Chapter Four; Illusionary Make-Believe & Suicide Love.
By the time Margarita woke up, she instantly knew that the day wouldn't go as planned. At all. Even so, she put on a smile and started her day by brushing her long, long hair. Lorne walked up behind her. "Morning, crumbcake" Magarita smiled, and turned her head. "Morning" Lorne smiled and walked to the door "I gotta go to work. If not, Angelcakes will get mad at me again. Now, there's something you don't want. An angry vampire" he said, and then paused "An angry vampire with a soul that is..." just as Lorne was about to leave, Margarita grabbed his hand "Wait" she kissed him "I love you" Lorne smiled brightly and went out the door. The golden haired was left with a slight breath, before she continued brushing her hair. As she looked into the mirror, the appearance of Lorne came through.
Margarita gasped and turned around, asuming she'd spot Lorne behind her. But, he wasn't there. Margarita looked back at the mirror and saw Lorne again. He smiled. "...what, what is going on, Lorne?" He didn't reply. Margarita stepped away from the mirror "You're scaring me...where, where are you?" she questioned, having a slight sense of fright in her voice. "Inside your head" Margarita's eyes widened, and as she turned around she saw Lorne infront of her. The golden haired slightly sighed in relief and hugged him. "I was so scared. I thought I saw you here. Where were you?" Lorne patted her head "It doesn't matter" Margarita smiled "Yeah. As long as you're here now" Lorne nodded, and chuckled.
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Fred was reading through Wesley's book at the time she realized -- "Oh! It's that time of month again" All four, Angel, Spike, Gunn and Wesley casted her an uncertain look. Spike somewhat chuckled "Fred. Don't tell me that it's time for your peri-" Fred gasped and rapidly added "No! No, no, no...No. Spike, that's disgusting" The platinum blonde shrugged "No, it's not. It's a natural thing..." Angel casted him a slightly irritated glare "Spike. Shut up" he said. Wesley leaned over to Fred, smiling "What time of month were you reffering to?" he asked. Fred cleared her throat and placed the book on Angel's desk. "The time where highly abnormal hallucinations and illusionary is quite at large in the city" Angel nodded in reply "Yeah. I've been noticing it too" The others gave him a slightly confused look.
"I can sense such things. It's just...something I'm good at. Like, Wes is good with his books and Fred is good with science, and Gunn is good with law stuff and Spike is...uh, Spike is..." Spike gave him an awkward look. "Yeah? Spike's good with?" Angel lit up a slight tad "Sucking blood" he replied. Spike raised his fist towards the rival vampire. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean? That's not positive! It's not even something to be happy about, being good at" he said in offense. Angel smirks a bit "How about, you're good at drinking, then?" he questioned. Spike nodded "That'll do" Angel somewhat laughed to himself, adding "Idiot" in whisper to the conversation.
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The telephone rang. No one picked it up. The dark room had only one light. A red light. Blinking. The voice mail had caught a message. Lorne, if you're there, please pick up... I need to tell you something. A silent breeze went by the room, and Lorne sipped his sea breeze by the window. He got up from the chair and left the room, hurried through the offices of Wolfram and Hart and entered his very own room. Margarita turned around, sitting with the telephone to her ear. She dropped it and walked over to him. "Where have you been? I was..." she paused, sitting down on the bed. Lorne removed his coat. "Worried?" Margarita nodded, looking away. Lorne put her hair over her shoulder "I was only gone for a moment. You seem very overprotective lately. Is something wrong, cupcake?" he asked. Margarita turned to him, and looked him in the eyes. "It's just..." she got up, and walked over to the table with the mirror.
"I feel as If something strange is about to happen. And uh, by strange, I, I also mean hurtful. Hurtful to me" Lorne gave her a glare of symphaty "No one's gonna hurt you. Why would you think that?" Lorne asked. "I just have a feeling, that's all" the golden haired replied. Lorne slightly sighed and walked up behind her. "Uh, on the phone, what did you want to tell me?" Margarita smiled and turned around. She got up from the chair and put her hand on his cheek. "I love you" She kissed him. But, for only a short amount of time. "Haven't we been through this?" Lorne asked, pushing her away. "Through what?" Margarita questioned in slight confuse. "The 'I love you' thing. I mean, it's always nice to hear it once in a while, but you say it constantly, sugarlips. Like, something's wrong or...well, if it's not that, then you are highly overprotective. I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself, Margarita" Lorne explained.
