Summary: A ghost from Angel's past as Liam prevents him from losing his soul.
Shipper: B/A.
Rewritten Episode: 'Surprise'/ 'Innocence'.
Author's Notes: Second on my rewrite series.
Rewriting The Love-Story, by BabyBella
2 – A Surprise For Angel
The vampire previously known as Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, now answering for Angel, muttered some curses in Gaelic. The Judge's arm, Spike's minions' attack and the invading-Drusilla's-party plan ruined the perfect, quiet evening that he and her friends had planned. Now, Angel and his eternal love were all wet, and his wacky children had an almost non-destroyable demon.
Buffy was shivering, and her boyfriend ran his hands up and down her arms to warm her up.
"You're shaking like a leaf", he whispered softly.
"C-Cold", she stuttered.
"Let me get you something", he said, got some things from his armoire and handed them to her. "Put these on. Get under the covers, just to warm up". Buffy and Angel walked over to his bed, and she sat down, giving Angel a pointed look and, embarrassed, he turned away to give her privacy.
"Sorry", he added politely. Buffy took off her top shirt, winced and inhaled in pain. "What?" He asked.
"Oh, um… It's okay", she replied rapidly. "I just have a cut or something", she explained.
"Can I…" Angel hesitated. "Lemme see", he added after a pause. Buffy thought about it for a while and said in a whisper, "Okay".
Quickly the slayer covered her upper body with her previously discarded beige sweater. Angel turned around, sat down next to her and ran his long, graceful fingers close to her bra's strap.
"It's already closed", he whispered. His voice was shaking. "You're fine".
Buffy leaned back into him and cuddled her face to his. He put his arms around her.
"You almost went away today", she whispered.
"We both did".
She sobbed a little.
"Angel…" Buffy sniffled. "I feel like I lost you…" She sniffled again. "You're right, though. We can't be sure of anything".
"Shhh. I…" He paused hesitantly. Buffy turned around to look at him, and her trusting eyes gave Angel courage.
"You what?"
"I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop".
Buffy started to cry.
"Me, me, too. I can't either", she replied. Their lips met on a sweet kiss that quickly grew passionate. After a moment, Angel tried to regain control, breaking the lip lock.
"Buffy, maybe we shouldn't…" He began, but his beloved interrupted him, putting a finger on his lips.
"Don't", she whispered. "Just… Kiss me".
He obeyed. They fell on the bed, their limbs entangled. Buffy ripped his blue shirt open, while Angel fumbled with her bra, suddenly tearing it from her body. A white light filled the room and, caught by surprise, the two soon-to-be lovers looked up.
There was a little girl in the middle of the bedroom. She was dressed in an antique fading pink dress made of silk; her hair, long and black, reached her waist; her eyes, dark-blue, filled with relief when she saw Angel.
"Liam!" She shrieked happily. Next to Buffy, Angel stiffened and widened his eyes. He got up clumsily, falling on his knees in front of her.
"Katie", he whispered, caressing her cheek with his index finger.
"Ya look fine", the little girl said, climbing on his lap. Tears filled Buffy's eyes, and she could easily picture him with a child in his arms. Okay, he would never have a baby, but it didn't hurt to fantasize.
"Ya too, darlin'", he said, the Irish accent naturally creeping into his voice. Katie looked curiously at the tearful slayer sitting on the bed.
"And she is…?" Katie questioned him.
"Oh, sorry, lass. This is Buffy, my girlfriend".
"Buffy? It is… Strange", Katie giggled. Angel chuckled.
"It's short for Elizabeth. Her name is Elizabeth Anne Summers", he explained. Katie peered at him suspiciously.
"She is not one of those bad lasses Da said you liked, is she?"
Angel smirked as he showed his left hand to her, and Katie shrieked happily one more time, making Angel chuckle.
"You are MARRIED!" She squeaked. Suddenly she looked up to the ceiling and spoke exasperatedly. "Fine, fine!" She smiled sheepishly to Angel. "I do not have much time left. Well, don't have your nuptial night now, Liam. Go see Janna of Kalderash".
"Janna?" Angel asked confused. "I do not know any Janna", he replied. Katie looked at Buffy, who was looking at her and Angel silently.
"You call her Jenny", she told her the slayer, who widened her eyes.
"Jenny? What does Jenny know about Angel?" The slayer asked aloud.
"She knows about Angel's curse", Katie explained gently, as she started to vanish in thin air. "Be happy, Liam. Goodbye".
"Goodbye, Katie", he whispered.
Then, as suddenly as she appeared, Katie disappeared. Angel got up and lay down next to Buffy, who silently hugged him and caressed his hair. Tears were running down his cheeks as he started to speak – his voice was laced with emotion.
"Katie – Kathryn – was my baby sister. I was eighteen, almost nineteen, when she was born. She stole my heart the first moment I caught sight of her. She was so fragile, so helpless. I protected her, every time. Angelus…" He choked. "Angelus killed her when she was asleep".
"She was beautiful, Angel. Angel-like", there was a pause. "What did she mean when she said you were married?"
Angel grinned.
"Well, you see… In Galway, the ring I gave you is a wedding band".
Buffy looked at the ring in amazement.
"You mean you're my husband?" When he nodded, she squealed. "Oh, Jesus, Angel! I love you, Mr. Angel".
"I love you too, Mrs. Angel".
THE END
Next Time In 'Rewriting The Love Story': 3 – Love Wins: Joyce lets her secret slip. Rewrite to 'The Prom'.
