Disclaimer: Don't own them, Joss does. That about covers my butt.
Author's notes: 1. My first Buffy/ Angel fic, so be nice in the reviews
2. Not a story for Dawn lovers
I'm holding the next chapter of my other story, hostage for one review.
""= Dialogue, ''= thoughts
C.O.S.= Change of scenery
I'm taking liberties with an episode again
Chapter #11: 'All is right with the world?'
The air was violently swirling with a multitude of colour. They were somewhere high, on a platform, and Dawn was tied up: "Buffy, I-I'm sorry, for everything I did, to make your life miserable. Dawn tearfully began."No, No. No. Dawnie, I love you. Remember we're blood sisters, blood. I'll be with you always. Never forget that." Buffy leaned in, and gave her sister a kiss. She turned, and with a dazzling smile over her shoulder, dove off the platform.
She woke up, as she saw herself hit the concrete. She had to blink her eyes several times to rid herself of the images. As she did so, she swung her legs onto the carpeted floor, and padded to the bathroom where she proceeded to splash her face with cold water. After about ten minutes, the cold water wasn't working, and she realized that no matter how much she blinked, the images still weren't going away. Buffy sunk to the floor frustrated tears again streaming down her face.
C.O.S.: Angel's room. Angel had been lying on his bed for the past hour, and he was unable to sleep. He kept tensing up, listening for any sound from the adjoining room. Finally he was rewarded, as he heard crying, coming from what he believed to be her bathroom. 'I'll just lie here, and let her come to me.' He thought to himself. Concerns over the reason for her tears ran through his mind, but kept him in his bed. 'Best to let her come to me.' He repeated to himself. A tentative knock came at the door, followed by an even more tentative step into the room. He pretended to be asleep.
"Well, I was hoping to find you awake." Buffy began, turning her face downwards, crestfallen. Angel's eyes opened.
"I'm awake now." He responded.
"Liar, you were awake before I came in. Probably listening for me too." Buffy teased gently.
"No comment. Nevertheless, I'm here now. How can I be of service to you, my lady?" Angel asked, a hint of an Irish accent creeping into his voice.
"What you have been doing: listening to me blubber, and tell you my problems." Buffy said.
"What's the problem now? Another dream?" Angel got straight to the point.
"Yeah, how could you tell?" Buffy showed a half-smile.
"It shows all over your face. Now, come tell me all about it." Angel said patting the bed beside him. Buffy climbed into bed beside him, and told him the dream.
"It sounds to me, like you dreamed how you died." Angel told Buffy. Buffy just looked at him, shock stamped across her face.
"B-but I wasn't a suicidal, at least not then. I had friends, I had Dawn, people that loved me." Buffy defended herself.
"Shshshs. I'll tell you what, we'll ask the rest in the morning. For now, just sleep." Angel consoled.
"I-I don't think I can go back to my room alone tonight." Buffy admitted in a small voice.
"Okay, so stay here." Angel suggested.
Buffy wriggled around for a couple minutes and settled down with her head in the crook of Angel's arm. Angel meanwhile, reached his other hand over, and began to stroke the rose-scented hair. Buffy fell asleep with a smile on her face. And now Angel found he could sleep, relaxed in the knowledge that all was right with the world, at least for the night.
C.O.S.: Area diner Spike, Willow, Gunn, Fred, and Cordelia entered the diner, and took a booth. They sat for a while in silence.
"So, have you been working for Angel long?" Willow asked to begin the small talk.
"I've been working for Angel for about six months now. Before, I had my own squad, we hunted vampires." Gunn began.
"I just joined a couple months ago. Angel rescued me." Fred said, smiling.
"How long have you guys known Buffy?" Gunn asked, feeling it was their turn to start asking the questions.
"I've known Buffy since she moved to Sunnydale. We became best friends in high school. I look to her, like a sister. Willow started. "And I met Buffy a few years ago, and she's captivated me ever since." Spike told the audience. The waitress approached them then to take their orders. Willow snapped her fingers to get Cordelia's attention.
"Cordy, earth to Cordy, come in please." Willow said, snapping her fingers. Cordy blinked out of her reverie.
"I'll have a burger please, with fries, oh and a chocolate shake." Cordy ordered. The waitress left them then, and Cordy returned to their thoughts.
She absently touched her lips. It had been six months since he kissed her, and she could still feel the impression of his lips on hers. She never forgot the act of the kiss either. The absolute passion of it, the tingle of his very touch as his hand brushed his cheeks. She also remembered what happened afterwards. Angel came in, and had seen them kiss. He was crestfallen. Then a look came over his features, which said 'you mean nothing to me now.' He turned it on both her, and Wes. Wes he told to leave and never come back. He got the better end of the bargain. Cordy, meanwhile, got shunned, and ignored. It had been six months, and she was just now beginning to reclaim his friendship.
C.O.S- outside the diner He couldn't face them. Not yet, so he was using every delaying tactic in the book. First he just drove around the city, re-familiarizing himself with it, and trying to think of what to say to them. Then, suddenly he looked up and was in front of this diner. He decided he was hungry, and needed something to eat. So he entered the diner. Cordy perked her ears up, as she heard a familiar male voice order a table for one. 'I know that voice, Oh, No, it's not.' she thought to herself, as she looked around, in search of its origins. She found the origin. They locked eyes, as both remembered that night. She hoped that no one else spotted him. Too late, someone else had.
