Disclaimers: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own it all. I'm just doing this for fun, and hopefully entertainment
Reviews: Welcomed and appreciated
What if the Initiative came to Sunnydale a few years earlier than we thought? And what if Angel got chipped instead of Spike? Just an idea…
Buffy stared up at the ceiling. It had been over a week and there was still no word on Angel. Giles had tried to console her, but Buffy could tell he was concerned as well. She looked over at the clock and sighed. 3:30 a.m., another sleepless night was in store for her. Jumping out of bed she went to her dresser and pulled out the box that held the cross and ring Angel had given her. She had removed them out of anger a few days ago but now she needed them close to her. She needed some sort of connection. Slipping the ring back on she went back to her bed andsat on the edge, clasping the chain onto her neck andfingering the cold metal of the cross. Twisting the ring on her finger she allowed her tears to fall unheeded. Where was he? She asked herself for the millionth time that week. If he were dead Buffy was sure she'd feel it. Her head dropped to her hands as she continued to give in to her emotions.
Angelus looked at the girl in all her despair and reveled in the fact that he could cause her such misery without even trying. This girl was his to do with whatever he desired. And despite the fact that those bastards had all but castrated him, his strongest desire at this moment was to get between those sleek, sweet thighs. Shaking his head, he adjusted his face, appearing more like his souled counter part.
"Buffy?" He whispered.
Her head whipped around at the sound of his name. "Angel? Angel?" She was so happy and relieved to see him she forgot for the moment just how mad she was at him. "Where have you been?"
Angelus would've laughed at the look onher faceif he hadn't been so weak. He fell to the floor at her feet.
Concern quickly replaced Buffy's anger. "Oh my god Angel. What's wrong? What's happened?" She became cognizant of his garb. A lab coat and what appeared to be OR scrubs. "Baby, talk to me please."
He looked up at her and marveled for a moment at her beauty before shaking himself out of that train of thought. "Buffy, we have to find somewhere safe. Somewhere we can talk."
Buffy looked down at him as she laid his head on her lap. His pallor was a sickening grey and he was colder than usual. "Please Angel. Tell me what's happened." As she rubbed her hand across his shoulders she felt a small lump. "What's this?" She pulled up his shirt and saw a healing incision as fear began to grip her stomach. "Angel, what is this."
"Damnit! They're tracking me. Quick! Get a knife, anything sharp." He pulled his shirt the rest of the way off.
Buffy ran to the chest she kept in her closet that housed her weapons and pulled out a smallbut very sharp dagger. She held it up for his inspection, "Will this do?"
"Perfect. Now come over here." He saw her hesitate. "Now!"
She flinched at the tone of his voice, but came to him, unsure of what he wanted her to do, when it dawned on her. "Angel, I can't cut you. I just can't."
"You have to. I can't reach and we have to get it out before they realize I escaped and track me here." He reached out to her and held her hands. "Baby, you have to do this for me. If they find me they'll have to kill me because I won't go back willingly."
He felt the tremor go through her and knew he had made his point. "I haven't fed in days, so I shouldn't bleed much. Just cut in and take it out." He turned his back to her. "Hurry Buff."
Biting her lip, Buffy laid the dagger against the protrusion and pushed. The blade was so sharp that it didn't take much effort to break through the skin and reach her mark. She dug until the object popped out, landing at her feet. "It's done." He had been right. There wasn't much blood, but Buffy was still feeling queasy.
Angelus grimaced as he felt her pull the offending object from his shoulder. "Okay, good girl. Now pick it up and flush it down the toilet."
As if on automatic, Buffy picked up the small piece of plastic and ran to the bathroom. Once there she threw it in, flushed and waited until she was sure it had gone down. Reaching down under the sink, she retrieved her first aid kit and ran back to Angel.
"It's probably already healed, but let me take a look." Buffy made Angel lay down on his stomach as she tended to him. "It's still open Angel. I don't think it's even started to close." There was concern tinged with panic in her voice. The past week had been almost unbearable for her and now Angel wasn't healing the way he should. Buffy felt ready to break.
"Don't panic babe. How long have I been gone? A week? I haven't feed in all that time I think, so the body's slower to heal." He turned to her and touched her cheek. "Don't worry."
"Oh my god! You haven't feed in a week? Over a week Angel. Please, where have you been? What happened to you? Gods, I have to get you some blood."
Angel grabbed her flailing hands and tugged her onto the bed next to him. "Calm down babe." He pulled her under him, using his weight to keep her from moving. "Are you calm?" He whispered into her ear, feeling her shiver he smirked. He propped himself up on his elbow, "We have to get someplace safe. We'll have to try to make it to Giles before the sun comes up. Once we get there I'll explain everything to the both of you." He got off the bed and pulled her up. "Now we have to get out of here." As if in a daze, Buffy looked about her room. Angel shook his head and slapped her backside. "Now get dressed!"
She jumped and glared at him. "So uncalled for." She rubbed her bottom as Angelus looked on in admiration.
"Maybe, but if felt really good." He smiled at her. "By any chance, did you pick up those things at the dry cleaners for me?" He walked over to her closet, closely followed by her.
"Yeah, I did." She reached over him and took them off a hook on her closet door. "Here."
"Thanks for remembering babe." He took the hangers from her with one hand while reaching in the closet with his other. Retrieving a sweater and a pair of jeans, he tossed them to her along with several other pieces of clothing. "Get dressed and pack these. We may be gone for a little while."
"What? Angel, talk to me. Now." Buffy sat on the edge of her bed and looked at him.
He looked at her petulant face and began to remove the garments he had on. Her eyes widened and she averted her gaze as Angel laughed. "It's not like you haven't seen me naked Buffy. Get dressed. Now!"
Her head snapped up at his commanding tone again. "Sorry babe." Angelus once again put his best Angel demeanor on. "But the sun'll be up soon and we gotta go."
"I'm sorry." She quickly pulled her tank top over her head and reached for her sweater. Angelus stopped in his task to watch her undress. How had Angel kept himself at bay for so long, he thought? She was glorious. It would almost be worth getting caught to lay her on the floor and fuck her until the sun came up. Almost. Besides, there would be time for that later.
Buffy felt his eyes and looked up to see his gaze transfixed on her. She fumbled with her sweater and dropped it. Angelus chuckled as he bent to retrieve it.
"Lift up your arms." She looked into his eyes as she obeyed. He placed her arms in the garment then pulled it over her head, letting his hands mold themselves to her shoulders and breasts, smoothing it as her nipples became erect. "Guess you should've put a bra on. No matter. Get you other things together Buff." He turned and tossed his shirts at her to put in her back pack. "We have to get going."
They both finished dressing and Angelus took hold of Buffy's hand as she headed towards the door.
"No, out the window. It's clear this way."
Still confused, Buffy complied holding back the dozens of questions burning on the tip of her tongue.
"When we get to Giles' Buffy, I'll answer all of them. Promise."
"You'd better 'cause I'm gonna have a million of them by the time we get there." She handed him her back pack and jumped out the window, Angel right behind her.