Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS or Atvs If I did thing would be different, and maybe it might suck more.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Anything from Season 6 BTVS and 3 Atvs.
A/n: This story is about what could happen after the season four of Angel and season 7 of Buffy. So it is sometimes in the future so that when the new seasons begin I do not get spoiled and find myself unable to write because of that. Anyway I hope you enjoy and that you review my story. Tchao.
Willow's POV
I can't believe this. I can't believe this is happening. I cannot loose someone else that I love. Why Buffy? Why now? I left her yesterday in her kitchen. Xander and I were laughing and we were talking about everything, about Angel and Cordelia being together. What was she doing in LA? Why did she fight that demon?
Those questions keep running through my mind as I walk towards the waiting room. My heart feels like it is about to explode. During the three-hour ride from the Sunnydale to The Hospital, all I could think about was that we should have been there. That maybe we could have prevented this. We had lost her to many times already.
I see Angel seating in the hallway. He is staring at door of room 210. Buffy's room. He turns his head when he hears Dawns muffled sob. Xander is half carrying her half dragging her behind me. He stands up as I get closer. His eyes are full of sorrow. They are blood shot and he looks beat. I guess I must look about the same from all the tears that I shed. I can't help the sob that escapes my lips when I hear him talk. His voice is so broken. Buffy, please wake up. As If angel can sense that I am about to loose it, he opens his arms and holds me. If it weren't for him I would have collapsed on the floor. I bury my face on his shirt and let out the tears that I have been holding since he called. Why? Why her? Why now?
" Thank you Angel," I am able to say when the tears subside. But he does not let go of me and for that I am grateful. He leads me to the room. At the beginning all I see are monitors and machines. Than I see her. She is all pale, As white as a corpse. Her beautiful blond hair looks like straw. Her lips are cut and her face is all bruised.
"Oh my god!" exclaims Dawn behind me. I don't think it is a good idea for her to see her like that. I gesture to Xander to take her out of the room. Xander gently leads her outside. I get closer to the slayers bed. I reach for her hand. It feels cold. I know she is still alive. Oh god I do not want to lose her again. Angel is still holding me upright and I am so grateful for his presence.
Dawn's POV:
Being the sister of a slayer you should be prepared for the eventuality of her death, especially if she had died before. But I am wrong. Knowing that she had died before does not prepare me for what I seen when I enter her room. My sister is lying in a coma just a year after she had dug herself out of her grave. Is there no justice in this world? Hasn't she suffered enough? I could not stay anymore in the room. Seeing her lying there was too much. My heart broke when Willow came and pick me up form Rachel's to tell that Buffy was at the hospital in LA. What was she doing here anyway? What was HE doing here? Angel was the one that had brought her here. I need to sit.
I pull away from Xander, but instead of sitting I walk back into the room. Willow is still clinging on to HIM. I can't believe her. I look at his hand. He is holding on to my sister. How dare HE? I know that I should be thinking of Buffy and of her getting better. But I can't help wondering if this is his fault. She was fine when I had left her. She was at home, cleaning the kitchen. What in the world would she be doing in LA if it were not for him? From what Willow had said she had been in a bar. She had been drunk when she had fought the demon. The Buffy I know does not get drunk. She would never do that. She was smarter than that. Unless she was thinking of Angel. Yes when it came to the souled vampire my sister was not the smartest tree on the block.
No! Buffy had no reason to be unhappy. I know that I am lying to myself. I had seen the hurt look she had when she had found out that Angel and Cordelia were getting married. She had acted fine in front of everyone. But I had heard her later that night; she had cried herself to sleep. My thoughts are again on Angel.
I go stand next to him. I don't say a word to him. I have no intentions of doing such a thing. I give him a side-glance and notice that he is looking at me. I feel myself blush. Could he read my thoughts? Did he hear my silent accusation?
I look in his eyes and I feel ashamed of my thoughts. His pain is written in his face. He is suffering as much as I am. I have no right to accuse him of anything. I get closer to him and lean my head on his shoulder, to give him a little comfort and maybe get some comfort from him.
"Buffy, Please wake up" I hear myself whisper.