Disclaimer: Not mine, their Joss,' but man I wish they were (especially
Spike).
Summary: see Chapter #1
Author's notes: 1. It's my first Buffy/Angel fic, be kind. 2. Cordelia is half-demon 3. C.O.S= Change of scenery
Timeline: see Chapter #1
Chapter #3: Could it be?
Angel stared at the road straight ahead, and was silent for a brief period.
"Buffy isn't alive Cordelia," Angel told his seer coldly.
"She is, I've seen it with my own eyes Angel." Cordelia responded.
" She isn't alive Cordelia." Angel told her, his voice rising. They arrived at the Summers' home then. Angel opened the car door and stalked toward the house.
" ANGEL, LISTEN TO ME, YOU ARE IN DENIAL." Cordy yelled to get his attention before continuing: " I know it's tearing you up inside, you've just seen her buried, and it hurt, and now there's the smallest bit of hope that she isn't dead, and you can't let yourself believe it.
" You have no idea, absolutely no idea how badly it tortured me to watch what happened back there. And the only way I have gotten through this is by not allowing myself to hope that this all hasn't been a ruse by some demon to grab my attention. So I am not in denial, I am merely accepting the facts that Buffy is dead, she isn't coming back this time, and that no amount of visions, or hope can change that." Angel finished coldly.
" You've- you've never questioned my visions before," Cordy stuttered quietly.
" You've never been wrong before." Angel stated flatly before opening the door.
" Wrong, about what?" Spike asked walking towards the living room
" Look Spike I can't deal with you today." Angel told his childe, as he turned and walked off leaving him with Cordelia.
" How much have you heard Spike?" asked Cordelia calmly.
" Enough to tell you not to doubt yourself, when Dru and I were together she had visions too, and hers were bang on, just like yours. Trust your instincts Cordelia, they're never wrong." Spike assured her.
'Boy I must have a few screws loose besides this demon thing, cause I'm getting the feeling that I can actually trust Spike.'
" Um Spike, as you have had prior experience with visions- those of other people I mean, how would you like to try interpreting them.
"What seems to be the problem pet?" asked Spike.
" Well, first of all I'm nobody's pet, and secondly I've recently had this vision of this blonde girl, she fights to break free of her bonds, then starts running. She shows up at a hotel called: the Hyperion- where Angel has his business. Anyway, I can barely see the facial features, but call me crazy but I think that it's Buffy. Cordy told him.
" You mean, she could be alive, but we just buried her. Cordy, this is impossible." Spike replied.
" I assure you Spike, if I've learned anything while working with Angel it's that nothing's impossible it doesn't matter though because Angel doesn't believe me." Cordy said, casting her glance to the ground.
" It's going to be Okay Cordy believe me, it will." Spike attempted to assure her. He left her then in search of Angel. He found him in the basement.
" Okay Nancy-boy the truce is over. Now it's time for the real fun to begin." Spike told his sire as he vamped out and punched Angel. 'Damn that chip' Spike thought to himself as he felt the faint shock that went through his entire body. Angel blocked it with one of his hands while landing another punch to Spike's face.
" I am soo not in the mood for this Spike." Angel told Spike, as he continued landing the punches to his torso.
" Well I guess you're going to have be in the mood Angel. You made her cry, you know that, you made her cry, and break up inside, and left us to help her pick up the pieces. When you left she was a mess, it took her a long time to get over you Nancy-boy, that's even if she has gotten over you." Spike burst out.
Angel stopped as he was about to throw Spike across the room and stood there holding him by his collar: " I had to leave, I owed her that much, I loved her that much. She deserved a chance at a real life; one where she could have children, and be with someone, in the way she couldn't with me. Now tell me something Spike, have you ever loved someone that way, that you would do anything, even if it would hurt you to make a woman happy?"
" I do, I love her that way." Spike said, as he punched Angel in the chest. Angel proceeded to fling him across the room. He landed with a thud.
" OK, I've seen enough, break it up you two." Willow told the duo from the doorway.
" I won't break it up until Nancy-boy here, admits to what he knows." Spike replied.
" Which is what, exactly?" Willow asked. " That Buffy is dead, and will stay dead this time." Angel cut Spike off.
Willow turned and went back upstairs to where the rest of Scooby Gang were waiting.
Zander looks up from his conversation with Dawn: " They were fighting weren't they?"
"They're Spike, and Angel, when they get together, they always fight." Willow returned.
" Alright, whoever said that their truce would last more than a day, pay up." Zander said turning to the rest of group.
C.O.S: Los Angeles It was a quiet night, in Los Angeles; they all had been quiet since Angel left.
" So what do you want to do tonight, I'm thinking the movies- large tub of popcorn, and candy, and then maybe after the movies dinner." Fred looked at Gunn with adoring eyes.
