Heroic Deeds

By Ayisha

Author's Notes: I don't own anything in the story. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon. An AtS/BtVS/Smallville crossover, some parts are AU; the rest will be explained in the story. Some parts of S5 and S6 for Buffy; S3 and S4 for Angel.

Prologue:

I felt a sob rise up to my throat as I heard the song playing on the radio on my way to the airport. It has been two weeks and I still can't get it out of my mind.

He didn't love me anymore; he had moved on with his life.

Angel, my Angel, doesn't belong to me anymore. He belongs to Cordelia. And his son, Conner.

You have no idea what I felt when I saw the three of them together. I had ran away from Sunnydale to LA in hopes of making all of my problems go away. After I was resurrected from the dead, I was such a mess that I didn't know what to do. I had to go away.

So I came to LA. To Angel.

But the moment I opened the door to Angel Investigations, I saw them.

And my heart broke into pieces.

He was kissing Cordelia passionately, with his son sleeping in the corner. They didn't notice that I was there, nor did he feel my presence.

Which led me to believe that he doesn't have any feelings for me anymore.

Why Angel? After all the things that we've been through, why did you have to throw it all away? Why did you have to leave and let me face all of this alone?

Why did you love Cordelia and forgotten about me?

I couldn't take the pain so I ran out of the Hyperion Hotel, crying. Only to bump into Wesley.

"Buffy!" Wesley said, surprised and shocked at the same time. "What are you doing here?" He then noticed my tears. He only had to take one look at me to know what was going on.

He looked at me kindly. "I know it must be hard for you. Would you like me to tell you everything?"

I nodded, sniffling. Wesley took me to the nearest restaurant and told me everything that had happened in LA. He told me about Wolfram and Hart, Angel's shanshu, Darla's resurrection, and how Conner came about. He told me about Fred and Gunn, the Host, Anne, Angel and Cordelia. When he had finished, I just stared at him in disbelief.

"Are you alright?" Wesley asked.

"I'd be lying if I told you I was," I replied. I looked at him earnestly. "Why didn't Angel tell me about any of this? Don't you think I have the right to know?"

He sighed. "He didn't want to, Buffy. He wanted you to have a normal life. He thought you had moved on."

"He doesn't know anything." I said. "Do you know how many times I've wondered what has happened to him? Why he doesn't stay in touch and tell me what's happening? There are many nights that I have lied awake in bed and wondering if he's still okay. If he's still alive." I laughed bitterly. "Only to find out that his life is perfect while mine is going down the drain."

Wesley took my hand. "Buffy, you know that's not true."

"Isn't it?" I snapped. "Look at him, Wesley. He has a son, something he has always wanted. He has Cordelia who loves him and they have their own little family. He has you, Wesley. Also Gunn and Fred, who cares for him. He's nearing his redemption and he would be human again. He's living the life he always wanted to have."

"While I, on the other hand," I spat out. "Was resurrected from the dead only to wake up in a coffin six feet under the ground. To live again with Giles in England, my mother dead, Dawn not knowing what to do around me, Xander and Anya preparing their wedding and doesn't give a damn about me, and Willow messing up with her magic. The only two people who actually cared I was back were Tara and Spike. Tara, who left Sunnydale because Willow's magic is getting out of hand and Spike, who I'm fucking with."

Wesley's head snapped at that but I ignored it. "Spike, who I've been sleeping with almost every night because he understands what I going through. Because I needed to feel and to be loved. Only to find out that I'm just using him to replace Angel."

I looked at Wesley. "You have no idea what it feels like to be in heaven for one second and the next to a coffin which was buried six feet under the ground that I had to claw my way out of. You have no idea what it's like to have the people you care about ignore you and continue on with their lives as if nothing happened and risk my life every night as the Slayer. You don't know what it feels like to sleep at night with the lights on and to have nightmares that you're still in the coffin and can't get out. You have no idea what it's like not to feel anything but emptiness inside of you, only to find out that the first feeling you'll have after all these months was hurt and pain when you saw the love of your life kissing someone else and having the life he wanted you to have."

