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covers it.
Summary: see chp. #1.
Author's notes: 1. It's my first Buffy/Angel fic. Be kind. 2. Thanks to my reviewer: Queen Boadicea for the correction in the spelling of Xander. 3. Cordelia is half demon, and because of this her visions don't cause her much discomfort.
Timeline: From the beginning of last season (7) of Buffy to the middle of last season (3) of Angel.
Reviews: yes please.
Chapter #2- the Funeral
Los Angeles-
" Buffy's dead." Those are the two scariest words of the English language to me. Don't get me wrong, I knew she'd eventually die- she was the slayer and it was a hazard in her profession. But besides being the slayer she was also the love of my life, well okay my unlife. I don't remember much of that conversation with Willow that night, short of coming through the door and seeing her crying on the sofa. What I do remember though is this numbness filling my being. I held Willow as she cried and told me how it happened. I couldn't believe it: Buffy, my Buffy dead, she's my soul mate, my first true love. Then I began to go through the what ifs: What if. I'd been there? I could have fought by her side; I could have helped find another way to kill this Glory Bitch. I just can't help but feel that I would know, that some deep instinct would tell me if she were dead. Angel brooded.
" Knock, Knock Angel cakes, can I come in?" Lorne asked peering in from the half-open door.
" No, but you will anyway," Angel responded sarcastically
" Well, you'll be glad to know that your friend got home to Sunnydale safely. Any reason you didn't say good-bye to her?" Lorne asked him.
" Because, I'll see her at the funeral. And before you argue with me, I have to go, to see if it is in fact true, if she is dead." Angel stubbornly told Lorne.
" You're still holding out hope aren't you Angel cakes?" Lorne asked.
" I just have to see for myself, to see the proof that she's really dead." Angel responded.
" Wow, you really loved her, you're still in love with her. And don't try and deny it, I can see it in your aura." Lorne told him.
" I'm leaving tonight and I'm taking Cordy with me." Angel informed him, ignoring the other half of the statement.
" Knock, knock, I thought I heard my name being mentioned." A somewhat perky Cordelia Chase spoke up from the doorway.
" Does no one respect privacy anymore..." Angel muttered to himself. Louder he said: Would you come with me to Buffy's funeral?
" Oohhhhh, for all my months of service to you, all I get is a trip back to the hellmouth. Other people go to the Caribbean, or even Vegas, while we go to Sunnyhell. Cordielia said sarcastically.
" I guess I forgot to mention that this wasn't a request," Angel told his seer pointedly
" Just let me get packed then," Cordelia said turning to leave.
" Be downstairs in a half hour," Angel instructed her.
" Yes Sir," Cordy told her boss making him a mock salute before walking away.
" Would you do me a favour and make sure Connor doesn't get himself into any trouble while we're gone?" Angel asked Lorne.
" Of course, I was going to keep my eye on him anyway." Lorne answered.
A half hour later in the lobby:
" I'll be back in a few days. In the meantime, make sure Connor doesn't cause any trouble when I'm gone." Angel told the assembled faces of Lorne, Fred, and Gunn.
" Everything will be fine, we'll be fine." Fred told Angel, a note of assurance creeping into her voice.
" We're all set Angel." Cordy said, eager to get this latest journey over with. Angel said his goodbyes then and followed her out to the car. They were both quiet each involved with they're own thoughts.
" You're brooding again aren't you? " Cordy accused, before continuing: " Look Angel, she's dead, gone. No one is going to bring her back. You have to accept it."
" I know. At the same time Cordy, she and I were soul mates, and I just can't help but feel- I mean I would know if she was really dead. I would feel it in my soul. This just doesn't feel real." Angel said. They got to Sunnydale early the next morning, and pulled up in front of the Summers' home.
" We should have gone to a hotel first," Cordy told Angel groggily.
" I know, but I figured we should get this part over with, and tell them that we're here. Less of a surprise that way." Angel reasoned, as they trudged up the driveway. He rang the doorbell, and Willow opened the door.
" Angel, I'm so glad you came", she told him as she hugged him.
" ahem, don't forget I came too." Cordy said from behind Angel.
" Oh, hey Cordy, glad you could come. Come on into the house. Willow said straightening and motioning them to come in.
" Well if it isn't the fancy boy himself," Spike greeted Angel
" Spike I'm really not in the mood. How about a truce between us for Buffy's sake?" Angel responded.
