Always
by Katie_2
Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor do I claim to. I'm not Joss or the WB, or Fox, or Mutant Enemy, or...(Fill in the blank.) Just a bored teenager with a tiresome job that pays next to nothing. Oh, and the song is "Always" by Bon Jovi.
Content/Spoiler warnings: (The oracles are alive.) Also, a little IWRY and "To Shanshu in LA." I'd say it's a mild PG-13. If you watch the show you're golden.
Author's notes: This is my first attempt at Buffy/Angel, and in my humble opinion it isn't up to par with the excellent stories that are at this archive. But I'm posting it none the less, and I would love to hear what you think. I have it finished, so I'll post it all if I get postive feedback. And sorry about the cliche-y-ness of this story.
Part One
This Romeo is bleedin’
But you can’t see his blood
It’s nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
“Wesley, we have do something about Mr. Cranky Pants in there,” said Cordelia, twirling her hair around her fingers.
“What do you suggest we do?”
“I don’t know. Something. I just want to know what happened to him all the sudden. He’s been super angsty lately, and considering he’s probably THE most depressed person on the planet...”
“Cordelia, keep it down,” Wesley glanced quickly sideways through the glass into Angel’s new office, hoping that he hadn’t overheard their conversation. It was a popular topic of discussion lately.
“Maybe we should continue this later,” he
suggested.
“Fine, but if he poofs himself, I am holding you one-hundred percent at fault. And you’re gonna have to tell Buffy. There’s no way in hell I’m going to do that.”
They thought I couldn’t hear them when they talked about me. Not that it really mattered. It was a nice thought, knowing that they cared. It was probably one of the only nice thoughts I’d had in a while that didn’t torture the hell out of me. It had been god knows how long since my twenty-four hours in heaven, and I just couldn’t get it off my mind. Even when I was working, I could see it in the back of my mind.
That day I had everything I’d always wanted, and the only thing I had ever needed. I had my life, I had the sun, I had food, I felt pain, I felt my heart beating in my chest for the first time in two-hundred and forty plus years, but none of that compared to the feeling of having her. Of holding her. Of making love to her without worries or repercussions. I got to see her in the one place I wanted to the most. In the sunlight. One time she said that she didn’t look good in direct light, trying to make me feel better. Sweet, but that’s Buffy.
Out on that pier she looked more beautiful than the human language has words to describe. Saying that she looked like a goddess would only skim the surface. I had often tried to find a word that would describe her beauty, but I never could find one.
When the oracles told me that she would die, I knew right away that I couldn’t let that happen. All of the things that we did together would have haunted me if I had ignored the oracles and she died as a result. So I made up my mind. And then suddenly it never happened. She walked away from me without knowing a thing, just seconds after she had been clinging to my shoulder, telling me that she would never forget. And she was still angry with me. The oracles asked me if I could handle the burden of carrying the memories of that day, and I was sure that I could. That I could look back on it with...I don’t know. But thinking about it all the time was unbearable. That was the life that we deserved together. The lives that we were leading were nothing in comparison. Nothing mattered in my life. Without Buffy, nothing else mattered.
Part Two Forthcoming
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