"After all that food, you want dinner?" Gunn asked her incredulously then continued: wait, I forgot who I was talking to for a moment," as he grinned at her.
"I'll go and grab the newspaper to see what's playing." Fred told him as she left the room. Just then the door opens, and in rushes a frantic woman, a blond with brown haunted eyes. She was breathless, from running, a tear in the skirt of her calf-length black dress. She had scratches on her legs, and bruises blossoming on her arms. It appeared she was in some kind of struggle.
"Help me, please help me," she whimpered as she sunk to the couch in the lobby.
" I will, but your going to have to tell me what exactly I need to help you with," Gunn calmly told her.
"I was kidnapped, I fought my way out, I began running, and my instincts told me to come here, although I don't know why." She told Gunn beginning to calm down.
Suddenly Fred froze in her tracks by the front desk. She said in a tremulous voice: Charles, I need to talk to you for a moment, it's urgent.
"I'll be right back, please don't leave." Gunn told the woman and followed Fred back to the office.
" I'll be brief, I believe that the woman in the lobby right now is Buffy." Fred told him.
" That would be possible, but Buffy's dead, remember, Angel and Cordy went to her funeral, on the other hand she does look strangely familiar." Gunn began.
"Would please call her Buffy once, just to prove me wrong," Fred asked Gunn.
"Oh, alright, just prove you wrong." Gunn said. He led the way back into the lobby, and walked over to where the girl was and sat down beside her.
"I'm afraid we haven't been formally introduced: "I'm Charles Gunn- but most of my friends call me Gunn, and this is Fred," Gunn motioned toward Fred.
" Now we would like to know what your name is." Fred added.
" My name is, is is. Oh I can't remember what my name is." The girl panicked.
" That's Okay, we'll call you Buffy." Fred calmly told the girl.
"N-N-No, don't call me that, DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!" The girl screamed as she began to whimper again.
" If you don't want to be called Buffy, then what do you want to be called?"
"J-J-Joyce, Joyce, I'm Joyce." The girl told the duo between gulps of air.
" Okay Joyce, let's get you cleaned up." Fred said to Joyce in a reassuring voice gently taking her hand and helping her to a chair behind the front desk.
Well, that's a nice long update there for you; sorry it took so long.
How will Angel react to this latest development?
Is it, or is it not Buffy?
To find out, you only need to review.
e-mail them to me at: angelsbabe15@hotmail.com
Summary: see Chapter #1
Author's notes: 1. It's my first Buffy/Angel fic, be kind. 2. Cordelia is half-demon 3. C.O.S= Change of scenery
Timeline: see Chapter #1
Chapter #3: Could it be?
Angel stared at the road straight ahead, and was silent for a brief period.
"Buffy isn't alive Cordelia," Angel told his seer coldly.
"She is, I've seen it with my own eyes Angel." Cordelia responded.
" She isn't alive Cordelia." Angel told her, his voice rising. They arrived at the Summers' home then. Angel opened the car door and stalked toward the house.
" ANGEL, LISTEN TO ME, YOU ARE IN DENIAL." Cordy yelled to get his attention before continuing: " I know it's tearing you up inside, you've just seen her buried, and it hurt, and now there's the smallest bit of hope that she isn't dead, and you can't let yourself believe it.
" You have no idea, absolutely no idea how badly it tortured me to watch what happened back there. And the only way I have gotten through this is by not allowing myself to hope that this all hasn't been a ruse by some demon to grab my attention. So I am not in denial, I am merely accepting the facts that Buffy is dead, she isn't coming back this time, and that no amount of visions, or hope can change that." Angel finished coldly.
" You've- you've never questioned my visions before," Cordy stuttered quietly.
" You've never been wrong before." Angel stated flatly before opening the door.
" Wrong, about what?" Spike asked walking towards the living room
" Look Spike I can't deal with you today." Angel told his childe, as he turned and walked off leaving him with Cordelia.
" How much have you heard Spike?" asked Cordelia calmly.
" Enough to tell you not to doubt yourself, when Dru and I were together she had visions too, and hers were bang on, just like yours. Trust your instincts Cordelia, they're never wrong." Spike assured her.
'Boy I must have a few screws loose besides this demon thing, cause I'm getting the feeling that I can actually trust Spike.'
" Um Spike, as you have had prior experience with visions- those of other people I mean, how would you like to try interpreting them.
"What seems to be the problem pet?" asked Spike.
" Well, first of all I'm nobody's pet, and secondly I've recently had this vision of this blonde girl, she fights to break free of her bonds, then starts running. She shows up at a hotel called: the Hyperion- where Angel has his business. Anyway, I can barely see the facial features, but call me crazy but I think that it's Buffy. Cordy told him.