" Fine, I will, for Buffy's sake." Spike said holding out his hand in a symbol of truce. Angel accepted, and the two made a handshake.
" Well I had better get going, there is lots to do before the funeral tomorrow." Willow told them, pausing in the stairway: " Um, both you and Cordy are welcome to stay here until then," Willow told them.
On the day of the funeral, the group set out then, to the gravesite, right beside Buffy's mom. A memorial service would follow at a later date. A minister at a local church presided over the burial.
" Would anyone care to step forward and say a few words?" The minister asked the assembled group.
Angel stepped forward and said: " Buffy and I loved each other greatly. But we broke up, I had to leave town for business. Although I left, I never, for a moment stopped loving her. I don't think I ever will." He finished, and took his seat next to Cordy.
"Psst, I thought what you said was very sweet. and I think I'm about to have a vision." Cordy whispered.
" What is it you see?" Angel asked, his face showing concern.
" Um, it can wait until later, I feel a little uncomfortable telling you here, and now. " Cordy answered him. The rest of the service passed uneventfully, each person telling their memories of Buffy, and what she meant to them. The gang left quietly after the service, and went back to the house.
Um, Cordy would you come back with me in my car, there's something we need to discuss." Angel said.
" Yes, I was planning on it." Cordy answered following him to the car. They got into the car.
" So what was in your vision?" Angel asked, wasting no time.
" Would you drive please, just a little further away from here," she answered and was silent for a few minutes.
Finally she told him the vision.
" It started with a blond, she was struggling against bonds of some sort, freed herself. Then she fought her captives. Once outside the building she began running. She ran until she reached the Hyperion. Fred opened the door." Cordy paused to take a deep breath and carefully consider her next words.
" So what you're telling me is that a blond fought her way out of captivity and has sought our help?" Angel asked.
" Um, I didn't tell you the end of it." Cordy responded hesitantly.
" Continue," Angel responded.
" I caught a glimpse of the blond's face. Angel, it looked exactly like Buffy." She told him.
T.B.C.
So, what will Angel say to that? What will the Scooby gang think of this? Is it Buffy?
To find the answers to these questions and many more all you need to do is review.
Cya, Angel's babe.
Summary: see chp. #1.
Author's notes: 1. It's my first Buffy/Angel fic. Be kind. 2. Thanks to my reviewer: Queen Boadicea for the correction in the spelling of Xander. 3. Cordelia is half demon, and because of this her visions don't cause her much discomfort.
Timeline: From the beginning of last season (7) of Buffy to the middle of last season (3) of Angel.
Reviews: yes please.
Chapter #2- the Funeral
Los Angeles-
" Buffy's dead." Those are the two scariest words of the English language to me. Don't get me wrong, I knew she'd eventually die- she was the slayer and it was a hazard in her profession. But besides being the slayer she was also the love of my life, well okay my unlife. I don't remember much of that conversation with Willow that night, short of coming through the door and seeing her crying on the sofa. What I do remember though is this numbness filling my being. I held Willow as she cried and told me how it happened. I couldn't believe it: Buffy, my Buffy dead, she's my soul mate, my first true love. Then I began to go through the what ifs: What if. I'd been there? I could have fought by her side; I could have helped find another way to kill this Glory Bitch. I just can't help but feel that I would know, that some deep instinct would tell me if she were dead. Angel brooded.
" Knock, Knock Angel cakes, can I come in?" Lorne asked peering in from the half-open door.
" No, but you will anyway," Angel responded sarcastically
" Well, you'll be glad to know that your friend got home to Sunnydale safely. Any reason you didn't say good-bye to her?" Lorne asked him.
" Because, I'll see her at the funeral. And before you argue with me, I have to go, to see if it is in fact true, if she is dead." Angel stubbornly told Lorne.
" You're still holding out hope aren't you Angel cakes?" Lorne asked.
" I just have to see for myself, to see the proof that she's really dead." Angel responded.
" Wow, you really loved her, you're still in love with her. And don't try and deny it, I can see it in your aura." Lorne told him.
" I'm leaving tonight and I'm taking Cordy with me." Angel informed him, ignoring the other half of the statement.
" Knock, knock, I thought I heard my name being mentioned." A somewhat perky Cordelia Chase spoke up from the doorway.
" Does no one respect privacy anymore..." Angel muttered to himself. Louder he said: Would you come with me to Buffy's funeral?
