Hey everyone! I've been getting some e-mails about my other story, A
Purpose and Meaning and why I haven't updated it in a while. For some
reason that page on my computer is frozen. It's happened before but it
takes a day or two to fix so it might be a week before I can update that
one. Thanks for the reviews and the e-mails!
Everything was spinning. It was so hot. Why was it so hot? There was someone there. Was there? Talking loud scared. A phone? A phone? It was a phone.....why was it so hard just too...think. Sick. I'm sick. I'm sticky and hot. I'm sick. Who was that? Why were they talking so loud?
Angel looked down at Faith. She was still wet. She seemed to be mumbling something in her sleep.
"Faith? Faith. Listen to me. You're sick. I don't know if you can understand me but you have to change out of your clothes. Can you do that for me? Faith?" Angel said looking at her but it was useless she couldn't understand him and he knew.
"Angel?" she asked quietly. He looked at her. Could she understand him?
"Faith?" he asked quietly. "Can you understand me?"
"It's so warm and cold." She said in a half whimper. It was obvious to them both that she wasn't getting better anytime in the next hour. She'd be in bed for a while.
?
In another 10 minuets Faith had changed into one of Angel's shirts which she with her size swam in. She was back in Angel's bed asleep for now. Her fever however still hadn't broken and it kept going from better to worse. In seemed that it would go down but then just rise all over again to its old height. Angel sat in a chair next o her the whole time. He tried to cool her off. At times he could do that just by putting his hand on her forehead. His own blood hadn't run in 200 years, his skin was always cold.
"Mmmmmm...." Faith began to open her eyes. "Ryan. You're so cold...."
Angel looked down at her a little surprised. Ryan? Who was Ryan?
"You came after me. Did you?" She sat up a little shaken. She reached out toward him like she wanted to hug him but fell a little.
"Faith. Listen, you need to go back to sleep." He said trying to get her lie down completely.
"Ryan. Don't leave again." To his surprise she actually rapped her arms around him. She was so soft.
"Faith don't." He said getting back up. He was thirsty, and to the demon in him the blood of a defenseless slayer sounded very appealing. Faith. He told her, promised her that he wouldn't going to hurt her the day they meet. He wasn't going back on his word the ONE time she couldn't protect herself. She moaned unhappily but went back to sleep. He looked down at her. Who the hell was Ryan? She'd never mentioned that name before he was sure. She didn't talk about herself much and he remembered most of the things she said.
Faith woke up the next morning. It was still cloudy but it was morning she could tell. She head hurt and she was still dizzy but she knew she had gotten much better from last night. She heard the door open and looked over to see Angel walk in with a tray of food. He looked up and let their eyes meet. He looked incredibly nervous.
"Morning Faith." He said simply. "I.....made you breakfast." He went over and put the tray of food on the night stand next to her. "I'm glad you look better." He said staring at her. Still that strange look on his face. She kept staring at him.
"What is it?" she said her voice still soft.
"N-Nothing just, happy to see you." He said trying to keep up hi infamous poker face, but he couldn't hide the questioning look his eyes had.
"Will you just tell me already?!" she hated it when she knew he was keeping something from her.
"Okay. Uh, whose-"just then the phone began to ring. Angel let out a sigh and picked up the phone. Every time he tried to talk to Faith something always interrupted.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Angel? It's me. Is every thing alright?" came Wesley's voice from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah. Faith's fever is gone and she's getting better." Said Angel as he watched Faith begin to eat her food.
"Good, the roads are still closed because of all the clutter on the roads and I have to go see Claire but I'll be over as soon as I can."
"Alright. Good-bye"
"Bye."
"Who was that?" asked Faith looking up at him.
"Just Wesley, he wanted to know if you were alright." He said once more sitting in the chair besides the bed.
"Oh." She said putting and food back on the nightstand next to her.
"What happened to my clothes?" she asked as she looked down to see that she was now wearing a large shirt that on her reached mid-thigh.
"You were soaking wet last night so I gave you one of my t-shirts to change into." He said.
"Who's Ryan?" he asked a little off hand. The second he said it he regretted in. The look on her face was full of hurt, confusion, shock, and pain. He wished he never asked.