Margarita sat down on the bed, and so did he. "Ever since you nearly died I've been this way, haven't I?" Lorne nodded "Yeah. But there's no need to. Everything's fine" he smiled. She started fixing his hair a bit "I'm just happy to see you breathing" Lorne grinned in a slight evil way. "But, you were never able to keep me breathing" he said silently. Margarita removed her hand from his hair "What?" Lorne looked at her. And, in some way he seemed different. So different that it scared her. "Remember back when I died? You didn't save me. Everything that happened after I stopped breathing has been make-believe, sweetheart. You're living in a dream world" he explained. Margarita started to slowly pull herself away from him. "No...that's not true. It can't be. I won't believe it" she replied in a frightened sense.
"Oh, well, you have to, pumpkin. That's what I'm here for. To make you believe it" Margarita was scared. She walked slowly towards the door, Lorne walked after her. "To make you believe that I died" Margarita swallowed a lump in her throat "Then, why are you here? Aren't you real?" she asked, looking back for the doorknob. "I'm just make-believe, as are everybody else in this building. Little fragments of your imagination. You see, the things your thinking about now and what you feel, are all what you want to feel. You create your own dream, Margarita. It's all on you" Lorne managed to grab the doorknob before Margarita did. She shook her head in denial and fright "No. It's not my fault. I'm not even capable of such things" she said. Lorne grinned "When you're the one doing the dreaming, you're capable of everything, honey. Just now, you want to be afraid of me. You create your own fear, just to be able to wake up. Except, this time, you won't be waking up" Margarita tried to reach the doorknob, but Lorne caught her arm instead. "You're not escaping yet, darling. Let's save that for later".
"So, you're saying that I'm making this up and that Lorne's really..." she swallowed a lump in her throat and looked away from him "dead?". Lorne nodded "Uh-huh, honey. That's correct" he added as she started to cry. Faint teardrops rolled down her cheeks "I can't believe it. I...what do I do now?" she asked in despair. Lorne smiled "We're gonna have to wake you up" Margarita turned her sight to him, feeling uncertain "How?" Lorne placed his hand on her cheek "By killing you, pumpkin" he said with a slight chuckle at the end. Margarita's eyes widened in fear and all she could think about was escaping. She ripped her arm out of Lorne's hands and opened the door. As she ran outside, Lorne followed her and a quick notice of fright hit her. As she turned the corner, she ran into Wesley. "What's going on?" he asked both confused and distracted. He also felt as if something was wrong and when he saw that tears falling down Margarita's cheeks, he became a bit frightened too. "Hide me" Wesley nodded and pulled her inside his office. He closed the door in a hurry and turned to her.
"What happened?" Margarita placed her hand over his mouth "Hush". Outside, Lorne looked around for her. But, she was nowhere to be seen. "You know you can't hide for long. I'll find you, peanut" he said and then ran down the stairs. Margarita put her hand away and sighed in relief. She felt slightly at ease while having Wesley to protect her, but she knew that the danger wasn't over just yet. "Was that Lorne?" Margarita nodded and then sat down, turning her sight in the opposite direction of him. She then turned to Wesley again and shook her head "Well, uh, not really. I... I don't know" she replied and wiped her tears away. Wesley sat down infront of her, raising an eyebrow "You don't know?" he questioned "He seemed different somehow. It looked like him. I mean, it was him, but somehow it wasn't him either" she explained. Wesley placed his hand on her tigh. "We're gonna figure this out. I'm here to help, okay? You don't have to be scared anymore" he told softly. She was on the verge of crying again, but held back "Wesley... I, uh..." Wesley put his other hand on her cheek "You don't have to explain. I know" Margarita let the sight of hope hit him "You do?" Wesley nodded "I do" both of them slowly pulled themselves closer to each other.
