The Crying Game
Round 1


by:  VanessaSky
disclaimer:  Joss Whedon lucky bastard
distribution:  my site, Amnesia, anybody else want, take, let me know you have.
paring:  b/a, a/c, b/gun
rating:  r
summary:   Happily Even After seemed nice, but shit happens.
spoilers:  years after Chosen and Home assuming that Buffy became a cookie and her and human Angel tried for that Happily Ever After. 
an:  I'm confused and I get hit with a new idea seems like every minute.  So forgive the slowness of What It Was Before it will be finished soon.
feedback:  It's what makes my world go round.  Please let me know what you think.
I always thought that no matter the death, or the lies, or the pain, or the way we changed, nothing would effect the way I loved him.

I have loved him the same way for so long, I wouldn't know how to love anything else the same if my life depended on it.  And that being said is enough. 

I never ever believed he could feel any different either.  We where always so sync with our connections, and the way we just knew about the other that I never thought anything human or otherwise could change that.

Until Cordelia Chase woke up. 

Everybody said it was a miracle.  In a coma for over 4 years, and not one sign that this was coming.  A blessing straight from the powers. 

Angel thought she hung the moon when she returned.  Oh of course I was still around.  But it was more for cannon fodder.  I took up the space he needed to maintain his balance. 

I was his link to the human world. She was his link to the mystical.  I'll sometimes try to remember when everything changed.
Around the time that Fred and Wesley went backpacking around Europe, and Lorne tried Broadway, was when he got bored with me. 

It wasn't like it was a big hidden secret.  I could smell her perfume on his skin when he came home and made love to me.  I guess he wanted to wash her out of his system before morning.

Fucking her all the time must have been difficult.  But a challenge that he was up to. 

So, I thought hey two can play that game.  You want to fuck your precious Cordelia.  You little goddess can fuck Gunn til the sun shines.  And I did.  Whenever I thought that he might be seeing her more often I would step up my sessions with Gunn.

And what a stallion he is.  That man could go for hours.  But that's not the point. 

Gunn never asked and I never said why we did the things we did.  In some ways Fred cheated on him, so he and I related on that level.  I wanted so much for the things that Gunn, and I did to be justified in some way. 

But I felt wrong letting another man touch me when my heart still belonged to Angel.  Oh sure, I still loved him.  Even when I came home one night after being out with Willow, to hear him fucking her into the desk in his office.

That was what hurt the most for me.  I never brought Gunn into our bed.  But I am willing to bet Angel brought her there more than once.  I went up to our room that night and calmly sat on the bed.  I could hear them even all the way up in our room.  I told myself I wouldn't cry, but that was a lie.
I packed a bag so I wouldn't have to do it trying to leave, and telling him so at the same time.  I heard him climb the stairs, and stop at our door.  He could feel me inside the room, and I was wondering what his excuse would be this time.

He opened the door, and stepped inside.  He looked up with mock shock on his face.  "Bu-Buffy what are you doing here?  I thought you where out with Willow tonight."  His voice wavered, and I wanted so much to believe that he hated what he did with her as much as I did.

I didn't say anything as I picked up my bag, and grabbed my purse.  I was almost all the way to the door when he asked me the question I never wanted to answer. 

"Are you coming back?"  He seriously wanted to know if he could get away with this one last thing as I had forgave him for so many things before.

"Would you come back to me if I did all the things you've done with her?"  I really wanted to know if we where switched would he take me back.  If I started all this with Gunn, and he countered it with Cordelia.  Would he take me back? 

He didn't say anything, and neither did I as I walked out the door.  I walked down the front stairs and out the double doors.  I walked out of his life that night. 

And I haven't been back since.

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