Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of A.t.S. or B.t.v.S. I simply do not at all or in any way own anything in this...
I thought it had been forever since I added a new chapter so I decided hey, ill do a quick third chapter. Anyways, please review. And tell me what the pairing should be, if t-f/w or t-f/a or other couples.
On with the fic...
Which Calling?
Tru tried to move her mouth for a moment and thought the situation over in her head. There wasn't any real reason to be so, mortified by the visit, she had simply wished too completely forget about her former life. Even with this conclusion fresh in her mind, ending her temporary paralysis seemed awfully hard.
"Well Tru, aren't you going to introduce me?" Lindsay had spent several seconds sizing them up and making permanent mental images. Tru broke her stare at Angel and looked at Lindsay standing awkwardly feeling Angels lingering watch. Tru looked at Angel quickly then at Spike and watched him rock back and forth on his heels and raise his eye brows and all she could get out was a...
"Uh." Spike had beaten Tru to the punch.
"Names Spike and that there's Angel." He nodded curtly finishing. Lindsay automatically held out her hand for the blond man to shake and after she held it out to Angel. The look in her eyes was simply predator like. This was when Tru was snapped out of her frozen position and placed herself between Angel and Lindsay smiling slightly.
"How bout I call you later?" Tru asked and gripped the door handle. She had seen the look in her best friends eyes and this was one of the times she considered Angel her territory and had to go on the defense. Lindsay was caught off guard and blinked then nodded slowly then quicker as Tru held open the door.
"Oh," she strolled out threw the door and stopped to say something to the vampires, but Tru had already closed the door on her. Tru automatically regretted doing that. She leaned against the door and let out a breath only to remember the blond and brunet vampires in front of her. Taking a glance at the glasses of milk and juice she had unconsciously placed on the counter, she tangled a hand in her hair. Noticing that neither Angel nor Spike had spoken a word besides the introduction, she watched Angel cross his arms and Spike pick up a photo.
"So." Angel started. Tru frowned.
"Get out." Angel stood confused and hurt that she didn't want to talk or to see him.
"But Faith," his brows knit together and he took a step closer.
"I said..."
"We heard you love," stated spike evenly "at least I did." He rolled his eyes and walked past Angel and gave Tru a light push on the side of her shoulder that made her move away from the door instantly. He opened it and glanced at Angels pain stricken face and sighed loudly. "Lets get a move on will we poof!" When Angel didn't move he shook his head and walked off.
"Faith."
"It's Tru."
"But Faith..."
Tru ran a frustrated tense hand down her face and exhaled deeply.
"Get out Angel, just go." She pleaded and felt relived when he slowly but surely moved towards the door. He paused halfway out.
"I'm not leaving." With that said he disappeared down the hallway and was gone.
Tru let out the breath she had been holding and sank to the floor after closing the door, she didn't even want to know how he found out where she lived or why he was here. A while past as she sat on the floor with her face in her hands. She looked up and glanced at the clock waiting for her eyes to focus. It was 9 PM. She stood up and realized she was shaking. Standing and grabbing her keys and coat, she walked out of the apartment. Maybe some alone time sitting at the diner would be good.
Angel sat in one of the hotel chairs starring at the wall. Wesley sipped from a foam cup and leaned against the doorframe leading to the bedroom and watched him wile Spike brushed past him and walked to the door looking back at Wesley. He guessed Angel wouldn't be showing any real signs of living anytime soon.
"Come along profiteer." Wesley wordlessly knew what Spike wanted to do. He set his cup on a nearby coffee table and followed him out the door.
Tru walked into the apartment meaning to slam the door but instead it glided slowly until it clicked. Wile kicking off her shoes and roughly pulling off her coat, the keys chimed hitting the floor. Sauntering into the bedroom, she tried to moan but didn't manage one when she noticed someone's dark shadowed figure sitting on the foot of her bed. Angel.
"It's been a wile." She was wrong, it was the one and only rugged looking watcher. There was a less pleading and demanding air about him then Angel wile she went to turn on the dim bedside lamp.
"Really has,"
She saw him turn and look at her. Half his face was shadowed from the darkness and dim light. He smiled. "I'm guessing your not here just to talk and have a movie night." She joked and watched him stand up and walk to the side of the bed sitting down looking up at her with his hands resting on his knees.
"Actually, I am." He glanced to the side then back up at her and tensed when she sat next to him, rather close. "Perhaps not the movie, but somewhere around there." She nodded and felt to exhausted to kick him out or resist talking. She leaned her head on his shoulder and snaked her arms around his torso not exactly knowing what she was doing but right now she didn't care.
"How did ya get in?" Wesley looked down at his slayer who had her eyes closed and put a arm around her and just stared off.
"Spike." He remembered the slightly broken window of her apartment and smiled weakly.
"Isn't he supposed to be..." her breathing relaxed when Wesley cut her off.
"He's supposed to be." His voice grew quieter till he realized that the brunet slayer had drifted to sleep. He wondered what it would be like if he had the chance to be her watcher and start anew, pretending that he was just a normal watcher who worked skillfully with his slayer.
hey, there went the third chapter. How did you like it? Did it go to fast? I think it did. I decided against putting anymore of the 'last time's mostly cuz I AM lazy. Anyway, Please R&R!
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