" Oohhhhh, for all my months of service to you, all I get is a trip back to the hellmouth. Other people go to the Caribbean, or even Vegas, while we go to Sunnyhell. Cordielia said sarcastically.
" I guess I forgot to mention that this wasn't a request," Angel told his seer pointedly
" Just let me get packed then," Cordelia said turning to leave.
" Be downstairs in a half hour," Angel instructed her.
" Yes Sir," Cordy told her boss making him a mock salute before walking away.
" Would you do me a favour and make sure Connor doesn't get himself into any trouble while we're gone?" Angel asked Lorne.
" Of course, I was going to keep my eye on him anyway." Lorne answered.
A half hour later in the lobby:
" I'll be back in a few days. In the meantime, make sure Connor doesn't cause any trouble when I'm gone." Angel told the assembled faces of Lorne, Fred, and Gunn.
" Everything will be fine, we'll be fine." Fred told Angel, a note of assurance creeping into her voice.
" We're all set Angel." Cordy said, eager to get this latest journey over with. Angel said his goodbyes then and followed her out to the car. They were both quiet each involved with they're own thoughts.
" You're brooding again aren't you? " Cordy accused, before continuing: " Look Angel, she's dead, gone. No one is going to bring her back. You have to accept it."
" I know. At the same time Cordy, she and I were soul mates, and I just can't help but feel- I mean I would know if she was really dead. I would feel it in my soul. This just doesn't feel real." Angel said. They got to Sunnydale early the next morning, and pulled up in front of the Summers' home.
" We should have gone to a hotel first," Cordy told Angel groggily.
" I know, but I figured we should get this part over with, and tell them that we're here. Less of a surprise that way." Angel reasoned, as they trudged up the driveway. He rang the doorbell, and Willow opened the door.
" Angel, I'm so glad you came", she told him as she hugged him.
" ahem, don't forget I came too." Cordy said from behind Angel.
" Oh, hey Cordy, glad you could come. Come on into the house. Willow said straightening and motioning them to come in.
" Well if it isn't the fancy boy himself," Spike greeted Angel
" Spike I'm really not in the mood. How about a truce between us for Buffy's sake?" Angel responded.
" Fine, I will, for Buffy's sake." Spike said holding out his hand in a symbol of truce. Angel accepted, and the two made a handshake.
" Well I had better get going, there is lots to do before the funeral tomorrow." Willow told them, pausing in the stairway: " Um, both you and Cordy are welcome to stay here until then," Willow told them.
On the day of the funeral, the group set out then, to the gravesite, right beside Buffy's mom. A memorial service would follow at a later date. A minister at a local church presided over the burial.
" Would anyone care to step forward and say a few words?" The minister asked the assembled group.
Angel stepped forward and said: " Buffy and I loved each other greatly. But we broke up, I had to leave town for business. Although I left, I never, for a moment stopped loving her. I don't think I ever will." He finished, and took his seat next to Cordy.
"Psst, I thought what you said was very sweet. and I think I'm about to have a vision." Cordy whispered.
" What is it you see?" Angel asked, his face showing concern.
" Um, it can wait until later, I feel a little uncomfortable telling you here, and now. " Cordy answered him. The rest of the service passed uneventfully, each person telling their memories of Buffy, and what she meant to them. The gang left quietly after the service, and went back to the house.
Um, Cordy would you come back with me in my car, there's something we need to discuss." Angel said.
" Yes, I was planning on it." Cordy answered following him to the car. They got into the car.
" So what was in your vision?" Angel asked, wasting no time.
" Would you drive please, just a little further away from here," she answered and was silent for a few minutes.
Finally she told him the vision.
" It started with a blond, she was struggling against bonds of some sort, freed herself. Then she fought her captives. Once outside the building she began running. She ran until she reached the Hyperion. Fred opened the door." Cordy paused to take a deep breath and carefully consider her next words.
" So what you're telling me is that a blond fought her way out of captivity and has sought our help?" Angel asked.
" Um, I didn't tell you the end of it." Cordy responded hesitantly.
" Continue," Angel responded.
" I caught a glimpse of the blond's face. Angel, it looked exactly like Buffy." She told him.
T.B.C.
So, what will Angel say to that? What will the Scooby gang think of this? Is it Buffy?
To find the answers to these questions and many more all you need to do is review.
Cya, Angel's babe.