"Hey Wes, over here." Gunn motioned his friend to the table.
TBC..
That's it.
AN: I have played this time with the details of an episode of Buffy.
You know what to do, if you want more.
Cya l8r.
-A.B.
Chapter #11: 'All is right with the world?'
The air was violently swirling with a multitude of colour. They were somewhere high, on a platform, and Dawn was tied up: "Buffy, I-I'm sorry, for everything I did, to make your life miserable. Dawn tearfully began."No, No. No. Dawnie, I love you. Remember we're blood sisters, blood. I'll be with you always. Never forget that." Buffy leaned in, and gave her sister a kiss. She turned, and with a dazzling smile over her shoulder, dove off the platform.
She woke up, as she saw herself hit the concrete. She had to blink her eyes several times to rid herself of the images. As she did so, she swung her legs onto the carpeted floor, and padded to the bathroom where she proceeded to splash her face with cold water. After about ten minutes, the cold water wasn't working, and she realized that no matter how much she blinked, the images still weren't going away. Buffy sunk to the floor frustrated tears again streaming down her face.
C.O.S.: Angel's room. Angel had been lying on his bed for the past hour, and he was unable to sleep. He kept tensing up, listening for any sound from the adjoining room. Finally he was rewarded, as he heard crying, coming from what he believed to be her bathroom. 'I'll just lie here, and let her come to me.' He thought to himself. Concerns over the reason for her tears ran through his mind, but kept him in his bed. 'Best to let her come to me.' He repeated to himself. A tentative knock came at the door, followed by an even more tentative step into the room. He pretended to be asleep.
"Well, I was hoping to find you awake." Buffy began, turning her face downwards, crestfallen. Angel's eyes opened.
"I'm awake now." He responded.
"Liar, you were awake before I came in. Probably listening for me too." Buffy teased gently.
"No comment. Nevertheless, I'm here now. How can I be of service to you, my lady?" Angel asked, a hint of an Irish accent creeping into his voice.
"What you have been doing: listening to me blubber, and tell you my problems." Buffy said.
"What's the problem now? Another dream?" Angel got straight to the point.
"Yeah, how could you tell?" Buffy showed a half-smile.
"It shows all over your face. Now, come tell me all about it." Angel said patting the bed beside him. Buffy climbed into bed beside him, and told him the dream.
"It sounds to me, like you dreamed how you died." Angel told Buffy. Buffy just looked at him, shock stamped across her face.
"B-but I wasn't a suicidal, at least not then. I had friends, I had Dawn, people that loved me." Buffy defended herself.
"Shshshs. I'll tell you what, we'll ask the rest in the morning. For now, just sleep." Angel consoled.
"I-I don't think I can go back to my room alone tonight." Buffy admitted in a small voice.
"Okay, so stay here." Angel suggested.
Buffy wriggled around for a couple minutes and settled down with her head in the crook of Angel's arm. Angel meanwhile, reached his other hand over, and began to stroke the rose-scented hair. Buffy fell asleep with a smile on her face. And now Angel found he could sleep, relaxed in the knowledge that all was right with the world, at least for the night.
C.O.S.: Area diner Spike, Willow, Gunn, Fred, and Cordelia entered the diner, and took a booth. They sat for a while in silence.
"So, have you been working for Angel long?" Willow asked to begin the small talk.
"I've been working for Angel for about six months now. Before, I had my own squad, we hunted vampires." Gunn began.
"I just joined a couple months ago. Angel rescued me." Fred said, smiling.
"How long have you guys known Buffy?" Gunn asked, feeling it was their turn to start asking the questions.
"I've known Buffy since she moved to Sunnydale. We became best friends in high school. I look to her, like a sister. Willow started. "And I met Buffy a few years ago, and she's captivated me ever since." Spike told the audience. The waitress approached them then to take their orders. Willow snapped her fingers to get Cordelia's attention.
"Cordy, earth to Cordy, come in please." Willow said, snapping her fingers. Cordy blinked out of her reverie.
"I'll have a burger please, with fries, oh and a chocolate shake." Cordy ordered. The waitress left them then, and Cordy returned to their thoughts.
She absently touched her lips. It had been six months since he kissed her, and she could still feel the impression of his lips on hers. She never forgot the act of the kiss either. The absolute passion of it, the tingle of his very touch as his hand brushed his cheeks. She also remembered what happened afterwards. Angel came in, and had seen them kiss. He was crestfallen. Then a look came over his features, which said 'you mean nothing to me now.' He turned it on both her, and Wes. Wes he told to leave and never come back. He got the better end of the bargain. Cordy, meanwhile, got shunned, and ignored. It had been six months, and she was just now beginning to reclaim his friendship.
C.O.S- outside the diner He couldn't face them. Not yet, so he was using every delaying tactic in the book. First he just drove around the city, re-familiarizing himself with it, and trying to think of what to say to them. Then, suddenly he looked up and was in front of this diner. He decided he was hungry, and needed something to eat. So he entered the diner. Cordy perked her ears up, as she heard a familiar male voice order a table for one. 'I know that voice, Oh, No, it's not.' she thought to herself, as she looked around, in search of its origins. She found the origin. They locked eyes, as both remembered that night. She hoped that no one else spotted him. Too late, someone else had.
"Hey Wes, over here." Gunn motioned his friend to the table.
TBC..
That's it.
AN: I have played this time with the details of an episode of Buffy.
You know what to do, if you want more.
Cya l8r.
-A.B.