" You mean, she could be alive, but we just buried her. Cordy, this is impossible." Spike replied.
" I assure you Spike, if I've learned anything while working with Angel it's that nothing's impossible it doesn't matter though because Angel doesn't believe me." Cordy said, casting her glance to the ground.
" It's going to be Okay Cordy believe me, it will." Spike attempted to assure her. He left her then in search of Angel. He found him in the basement.
" Okay Nancy-boy the truce is over. Now it's time for the real fun to begin." Spike told his sire as he vamped out and punched Angel. 'Damn that chip' Spike thought to himself as he felt the faint shock that went through his entire body. Angel blocked it with one of his hands while landing another punch to Spike's face.
" I am soo not in the mood for this Spike." Angel told Spike, as he continued landing the punches to his torso.
" Well I guess you're going to have be in the mood Angel. You made her cry, you know that, you made her cry, and break up inside, and left us to help her pick up the pieces. When you left she was a mess, it took her a long time to get over you Nancy-boy, that's even if she has gotten over you." Spike burst out.
Angel stopped as he was about to throw Spike across the room and stood there holding him by his collar: " I had to leave, I owed her that much, I loved her that much. She deserved a chance at a real life; one where she could have children, and be with someone, in the way she couldn't with me. Now tell me something Spike, have you ever loved someone that way, that you would do anything, even if it would hurt you to make a woman happy?"
" I do, I love her that way." Spike said, as he punched Angel in the chest. Angel proceeded to fling him across the room. He landed with a thud.
" OK, I've seen enough, break it up you two." Willow told the duo from the doorway.
" I won't break it up until Nancy-boy here, admits to what he knows." Spike replied.
" Which is what, exactly?" Willow asked. " That Buffy is dead, and will stay dead this time." Angel cut Spike off.
Willow turned and went back upstairs to where the rest of Scooby Gang were waiting.
Zander looks up from his conversation with Dawn: " They were fighting weren't they?"
"They're Spike, and Angel, when they get together, they always fight." Willow returned.
" Alright, whoever said that their truce would last more than a day, pay up." Zander said turning to the rest of group.
C.O.S: Los Angeles It was a quiet night, in Los Angeles; they all had been quiet since Angel left.
" So what do you want to do tonight, I'm thinking the movies- large tub of popcorn, and candy, and then maybe after the movies dinner." Fred looked at Gunn with adoring eyes.
"After all that food, you want dinner?" Gunn asked her incredulously then continued: wait, I forgot who I was talking to for a moment," as he grinned at her.
"I'll go and grab the newspaper to see what's playing." Fred told him as she left the room. Just then the door opens, and in rushes a frantic woman, a blond with brown haunted eyes. She was breathless, from running, a tear in the skirt of her calf-length black dress. She had scratches on her legs, and bruises blossoming on her arms. It appeared she was in some kind of struggle.
"Help me, please help me," she whimpered as she sunk to the couch in the lobby.
" I will, but your going to have to tell me what exactly I need to help you with," Gunn calmly told her.
"I was kidnapped, I fought my way out, I began running, and my instincts told me to come here, although I don't know why." She told Gunn beginning to calm down.
Suddenly Fred froze in her tracks by the front desk. She said in a tremulous voice: Charles, I need to talk to you for a moment, it's urgent.
"I'll be right back, please don't leave." Gunn told the woman and followed Fred back to the office.
" I'll be brief, I believe that the woman in the lobby right now is Buffy." Fred told him.
" That would be possible, but Buffy's dead, remember, Angel and Cordy went to her funeral, on the other hand she does look strangely familiar." Gunn began.
"Would please call her Buffy once, just to prove me wrong," Fred asked Gunn.
"Oh, alright, just prove you wrong." Gunn said. He led the way back into the lobby, and walked over to where the girl was and sat down beside her.
"I'm afraid we haven't been formally introduced: "I'm Charles Gunn- but most of my friends call me Gunn, and this is Fred," Gunn motioned toward Fred.
" Now we would like to know what your name is." Fred added.
" My name is, is is. Oh I can't remember what my name is." The girl panicked.
" That's Okay, we'll call you Buffy." Fred calmly told the girl.
"N-N-No, don't call me that, DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!" The girl screamed as she began to whimper again.
" If you don't want to be called Buffy, then what do you want to be called?"
"J-J-Joyce, Joyce, I'm Joyce." The girl told the duo between gulps of air.
" Okay Joyce, let's get you cleaned up." Fred said to Joyce in a reassuring voice gently taking her hand and helping her to a chair behind the front desk.
Well, that's a nice long update there for you; sorry it took so long.
How will Angel react to this latest development?
Is it, or is it not Buffy?
To find out, you only need to review.
e-mail them to me at: angelsbabe15@hotmail.com