It took a moment for the panic inside to subside as she realized she was in
her room. She heard the door swing open and Angel quickly walked in.
"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly looking her over as if looking for some horrific injury. "I heard you scream." He said walking closer.
"Yeah, I'm fine I just had a bad dream that's all."
"You sure you're okay?" he asked again. By this point he was close enough to touch her.
"Yeah, Angel. Just go back to bed." She said putting her head back on her pillow. Angel starred at her for a moment then left. She let out a sigh. He got way to jumpy sometimes. She wanted to be by herself anyway. Just some alone time to think. After a few moments her mind began to linger back to the opera she had seen earlier. It had been fun. No doubt about that. She liked spending time with Angel. She smiled. He was her best friend. Her only friend she corrected in her mind. Yeah neither Wesley or Cordelia were just going to let her starve to death in a pit somewhere but to them she may has well been some dark secret they didn't want anyone to know about. Don't look at, don't touch, don't talk to, don't talk about, and the best thing was to just ignore it and maybe it will go away. Angel was the only one she could really ever talk to, she got angry at herself when she pushed him away. She just wasn't an 'I like to build meaningful relationships' type. She loved to get noticed, she loved to get attention, but getting close to someone was not something she had ever had any real experience with. Angel, she guessed, was the only true friend he had ever had. That was special. At least she thought so. Especially with all she had tried to do to him and their rocky start. There was just something in the way he looked at her that made her feel....unique. Like she couldn't do anything wrong. At times to her they almost felt like more then friends. But that was ridiculous. They were friends. Close friends, but JUST friends.
Angel walked back to his room, sat in his arm chair and picked up the book he had been reading before Faiths scream. If his heart was could beat he would have had a heart attack. But she was okay. At least he thought she was okay. She really didn't seem to want to talk about it. But then what was there to talk about? She had a bad dream, that was all. Still he wish he could have stayed. Talked to her make sure she was alright. He felt guilty about it, and wished he hadn't thought of it but he almost wished that something HAD been wrong. Nothing bad! If she was hurt in anyway he'd never be able to forgive himself. But he LOVED being her protector. Faith could look after herself, he knew that well enough, but he loved it when she needed him because.....then she actually needed him. Faith. You could drop her in the middle of a desert and she would be fine. She never really needed anyone, he just wished that she needed him. At least she didn't need Torry. He HATED that name, it was crazy. He wanted to be the one closest to Faith not second. Everything about that guy rubbed him the wrong way. How the HELL did he even find out Faith was a slayer anyway? Who could he possibly know, that would know that and tell him? It's wasn't like it was popular information. He still couldn't understand why Faith had trusted him to begin with.
Faith sat in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate. She hadn't been able to get back to sleep. She kept seeing herself fall. She had thought of killing herself many times. She had tried to get Angel to kill. At one time there wasn't any way of dieing that frightened her, except one. There was always that memory of Buffy, when she stabbed her. She had jumped off that building so she couldn't use her blood to save Angel. She still remembered falling. Just falling. It was terrifying. Being able to feel your going to die, falling so quickly but not fast enough to get those thoughts out of your head. But then she had gotten what she deserved, or maybe she hadn't, maybe that hadn't been enough. Buffy. She'd found out that she was living her a week ago. She had called Angel and the two of them spent at least two hours yelling at each other over the phone. Angel finally just hung up on her. She had gone over to him to try to talk to him about it but he didn't want to. Who could blame him? It was her fault that the only woman he ever loved wasn't talking to him. She wondered if they had patched things up. She almost hoped they hadn't. She enjoyed being so close to Angel, always knowing that he went to her first to talk about anything. If he and Buffy got close again, that just wouldn't be true anymore. But what could she do about it? She let out a sigh. It was pointless.
"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly looking her over as if looking for some horrific injury. "I heard you scream." He said walking closer.
"Yeah, I'm fine I just had a bad dream that's all."
"You sure you're okay?" he asked again. By this point he was close enough to touch her.
"Yeah, Angel. Just go back to bed." She said putting her head back on her pillow. Angel starred at her for a moment then left. She let out a sigh. He got way to jumpy sometimes. She wanted to be by herself anyway. Just some alone time to think. After a few moments her mind began to linger back to the opera she had seen earlier. It had been fun. No doubt about that. She liked spending time with Angel. She smiled. He was her best friend. Her only friend she corrected in her mind. Yeah neither Wesley or Cordelia were just going to let her starve to death in a pit somewhere but to them she may has well been some dark secret they didn't want anyone to know about. Don't look at, don't touch, don't talk to, don't talk about, and the best thing was to just ignore it and maybe it will go away. Angel was the only one she could really ever talk to, she got angry at herself when she pushed him away. She just wasn't an 'I like to build meaningful relationships' type. She loved to get noticed, she loved to get attention, but getting close to someone was not something she had ever had any real experience with. Angel, she guessed, was the only true friend he had ever had. That was special. At least she thought so. Especially with all she had tried to do to him and their rocky start. There was just something in the way he looked at her that made her feel....unique. Like she couldn't do anything wrong. At times to her they almost felt like more then friends. But that was ridiculous. They were friends. Close friends, but JUST friends.
Angel walked back to his room, sat in his arm chair and picked up the book he had been reading before Faiths scream. If his heart was could beat he would have had a heart attack. But she was okay. At least he thought she was okay. She really didn't seem to want to talk about it. But then what was there to talk about? She had a bad dream, that was all. Still he wish he could have stayed. Talked to her make sure she was alright. He felt guilty about it, and wished he hadn't thought of it but he almost wished that something HAD been wrong. Nothing bad! If she was hurt in anyway he'd never be able to forgive himself. But he LOVED being her protector. Faith could look after herself, he knew that well enough, but he loved it when she needed him because.....then she actually needed him. Faith. You could drop her in the middle of a desert and she would be fine. She never really needed anyone, he just wished that she needed him. At least she didn't need Torry. He HATED that name, it was crazy. He wanted to be the one closest to Faith not second. Everything about that guy rubbed him the wrong way. How the HELL did he even find out Faith was a slayer anyway? Who could he possibly know, that would know that and tell him? It's wasn't like it was popular information. He still couldn't understand why Faith had trusted him to begin with.
Faith sat in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate. She hadn't been able to get back to sleep. She kept seeing herself fall. She had thought of killing herself many times. She had tried to get Angel to kill. At one time there wasn't any way of dieing that frightened her, except one. There was always that memory of Buffy, when she stabbed her. She had jumped off that building so she couldn't use her blood to save Angel. She still remembered falling. Just falling. It was terrifying. Being able to feel your going to die, falling so quickly but not fast enough to get those thoughts out of your head. But then she had gotten what she deserved, or maybe she hadn't, maybe that hadn't been enough. Buffy. She'd found out that she was living her a week ago. She had called Angel and the two of them spent at least two hours yelling at each other over the phone. Angel finally just hung up on her. She had gone over to him to try to talk to him about it but he didn't want to. Who could blame him? It was her fault that the only woman he ever loved wasn't talking to him. She wondered if they had patched things up. She almost hoped they hadn't. She enjoyed being so close to Angel, always knowing that he went to her first to talk about anything. If he and Buffy got close again, that just wouldn't be true anymore. But what could she do about it? She let out a sigh. It was pointless.
