By: VanessaSky
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon Lucky Bastard, and uh don't sue for the title.
Distribution: Want, Take, let me know you Have
Paring: Buffy/Angel
Rating: pg-14
Spoilers: btvs S7 plus you might want to read The Good-bye Girl.
Summary: Buffy needs milk.
an: Thanks to all who gave me feedback, and here's the sequel you requested.
Feedback: it would be welcomed in any form.
So this is it. I must admit I'm not surprised. It screams Angel.
After we loaded up, and I was done saying my good-byes, we drove to LA. Drove to the hotel to let him know the second front was no longer needed. That the evil was no longer needed.
We dropped those off who requested it. Rona wanted off at the nearest bus station. She had a sick mother she left behind. Most of the other girls stayed. Really not having anything else better to do. Or to go.
We set up shop in the hotel which oddly seemed to be deserted, and did just what we said we would do. Dawn, Willow, and Kennedy went shopping. Faith took a nap with Robin. Although I really don't think they went to sleep.
Xander and Andrew went to go talk privately about Anya, and I believe it or not, went out hunting. Giles told me to be careful when we dropped him off at the airport. He knew what I was going back to. He didn't mind.
So I followed my old, old trails and tried to find something to kill. I guess it would be fitting somehow that I found what I was looking for attacking my glass of milk. He was doing pretty good actually, the demon wasn't even that big. But it did shoot mucus through it's nose.
I probably should have said something.
But it was funnier that I didn't.
"What are you doing here?" he asked me while wiping demon mucus off his cheek. I giggled, what he was covered in blue goo. "Not saving the handsome souled one in distress, that's for sure."
He too laughed, "You know me, not one for the being oh no wait I'm am handsome aren't I." I quirked and eyebrow. "Smug." He shrugged.
"So I'm guessing by the you standing here in your alive form, we won." I looked down. "We did." He followed my gaze as I stared at my feet. "So why isn't there a party in Buffytown."
Now it was my turn to shrug. "No more town to party in." He looked confused, and I continued. "It sort of got swallowed, whole." He started to laugh, and I looked up a scowl on my face. "I always knew you'd blow that town away." I laughed too.
And then I cried. Hard.
He immediately pulled me to his chest and held me as the sobs tore through me. And I clung to him as hard as I could.
Time passed, so much in fact that I didn't even realize we switched locations. I probably fell asleep. I got lost in the warmth of Angel's embrace. It took me awhile to remember where I was.
I was in a room, a bedroom, to better describe it, and it was curtain free. Which wouldn't have bothered me expect for the rising sun that was hitting Angel's lickablely bare chest.
Sun. Angel. No big pile of dust. I almost for a second let myself remember Spike saying those words. But I couldn't go there. Not right now. "It's the window's" he said cryptically. "They are sun proof." I oohed in understanding, and walked over to him.
"You look good in direct light if I remember." His face was a mask of emotions. "I'm glad you remember." And that's all we needed to say for that part of the conversation.
"So what's wrong, why if you saved the world, are you so upset?" I curled into his lap, and he put his arms protectively around me. "I'm a cookie."
I felt him vibrate against me as he laughed softly. "And after that big speech in the cemetery, what's wrong with being a cookie?"
I looked up at him as I had a hundred time's before this early morning. Showing him with just one look what he meant to me. "I need some milk."
He looked at me very confused. He seemed to question it for a moment, and then he understood. "Would this be the looking down the road part?" He looked back at me with the same intensity. "Yeah it would."
He looked over the top of my head to the upcoming sun. I turned my gaze with his, and watched the majestic swirls of purples, and blues mix with reds, and oranges. Watched as the sun rose before our eyes, gracing us with it's presence.
He took a deep unneeded breath. And I knew what was coming next.
"Am I the glass of milk?" I didn't move, I didn't even breathe. "Can I be?" I began to cry again. But not the kind of tears that make you forget. These made me remember, they made me happy.
I turned in his arms, and pressed my lips to his. The kiss is what made me forget. I loved that part.
So the good-bye girl became the cookie she wanted to be, and enjoyed her cookie life with a tall glass of handsome milk. It was a match even the powers wouldn't mess with.
The one girl in all the world was no longer the only girl. And the one souled vampire became first in a list of only two. So it was different, it felt different. It wasn't how it used to be. It used to be bad. She had already said good-bye to used to be.
Over the years promises had been made. Back then they seemed impossible to make well, possible. But that was then. The world had changed. The people had changed. And even in the end, when those who stood by and watched where only given a glimpse of that future that lay ahead, they still wanted it to be forever.
And the final time it was.
The time when the cookie shared herself with the milk. And the milk got little clumps of cookie in it. They didn't mind this time. They where together. Bound. Forever.
That was the whole point.
End
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