"Margarita!" she turned her head, spotting Wesley in the door. She looked back at the Wesley infront of her "There's two of you?" the Wesley by the door ran inside, threw the other away and kneeled before Margarita, then he turned to the other Wesley "What are you?" he questioned in slight anger. Margarita put her hands to her head, slowly falling to the ground. I can't deal with this anymore! I'm so confused and all I want to do is talk to Lorne. She looked up at Wesley, crying "Wes, I need Lorne!" she placed her hand on his arm. He casted her a glare in kindness "Hush, I'll get rid of this imposter. Just, don't say anything" the fake Wesley got up "Very well, Wes. Trying to protect her now? That's pretty low considering you're not her boyfriend" he stated, wiping blood off his lips. "Protecting her is what I've always done. She's one of us" Wesley replied, as he stood up. Margarita gasped as seeing how heroic he could be. The fake Wesley grinned "Well, you just have to say the word, and I'm gone. But, your problems doesn't end here, though" Wesley looked at him in confusion "The word? What word?" he asked. "The password of dissapearing" Wesley suddenly realized, and nodded "Abeo" the fake Wesley dissapeared into dust by the blink of an eye, and Wesley sighed in relief, turning to Margarita. "Are you okay? he asked, helping her to stand. She nodded "Yeah. But, I've got a bit of a headache" she replied.
Wesley smiled "It's a good thing you didn't get hurt. But, I overheard you talking to him about a different Lorne? You might want to tell me about that?" he questioned. Margarita nodded "Yeah... uh, someone that looked like Lorne, I mean, was Lorne, appeared a couple of times for me today. But, he was different than Lorne. More powerful and scarier" she started to walk around the room "He, uh, he told me that everything that's happened up until now from the day he died has been make-believe. That I've made everything up" she explained, getting a slight chill down her spine. "Why would anyone try to hurt you like that, creating a fake Lorne?" he questioned, opening a book. "Oh. so, you don't believe it? The making it up-part" she said, looking at him in slight surprise. "No. I don't" he raised his head a bit and looked at her "Do you?" Margarita turned her head "I'm not sure. I mean, it could've been true. Couldn't it?" Wesley nodded "There's a possibily for it. But, I'd rather not want to believe it, considering that it's hurtful to you" Margarita smiled "So, you're worried about me?" she questioned in hope. He smiled back at her and looked through a book "Of course" Margarita lit up, before she was let down again, as Wes started "...We all are. Angel, Gunn, Fred, even Spike. And Lorne too, of course" he said.
Margarita looked down at the floor in a bit of dissapointment. "Oh. By the way, have you seen Lorne today? The real Lorne?" Wesley asked. Margarita silently nodded "Yeah I have" Wesley hasn't looked up from his book still "What was the last thing you said to him?" Margarita turned away, thinking "I'm not sure, uh, 'I love you' maybe?" Wesley faintly gasps and put the book down "Oh no. No, no, no" The golden haired gave him a worried look "What?" Wesley cleared his throat and quoted 'By saying that you love someone to the one you hold most dear, that person or the person that let the words out can eventually make an copy of itself holding a grudge on the girl when there's abnormal circumstances around'. He looked up at Margarita with tints of worry in his eyes. Margarita chuckles "But, there was a copy of you too. You've never said to me that you love me". Wesley nodded "Right. I know that" he replied and then realized something "Uh, no wait...I, uh, I might've slipped the words sometime" he explained with slight unease, looking away from her.
Margarita's eyes widened "Excuse me? What?! When?" Wesley walked away from his desk and slowly towards her "Remember Smith?" Margarita gave him the look of obviously. "The loonatic circus guy that kidnapped me and drained all my powers? Yeah, why?" she replied. "Back then I said it while you where still uncoinsicous" Margarita's jaw dropped a bit "Wesley!" she said in a bit of madness, as she started to question if he really loved her or not. She was almost positive that he had some feelings for her anyway. "I don't know why, though. I can't remember" Wesley told. Silence filled the room "...So, we created an evil Lorne and Wesley holding a grudge against me?" The black haired nodded "Yeah, it seems like it. I do remember now that Fred said something about abnormal circumstances evolving around here". Again, silence filled the room and Margarita felt a slight bit of happiness. They walked closer to each other. "Wesley, you, um, said that you loved me?" she said with a small smile on her face. "Yes, I did" Margarita let a bit jealousy run over her "But, aren't you with Fred?" Wesley let his head tilt to the right "Fred? No, not at all" Margarita smiled, walking closer to him "But, you have a crush on her, right?" Wesley smiled, and embarassedly nodded "Yes. Yes, I do".
