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Summary: See chapter #1
Author's notes: 1. First Buffy/Angel fic, so be kind in your criticism. 2. C.O.S.= Change of Scenery
Chapter #6: Ripped from Heaven
"You asked me where Angel, the where is where perfection reigns, where she had a life with all the people that loved her. Angel, she was ripped from heaven." Lorne answered.
"How is she feeling about it?" Angel responded.
"How do you think she would feel, she feels awful, depressed. She was in a warm, friendly place, like a mother's womb, and she was ripped out of there, into a cold, harsh world, where her life was a constant struggle to maintain the balance between good, and evil; her friends, and her family, and now, if you'll excuse me, I think this calls for a good stiff martini." Lorne said, and closed the door in his face. Seeing that he wouldn't get anything more out of the host, walked downstairs to see the others. As he walked downstairs he could see Gunn, and Fred standing by the desk, and Cordy over on the couch playing with baby Connor. He walked over to them, and kissed baby Connor on the top of his head.
"Hello my little man, how's daddy's good boy doing tonight?" Angel asked.
"All right, a penny for your brooding." Cordy answered.
"And how do you know I was brooding?" Angel asked.
"You always talk baby-talk to Connor when you've been or are in the middle of brooding. So what is it now?" She asked, looking at him directly.
"It's Buffy. She sang for Lorne tonight, and Lorne read her. Cordy, she's been ripped out of heaven, and I don't know how to help her re-adjust, or if I can even." Angel broke the news to her.
"Oh, I see. I hate to tell you this Angel, but I don't really think you can. Buffy has to re-adjust on her time, in her own way. All you really can do is to let her know that your there for her." Cordy told him.
"Mhmm." Angel replied.
"Now stop it, Connor will pick up on it." Cordy scolded. Angel walked away, back upstairs towards Buffy's room. He stopped in front of the door, and just listened as heart-breaking tears streamed down her face.
"Kock knock."
"What, have you come here, to make fun of my singing."? Buffy told the closed door, sarcastically.
"No, just that, I'm here if you ever need to talk." Angel answered. Buffy opened the door then.
"What is there to say? One minute I was enjoying my life for a change, then the next minute I was here, in the cold, harsh reality. It was just me, and my mom up there, and we'd do everything together." She began, pausing to blow her nose.
"Have you ever felt what it's like to just stop fighting? To not have to fight for anything. To just be comfortable with your life. I do now, and Angel, I liked it. Then, I got ripped away from there, and back into this cold reality." Buffy told him through the tears.
"Do you have any idea who your attackers were?" Angel asked, in an effort to give her focus.
"Yes, I've remembered pieces. When I woke up for the first time, I was on a cement floor. I was wearing a long black dress, and I was tied up, and gagged. There was no one around me, but I could hear foot steps in the next room. I heard someone say: "All is in place boss, we have the girl." Then another replied: "Excellent, I shall have my revenge on you Angelus." I drifted out of consciousness. The next time I was awake, they brought me water, and food. I didn't hear anything then. Then I woke up one night, and my bonds were untied, so I took a walk around the room. I thought there was no one there, so I took a walk over to the doorway out into some kind of hallway. There were 5 or 6 guys standing around, and they all came at me. So I fought them. Eventually I made my way outside. I ran then, as fast as my legs could carry me, and surprisingly I ended up here. That's all I remember." She finished.
"Thanks Buffy, I know how hard this must be for you. We'll do some checking, and get back to you." Angel said.
"Okay, and Angel?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for everything." Buffy told him.
"You're welcome, and you know where my room is, if you need to talk." Angel told her, closing the door behind him. C.O.S.: Sunnydale, same night.
Willow awoke with a start. 'No, it can't be, it's not true, it's not even humanly possible.' She kept thinking to herself, as she went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She went back to bed, and fell asleep afterwards, only to wake up 2 hours later from the same dream: "No, No, it's not true. It can't be true; it isn't true. She's dead, gone.' No matter how often she repeated this to herself, she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. This time she decided to take a walk. Quietly, so as not to do wake the entire house she put on her coat, and left. Before she realized where exactly she was, she came to the front door of Spike's crypt. 'It's as good place as any, besides he might be a good person to talk to.
"Buffy?" Spike asked hope creeping into his voice.
"No, it's just me Willow. Look, I need to talk to someone. It's about this recurring dream I've been having lately." Willow responded.
"Anything I can do, I will for the friends of the Slayer." Spike affirmed.
"This is going to sound really, really silly." Willow began.
"Well telling me what happens in the dream is a good start." Spike prompted.
"Okay, here it is: It begins with a blond girl in a warehouse somewhere, she's tied up. She breaks free of her bonds. There are 5, maybe 6 guys around her, so in order to get out she has to fight through them. She does, and runs out the door. She runs fast, and long. When she stops, she's in front of a hotel. The door opens, and there's a black guy, and a girl with dark curly hair standing there. Then the viewpoint of my dream shifts, and I'm looking outside from the interior of the hotel, and the light shines on the girl, enough that I can see her facial features. Spike, she looks like Buffy, but I know it can't be, Buffy's dead, we buried her. She's gone for good." Willow finished, tears suddenly springing to her eyes.
"What if I were to tell you that Cordelia told me, she had a vision just like the dream you just told me about." Spike said.
"What?" Willow returned surprised.
That's it. Well to get the next chapter out of me, you'll have to review.
-A.B.
