| Title: Not My Girl Author: Ana Disclaimer: If I owned Buffy and Angel they would be where they deserve.... in each others arms. They're Joss's, Fury's, etc. Rating: PG -13, I don't really know. It's pure fluff. Spoilers: None. Timeline: This takes place before Sanctuary(AtS) and The Yoko Factor(BtVS) Couplings: B/A, always. Summary: What did Buffy tell Riley about Angel? Riley's POV. Author's note: I have issues with The Yoko Factor, I admit it but even though I don't like Riley's character I love his line : "She doesn't love me." And just let me say: DUH! Contrary to what you may think after reading this I believe people have a special connection to their high school sweetheart. Since I'm just leaving high school (hopefully) my opinion is a little impartial but about Buffy and Angel: I think it's most important the fact that they are each other's first love and no one gets over that. (Do they? For my sake I hope so). Feedback: Please send it to BAalways@msn.com ....................................................................................................................... "Faith...she wasn't always like that. We were actually a sort of friends for a while. One night when we were patrolling she...she killed a man." I widen a little not being able to imagine Buffy friends with someone like that, much less a slayer murdering someone. But then again after everything that happened I admit things like that don't surprise me quite a much as I once would have thought. "Angel and I..." She stops in mid-sentence and I recognize the look on her face. I don't know why but sometimes, out of the blue, she freezes in the middle of an action or of a word and gets tat half-panicked, half-faraway look. In those moments I feel like nothing can touch her, wherever she is, but as suddenly as it happens she blinks and puts a bright smile. Every now and then it wavers but it's a smile nevertheless. "Angel?" I ask all of a sudden remembering the name is vaguely familiar. And once again she looks at me and I have the distinct feeling she?s not seeing me. "Ex-boyfriend." Okay, not excepting that one. But come on how important is a high school romance? And what kind of name is 'Angel' for a guy? "We tried to help her but she betrayed us. I put her in a coma after she tried to kill him. That's why I have to go to LA, to help him. To stop her." Sure I can understand that. It's not like I have a reason to be insecure. Jealous? Hell yes. Insecure? No way. "What happened with you two? " "We fought. She fell. She went into a coma. End of story." "I meant with Angel." "Oh." She looks away from me and goes to stand by the window, just staring. For a moment it looks like she won't tell me anything until I hear her take a deep breath and see her put her arms around herself. "He left town. He would lose his soul if he had stayed." "Lose his soul?" What a preposterous idea. "A person doesn't..." All of a sudden I shut up because a thought comes to my mind. Something that can't be true. No. Not Buffy. She would never... "He's a vampire. He was cursed with a soul about a century ago. He's...he isn't like any other vampire. He does good and not because he has to but because he chooses to. He has a beautiful soul." She says, half-whispering the last part. But there's also a cold note to her tone . Whether it's towards him or to protect herself from something... I don't know. I don't want to know. I can't help but frown at the emotions clear in her voice. Wonder? Respect? Adoration? Towards a vampire? "A soul he would lose if he had a moment of true happiness. Because he didn't want to hurt anyone he left. " "It seems you cared for him." She rapidly turns to me with an expression I have never seen on her. She seems so...broken? Is that it? But why? "Yes," she whispers in a hoarse voice. There's no: "I did but it's in the past," nor a: "He was a good friend, but you have nothing to worry about." She just stands there. "I better leave now. I still have to go by Giles's house. Will you be okay?" "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. But be careful." She nods absently and gives me a quick kiss before leaving without a glance backwards. Now I know why occasionally she stares at something or takes a deep breath that seems to suffocate her. She may be my girlfriend and I may love her more than anything, but now I know. She's not my girl, never was and probably never will be. She's his... The End. |