Now, they were both so close to each other, that their face distance didn't even have an inch between. "Then, why did you say that you loved me?" she questioned. He looked away "I don't know" then looked at her again "I just felt like saying it. There was an, uh, moment" Margarita smiled "Can you say it again?". Wesley swallowed a lump in his throat and let the glare of surprise shine from his eyes "What? I, I thought you were together with Lorne" he looked away from her. "I am. But, there's just...I feel a moment coming along" she explained. Wesley turned to her again, and looked deeply into his eyes. He smiled, and looked down at the floor "I see" he looked at her again "I love you". He put his hand to her cheek and they kissed. By the door stood Lorne. Sadness and dissapointment got through him and he just stared at them. "I guess I was right". Both Margarita and Wesley turned their heads to the door. Margarita's eyes widened and she put her hands to her mouth "Lorne, I-" Margarita started "Don't explain yourself! I've seen enough" he said and left in disgust.
Margarita didn't turn her head towards Wesley, she just ran out the door, after the green guy. She put her hand on his shoulder "Lorne, would you just-" Lorne ripped his arm away and turned around. Mad as ever. "Listen! I know how you feel about him, Margarita. Now, leave me alone" he said, and started to walk away from her. Magarita stopped for a second, and then walked after him. "I don't feel anything for him. I was just caught up in the moment" she explained, as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Don't lie to me. He loves you, and I know exactly how you feel about him. All this time I've been a cover-up. You've used me to get to him. You knew you couldn't approach him before because you thought he had feelings for Fred. Now, that you've found out that he doesn't, you wanted him all for yourself, isn't that right?" Margarita slowly shook her head, crying. "That's not true. Lorne, how can you believe such a thing? I love you" she replied, trying to reach for him. "You never loved me. No one will ever love me. Go away, I can't stand the sight of you" he said and threw the door in her face. She put her back to the door and fell slowly down, placing her head in her hands. Crying.
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Margarita felt someone shake her shoulder, as she opened her eyes Wesley gave her a cup of coffee. The golden haired was still sitting with her back against the door to Lorne's room. Wesley sat down beside her and drank some of his own coffee. "You know, I really do love Fred" Margarita smiled, while the news wasn't upsetting her, she felt relieved "I know you do. I always have" she replied, blowing into her coffee. "I'm sorry for telling you that I loved you when I obviously didn't, I was just confused...and, jealous" Wesley explained. Margarita turned to him "Jealous of whom?" she questioned. Wesley faintly smiled "Knox. I thought that Fred had feelings for him, but we two have had our moments and I'm back at believing that there might be a possibility for us" Margarita smiled "Congrats" as she sighed. "I'm very sorry for what happened with you and Lorne. I'm at fault. You shouldn't be punished. I should" Margarita turned to him in slight sympathy "No, Wes. We're both responsible for what happened. Don't feel as if you're at fault, I was pretty foolish myself..." she stated, sipping coffee.
Margarita put her hand to her head, realizing something. "Hey, what happened to the fake, evil Lorne?" she questioned. Wesley turned to her, giving the exact same thing a thought, before he got up. "I think I read something about copy-vanishing in the book..." he replied, walking towards his office. Margarita slowly sighed and wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging them. In a short second, Wesley came back with the book in his hands, he sat down beside her and looked up the page. He quoted 'A kiss between two unrequitted will lead to evental vanish of the copies'. Margarita turned to him, smiling. "Thank god he's gone. He scared me, you know" she stated. Wesley smiled and took the sight over at his watch. "Oh, I have to go. Fred wanted me to help her with research in the lab. Are you gonna be okay by yourself?" Margarita nodded "Yeah. Have fun" she replied. He politetly nodded and turned to leave. "You know..." the blonde started, as Wesley turned to hear the sentence. Margarita grinned "You should count the meeting with Fred as date number 1" Wesley shortly laughed in reply "I'll keep that in mind" then he left.
Short minutes after, Margarita felt resistance in her back. Realizing that Lorne was opening the door. She got up in a hurry and felt slight nervousity right away. Lorne looked different as he stood in the door. Nothing like his usual, bubbly self. He looked rather dissapointed, sad and angry, all at the same time. Margarita didn't like this side of him. At all. She sighed and lifted her sight towards him "Would you just hear me out?" she asked in kindness. "I'm late for a meeting" he replied sharply and went out the door "Lorne, It's saturday. No one is at work" Margarita told, walking after him "Well, I have an appointment" he stated, more sharp than before. Margarita grabbed his arm "Don't walk away from me. We have to work things out" Lorne turned to her in a quick, sharp manner "You know what, you've done enough!" she slowly let go of his arm and he kept walking.