Summary: See chapter #1
Author's notes: 1. First Buffy/Angel fic, so be kind in your criticism. 2. C.O.S.= Change of Scenery
Chapter #6: Ripped from Heaven
"You asked me where Angel, the where is where perfection reigns, where she had a life with all the people that loved her. Angel, she was ripped from heaven." Lorne answered.
"How is she feeling about it?" Angel responded.
"How do you think she would feel, she feels awful, depressed. She was in a warm, friendly place, like a mother's womb, and she was ripped out of there, into a cold, harsh world, where her life was a constant struggle to maintain the balance between good, and evil; her friends, and her family, and now, if you'll excuse me, I think this calls for a good stiff martini." Lorne said, and closed the door in his face. Seeing that he wouldn't get anything more out of the host, walked downstairs to see the others. As he walked downstairs he could see Gunn, and Fred standing by the desk, and Cordy over on the couch playing with baby Connor. He walked over to them, and kissed baby Connor on the top of his head.
"Hello my little man, how's daddy's good boy doing tonight?" Angel asked.
"All right, a penny for your brooding." Cordy answered.
"And how do you know I was brooding?" Angel asked.
"You always talk baby-talk to Connor when you've been or are in the middle of brooding. So what is it now?" She asked, looking at him directly.
"It's Buffy. She sang for Lorne tonight, and Lorne read her. Cordy, she's been ripped out of heaven, and I don't know how to help her re-adjust, or if I can even." Angel broke the news to her.
"Oh, I see. I hate to tell you this Angel, but I don't really think you can. Buffy has to re-adjust on her time, in her own way. All you really can do is to let her know that your there for her." Cordy told him.
"Mhmm." Angel replied.
"Now stop it, Connor will pick up on it." Cordy scolded. Angel walked away, back upstairs towards Buffy's room. He stopped in front of the door, and just listened as heart-breaking tears streamed down her face.
"Kock knock."
"What, have you come here, to make fun of my singing."? Buffy told the closed door, sarcastically.
"No, just that, I'm here if you ever need to talk." Angel answered. Buffy opened the door then.
"What is there to say? One minute I was enjoying my life for a change, then the next minute I was here, in the cold, harsh reality. It was just me, and my mom up there, and we'd do everything together." She began, pausing to blow her nose.
"Have you ever felt what it's like to just stop fighting? To not have to fight for anything. To just be comfortable with your life. I do now, and Angel, I liked it. Then, I got ripped away from there, and back into this cold reality." Buffy told him through the tears.
"Do you have any idea who your attackers were?" Angel asked, in an effort to give her focus.
"Yes, I've remembered pieces. When I woke up for the first time, I was on a cement floor. I was wearing a long black dress, and I was tied up, and gagged. There was no one around me, but I could hear foot steps in the next room. I heard someone say: "All is in place boss, we have the girl." Then another replied: "Excellent, I shall have my revenge on you Angelus." I drifted out of consciousness. The next time I was awake, they brought me water, and food. I didn't hear anything then. Then I woke up one night, and my bonds were untied, so I took a walk around the room. I thought there was no one there, so I took a walk over to the doorway out into some kind of hallway. There were 5 or 6 guys standing around, and they all came at me. So I fought them. Eventually I made my way outside. I ran then, as fast as my legs could carry me, and surprisingly I ended up here. That's all I remember." She finished.
"Thanks Buffy, I know how hard this must be for you. We'll do some checking, and get back to you." Angel said.
"Okay, and Angel?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for everything." Buffy told him.
"You're welcome, and you know where my room is, if you need to talk." Angel told her, closing the door behind him. C.O.S.: Sunnydale, same night.
Willow awoke with a start. 'No, it can't be, it's not true, it's not even humanly possible.' She kept thinking to herself, as she went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She went back to bed, and fell asleep afterwards, only to wake up 2 hours later from the same dream: "No, No, it's not true. It can't be true; it isn't true. She's dead, gone.' No matter how often she repeated this to herself, she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. This time she decided to take a walk. Quietly, so as not to do wake the entire house she put on her coat, and left. Before she realized where exactly she was, she came to the front door of Spike's crypt. 'It's as good place as any, besides he might be a good person to talk to.
"Buffy?" Spike asked hope creeping into his voice.
"No, it's just me Willow. Look, I need to talk to someone. It's about this recurring dream I've been having lately." Willow responded.
"Anything I can do, I will for the friends of the Slayer." Spike affirmed.
"This is going to sound really, really silly." Willow began.
"Well telling me what happens in the dream is a good start." Spike prompted.
"Okay, here it is: It begins with a blond girl in a warehouse somewhere, she's tied up. She breaks free of her bonds. There are 5, maybe 6 guys around her, so in order to get out she has to fight through them. She does, and runs out the door. She runs fast, and long. When she stops, she's in front of a hotel. The door opens, and there's a black guy, and a girl with dark curly hair standing there. Then the viewpoint of my dream shifts, and I'm looking outside from the interior of the hotel, and the light shines on the girl, enough that I can see her facial features. Spike, she looks like Buffy, but I know it can't be, Buffy's dead, we buried her. She's gone for good." Willow finished, tears suddenly springing to her eyes.
"What if I were to tell you that Cordelia told me, she had a vision just like the dream you just told me about." Spike said.
"What?" Willow returned surprised.
That's it. Well to get the next chapter out of me, you'll have to review.
-A.B.