"What did you say?" her voice was quiet and very unlike her.
"No-Nothing just last night you kept calling me Ryan." He said avoiding her look. But he didn't have to. She was staring out in front of her like she was deep in thought. Her whole body took on a slight stillness that he didn't like. Something about that name brought up things she obviously didn't want to remember.
"If there is anything you want to talk about Faith I'm always here to listen." He said starring at her yet again.
"No. There's nothing I want to talk about." She said quickly. Starting to get up. But she was still too dizzy and tiered.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked leaning towards her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little dizzy." She said.
"I think you should tell me what's wrong." He said steadily.
"Nothing's wrong Angel!"
"Yes there is. I can see it when I look at you. Faith your one of, or maybe THE closest friend I have. You can tell me anything. I care about you, and I will no matter what happens or happened. The same you'd do for me."
"Angel, there is nothing I want to tell you. Now can you drop it?" She said glaring at him.
'Fine' he thought to himself. If she isn't going to tell me I can wait until she will and she will tell me, I can see it when I look at her.
"Fine." He said. "Do you just want to stay here for awhile?"
"What?"
"Here in bed. You still seem a little dizzy."
"Sure."
Faith rolled over on to her side facing him.
"What are you doing today hot stuff?" she said in a half joking half seductive.
"Stay here, there are some old texts that I want to review." Angel said not really getting it.
"Your just a big ball of adventure aren't ya?" She said beginning to smile.
"I've had enough adventure in my life, thanks." He said smiling back.
"Just because you're on your big 'redemption' kick but that doesn't mean that you still can't have some fun." Faith said leaning toward him.
Angel smiled. "And what kind of fun do you suggest that I have."
"How about you go dancing with me."
Angel almost laughed out loud. "I don't dance."
"I could teach ya." She said starting laugh herself.
"Maybe sometime." He said out loud. He knew there was no way that she was EVER going to get him to go dancing but it was fun to laugh about now. He moved and sat down next to her on the bed.
"Thank you for the gift. Sorry I ran out earlier." She said quietly leaning slightly against him.
"Our welcome." He said quietly back to her, glad that they were close and weren't yelling at each other for a change.
"No really, no ones ever done that for me before. Thanks." She said starring off.
"I care about you Faith. You're my friend" There was a slight pause.
"I wish I could remember anything about last night. I remember being in the streets then waking up here."
"I guess you were trying to get to your room when you walked into mine. You walked through the door and passed out. Don't scare me like that again."
"Okay. I wont." She said smiling and starting to fall asleep.
"Well how goes the watching?" said Lindsey as he walked into a small room in a building across the street from a large hotel.
"Don't know. The other day are own rouge slayer ran out of the building like it was on fire, then she comes back HOURS later, soaking wet from the rain, then goes inside.
"Isn't there anyway we could get a camera inside the hotel?"
"We could, if these people would ever leave. There here 24/7."
"Great." He said sarcastically.
"So how goes the operation?" asked the man at the desk.
"Now that we've got our little friend everything's perfect."
Angel's eyes slowly began to open as he looked at his surroundings. Faith was still leaning against him and they were both in his room still in his bed. They must have fallen asleep while they were talking. He thought about waking her up but when he looked at her in a perfectly calm sleep {for once} he couldn't do it. He always loved the way she looked when she was sleeping. Who was Ryan? That question kept reading over and over again in his head. Did it matter? You wouldn't want her asking about all the people form her past. Victims or otherwise. Darla, Drusilla, Spike. Before he had gotten his soul they were his family. Well technically if you speaking of 'blood' relatives they still were his family. He gave a small laugh. If you had told him 153 years ago that he would one day be friends with a defenseless slayer that he was training AND protecting he would half laughed in your face THEN ripped your throat open. He could still remember after he had first gotten his soul. He would have done anything to get it out of him, at times he still felt like that. But not since he meet Faith. He didn't want to just abandon her. True she had the others but he would miss her. Miss this. There talking, there fighting. It was what he lived on. Human. He wondered often if the prophecy was true and if it was, how soon? How soon would he become human? Would it be in another life time? When all of the people he cared about bones had turned to dust? He hoped it was soon. He didn't want to watch his friends fade form him......