Speechless, Margarita let out a tear from her left eye, rolling down her chin. As she watched Lorne move further and further away from her, she felt empty and alone. The gap between her and Lorne had become massive, and she hadn't even realized it before now. How was it that their relationship could turn this wrong in only such a short amount of time? She ran towards him, grabbed his arm again and cried "Please! Just, let me explain!". Lorne turned around just like before, but hit her in the aftermath. Margarita fell to the floor. She was shocked, afraid and felt a sense of pain in her heart. "I've heard enough explanations. There's nothing you can do to fix this" Lorne said, walking away. Margarita was left crying. The carpet on the floor was dyed in a darker colour than usual because of her tears. She was trembling. Fright had hit her now and she didn't see any other way of ending things than to turn to her last choice...
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Dragging her feet through the hallway, she suddenly stopped infront of Wesley's office, hearing voices from inside. The door was open, revealing the sight of Wesley and Fred, laughing and smiling at each other. Margarita's powerless body just stood before the door opening. It was as if she was a puppet. Hanging lifeless, while her feet were still at the ground. Fred noticed her, and turned around. She slowly let out a faint gasp. "Oh dear! Are you okay?" she asked, coming towards the blonde. She patted Margarita's back "Yeah, I'm fine. I just..." Margarita stopped. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She wanted to cry. But wouldn't. Not infront of Fred and Wesley. Not them. She didn't want to ruin their 'date', but...somehow, she just couldn't hold the tears back. Fred wiped Margarita's tears away "Oh, poor baby" she said, patting her friend's head. Wesley came towards them. He kneeled down infront of them, spotting a faint red mark on Margarita's left cheek. He reached out his hand and faintly touched the mark "Margarita, what happened?" he asked, putting his hand away.
Margarita let out small words in between her crying, but it was hard for them to make it out. Fred gave her a bottle of water "Drink up, sweetie. It'll be easier for us to understand you". Margarita finished the last sip "Lorne, he...he hit me". Wesley's eyes became set with a hint of shock and a bit of anger. Fred slowly shook her head in dissapointment. Wesley thought that the only thing he could do now was to ask Angel for help. Margarita looked like she wasn't capable of anything other than crying. It was the last chance they had. "Fred, will you follow Margarita to Angel's office? I'll go find him and we'll meet you there" to this, Fred nodded and lead Margarita out the door. Wesley went out shortly after them.
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He silently approached the door to Angel's room and knocked faintly three times. "Angel, are you there?" the vampire opened the door in a slight hurry, with a question mark-like facial expression "What's up, Wes?" he questioned, letting his friend into the room. "What I'm about to tell you...might be quite of a shock..." Wesley started "You may want to..." Angel sat down "sit down". Wesley cleared his throat and sat down next to him. "Lorne witnessed something and now he's uh, very mad at Margarita" Angel nodded "It's normal. Those things happens in all relationships" he stated. Like it was the obvious. Wesley shook his head "No. This is different. Angel, I kissed Margarita" Angel turned to him in shock "What?" Wesley turned the other way "Lorne saw everything. He's devastated" Angel somewhat patted his shoulder "How did that happen?" he asked. Wesley sighed and tried to avoid eye contact with his boss "We had a, uh, moment..." he said and fell to complete silence. Angel got up "A moment?! God damn, Wes! You don't kiss a girl when she's with someone else, you just, don't!" he shouted. Wesley turned to him "But, Angel, you did too at some point" Angel calmed down a bit, sitting down again "When did I do that?" he questioned.
"Remember when you had to help Buffy with the last battle?" Wesley asked, Angel gave him a slight 'look' "Yeah" he replied. "You kissed her, even though she was with Spike" Angel sighed, and shortly laughed about the 'Spike' part "Her and Spike were never a real relationship. He didn't have a soul" Wesley turned to Angel with somewhat of seriousness in his eyes. "He got one. And so did you at some point" Angel looked away, speechless, before adding "Well...you know what? That's not even irrelevant. Lorne and Margarita are nothing like me and Buffy" Wesley sighed and turned to Angel with a faint smile "You see, that's were you're wrong. They're exactly like you and Buffy" quick silence filled the room, and Angel realized "Oh god, you're right...wait a minute, I know what we have to do" he said. Wesley moved his sight towards him. Angel's facial expression was as serious as ever "You have to confess your feelings for Fred so that Lorne will learn that you only love her" Wesley fell silent. He looked down, then away, and then at Angel again. "Alright" he said.
