, illuminating the area.
It was blurred, but she now found herself staring forward, into the same courtroom she had been in yesterday, and would be in tomorrow. She blinked, but the room did not focus, instead, it seemed to blur even more.
She brought her hands to her face, and rubbed her eyes, only to find, that when she moved her hands she was back in that empty space, only now she wasn't alone.
He mother stood in front of her, dressed in a flowing blue dress. Her eyes were puffy with tears, and she looked frightened. She looked at Buffy with widened eyes, but made no move to get closer to her daughter.
Buffy looked confused, and reached out at her mother. As soon as her hand connected with her mother's, she disappeared, leaving Buffy alone.
Buffy blinked. What's going on here? She asked in her mind, slowing turning in circles to look around once more.
She hung her head and closed her eyes once more, feeling that she was now truly along in the strange place, but when her eyes opened again, a new person stood before her, a person she recognized right away.
"Angel?" she asked, and he smiled at her.
"Hey Buffy..." he said, smiling at her.
He stepped nearer, and then stopped a few inches from her. She reached out to touch him, but his voice stopped her.
"Don't.... it'll only make things worse...." He said, and Buffy blinked.
"What do you mean?" she asked, feeling very confused.
"Don't reach out to things, let them come to you...." He said, and Buffy shook her head.
"What do you...."
"Sh.... It's here." He said, pointing behind her.
Buffy turned and looked behind her, but saw nothing more than a small piece of paper fall fro nowhere, and land noiselessly on the ground.
"Angel what does...." When she turned back to face him, Angel had disappeared, and for the longest time Buffy just stood there, staring at where he had just stood.
Buffy woke up, a feeling of deep confusion in the pit of her stomach. Why were her dreams always so cryptic? Why was she never able to understand them, and why was her mother there?
She shook her head vigorously, then sat up, looking around for Angel. Where had he gotten off to now?
"Angel?" She asked, knowing that unless her was in the room, he wasn't going to answer.
She sighed and got up, walking out of the room, and down the hallway. She saw Angel coming up the stairs, just as he saw her.
"Hey you." He said, walking up to her, and hugging her, "How'd you sleep?"
"Good, but you didn't." she said, stepping away from him.
"Buffy, please don't-"
"Angel, I'm worried about you. You keep trying to make everything with me fine and you're neglecting yourself. Please, I need you to do something, go have fun, and leave me to my moping or what ever I have to do." She said, "You need to have some fun, you need to just.... Just leave my life as it is for a little while, and go life yours."
He looked at her, "I'll do that as soon as you realize that you're part of my life, and I'm doing exactly what you want me to now."
She rolled her eyes, "Angel, you know that's not what I meant. Go have some fun with Xander, or one of your other friends for the night, I promise I'll be here when you get back."
He shook his head. "No, because I need to talk to you about some things for tomorrow that Gunn wanted me to clear up...." He said, taking her head, "C'mon, I'll fill you in."
Thank you, Melluvben, Kari, Katie, KaraBella, Mela, and mistymidnight for reviewing the last chapter!
Disclaimer: lalalalalalalalalala... la!
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?
But It Feels So Right
Buffy glanced over at Angel, as she sat down on his bed, feeling guilty about him having to testify in court. Right now, it was all she could do to relax, and keep telling herself that this case wouldn't take much longer, that it was going to be over soon, and that she was going to win. She had to; otherwise she wasn't sure if she would be able to live again. Not with her father, and without her angel. Pun defiantly intended.
She sighed in frustration, letting what had happened earlier run through her mind again, but that only made her angry. Her father, the one who had made her life a living Hell, was denying everything he ever did to her. Denying that he had abused her, even though he had.
What was his problem? Couldn't he see it would be easier for him if he had just never hurt her, and that denying it was going to get him even longer where ever he was going when he lost?
She sighed again, and lay back, covering her face with a pillow, her anger focusing on something else. Why hadn't she done this earlier? Why had she waited until now to get him off of her back?
Because she hadn't had anything, any reason, for her to go through with it all. Sure, the freedom would have been nice, but she would've been stuck with her aunt and cousin, in a place she didn't know anything about. Now, she had a place to stay, that she wanted to be in, and someone who cared about her. She had a reason to keep going in life.
But now, sitting on his bed, staring at him, she was wondering whether or not she should have him involved with this part of her life. Sure, he said it was not big deal; that he wanted to help, but he had never asked to be thrown into her life like this, and she'd rather he didn't. She'd rather have met him after she had gotten the courage to do this on her own, that way, they would have never had to go through this.
She smiled at Angel as he lay down next to her, glad just to have him there, and rolled on her side to look at him.
"Angel?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"What do you wanna do?" she asked, thinking of the few things they could do in the ten hours they had left before she had to go back to court.
"I dunno, think of something, and I'll do it." He said, looking at her.
"Well, I want you to choose."
He thought for a second, "You wanna go out for ice cream?"
She smiled again, "Sure, if you want to."
"Ok then, let's go." He said, but neither of them moved, and Buffy laughed.
"That was very successful." She said, "Maybe we should just stay here, you know, just chill for a little while."
"Ok, seeing as my legs don't want to work, I guess that's ok."
He sighed, and looked at the ceiling, closing his eyes for a moment, before he found Buffy lying on top of him. At first he raised his eyebrows, then, he just smiled, kissing her softly.
"You know, I could get used to this," she told him, "The nice, quiet days at home.... With you."