So how do you guys like it? The way this story is going it's gonna be WAY longer then I had planned it to be.
Everything was spinning. It was so hot. Why was it so hot? There was someone there. Was there? Talking loud scared. A phone? A phone? It was a phone.....why was it so hard just too...think. Sick. I'm sick. I'm sticky and hot. I'm sick. Who was that? Why were they talking so loud?
Angel looked down at Faith. She was still wet. She seemed to be mumbling something in her sleep.
"Faith? Faith. Listen to me. You're sick. I don't know if you can understand me but you have to change out of your clothes. Can you do that for me? Faith?" Angel said looking at her but it was useless she couldn't understand him and he knew.
"Angel?" she asked quietly. He looked at her. Could she understand him?
"Faith?" he asked quietly. "Can you understand me?"
"It's so warm and cold." She said in a half whimper. It was obvious to them both that she wasn't getting better anytime in the next hour. She'd be in bed for a while.
?
In another 10 minuets Faith had changed into one of Angel's shirts which she with her size swam in. She was back in Angel's bed asleep for now. Her fever however still hadn't broken and it kept going from better to worse. In seemed that it would go down but then just rise all over again to its old height. Angel sat in a chair next o her the whole time. He tried to cool her off. At times he could do that just by putting his hand on her forehead. His own blood hadn't run in 200 years, his skin was always cold.
"Mmmmmm...." Faith began to open her eyes. "Ryan. You're so cold...."
Angel looked down at her a little surprised. Ryan? Who was Ryan?
"You came after me. Did you?" She sat up a little shaken. She reached out toward him like she wanted to hug him but fell a little.
"Faith. Listen, you need to go back to sleep." He said trying to get her lie down completely.
"Ryan. Don't leave again." To his surprise she actually rapped her arms around him. She was so soft.
"Faith don't." He said getting back up. He was thirsty, and to the demon in him the blood of a defenseless slayer sounded very appealing. Faith. He told her, promised her that he wouldn't going to hurt her the day they meet. He wasn't going back on his word the ONE time she couldn't protect herself. She moaned unhappily but went back to sleep. He looked down at her. Who the hell was Ryan? She'd never mentioned that name before he was sure. She didn't talk about herself much and he remembered most of the things she said.
Faith woke up the next morning. It was still cloudy but it was morning she could tell. She head hurt and she was still dizzy but she knew she had gotten much better from last night. She heard the door open and looked over to see Angel walk in with a tray of food. He looked up and let their eyes meet. He looked incredibly nervous.
"Morning Faith." He said simply. "I.....made you breakfast." He went over and put the tray of food on the night stand next to her. "I'm glad you look better." He said staring at her. Still that strange look on his face. She kept staring at him.
"What is it?" she said her voice still soft.
"N-Nothing just, happy to see you." He said trying to keep up hi infamous poker face, but he couldn't hide the questioning look his eyes had.
"Will you just tell me already?!" she hated it when she knew he was keeping something from her.
"Okay. Uh, whose-"just then the phone began to ring. Angel let out a sigh and picked up the phone. Every time he tried to talk to Faith something always interrupted.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Angel? It's me. Is every thing alright?" came Wesley's voice from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah. Faith's fever is gone and she's getting better." Said Angel as he watched Faith begin to eat her food.
"Good, the roads are still closed because of all the clutter on the roads and I have to go see Claire but I'll be over as soon as I can."
"Alright. Good-bye"
"Bye."
"Who was that?" asked Faith looking up at him.
"Just Wesley, he wanted to know if you were alright." He said once more sitting in the chair besides the bed.
"Oh." She said putting and food back on the nightstand next to her.
"What happened to my clothes?" she asked as she looked down to see that she was now wearing a large shirt that on her reached mid-thigh.
"You were soaking wet last night so I gave you one of my t-shirts to change into." He said.
"Who's Ryan?" he asked a little off hand. The second he said it he regretted in. The look on her face was full of hurt, confusion, shock, and pain. He wished he never asked.
"What did you say?" her voice was quiet and very unlike her.