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The two men walked into Angel's office, where Fred and Margarita were sitting. Lorne suddenly passed by them by accident. "Lorne!" Angel said. Lorne looked inside "What?" he replied. "Can you come in for a moment? Wesley has a decleration to make" Angel told, putting his arms in cross. "I don't really care..." he whispered, before saying "Go ahead, Wes". Wesley gave him somewhat of a mean look, but didn't let it get through. "Lorne. I just want you to know that I don't feel anything for Margarita and that..." he stopped, looking over at Angel, then at Fred, who looked rather confused. "I love Fred". Fred gasped a bit as she heard this. She was was seemingly flattered and highly embarrassed. She got up "Wesley, I..." she couldn't finish the sentance. Something pulled her back right away. "We'll talk about it later, Fred" Wesley said, faintly smiling. Fred looked at Lorne and then silently nodded in reply. Lorne walked into the room. Margarita were as silent as an oyster. But, she was crying. All the time she had been crying. It was as if not even magic could stop her from it. "You know, Wesley. As much as I want to believe that...I can't. It's done. Me and Margarita are finished" he said.
"What the hell happened to you Lorne?" Angel said quietly. "Could you repeat that, Angelwings?" Lorne questioned. Angel raised his head with a look that could kill "What the hell happened to you?!" he shouted, grabbing Lorne's neck. He pushed him into the wall. "Relax a bit, crumbcake" Lorne said, with an unserious sounding voice. Spike swinged through the door, silently just walking towards Wesley as he realized there was something serious going on. "Why can't you two just make up and let everything become as it were again? Huh? Why?" Angel asked with anger. "Because it's too late" Angel shook his head "No. It's not too late. It will never be" Angel let go of Lorne's neck and walked away from him a bit. "Your love is like me and Buffy. Eternal. If you can't see that, then you are as dumb as...Spike!" Spike gave him a look "Hey! ya, git, I'm smarter than you'd think..." he started "Oh, pipe down, for christ sake!" Angel snapped.
Lorne sighed and looked at Angel with slight sympathy. "I'm sorry, dreamboat, but, I can't forgive her..." Lorne looked at Wesley and pointed at him "I can't forgive him either" Lorne left. And everyone were set in silence. Margarita got up from her chair "You okay, love?" Spike asked. Margarita raised her head. Her eyes were still filled with tears and it was obvious that she had been crying for a long time. "No. I'm not okay, Spike. And I never will be" she said and left the room in the touch of a hurry. Fred was about to go after her, but Wesley pulled her back, shooking his head. Spike looked at Angel "What happened to the two of them?" he asked, with kindness in his voice, Angel turned to him "I'll tell you everything a bit later. But, now we have to focus on the main thing and that is; if they don't get back together I'm sure that Lorne will never be the same again and Margarita will probably end up more hurt than she is at this point, which is almost impossible. They need to be together. It's destiny" Fred nodded to this statement. They all left the room in union.
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The rain was pouring, pouring down. And Margarita were standing at the top of the roof to the former law-building. Killing herself would be the only way that she'd be put out of her misery, she thought. Then, she started to sing. Hoping, just hoping, that Lorne would save her. Lorne was sitting in a bar, sipping his usual Sea Breeze. A part of him was crying, and the other part just felt slight guilt. Suddenly, he noticed something. It was Margarita's song. He could hear her. Probably because they had been closer by heart before. Lorne's eyes widened "She's gonna die".
Running through the hallways of Wolfram & Hart, Lorne desperately tried to find the others, and as soon as he got the hang of Spike they headed of towards the others. Lorne and Spike approached Wesley's office. "Lorne, what are you doing here?" Angel asked. "We have to find Margarita" he said. "Why? So that you can hurt her again? I don't think so" Fred replied sharply. "But, you don't understand! She-" he got cut of, looking into Fred's eyes of seriouness and sadness. "You stay away from her!" she said, almost as a command. "Fredikins, she's on the roof. She's gonna kill herself!" Lorne said in an aid. "What?" Angel turned to him. Spike nodded "It's true. I believe him" he told. The three ran out the room, Lorne and Spike followed.
