A/N: Kay, well here's Chapter 12.. not much to say really...the song in this chapter is by Dashboard Confessionals and called 'The Good Fight'
goddessa39 - sighs I know, there isn't any BA, I mean sure there will be closure... but nothing that you'll like, lol. BUT I have made a decision and that decision is that I'm going to write a fanfic that is STRICTLY BA, just for you! (when I finish one of these ones of course, but I am currently starting it just not posting it.. any ideas let me know!)
Alliana - The actual plot? Ya know... I'm still working that lol. It will have a bit of fighting to it, I mean, c'mon, wouldn't you like to see Draco and Angel go at it just ONCE?.. maybe.. possibly shirtless? ... in a pool of pudding, or jello, or something wet and sticky? Aww, c'mon you know you want it! Lol. Actually, I'm thinking that there will be more to it than a 'BuffyDracoAngel' theme. If you'll remember, Sirius was thought to be gone forever, but now he returns, how will this effect Harry?..
Chapter 12: The Ocean of Everything
Buffy lay in Draco's bed the next morning huddled under the silken sheets. She rolled over so that she faced him and gave a thoughtful frown.
"Draco?"
The wizard gave a tired 'what' but did no other sign that he was awake.
"Draco, are you awake?"
He groaned and opened one eye, then the other. "I am now. What is it, love?" He asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"I think we should go to Los Angeles."
Now that woke him up. He sat up immediatley and shook his head. "Why?"
"Because I think I need to make amends for.. for some things. With some people. Plus, I need to find Sirius."
With a roll of his eyes, Draco stood up and strutted naked across the room and grabbed his jeans off the floor. He put them on and then searched for his shirt.
"Draco, don't get all cold-shouldery on me now. I was just saying. I mean, we can floo right? Or apple-ate or whatever it is you wizards do?"
He shook his head. "You wanna go see that bloody vampire, don't you?"
Buffy climbed out of bed also and began her hunt for clothes. "I just need some closure before you and I do anything."
Draco scoffed and then laughed loudly. "I think you're a little late, my love. If you haven't noticed, we had sex last night."
Buffy sighed. She knew this wasn't going to be easy. "I know. And I didn't mean it like that, but after last night... I realize that I want something more than just sex. With you. I want something more than just sex with you... taking note that I said you and not Angel?"
With his shirt buttoned up halfway, Draco strolled over toward her with such an aristocratic grace it enthralled her. "I'm sorry. We'll go whenever you're ready."
She leaned up on tiptoe and planted a soft kiss on his lips, then ran into the bathroom carrying an armful of clothing. She peeked out from the door. "Are you coming, or not?"
"Well I'm not going to stand out here when I could be in there with you."
"Angel! Angel!" Willow beckoned for him through the doors of the building. She immediatley spotted the gang and an unfamiliar man tied to a chair.
"Oh... uh..." Dawn said with wide eyes. "We always come at the wrong time."
Harry stopped dead in his tracks. "Get me out of here."
Willow turned and looked at him confused. Hermione and Ron each had a hold of his arm. "No, Harry. Stay. I think... I mean... That's..."
"I'm seeing things! They're doing this to me! Make them stop!" Harry screamed like a five year old. Tears sprung from his eyes. By now, everyone had turned to watch the scene play out before them.
Sirius was pulling so harshly on his ropes that Wesley was sure he was bleeding. Angel walked towards the red head and the teenagers.
"Willow, glad you could come. Not the best time."
"I was never good with timing. You called me. What's up? See, we're kind of in a predicament of our own..."
"And I have a feeling that your predicament and my predicament have a connection to our predicament."
"Our?"
"Buffy."
"What...oh. Uh, whose that?" She asked nodding her head toward the chair.
"Sirius Black. Fell through a portal where he'd been trapped for several years. Buffy's been there with him but they got split up. We meant to bring her back, not him."
"Cant' he tell us where she is?"
"He probably would if he knew. But Wesley is working on it, something about Wizards."
Hermione looked up and took a step forward while Ron and Dawn tried to calm Harry.
"I should be of some help there. I am a witch, afterall." The pride in her voice was ridiculously annoying but Angel led the girl to Wesley's office.
"Wes, this is..."
"Hermione Granger, Department of Aurors, Ministry of Magic." She supplied.
Angel only raised an eyebrow in utter perplexity. "Right. Hermione, this is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. I'll let you two get to work."
Willow and Angel spent the rest of the night trying to get Sirius and Harry in the same room together. Oddly, Harry refused to believe that it was Sirius, muttering things about the Dark Lord and Death Eaters.
"Harry, you need to stop this. It's ridiculous. Sirius is real! Would I lie to you?" Ron tried in attempting to get Harry to stop shaking. "C'mon mate, you can trust us."
Something had burst in Harry. He was in some kind of melodramatic state and wouldn't let anyone else in. He kept shaking his head.
"I think he's gone a bit loony." Ron muttered causing a hit from Dawn.
Willow frowned and then turned to face Angel who was standing near the front desk. "What're we gonna do, Angel?"
And, as always, she made her grand entrance. This time with a gorgeous blonde wizard who had his arm slung loosley around her waist.
"Buffy!" Willow gasped in shock.
This purchased rebellion has been outbidded
Denounced and rescinded and left to die
Championless, championless, championless
"B-Buffy." Angel's greeting wasn't as enthusiastic, seeing the man on his love's arm.
"Hey guys, we have a problem."
"We?" Angel questioned with a raise of the eyebrow.
Consider the odds, consider the obvious
The martyr is meaningless, the campaign has died
Willow didn't seem to care. She practically shoved Draco off so that she could hug her best friend. "Oh goddess! I've missed you so much! It's been so hard without you and I know it hasn't been that long but it feels like forever and OH! Dawnie's here too and she missed you more than me, if that's possible. Ye Gods!"
Buffy smiled and hugged her friend back gently. "Did you even breath?"
Willow shook her head.
"Good. Same old Willow."
Claimed you as my only hope
And watched the floor as you retreated
Angel and Willow led the pair out to the main lobby where everyone else was. Draco nodded toward Ron, Hermione, and Harry, and then glared at Sirius, but said nothing.
Dawn immediatley tackled Buffy with hugs and kisses. "BUFFY! Oh my gosh! I thought it was all a lie and not real and I've missed you so much!"
Buffy kissed Dawn's cheek. "I missed you too. But I'm back now. That's what's important."
Dawn stood up, helped up Buffy and then smirked, giving Draco the once over. "Oo... and back with a hottie. Whose this?"
Buffy blushed. "This is Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is my sister Dawn, my best friend Willow, and this is Angel... and I dont know who they are." She smiled sweetly, longingly at Angel. It had been so long...
"Nice to meet you's" and "How're ya?" were passed on to Draco as he met each person individually.
Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory, hollow and alone
He and Angel shared looks and then Draco kissed Buffy quickly, whispered something in her ear and followed Angel into a dim hallway.
"It's nice to" Draco started.
"Touch Buffy and I'll kill you."
Draco smirked. "Too late."
Angel's eyes grew into golden slits as his face transformed. His left hand wrapped itself around Draco's thin neck and slammed him against the wall.
While you boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who'll listen
While you're left with nothing tangible to gain
"She's mine."
"She isn't a bloody possession, and if I- I remember correctly, YOU left HER." He coughed. "And I also recall her being with ME."
"Watch it boy. I haven't dranken some fresh blood in a while." Angel growled.
"I dare you... I dare you to even try."
Denounced and rescinded and left to die
Championless, championless, championless
