Fic: You Absolutely Sure That's It..?

Author: mkcrl120

Disclaimer: All the characters mentioned in this story belong to Joss Whedon or Mutant Enemy or some other people. I own nothing and wrote this just to get it out of my system.

Summary: This is something that came to me... one of several ideas that thinking about a certain species of Demon has given me. Might be continued, might not... will see how I feel.

Rating: 15 probably… mainly for language.

Setting: End of season 2.

A/N: Again sorry for the crappy title.... not put that much thought into this. Sorry... just something my mind grabbed hold of and wouldn't let go.


Fic: You Absolutely Sure That's It..? - Chapter 1

Buffy cries into Angel's shoulder. "So what are you telling me? That what we did today... that you're going to give all that up? You're giving up humanity, that you'd actually prefer to live as a vampire?"

Angel held her as close as he could. He bends to kiss her forehead, savouring the taste, wanting every last memory of his human senses to be filled with her. "No... I'm saying today won't have happened."

Buffy pulled her head away from him, looking into his eyes with hers, challenging him to explain what he'd said. "What?"

Angel closed his eyes, dreading what he has to say next. "The Oracles... they're going to take back the day. Send us back to yesterday, make it so that I never absorbed the Mohra blood."

"Who are these Orac..." she began, then realised what he'd said. "Sen.... send us back? Time travel?"

"Kind of."

"I won't lose you now... I won't let it happen... when the Mohra demon comes, I'll smear you in his blood myself." Buffy told him, voice getting more confident as the plan started to form in her brain.

"You won't..." At her defiant expression he continued. "You won't remember... only I will."

"I will remember... I will." She raised her hand and placed it on his heart. "I'll remember this. I'll remember your warmth. I'll remember giving myself to you."

"No." He said, allowing tears to fall. "You won't."

She began again, tears falling faster now. "I can't live knowing what we could have had..."

"You don't have to. Only I do."

"But Slayer dreams... maybe I won't know tomorrow... yesterday... whenever... but someday I might know." She looked at him. "I'm a Slayer, Angel. Defying the norm is what we do. If I ever know about today, I'll hate you Angel... that you took this away from me... I've never been this happy, I didn't even know I could be this happy."

He grabbed her hands. "That's a risk I've got to take. My happiness is not worth the risk."

"The curse doesn't app..."

He quickly cut her off. "I'm not talking about that. My happiness is not worth risking your life."

"I'm a Slayer, my life's always at risk."

"Then my happiness is not worth the lives of others, others I could save if I'm back to what I was."

"So you'd give up the chance of us... for some people you don't even know yet?" She stared into his eyes, hoping praying for the slightest doubt to catch upon. Something she could wear down further, to make him persuade the Oracles not to go through with this insanity.

"You did it... when you went down into the Master's Cave, you were willing to give up your life so that your friends had a chance to live."

"That was different... I didn't have a choice. I was prophecised to die."

"I know... but we're champions. We don't get to live happy ever after... we fight so others do."

She cried, walking away from him. Moving to the bed, she curled up hugging herself.

"Buffy... Buffy."

"Go away..." Came her muffled response.

"Buffy. Never doubt my love for you." He moved to sit next to her on the bed, hand gently stroking her arm.

"That's what you really think?" She asked without looking at him.

"That I love you... always. Without a doubt, for the rest of my existence.... whether my hearts beating or not."

She lifted her head to look at him. "Not that... you think that we fight for other people's happy ever after..? That we don't get one of our own..?"

He took a deep breath, "Yes." was all he said.

"I fight for the chance of a happy ever after. That I might live long enough to get one. That my friends might get one when I'm gone." Her voice raising in anger.

"That's a luxury you have..." He explained, rising from his place next to her. "I'm not living remember... well not usually." He added with a grin.

She couldn't quite bring herself to return it. "No wonder you're so broody."

He laughed. "I only fight for the chance for others to get a happy ever after. I never ever expected to get this happy."