Opening the door to the roof, everyone got soaked by the minute they stepped outside. Fred gasped as she spotted Margarita on the tip of the roof. "Oh my god..." she said. Wesley put his arm around her "It's gonna be okay, Fred. Stay behind me, okay?" Fred nodded. "Margarita, you don't want to do this" Angel said, trying to slowly approach her. "Pumpkin, I'm sorry!" Lorne said, with tears in his eyes. Margarita turned to them "It doesn't matter. It never will!" she cried. "I never wanted it to go this far!" the green said. "It did, Lorne. It did. And, I know that it's my fault, but it's your fault too" Margarita replied, trembling. The rain was obviously cold, and she wasn't exactly dressed for rainy weather. "Margarita. You know, I always end up hurt..." Lorne started. Margarita gave him a somewhat mad and dissapointed look mixed together "Oh, you're the one that is hurt?. You...! When you died, Lorne, I was hurt! Okay? Me. You don't always get hurt. I'm hurting sometimes too, and right now, you're hurting me, Lorne. So don't you come here and say that you always end up hurt when it strikes the both of us" she explained, looking down the roof, then at the gang again "If you don't believe me when I say I love you, I'll jump. Not having you by my side will kill me eventually, either way..." she said.
"I love you! And, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've listened to you, but, seeing you kissing Wesley made me so mad that...I couldn't think straight. I should be mad at him, not you...and, I'm so sorry, peanut. I didn't want it to go this far" Lorne started, whilst crying. Margarita shed a shiny, visible tear "Neither did I" she replied. "Pumpkin, can't you just stop this and come over here?" Lorne asked softly. She shook her head "No. I've been hurt more than I've ever been in my entire life. And so have you. We can't just smile and pretend everything's fine when clearly, it's not" Margarita explained. Lorne was set speechless for a while, and then added "I might know of somehing that can change your mind" he looked back at Angel and the others, before facing Margarita again. "Sugarcake. Let me sing you a little song..." Margarita raised her head. Lorne started singing as he slowly walked towards her "I'm not a perfect person. There's many things I wish I didn't do, but I continue learning. I never meant to do those things to you, and so I have to say before I go, that I just want you to know. I've found a reason for me, to change who I used to be. A reason to start over new, and the reason is you...I'm sorry that I hurt you, It's something I must live with everyday. And all the pain I put you through, I wish that I could take it all away and be the one who catches all your tears...That's why I need you to hear. I've found a reason for me, to change who I used to be. A reason to start over new, and the reason is you. I'm not a perfect person. I never meant to do those things to you, and so I have to say before I go...that I just want you to know. I've found a reason to show a side of me you didn't know. A reason for all that I do, and the reason is you...".
He looked up at Margarita. There almost wheren't even an inch between them. And she was crying heavily. It was as if she's been crying all her life. She closed her eyes and gasped of frightness, falling into Lorne's arms. In between crying loudly she said "Your voice truly is everything" Lorne smiled, shedding a tear that fell down on Margarita's cheek "I'm so sorry, Margarita. I'm so sorry!" he cried. Margarita heldt thightly onto him, shaking her head "I'm sorry too! I love you!" she cried. Lorne nodded "I love you too!" he cried in reply. Wesley was smiling, looking at the two. He was holding Fred as she was crying. Crying of happiness, of course. Seeing Lorne and Margarita together again made her happier than ever, but knowing that Wesley loved her made her even more happy than that. Spike and Angel both stood proudly by the side, somewhat half-smiling at the couple. They felt slightly alone, but were relieved nothing went wrong and that everything's back to normal. Well, at least, as normal as it can get at Wolfram & Hart, that is...
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Lorne and Margarita woke up next to each other the day after. "I'm so sorry..." Lorne started. Margarita touched his cheek "We're over that, Lorne. We can't keep on thinking back to yesterday's event. We have to move on, baby" she told. Lorne nodded in reply "Yeah, I know that. But, If I wasn't that stubborn, stupid and overreacting yesterday you wouldn't have gone that far, and I'm so sorry for that" he told. "Apology accepted. I regret a lot of things I've done too, but now we have to look at the postive, and besides, Fred said that it was a slight chance we weren't ourselves yesterday because of the abnormal circumstances in town. So, it might've been spirits possesing us, but letting us feel what they felt either way" Margarita explained, smiling. Lorne nodded "Yeah. I deeply hope so" he said, and kissed her. Margarita grinned "Can I feel your heartbeat?" Lorne smiled brightly "Of course" they chuckled.
Chapter Four. End.