Angelic Slayer
Daydream Believer
Title: Duty Calls
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes you just can't explain why we do the things we do. We just hold on and seek small comforts where we can, no matter how far away they may seem.
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Timeline: Takes place in ATS season 5, sometime after "Damage" but before "A Hole in the World", no Nina. (Post Chosen, BTVS).
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and co.
Distribution: Please ask first!
Angel sat at the large desk, trying to focus on the mound of papers before him. He knew that taking over Wolfram and Hart wouldn't be easy, but as the days went by he found it more and more difficult to cope with the management of the company (as well as his ever-growing conscience for taking over in the first place). It was what he needed to do, he knew that, but in doing so he seemed to have lost any outside connections and friendships, and even now as he uttered the proclamation that they were doing "˜real good here' he didn't believe it himself. All they were doing was keeping Wolfram and Hart's darker plans at bay, but even that he was unsure of, a part of him couldn't help but feel like a puppet (non-literally of course) to them, and the fact that they had allowed him to take over in the first place, was almost enough to convince him that this was all a part of their plans. He and his crew weren't keeping them under control anymore than they were before, he may be able to fool others into thinking he had all the power in this company, but in reality, he knew that they were still playing their game, and that the senior partners had the real control.
Sighing, he looked out to the sunny city of LA, sunlight was one of the things he missed most about being human, but even now he couldn't will himself to take any joy in its warmth. He could finally stand in the sunlight and all he'd had to do was make a deal with the devil, and go against all the principles he had once held so dear. Betray all the others who fought on their side, and what their destinies; the lives that they had unwillingly devoted to fighting evil, stood for. Somehow, sunlight didn't seem like such a gift after all. It was more a constant reminder of the life he had forced himself and his friends into, one that he was having more than a few doubts about. Suppressing the urge to simply throw himself out the windows and finally end this internal debate, Angel shook his head and returned to his paperwork, doing his best to concentrate on the words before him.
Then he felt it; a small tingling starting at his spine and working its way up his back, echoing through his soul. He could faintly hear his secretary arguing with someone, before the doors to his office were slowly opened, revealing a familiar blonde. Angel immediately stood, surprised and perplexed by her sudden appearance. She looked just as she had in Sunnydale, only her spirit gave off an immediate sense of freedom, and although she was about to face an army of demons last he saw her, she may have looked even more tired now.
Wordlessly, she treaded across the room and wrapped her arms around his waist, pillowing her head against his chest and letting out a contented sigh. Angel carefully wrapped his strong arms around her petite frame and looked down at her questioningly.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly, unconsciously stroking her blonde locks.
"Bad day." He heard her mumble, not bothering to look up at him.
"Bad day?" he echoed sceptically.
She nodded, snuggling her face further into his chest.
"Got a headache."
Angel raised an eyebrow.
"You drove to the airport, hopped on a plane for a seventeen hour flight which I'm guessing you didn't sleep through, took a cab here, and fought your way past security because you had a bad day that gave you a headache?" he asked, trying not to let it sound harsh.
Buffy yawned, giving him a nod.
"Mmm hmm." She said sleepily.
Angel gave her a small smile and laid his head atop of hers, letting out a contented sigh.
"Okay."
The two lovers stood there silently, both taking much-needed comfort in the other's warm embrace. Each let out a sigh, allowing the stresses of the day to melt away, leaving only the two of them in their own calming world; their souls silently rejoicing at their reunion.
Maybe life wasn't so bad after all.
The End.
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Title: Calls Answered
Rating: PG
Summary: Sequel to "Duty Calls". Silence: it can be unbearable or joyous, quiet or deafening. Know where to look, and it carries more meaning than a thousand words.
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Timeline: Post "Not Fade Away", no Immortal.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and co.
Buffy sat in the kitchen of her small Italian apartment, slipping her now cold coffee. It had been months since she had moved to the strange city of Rome, she had seen the sights, ate the food, even picked up a bit of Italian phrases here and there, but even so, she couldn't help but feel as though something was missing. The people were friendly enough, she had a nice place to live and a steady income thanks to the newly-formed Council (minus the watchers), she didn't have to worry about destiny and prophecies anymore (or at least not for a while), but still there was something- something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Empty holes in her life wasn't why she was up at this inhumanly hour of the night (or morning, given the mere hour she had until sunrise), sipping old coffee in her hello-kitty pjs instead of sleeping like any sane person would be. No, tonight it was different from usual, something was happening, something big. Why or where, she had no idea.
