Title: I Finally Remembered You. Part 4 - Questions Asked
Author: Xanfan
Rating: R/NC-17 for future chapters
Pairing: Xander/Angel
Summary: AU futurefic. Slash. Xander, not Buffy, had gone to see Angel in "I Will Remember You" Years later, he finally keeps his promise.
Spoilers: All of BtVS & Ats
Warnings: M/M, mild language, more in future chapters
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Words in Italics indicate thoughts.
Angel froze.
Xander narrowed his eyes and advanced towards Angel.
"Angel, what the hell is going on? Why did we both have one of my dreams, at the same time, when we weren't even asleep? Why aren't you completely denying knowing what I'm talking about?"
"Um, I don't know what you're talking about?" Angel offered, hesitantly.
"Too little, too late, Deadboy. I want to know what's going on and I want to know NOW!"
Angel hesitated. What had happened? Did Xander remember that day? Wait, he said "my dreams" What does that mean?
"What did you mean by having one of YOUR dreams?" Angel asked.
"Well, uh, I sorta, been having dreams like those for a couple a years. I didn't start remembering them until today. Usually, I forget right as I wake up."
"If you don't remember your dreams, how do you know they are the same?"
"I just know. I guess I sorta have the same feeling in my gut when I wake up from them." Xander muttered.
"Oh. Okay. How long did you say you've been having these dreams?"
"A few years. Since after the worst Thanksgiving ever. You remember, you came to Sunnydale to stalk Buffy and I got Syphilis from ghosts?" Xander replied.
"Yes, I remember. Then you came to L.A. to tell me to stay in L.A. per Buffy's orders."
"Yeah, I came, I left message, I didn't get killed, a demon got killed, I went to lunch with Cordy, I went shopping with Cordy, I pulled a muscle carrying all of Cordy's bags, I picked up Buffy and we went home." Xander recapped, Xander-style.
"Yeah, that's what happened all right. Nothing more, nope, that's all that happened." Angel babbled, Willow-style.
"That was very convincing Deadboy. Care to tell me what is really going on?"
"Can we go somewhere else to talk about this? I'm not sure how long we have until your fan club shows up and this may take awhile."
"Fan club?" Xander looked very confused.
"You know, the gaggle of girls that stand around waiting for you to work up a sweat so they can ogle you?" Angel teased.
"Oh, them. The only other guys here are Giles aged and Andrew. They're pretty hard up for people to Ogle. Maybe now that you and your team are here, they'll follow you around and giggle?" Xander ended hopefully.
Angel groaned in horror at that thought.
"You know, assuming you survive the telling of whatever it is you have to tell me," Xander snarked.
"So, somewhere more private? Preferably, somewhere without sharp wooden objects."
"Privacy is pretty hard to come by around here. But, I do have a place. You know, a thinking spot. No one else goes there."
"Sounds perfect." Angel said.
"It is under a tree, so not much I can do about the whole no wooden things."
"I guess it will have to do. Should I get my coat?"
"Yeah, I'll meet you at the front door in a few minutes." At that, Xander left the training room.
Angel couldn't believe what was happening. Why had Xander been having dreams about that day? Why was he starting to remember them now? What the hell was that shared daydream thing?
Angel made his way to his room, then, down to the front hallway. The sun had just set, so that wouldn't delay this confrontation.
When Xander came down a few moments later, he silently acknowledged Angel and headed out the door, expecting Angel to follow.
Angel took a deep, unneeded breath and followed his boy, trailing after him on a path that meandered along the edge of a nearby wooded area. He mentally tried to prepare himself for a conversation that could be either his worst nightmare or his greatest dream come true. Xander's reaction would decide which it was.
This was either his chance at getting back his boy, his love, or he stood to lose the little bit of hope he had harbored all these years. The hope, that one day, his boy would come back to him.
If he lost that, what would he have left? Nothing. That hope was what had sustained him, allowing him to continue the fight. Thoughts of his boy had caused him to have "The Epiphany" after sleeping with Darla. It was thoughts of Xander's inner strength that had allowed Angel to survive loosing Conner, both times.
Angel wasn't sure he could survive without the hope of "someday" with Xander.
His Boy finally came to a halt in front of a massive oak tree. Xander sat down on one of the huge roots at its base. Angel sat down on another, facing him.
"So, Deadboy, what the hell is going on?"