"So, tell me," I said bitterly. "Do you still think that Angel doesn't have the perfect life?"

Wesley couldn't say anything. He only held my hand and let me cry out my pain and suffering.

"What are you doing here, Buffy?" Wesley asked me an hour later.

"I needed to leave Sunnydale," I said simply. "They don't need me anymore." I was silent for awhile. "I had planned to stay with Angel and ask for his help but I don't think I can do that anymore."

"What do you want to do?" Wesley asked.

I looked at him straight in the eye. "I want to go away."

Wesley let me stay with him while he helped me find a place where I can go. He didn't tell where I was even if my friends had already called Angel and asked if they could find me.

"I can't stay here anymore, Wesley." I told him one night. It has been two weeks after I came to LA. "I don't want them to find me and drag me to Sunnydale again."

Wesley nodded. "I won't let them, Buffy. I give you my word."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.

"Because I want to." Wesley answered simply. "And besides, I owe you for all the things I've done while I was still your Watcher."

I smiled at him. "I've already forgiven you."

I stared at Wesley in disbelief. "I'm what?"

"You're going to Kansas," Wesley said firmly. He looked at me closely. "That's the only place I can send you to in short notice, I'm afraid."

"Where, exactly, in Kansas?" I asked him.

"Smallville," he replied.

"Why?"

"Because it's the only place Angel and your friends wouldn't think of finding you," Wesley replied.

I spent the next day buying all the things necessary for me to have. On the other hand, Wesley spent the day making arrangements for my stay in Smallville.

Wesley and I decided to have dinner together in the same restaurant he took me to the first time. He looked exhausted. "Everything's settled. I've already bought your ticket. You're leaving on Tuesday."

"I don't know how to thank you for all of this, Wesley."

"Buffy, you don't have to," he replied. "It's the least I could do to ease your pain."

I was about to say something else, when I sensed him. I stood up from my seat. "Angel's here." And sure enough, he entered the restaurant and saw Wesley. He didn't find me because I left with my food using the window in the ladies' room as my escape route.

A few hours later, Wesley went back to his apartment. "He thinks you're in LA."

"There's nothing new about that." I replied.

Wesley shook his head. "He has a feeling that you're nearby. He thinks I know something." He paced back and forth. "It took everything out of me to look him in the eye and lie."

"Did he believe you?" I asked.

Wesley nodded. "Yes, he did. I don't know how I managed, but I did." He looked at me. "We can't risk it, Buffy. You have to leave tonight. You can't stay here for another day."

"But how? My ticket is for Tuesday."

Wesley picked up the phone. "I'm calling the airport. You better pack your things."

An hour later, Wesley is driving me to the airport. He managed to have me in the last flight out of LA.

"Passengers of Flight 149 to Metropolis, please come to the gate."

Wesley looked at me. "As soon as you land in Metropolis, drive to Smallville or ask someone to take you there." He reached something out of his pocket. "Here's $500."

I stared at him. "I can't take this, Wesley."

Wesley shook his head. "Take it, Buffy. It would help you." He looked at me. "Take care of yourself."

I nodded. "I will." I took his hand. "Thanks for everything, Wesley."

"Don't mention it." He said. "It's the least I could do."

I hugged him. After a few seconds, I turned and walked into the gate leading to the plane.

"Buffy." I turned around. "You're going to be fine."

"I know." And with that, I walked into the plane, leaving everything that I care about behind.

As soon as Buffy's plane boarded, Wesley left the airport, knowing that Buffy would be safe.

At the other side of town, Angel found a girl whom he assumed was Buffy. And she was dead.

That night, a man cried for the life of another while a woman boarded a plane that would never come back to LA. It crashed right before it landed in Metropolis, Kansas.