He kissed her again, and said, "I'm already used to it."
Buffy smiled at him, and laid her head down on his chest, closing her eyes.
Neither of them spoke for a long while, both just happy to lie there and let the day go by knowing that the other was there. But after about an hour, Angel started to get restless, he wasn't one to always lie around.
He had been thinking the entire time, wondering how much it would take to bring her father down, how much longer it was going to take to put him where he belonged, how long before Buffy could have the life she deserved.
Maybe this wasn't the thing to be doing, barging into her life, and trying to help, even if he thought she needed it. Angel wasn't sure now if he had done this the right way, though he was sure he had done the right thing by helping her get this far. The thing that was bothering him was that, if he hadn't come along, what would have happened to her? What other things might her father have done to her. Angel really couldn't say, and, knowing what Hank Summers was capable of, he didn't want to think about it.
Of course, Angel hadn't admitted his fears about this entire ordeal to Buffy, wanting to make her feel that everything was ok, and that she could come to him to make sure everything was alright. He didn't want her to know that he was having a hard time with this, almost as much as she was. And then there was the whole thing where Buffy was trying to be as strong as she could, instead of just opening herself up, and as he saw it, she might not be telling him everything he should know.
He sighed, and looked at her, noticing that her eyes were still closed. He gently moved her off of him, and whispered to her.
"Buffy, are you awake?" he asked softly, so if she was asleep, he wouldn't wake her.
He got a soft moan in reply, and again smiled to himself. She was asleep; happy in whatever dream world her mind had created for her. And she was smiling despite everything that was happening in the real world.
Sitting up on the bed, Angel shook his head, clearing it of all the thoughts he'd previously had, and trying to replace them of thoughts that would provoke happiness in his mind, something to get him ready for the long day he knew tomorrow was going to be.
He slip off the bed, and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him, hoping Buffy wouldn't worry if she woke up and he wasn't there.
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Buffy grumbled, and rolled over in her sleep, feeling restless, and overly tired, even though she was getting that much needed sleep she had wanted. She sighed, and curled up into a ball, somehow knowing that Angel was gone even though she hadn't been conscious when he had left.
A light? Why is there a light? Is it dark out? Buffy wondered, looking around the strange new area. She could've sworn she'd never set foot in a place like this before.
"Hello?" she called.
Hearing her voice echo across the empty space made her shiver, and grow fearful that she might never find out why she was here.
"Angel?" she asked, the now dark that surrounded her.
Again, no response from around her, only a dull, whistling noise that seemed to come from every direction at once.
She stepped forward, and a light flashed around her, illuminating the area.
It was blurred, but she now found herself staring forward, into the same courtroom she had been in yesterday, and would be in tomorrow. She blinked, but the room did not focus, instead, it seemed to blur even more.
She brought her hands to her face, and rubbed her eyes, only to find, that when she moved her hands she was back in that empty space, only now she wasn't alone.
He mother stood in front of her, dressed in a flowing blue dress. Her eyes were puffy with tears, and she looked frightened. She looked at Buffy with widened eyes, but made no move to get closer to her daughter.
Buffy looked confused, and reached out at her mother. As soon as her hand connected with her mother's, she disappeared, leaving Buffy alone.
Buffy blinked. What's going on here? She asked in her mind, slowing turning in circles to look around once more.
She hung her head and closed her eyes once more, feeling that she was now truly along in the strange place, but when her eyes opened again, a new person stood before her, a person she recognized right away.
"Angel?" she asked, and he smiled at her.
"Hey Buffy..." he said, smiling at her.
He stepped nearer, and then stopped a few inches from her. She reached out to touch him, but his voice stopped her.
"Don't.... it'll only make things worse...." He said, and Buffy blinked.
"What do you mean?" she asked, feeling very confused.
"Don't reach out to things, let them come to you...." He said, and Buffy shook her head.
"What do you...."
"Sh.... It's here." He said, pointing behind her.
Buffy turned and looked behind her, but saw nothing more than a small piece of paper fall fro nowhere, and land noiselessly on the ground.
"Angel what does...." When she turned back to face him, Angel had disappeared, and for the longest time Buffy just stood there, staring at where he had just stood.
Buffy woke up, a feeling of deep confusion in the pit of her stomach. Why were her dreams always so cryptic? Why was she never able to understand them, and why was her mother there?
She shook her head vigorously, then sat up, looking around for Angel. Where had he gotten off to now?
"Angel?" She asked, knowing that unless her was in the room, he wasn't going to answer.
She sighed and got up, walking out of the room, and down the hallway. She saw Angel coming up the stairs, just as he saw her.
"Hey you." He said, walking up to her, and hugging her, "How'd you sleep?"
"Good, but you didn't." she said, stepping away from him.
"Buffy, please don't-"
"Angel, I'm worried about you. You keep trying to make everything with me fine and you're neglecting yourself. Please, I need you to do something, go have fun, and leave me to my moping or what ever I have to do." She said, "You need to have some fun, you need to just.... Just leave my life as it is for a little while, and go life yours."
He looked at her, "I'll do that as soon as you realize that you're part of my life, and I'm doing exactly what you want me to now."
She rolled her eyes, "Angel, you know that's not what I meant. Go have some fun with Xander, or one of your other friends for the night, I promise I'll be here when you get back."
He shook his head. "No, because I need to talk to you about some things for tomorrow that Gunn wanted me to clear up...." He said, taking her head, "C'mon, I'll fill you in."