Okay, I'm sorry this chapter is so long in coming, but I've been busy with
essays and all those evil things that go with going to University. Here it
is, at long last, an update.
Disclaimer: I'm only borrowing these characters, I'll give them back, I promise.
Summary: See chapter #1
Author's notes: my first Buffy/Angel fic, so be nice
Reviews: keep 'em coming
Chapter #5
"I honestly don't know Angelcakes, I honestly don't know. She's retreated to a time when she felt the most safe in her life, the time with her mother. She could be herself with her. It will take time, but she will be herself again." Lorne answered.
"Do you think that some time with me would help, if she remembered what we shared." Angel left off.
"I think, it might help, but we'd better let her decide for herself. Lorne told him.
"Okay." Angel answered, walking towards the door of the lobby, he needed to leave the hotel; go somewhere, to think, to get a handle on things. He walked the city that night for hours, not knowing what to think about her, or what to say to her when he did see her. He ended up, sitting on a bench inside a park. He was just about to leave, when Joyce walked into the park.
Seeing him, she stopped: "Who is this Buffy person, you're looking for?"
"Sit down, and I'll tell you." Angel returned. She sat.
"I'll start with her looks, she looked exactly like you actually. Hair of woven gold, and these chocolate brown eyes. She was petite too, but not dainty. I fell in love with her when she was 14. Her character was unlike anyone I'd ever met, she was strong, with the will of a lion, if she wanted anything god help you if you ever got in her way. She had a huge heart, room to love all her friends, and she was loyal to them too. She would do anything for them, die for them, or go to hell and back for them." Angel finished.
" You sound like you loved this 'Buffy' very deeply, what's happened to her?" Joyce asked
"I did love her, deeply, and passionately. We had this, this, connection to one another, like we were always in sync with each other, we knew what the other was thinking. We were even able to finish each other's sentences. As for what happened to her; she died. She died, and I felt this gaping hole in my heart. " Angel finished.
"I'll stay. I'll stay and help you find whomever did this to me, and what ever happened to me, on one condition, and this is non-negotiable; you never, ever, ever utter the word Buffy again, because if you do, I'm walking out."
" You got yourself a deal, now let's shake hands on it," Angel said putting out his hand.
Joyce put out a hand, and took Angel's hand in hers. She grabbed it, tight, like she didn't want to let go, and instead of letting go, she pulled him towards her, and he leaned his head in, as did she, and the kissed. They held still in that pose for about 10 seconds, then just as suddenly as it started, Joyce lifted her free hand, and slapped Angel in the face as she broke the kiss.
She got up off the bench, and ran in tears out of the park. Angel didn't see her again until he went back to the hotel.
C.O.S: Hyperion
"Did any of you see Joyce tonight?" Angel asked the group standing around in the lobby.
"Yeah, we did, she ran through here about an hour ago, towards her room, she looked like she was crying, and we sent Fred after her, but she hasn't come back down yet" Gunn answered.
"What's wrong?" Lorne asked.
"What do you mean, what's wrong, nothing's wrong." Angel answered testily.
"Angel sweetie, I can read your aura like a book, and I'm up to the part where it reads that something's wrong, now what did you do to that poor girl." Lorne demanded.
"I-I kissed her," Angel mumbled.
"Oh, did I mention besides the physic power, I also have excellent hearing, YOU KISSED HER! BY THE WILL OF CHER TO STAY AWAY FROM PLASTIC SURGERY, WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" Lorne yelled.
"I dunno, I wasn't thinking, I was telling her about my Buffy, and we made a deal, and she shaked my hand, and the next we knew we were kissing, and then she slapped me. Angel explained sheepishly. Fred came back into the lobby then;
"Is she okay?" Angel anxsiously asked.
"She's a little scared right now. She remembers everything up to a point now." Fred told them.
"Up to what point?" Angel demanded.
"She remembers her name, that she's the slayer, she has friends, and that she and you shared something special together. Right up until the point where Dawn came into her life. Beyond that, she remembers nothing." Fred answered.
"Can I go see her?" Angel asked plaintively.
"Yeah, go right ahead, but be warned I don't know what type of greeting you might get." Fred replied. Angel walked out of the lobby then, taking the stairs two at a time to where Buffy's room was located.
Angel knocked on the door.
"Can I come in? he asked.
"You will anyway" came a voice from within, as the door opened.
"Buffy, I." Angel began.
"No, don't Angel, don't even bother saying anything, that you're sorry, or that you still love me." Buffy told him.
"I'm sorry." Was all Angel said.
"'I'm sorry, is all you have to say?! Well that won't cover it Angel. It won't cover the fact that I loved you and you left me without saying goodbye, it won't cover all the tears I cried over you. It won't cover the fact, that after you left, I had a broken heart. So I'm sorry Angel, but those words won't even begin to cover what you've done to me." Buffy finished.
" I know, you're right, I know it will not begin to cover what I did. But what I did, I did for a reason."
Buffy cut him off: " Don't say another word Angel. I can't deal with what we had right now. Now do you have any ideas as to how I got here?" She changed the subject.
"To begin why don't we go and find Lorne, so you can sing for him. He's a psychic you know, he can read you."
