Ch.3

If his heart could beat it would have stopped. Did she just say Heaven? He scolded himself as he squatted down beside her. Of course she had been in heaven. No one deserved to be there more then her. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have thought any different? This was Buffy. His Buffy was in heavenSuddenly it hit him as he held her close. She was in heaven. "Oh God, what have we done?"

The question itself went unanswered. It didn't need one. He knew. Even the dumbest of people could understand that by her being ripped out there was a very high chance that she would not be allowed back in.

The thought alone made him feel guilty for being happy she was back.

As he looked down at the sobbing woman in his arms he honestly didn't know what to do. How do you comfort someone after something like that? So this is why she looked so…so… Why! Why do these things always have to happen to her? It was like the universe wanted her to pay for something that she hadn't done.

Standing up Angel carried her up the stairs deep in thought. Heading down the hall Buffy's sobs became less loud and eventually stopped.

Shifting her slightly so he could open the door he entered and was instantly assaulted by her essence. It had been so long since he'd been in here but not much had changed. The bed with the old scruffy pink pig. Mr. Gordo. He smiled fondly while laying her down on the bed.

Feeling him pull away from her Buffy whined and clinged tighter, not ready to speak yet but also not ready to be apart from him. She knew whining was childish but her lack of caring cured that.

"Hey" He cooed at her, sitting down next to her "I won't leave you, I promise. But I have to shut the curtains" He eased out of her reach only to get another whine from the curled up ball that once was Buffy.

Her reaction made him both smile and feel horrible. He liked feeling that she needed him but he didn't like the reason. It killed him to see her in such pain. Pain they caused. Okay, in his mind he knew that her friends had done it for the right reasons. They had thought she was suffering in a hell dimension. He himself had been threw that and knew it was nowhere Buffy should be. But on the other hand how could they not have believed she was somewhere good?

Pulling the curtain cord, fully closing the thing that kept him from being Cajun crispy in the morning, he looked back at her. And in that moment all the feelings he'd tried so hard to suppress came rushing too. He loved her. I'll always love her. But it didn't change anything.

It was a sad thought. But true. Sighing deeply he walked over to the bed, taking his position beside her. I don't want to squish her he thought. But as soon as he had laid down she has curled into him, resting her head on his chest. Even in her pained sleep her body knew what made it feel better. What made things not hurt as bad.

Her Angel.

AN: so what do you guys think? I know its kinda slow right now but im just trying to get into writing them.

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