"No-Nothing just last night you kept calling me Ryan." He said avoiding her look. But he didn't have to. She was staring out in front of her like she was deep in thought. Her whole body took on a slight stillness that he didn't like. Something about that name brought up things she obviously didn't want to remember.
"If there is anything you want to talk about Faith I'm always here to listen." He said starring at her yet again.
"No. There's nothing I want to talk about." She said quickly. Starting to get up. But she was still too dizzy and tiered.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked leaning towards her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little dizzy." She said.
"I think you should tell me what's wrong." He said steadily.
"Nothing's wrong Angel!"
"Yes there is. I can see it when I look at you. Faith your one of, or maybe THE closest friend I have. You can tell me anything. I care about you, and I will no matter what happens or happened. The same you'd do for me."
"Angel, there is nothing I want to tell you. Now can you drop it?" She said glaring at him.
'Fine' he thought to himself. If she isn't going to tell me I can wait until she will and she will tell me, I can see it when I look at her.
"Fine." He said. "Do you just want to stay here for awhile?"
"What?"
"Here in bed. You still seem a little dizzy."
"Sure."
Faith rolled over on to her side facing him.
"What are you doing today hot stuff?" she said in a half joking half seductive.
"Stay here, there are some old texts that I want to review." Angel said not really getting it.
"Your just a big ball of adventure aren't ya?" She said beginning to smile.
"I've had enough adventure in my life, thanks." He said smiling back.
"Just because you're on your big 'redemption' kick but that doesn't mean that you still can't have some fun." Faith said leaning toward him.
Angel smiled. "And what kind of fun do you suggest that I have."
"How about you go dancing with me."
Angel almost laughed out loud. "I don't dance."
"I could teach ya." She said starting laugh herself.
"Maybe sometime." He said out loud. He knew there was no way that she was EVER going to get him to go dancing but it was fun to laugh about now. He moved and sat down next to her on the bed.
"Thank you for the gift. Sorry I ran out earlier." She said quietly leaning slightly against him.
"Our welcome." He said quietly back to her, glad that they were close and weren't yelling at each other for a change.
"No really, no ones ever done that for me before. Thanks." She said starring off.
"I care about you Faith. You're my friend" There was a slight pause.
"I wish I could remember anything about last night. I remember being in the streets then waking up here."
"I guess you were trying to get to your room when you walked into mine. You walked through the door and passed out. Don't scare me like that again."
"Okay. I wont." She said smiling and starting to fall asleep.
"Well how goes the watching?" said Lindsey as he walked into a small room in a building across the street from a large hotel.
"Don't know. The other day are own rouge slayer ran out of the building like it was on fire, then she comes back HOURS later, soaking wet from the rain, then goes inside.
"Isn't there anyway we could get a camera inside the hotel?"
"We could, if these people would ever leave. There here 24/7."
"Great." He said sarcastically.
"So how goes the operation?" asked the man at the desk.
"Now that we've got our little friend everything's perfect."
Angel's eyes slowly began to open as he looked at his surroundings. Faith was still leaning against him and they were both in his room still in his bed. They must have fallen asleep while they were talking. He thought about waking her up but when he looked at her in a perfectly calm sleep {for once} he couldn't do it. He always loved the way she looked when she was sleeping. Who was Ryan? That question kept reading over and over again in his head. Did it matter? You wouldn't want her asking about all the people form her past. Victims or otherwise. Darla, Drusilla, Spike. Before he had gotten his soul they were his family. Well technically if you speaking of 'blood' relatives they still were his family. He gave a small laugh. If you had told him 153 years ago that he would one day be friends with a defenseless slayer that he was training AND protecting he would half laughed in your face THEN ripped your throat open. He could still remember after he had first gotten his soul. He would have done anything to get it out of him, at times he still felt like that. But not since he meet Faith. He didn't want to just abandon her. True she had the others but he would miss her. Miss this. There talking, there fighting. It was what he lived on. Human. He wondered often if the prophecy was true and if it was, how soon? How soon would he become human? Would it be in another life time? When all of the people he cared about bones had turned to dust? He hoped it was soon. He didn't want to watch his friends fade form him......
So how do you guys like it? The way this story is going it's gonna be WAY longer then I had planned it to be.