"Not too happy I hope... wouldn't want you to lose your soul when you return."

His smile fell. "I really don't think that's a risk."

She wiped the tears away. "Soo..." she began trying to see the silver lining. "If you'd don't believe in a happy ever after, least for yourself... how about a happy ever now... until we have to go and get the oracles to send us back anyway."

He looked at her with a sad smile. "That's not how it works. They're going to reset everything soon."

Buffy leapt off the bed, "What? When?"

"Anytime now."

"But that's... we need more..." She leapt across the room, catching his face as she pulls him into a passionate kiss. Just as everything around them fades to white.


Angel Investigations
The Previous Day


For a brief few moments Angel looks lost. Glancing around the room his eyes finally focus on Buffy, who is still talking.

"So, then let's just stick to the plan. Keep our distance until a lot of time has passed, and given enough time... we should be able to.."

"Forget." Angel responds automatically.

"Yeah..." Buffy thinks it over. "Sooo... I'm going to go... start forgetting."

Suddenly the Mohra demon comes flying through the window. Swinging it's sword as it lands on the table. Angel's moving toward it automatically, grabbing the clock as he moves to smash the jewel.

Buffy's quick to respond herself. Moving forward she grabs the sword by the handle as the demon tries to raise it from his missed swing. The demon tries to pull the sword up, but Buffy changed her grip and is holding the sword handle in one hand and the demon's wrist in the other, a powerful tug drags the demon off the table.

Angel swings the clock but the demon is dragged out from it's previous position. The clock shatters against the demon's kneecap, as Buffy throws it towards the opposite wall.

Buffy struggles with the sword and the demon, neither her nor the demon getting an obvious advantage. "A clock..?" She asks incredulously, "You have an entire arsenal and you grab a clock?"

Angel looks sheepishly at her. He moves to grab a nearby axe and watches as Buffy manages to thrust the sword through the door to his office, thereby removing it as a threat.

Angel pauses, deciding not to simply hack at the creature from this angle. He puts the long handle around the demon's neck and drags it backward away from it's sword.

"Don't wrestle with it. Cut it's head off!" Buffy orders as she pulls the sword back through the door, holding it firmly and heading in the demon's direction.

"Wait!!" Angel calls out to stop Buffy's swing. Unfortunately to ensure she didn't connect with the sword it involved putting his hand out, the demon immediately took advantage of the freedom to move and ramming Angel backwards into the wall.

Buffy paused in mid-swing. "What for..?" she asked, as the demon threw Angel over it's shoulder and raised the axe into a more usable position.

Angel rolled to a stop by the office door. Which was promptly opened by Cordelia and Doyle, having been concerned after the shouting had reached a point where swords were thrust through the walls.

"Have you killed it yet?" Cordelia asked as she entered the room.

Doyle grabbed her and dragged her to wall protecting her with his own body, "Obviously not."

The demon swung the axe at Buffy, she blocked it with the demon's own sword and attempted a thrust of it's own. "He won't let me!"

Cordelia turned to glare at Angel on the floor. "And why would you want to stop her killing it? Have you gone completely insane?"

Angel struggled to get to his feet. "Beheading doesn't work, you have to smash the jewel." He informed the group, eyes scanning the room looking for a weapon of his own.

Buffy glanced at the demon's forehead. "Jewel. Right." She said, pressing her attack, the sword and axe clattering against each other as each combatant struggled to get an opening.

Angel moved behind the desk to locate a spare sword he knew he kept there.

Buffy managed to get through the creature's swing. Unfortunately all she managed to do was get a non-fatal swipe across it's torso, her sword becoming embedded in the desk. Realising she was weaponless, she released the sword and quickly got both hands on the axe.

Angel moved behind her. "Get out of the way!" He ordered.

"And let go... are you nuts???" She asked as Mohra demon tried to shake her off the axe. She pushed back, knocking the demon into its sword, which dropped to the floor. She tried to press the advantage, pushing it against the wall again. Realising what she had to do, she lifted the axe until the it was level with the creature's forehead, and it's jewel. Smiling she started to push again, until the axe handle was resting against the jewel, the demon's head backed against the wall, offering it no leverage to push back.

