Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, wish I did. And that about covers it.
Author's notes: 1. My first Buffy/Angel fic, so be nice 2. C.O.S.= Change of Scenery 3. Playing with the idea of Willow/Spike, what'd ya think?
Summary: See first Chapter
Chapter #7: Scoobies find out the truth
" I said that Cordy told me" Spike began again.
"How could you keep something like that from us Spike? You let us mourn, and cry, all the while, you knew, you knew this." Willow began.
"I was honouring a promise, as hard as that is to believe ('I can't believe I actually said that'), to Cordy not to tell until we could confirm it." Spike explained.
"And have they, confirmed it I mean?" Willow asked.
"No, Willow, I'm sorry but they haven't." Spike said, gulping.
"Okay, uh, let me know then, if you hear anything," Willow told him, hanging her head again in sadness, as she walked away. She walked home, and climbed into bed. She fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake until mid- morning. When she awoke though the same thought kept running through her mind: 'Could it be true?' She realized as well, that the only way to tell for certain was to actually call Angel, so she picked up the phone and dialed the hotel:
"Good Morning, Angel Investigations, We help the helpless." A very perky Cordelia answered.
"Uh, hi, Cordelia, It's Willow. Is Buffy there?" Willow asked.
"Buffy's dead Willow, she's dead, gone, not coming back. She's not here. Why do you ask?"
"It-I-it's nothing, nothing Cordelia. It's just that I was still holding out hope I guess." Willow answered her, dejectedly.
"I'm sorry Willow." Cordelia told her, genuine sympathy shining through her voice.
"Thanks for humouring me Cordy." Willow answered.
"Bye Willow," Cordy told her.
"Bye Cordy" Willow answered and hung up the phone.
C.O.S: Los Angeles
"Bye Willow," Cordy was saying as Buffy walked downstairs.
"That was Willow on the phone?" Buffy asked for confirmation. Cordy nodded.
"I told her, that you weren't alive," Cordy told her.
"Thanks Cordy, I'm not really ready to face them right now." Buffy returned a smile beginning to tug at the corners at her mouth.
"So, how are you today?" Cordy asked.
"Better than yesterday. I'm not a blubbering, whining mess. So that's a step up. I think it would help, if I could do some training- let out all the frustrations, and stretch my limbs. It can get a little cramped inside a casket." Buffy said. There was a nervous silence.
"It was a joke." Buffy told her.
"Yeah. Um, the training area is downstairs in the basement." Cordy explained.
C.O.S.: Sunnydale
"I just get the feeling, that there's something Cordy's not telling me." Willow told Xander (A.N.: notice I can spell it correctly! She says enjoying her own success) as they drank coffee. Xander was quiet for a while.
"But it could be anything. It could be that Angel has turned evil, it could be, I don't know. I give up, we've been trying to figure this out for the last hour." Xander gave an exasperated sigh.
"I think I need to go see if it's true, if she's alive." Willow said.
"Correction you mean we need to go, and see if it's her." Xander answered.
"I'm coming too, she's my sister" Dawn's voice piped up.
"Fine, we leave in an hour." Willow told her, relieved.
"Forgetting someone?" Spike chimed in.
"How'd you." Xander began
"You left the door unlocked. I want to come too, I need to see for myself, to get some how you mortals put it 'closure'." Spike explained.
"Fine, we still leave in an hour." Willow agreed
'Ahh, those chipped vampires, never leave home without them,' Xander thought to himself. An hour later, they began the half-day's drive to Los Angeles. They got to the hotel just after nightfall. Willow took the lead, and walked in the door.
"So, what do you want to do tonight?" Gunn asked Fred.
" How about. dinner, then dancing" Fred told him.
"Always the food with you, isn't it?" Gunn teasingly asked her.
Willow cleared her throat.
"Why do people always show up, when we have a night off." Gunn asked rhetorically, noticing Willow's presence for the first time.
"Nice to meet you too, you must be Gunn. Is Cordelia here?" Willow got straight to the point.
"Yeah, hang on, I'll get her," Fred said turning to go get her friend. Cordelia walked into the room, a look of surprise on her face.
"Willow, hi. Um, I didn't think you would come." Cordelia said nervously.
"Yeah well, we thought it was a nice night for a drive." Willow answered.
"Nice place, the others are parking the car." Willow continued, surveying her surroundings. The door opened again, to admit: Spike, Xander, and Dawn.
"You can come down from where you're hiding now poof, I know you're lurking somewhere up there." Spike got right to the point. Angel calmly walked downstairs.
"All right, where is she?" Spike followed up.
"Where's who?" Angel asked
"I think you know who," Spike answered peering up into the shadows.
Buffy heard the words, and looked down on the display, but did not respond. She continued scanning the faces from where she stood clothed in shadow. Her gaze stopped on the one young girl. She looked so familiar, and yet Buffy couldn't place her. All she knew for certain was that they were all her friends, and she wasn't ready to face them yet.
What will Buffy's friends say when they see her? Will she remember Dawn? To find out, review please, with a cherry on top.
