The Forgotten Day
Rating: PG to PG-13. Sexual innuendo and... just trust me!
Written by: Me.... Gina!
Disclaimer: I DON'T own any of the BtVS characters or AtS characters. They're all in Joss's hands!
N/A: Obviously, this is a Buffy/Angel shipper. I'm working on the second chapter so look out for it! I welcome reviews, bad or good! However, flames shall be utterly ignored and most likely deleted... I'm entitled to my opinion and you yours. Express them in your own fic, thanks!
Chapter 1
"Do you want a gelato?" Willow's voice interrupted Buffy Summers's thoughts as she stared through her darkly tinted sunglasses at the suburban part of the Italian city she had so longed to visit ever since she was young.
"W-what?" She said blankly.
"A gelato. Gelaaato." Willow said happily, nodding towards the jolly looking man with a bushy moustache, holding an ice cream cone in his hand.
"Oh... No, I'm... I'm good."
"No? Okay." Willow turned back to the man. "Quattro gelatos." She said with a thick American accent.
"Quattro gelatos... Sî?" He asked to make sure if he knew her order correctly.
"Sî." Willow said, relieved her Italian got through properly.
The man immediately handed the ice cream cone he held to her.
"Grazi!" Another one came. "Oh..." Another one. "Eh..." Last one. "Buffy?" She whined, trying to balance four cones and a map with two hands.
"Huh?" Buffy burst out of her thinking bubble and looked at Willow again. "Oh, sorry." She pressed her straw hat down a bit more before taking two cones from Willow.
"Thanks." She said gratefully as they walked towards Dawn, Xander and Giles. They sat at the nearby fountain where young Italian children splashed around to rid themselves of the sticky sweat the sun demanded of them on this unbearably hot summer day. "Here you go! Bona fide Italian ice cream!" Willow chirped happily.
"Thanks!" Dawn cried as she wrenched the ice cream from Willows grasp and started licking like a polite barbarian. If there ever was such a thing.
"Here," Buffy said as she gave her two cones to Xander and Giles.
"Enjoying Rome, Buffy?" Giles asked as he savoured his vanilla gelato.
"It's beautiful." She said, sitting next to him. She squinted behind her sunglasses, even though most of the sunshine was dimmed. "Absolutely beautiful."
"You look a bit distracted." Giles said.
"Me? Nah... just enjoying the moment. Gotta love the Italian summers. Hot as an oven and we're all the cookies."
"Baking under the sun." He agreed and continued his ice cream, turning to Willow. "How much was this?"
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As Willow and Giles began their conversation, Buffy zoned out. Baking... Was she really? She had done a lot of baking – not in the literal sense – the past two months. Did she really feel like she was still? Her light white dress flickered slightly as a small, warm, summer breeze brushed past her legs. She smiled and looked down at the tiny waves the rim of her dress made, then looked up to see a couple not far away.
Both the woman and the man were dark-haired, obviously Italian. They laughed and kissed and smiled and had the time of their life. Buffy so longed to be where they were. She wanted to be held, to be kissed, to be cherished and that, until doomsday, she'd have someone by her side to love. She wanted Angel.
He can't offer you anything, the little voice inside her hummed in her mind. You'll die, he won't. It's always been like that and it always will be.
Has it always been like that? Another voice, not her own, interrupted. He wasn't always immortal.
No, her voice replied irritably, He was turned...
No, after that. The voice said. Remember?
"Remember what?" She said out loud to herself, then made an oops! face and glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone had heard her. Dawn and Xander were making jokes and Willow and Giles were going on about the history of Rome. She sighed and turned back around, mind gone blank.