"Duck." Angel commanded. Buffy did so. Angel's sword flashed, catching the axe on the handle between both Buffy's and the Mohra's hands. The axe handle cracked the jewel. Angel grabbed Buffy by her shirt and walked them both away from the demon.

Which dropped the axe and lifted it's hands to the jewel, seemingly trying to stop the light that was bursting out of it. The demon disappeared, consumed as the light had gotten brighter.

"So, Jewel huh?" Buffy asked, once her eyes had stopped blinking.

"I've faced one of those before." Angel said.

"Right..." Buffy shrugged heading to the fallen weaponry. Angel quickly circled round her, grabbing the sword with the demon blood on it.

"I'll take that." He said, carefully holding it by the handle.

"Ermmm... sure." Buffy said, moving to pick up the axe. She looked around the room, unsure where to put it, giving in she finally gave it to Doyle. "So is that everything?" She asked, following Angel out of the room.

"I think we covered all we need to." He said offhandly, while rinsing the sword in the sink.

"So that's it..?" She asked one last time.

"That's it." He confirmed, then watched as she turned and left the building. He waited til she was out of site then headed downstairs to his bedroom.

Doyle sighed. "So that's Buffy?" He asked once Angel was out of earshot.

"Yep." Cordelia responded. "That's the Slayer... source of all his broodiness."

"I take it he's going to hell to live with now then?" Doyle said, moving to place the axe back onto the rack.

"Trust me... anything you've seen so far, going to surpass all of that put together."

Doyle walked back into the room, gesturing to the broken window and damaged door. "This typical of a Buffy visit?"

"This..?" Cordelia looked around the room, mulling it over. "This is calm for her..." She gestured sitting back on the edge of the desk. "In fact I think we got off lightly... thinks being the Slayer means she has to slay everything she sees." She stood up looking at her jeans. "Ewww."

"What is it princess?" Doyle asked rushing over.

Cordelia placed her hand on her thigh. "Ewwwww... he's so lucky he's brooding right now."

"What is it?"

"I sat in some blood... it's a good job these things are dark." She thought trying to see if it was noticeable. "Can you see it?"

Doyle took a lingering gaze at the back of her legs. "No." he answered, shaking his head out of the thoughts he'd been having.

Cordelia went to get some tissues, and started mopping up the remaining fluid. "And look at this," she showed Doyle the giant slash in the desk. "That's hardly helping to portray a professional image is it?" She stated throwing the tissues into the bin.

Doyle peered at it. "It's not really that noticeable."

"Men." Cordelia grabbed the chair and sat him down in it. "It's not noticeable... when they're sitting there...??"

"Okay... we could turn the desk around."

"So the drawers face the clients?" She commented sarcastically.

"We're not getting a new desk cos of one tiny indentation." Doyle informed her.

"That was made by a sword?"

"It's not even two inches thick."

"Arggghhh!!!" Cordelia said as she stormed out of the room. "Let me just get a coffee and let this day finally end."

"We can't leave, what about customers?"

"He's in no state to go hunting demons."

"A spot of violence might be what he needs."

"Trust me... he's got to go through a significant brooding period before we take another case." She countered.

"But they weren't together. It was like fifteen minutes." Doyle argued.

Cordelia grabbed her coat, "Let's go get a nice relaxing cup of coffee, and I'll tell you all about the Angel Buffy situation. Trust me, fleeting glances across a room is like a major break up with these two."

Doyle smiled and closed the office door. Locking it until the got back. "I do know a little about it you know. I was sent here to help him."

Cordelia smiled back. "Knowing about it and living through it are two very different things. As I'm about to explain..."

They both walked away continuing their discussion. Cordelia starting to scratch the palm of her left hand as they got nearer to the coffee house. Deciding she must have a got a splinter or something from the desk she didn't mention anything.


End chapter one