L8r: A.B.
Author's notes: 1. My first Buffy/Angel fic, so be nice 2. C.O.S.= Change of Scenery 3. Playing with the idea of Willow/Spike, what'd ya think?
Summary: See first Chapter
Chapter #7: Scoobies find out the truth
" I said that Cordy told me" Spike began again.
"How could you keep something like that from us Spike? You let us mourn, and cry, all the while, you knew, you knew this." Willow began.
"I was honouring a promise, as hard as that is to believe ('I can't believe I actually said that'), to Cordy not to tell until we could confirm it." Spike explained.
"And have they, confirmed it I mean?" Willow asked.
"No, Willow, I'm sorry but they haven't." Spike said, gulping.
"Okay, uh, let me know then, if you hear anything," Willow told him, hanging her head again in sadness, as she walked away. She walked home, and climbed into bed. She fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake until mid- morning. When she awoke though the same thought kept running through her mind: 'Could it be true?' She realized as well, that the only way to tell for certain was to actually call Angel, so she picked up the phone and dialed the hotel:
"Good Morning, Angel Investigations, We help the helpless." A very perky Cordelia answered.
"Uh, hi, Cordelia, It's Willow. Is Buffy there?" Willow asked.
"Buffy's dead Willow, she's dead, gone, not coming back. She's not here. Why do you ask?"
"It-I-it's nothing, nothing Cordelia. It's just that I was still holding out hope I guess." Willow answered her, dejectedly.
"I'm sorry Willow." Cordelia told her, genuine sympathy shining through her voice.
"Thanks for humouring me Cordy." Willow answered.
"Bye Willow," Cordy told her.
"Bye Cordy" Willow answered and hung up the phone.
C.O.S: Los Angeles
"Bye Willow," Cordy was saying as Buffy walked downstairs.
"That was Willow on the phone?" Buffy asked for confirmation. Cordy nodded.
"I told her, that you weren't alive," Cordy told her.
"Thanks Cordy, I'm not really ready to face them right now." Buffy returned a smile beginning to tug at the corners at her mouth.
"So, how are you today?" Cordy asked.
"Better than yesterday. I'm not a blubbering, whining mess. So that's a step up. I think it would help, if I could do some training- let out all the frustrations, and stretch my limbs. It can get a little cramped inside a casket." Buffy said. There was a nervous silence.
"It was a joke." Buffy told her.
"Yeah. Um, the training area is downstairs in the basement." Cordy explained.
C.O.S.: Sunnydale
"I just get the feeling, that there's something Cordy's not telling me." Willow told Xander (A.N.: notice I can spell it correctly! She says enjoying her own success) as they drank coffee. Xander was quiet for a while.
"But it could be anything. It could be that Angel has turned evil, it could be, I don't know. I give up, we've been trying to figure this out for the last hour." Xander gave an exasperated sigh.
"I think I need to go see if it's true, if she's alive." Willow said.
"Correction you mean we need to go, and see if it's her." Xander answered.
"I'm coming too, she's my sister" Dawn's voice piped up.
"Fine, we leave in an hour." Willow told her, relieved.
"Forgetting someone?" Spike chimed in.
"How'd you." Xander began
"You left the door unlocked. I want to come too, I need to see for myself, to get some how you mortals put it 'closure'." Spike explained.
"Fine, we still leave in an hour." Willow agreed
'Ahh, those chipped vampires, never leave home without them,' Xander thought to himself. An hour later, they began the half-day's drive to Los Angeles. They got to the hotel just after nightfall. Willow took the lead, and walked in the door.
"So, what do you want to do tonight?" Gunn asked Fred.
" How about. dinner, then dancing" Fred told him.
"Always the food with you, isn't it?" Gunn teasingly asked her.
Willow cleared her throat.
"Why do people always show up, when we have a night off." Gunn asked rhetorically, noticing Willow's presence for the first time.
"Nice to meet you too, you must be Gunn. Is Cordelia here?" Willow got straight to the point.
"Yeah, hang on, I'll get her," Fred said turning to go get her friend. Cordelia walked into the room, a look of surprise on her face.
"Willow, hi. Um, I didn't think you would come." Cordelia said nervously.
"Yeah well, we thought it was a nice night for a drive." Willow answered.
"Nice place, the others are parking the car." Willow continued, surveying her surroundings. The door opened again, to admit: Spike, Xander, and Dawn.
"You can come down from where you're hiding now poof, I know you're lurking somewhere up there." Spike got right to the point. Angel calmly walked downstairs.
"All right, where is she?" Spike followed up.
"Where's who?" Angel asked
"I think you know who," Spike answered peering up into the shadows.
Buffy heard the words, and looked down on the display, but did not respond. She continued scanning the faces from where she stood clothed in shadow. Her gaze stopped on the one young girl. She looked so familiar, and yet Buffy couldn't place her. All she knew for certain was that they were all her friends, and she wasn't ready to face them yet.
What will Buffy's friends say when they see her? Will she remember Dawn? To find out, review please, with a cherry on top.
L8r: A.B.