"Well that's a start." She agreed. They walked down the hall in silence
Disclaimer: I'm only borrowing these characters, I'll give them back, I promise.
Summary: See chapter #1
Author's notes: my first Buffy/Angel fic, so be nice
Reviews: keep 'em coming
Chapter #5
"I honestly don't know Angelcakes, I honestly don't know. She's retreated to a time when she felt the most safe in her life, the time with her mother. She could be herself with her. It will take time, but she will be herself again." Lorne answered.
"Do you think that some time with me would help, if she remembered what we shared." Angel left off.
"I think, it might help, but we'd better let her decide for herself. Lorne told him.
"Okay." Angel answered, walking towards the door of the lobby, he needed to leave the hotel; go somewhere, to think, to get a handle on things. He walked the city that night for hours, not knowing what to think about her, or what to say to her when he did see her. He ended up, sitting on a bench inside a park. He was just about to leave, when Joyce walked into the park.
Seeing him, she stopped: "Who is this Buffy person, you're looking for?"
"Sit down, and I'll tell you." Angel returned. She sat.
"I'll start with her looks, she looked exactly like you actually. Hair of woven gold, and these chocolate brown eyes. She was petite too, but not dainty. I fell in love with her when she was 14. Her character was unlike anyone I'd ever met, she was strong, with the will of a lion, if she wanted anything god help you if you ever got in her way. She had a huge heart, room to love all her friends, and she was loyal to them too. She would do anything for them, die for them, or go to hell and back for them." Angel finished.
" You sound like you loved this 'Buffy' very deeply, what's happened to her?" Joyce asked
"I did love her, deeply, and passionately. We had this, this, connection to one another, like we were always in sync with each other, we knew what the other was thinking. We were even able to finish each other's sentences. As for what happened to her; she died. She died, and I felt this gaping hole in my heart. " Angel finished.
"I'll stay. I'll stay and help you find whomever did this to me, and what ever happened to me, on one condition, and this is non-negotiable; you never, ever, ever utter the word Buffy again, because if you do, I'm walking out."
" You got yourself a deal, now let's shake hands on it," Angel said putting out his hand.
Joyce put out a hand, and took Angel's hand in hers. She grabbed it, tight, like she didn't want to let go, and instead of letting go, she pulled him towards her, and he leaned his head in, as did she, and the kissed. They held still in that pose for about 10 seconds, then just as suddenly as it started, Joyce lifted her free hand, and slapped Angel in the face as she broke the kiss.
She got up off the bench, and ran in tears out of the park. Angel didn't see her again until he went back to the hotel.
C.O.S: Hyperion
"Did any of you see Joyce tonight?" Angel asked the group standing around in the lobby.
"Yeah, we did, she ran through here about an hour ago, towards her room, she looked like she was crying, and we sent Fred after her, but she hasn't come back down yet" Gunn answered.
"What's wrong?" Lorne asked.
"What do you mean, what's wrong, nothing's wrong." Angel answered testily.
"Angel sweetie, I can read your aura like a book, and I'm up to the part where it reads that something's wrong, now what did you do to that poor girl." Lorne demanded.
"I-I kissed her," Angel mumbled.
"Oh, did I mention besides the physic power, I also have excellent hearing, YOU KISSED HER! BY THE WILL OF CHER TO STAY AWAY FROM PLASTIC SURGERY, WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" Lorne yelled.
"I dunno, I wasn't thinking, I was telling her about my Buffy, and we made a deal, and she shaked my hand, and the next we knew we were kissing, and then she slapped me. Angel explained sheepishly. Fred came back into the lobby then;
"Is she okay?" Angel anxsiously asked.
"She's a little scared right now. She remembers everything up to a point now." Fred told them.
"Up to what point?" Angel demanded.
"She remembers her name, that she's the slayer, she has friends, and that she and you shared something special together. Right up until the point where Dawn came into her life. Beyond that, she remembers nothing." Fred answered.
"Can I go see her?" Angel asked plaintively.
"Yeah, go right ahead, but be warned I don't know what type of greeting you might get." Fred replied. Angel walked out of the lobby then, taking the stairs two at a time to where Buffy's room was located.
Angel knocked on the door.
"Can I come in? he asked.
"You will anyway" came a voice from within, as the door opened.
"Buffy, I." Angel began.
"No, don't Angel, don't even bother saying anything, that you're sorry, or that you still love me." Buffy told him.
"I'm sorry." Was all Angel said.
"'I'm sorry, is all you have to say?! Well that won't cover it Angel. It won't cover the fact that I loved you and you left me without saying goodbye, it won't cover all the tears I cried over you. It won't cover the fact, that after you left, I had a broken heart. So I'm sorry Angel, but those words won't even begin to cover what you've done to me." Buffy finished.
" I know, you're right, I know it will not begin to cover what I did. But what I did, I did for a reason."
Buffy cut him off: " Don't say another word Angel. I can't deal with what we had right now. Now do you have any ideas as to how I got here?" She changed the subject.
"To begin why don't we go and find Lorne, so you can sing for him. He's a psychic you know, he can read you."
"Well that's a start." She agreed. They walked down the hall in silence