N/A: To the person who asked me to not make this into a Spuffy fic - I don't plan on doing that. I had to add SOME Buffy/Spike chemistry, because if I didn't... it wouldn't be realistic. Sorry you had to deal with that! I don't enjoy writing Spuffy things any more than you guys like reading it! But it has to be done, please understand!
Oh, and I'm sorry the chapters are so short! The story's so on demand and I only have so much time... Thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed! 30 smackers! Keep checking back!
Chapter 5
"So you just came with no baggage, huh?" Angel asked as they walked down the streets of L.A., glancing up at the night sky.
"No... funny as it sounds, the thought slipped my mind. I just wanted to get here ASAP."
"Well there are some nice shops here."
"I know." She grinned, looking up at the neon signs and designer stores. "Lived here when I was 16, remember? The Gucci line here was like my second home."
"How was your trip back?"
"Not too bad. A greasy man with stinky breath slept and leaned his head on my shoulder! Let's just say I got so spiffed, I helped him find a way to sleep for a real long time!" He looked at her. "I think my jokes are better left in the cemetary."
"No comment." He grinned.
"Hey! You could at least try to hide that smirk!"
He immediately wiped it off and looked at her seriously.
"...O-kay, we have to draw the line somewhere too." Buffy said, faltering under his gaze.
"Sorry." He said, breaking into a goofy grin.
"Can we go in here?" Buffy asked, looking up at a store.
"Sure."
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"Look at this!" Buffy shrieked from behind a rack, her smiling head popped up as she came out, hiding something behind her back.
"What?" Angel asked, looking a bit bored. Shopping really wasn't his thing.
She whipped out a mens royal blue shirt and held it in front of her, showing him. "Wouldn't it look great?"
"It's not really your size." Angel said.
"Har har." Buffy said mockingly, then tossed it to him. He caught it. "Blue's really your colour."
He grimaced. "Ahhh.... I don't think so."
"Come on." She wheedled, making a face. "Just try it on."
"Right now?" He asked, looking around, stunned.
"Why not? Nobody's looking!"
He sighed and stood up, taking his jacket off, then his shirt. The minute the black shirt rose over his head, a stampede of flashes came flooding into her mind. Her eyes closed, then shot open, frozen, not blinking, as each memory came shooting through her mind. Each one only lasted half a second, but the very last part remained imprinted.
FLASH: Buffy, crying in Angel's arms as time quickly began running out. The clock's ticks grew louder and louder with each second as she held on as tightly as she could, not wanting to let him go. "Everything we did..." She looked at him with a hint of hope.
"It never happened."
"It did!" She gulped, desperately clinging to him. "It did! I know it did!" He stayed silent, a string of tears running down his cheek. She looked down, all hope gone.
Buffy gasped, blinking so hard thatsome tears escaped her dry eyes. Her mouth opened into a small O as she looked at Angel putting the shirt on.
"There, it doesn't look that—" He turned his head to look at her when he stopped. "Buffy?"
"Angel," She said breathlessly as she collapsed onto the ground, eyes still wide and mouth still open with shock. She looked up at him. "I remember."