by: VanessaSky
disclaimer: Joss Whedon lucky bastard
distribution: my site, anybody else want, take, let me know you have
paring: b/a, mentions b/s
rating: pg-14
summary: He's her everything.
an: The scene after Spike becomes human in Soul Purpose, where Angel is like the mail person made me cry. I mean it was very depressing. So I thought I'd go about fixing it. Just a short fluffy fic. The scene between Spike and Buffy in Angel's bed during his dream didn't happen.
spoilers: Ats S5 Soul Purpose
feedback: This is NOT the Zoo, PLEASE feed the author.
I walk out of my office listening to the sounds of everybody cheering for Spike. My shirt is too tight and I feel constricted, but that is the least of my problems.
I lost to Spike again. Because he's better than me. Everybody knows it, look around. Spike's the hero here, not me. "Psst...Angel"
I begin to push the mail cart down the hallway, because that is my destiny. To deliver the mail. That's all I'm good for. "Psst...Angel." What is that noise?
"Psst...Angel. Over here." I leave the mail cart in the middle of the hallway, hoping somebody will trip over it, and walk into the office the noise is coming from.
There sitting on the couch in the middle of the room is my world. My Buffy. "Angel sweetie, come here." She stands up and I've never seen her look more beautiful. She has on this beautiful emerald green dress with golden flecks that perfectly match her eyes.
It touches the floor and slits up one side. Her hair is falling down around her like a halo, I swear she looks like an angel. "Angel baby, your tie is all messed up."
She walks over and fixes my tie, paying careful attention to detail. She wants it to look perfect. "Baby why don't you come sit down? It's so lonely in here."
I go and sit with her on the couch and she snuggles into my side. I can't help but wonder what it is she's doing in here with me when somebody so much better is in the office two doors down.
"Why aren't you with Spike? He's the hero here not me. He's the champion. He just was made human. Why don't you go be with him?" She pouts, and I can't believe how much I've missed it.
"You don't want me anymore?" Her eyes well with tears, and I feel even worse. "No baby that's not it, that's not it at all. I just...Spike is everybody's hero, so why aren't you with him?"
She smiles at me then, her tears fading fast. "Because silly, he's not my hero, and he's not my champion. You are." I am shocked. Buffy, my Buffy thinks I'm her hero.
"Why?" I can't stop the word from coming out. How can she expect so much of me, doesn't she know I'll mess up? "Because your my everything. I'm your girl remember? I don't love Spike. I love you. Your wonderful. So good, and kind. You help people. And you love me."
It's all happening so fast. "Angel baby you got something on your shirt. I'm going to have to clean it now. You really should be more careful." I look down to see the monster on my stomach.
I wake up in my room, and I knew I must be dreaming. But I look down only to see that the monster is real. I pull it off quickly and smash it into the wall.
Shaking off the feelings of worthlessness I turn my bedside lamp on. Maybe I should move slower. I take the phone and dial the numbers I memorized a couple of months ago.
That was the last I'd heard.
"Hey Buffy."
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