It had started early this morning (Italy time) and had been with her ever since, the feeling that she seemed to get before heading into a great battle, that darkness that the slayer within her picked up each and every time the world was threatened by a great evil force. Only this time, she wasn't fighting for her life. But someone else was. And the feeling that accompanied her slayer-sense was old yet familiar at the same time. She had only felt it once before.
And it scared her.
She remembered in vivid detail when she had came to his LA offices to see him last. She still wasn't sure what had possessed her to hop on that plane, but when she had arrived home that night tired and with a headache she immediately thought of him, desperately seeking the comfort only he could provide. As crazy as it was, the feeling as he embraced her without question had been an amazing relief, and her headache had disappeared. The stresses of the day just melted away, as he somehow soothed her every ache and gave her a sense of protection, like"¦. Home.
After their small exchange he had mumbled something into his intercom and carried her to the elevator, through his penthouse, and to his bedroom, where he'd laid her on his bed ever so carefully, like she was some fragile treasure. He'd slipped off her jacket, socks, and shoes, before doing the same and crawling to the large bed beside her, sighing contently she cuddled into his embrace, where the two of them slept peacefully for hours.
They had awoken late the next day wordlessly, lying in each other's arms for another hour before neither could justify their "˜heavenly denial' any longer. They redressed and headed out to the airport, where because of the late time of night, Angel had managed to drive her, and even as she bought her ticket and heard her flight called, neither had yet to say a word. They shared the sweetest of kisses before he whispered words of love in her ear and let her board her flight, her love and gratitude shining through her eyes as she left. In all the silence they had experience for those few hours, she learned more about him than she had in the past five years.
That was the last she'd seen or heard of him, the small yet soothing memory that had managed to bring a smile and relief to her for the past few months. But today was different. She could feel something that despite her calm façade, terrified her to the very soul. Angel was in trouble, not just everyday demon trouble- big trouble. She could feel it, his fears and doubts, the danger that no doubt surrounded him, the knowledge that he might not live to see another day"¦ she had only felt something even remotely like this six years ago, and as a result, he had spent hundreds of years in a hell dimension at her hand.
She had received no phone call, no letters, no messengers to say goodbye or asking for help. Just silence. The almost unbearable silence that had lurked in her home for close to 24 hours now, in a strange way it was almost deafening.
She hadn't dared turn on her television or radio, or contact one of her many friends in California who would undoubtedly know what was happening. She could tell on her own that this was huge, and if she saw it- or heard it, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from flying there on the first plane she could. And she knew he didn't want that, it had been a silent request when he hadn't phoned, one that seemed to speak volumes. He wanted her to stay in Rome; out of the line of fire, and if that's what he wanted, then she had to be strong.
So she sat in her small kitchen, her tired hand clutching her mug, exhausted, yet wide-awake at the same time. Then she heard it, the faintest of knocks at her front door; wearily she waked through the halls and opened the door, revealing a familiar figure in the shadows.
She smiled and held out her arms for him, he gratefully came forward and leaned into her embrace, curling his arms around her he let out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding, allowing his tired eyes to fall closed for a moment.
"You're hurt." She whispered after a few moments of silence, regarding the many injuries that no doubt cover his body.
He chuckled, bringing her closer to him.
"Bad day."
Buffy gave a tired laugh, closing her eyes against him.
"Oh?" she inquired softly, relieved to have him here and in one piece.
She felt him nod against her shoulder.
"Got a heartbeat."
She said nothing for several minutes, unmoving. Then she raised her lips to his and they met in a passion-filled kiss, love and pure joy pouring into her being: Buffy had found her missing piece once again. She pulled away, offering him a small smile before leading him to her bedroom to get cleaned up, and some much deserved rest for them both.
And nothing more was said that night.
Sometimes actions spoke louder than words.
The End.
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Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes you just can't explain why we do the things we do. We just hold on and seek small comforts where we can, no matter how far away they may seem.
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Timeline: Takes place in ATS season 5, sometime after "Damage" but before "A Hole in the World", no Nina. (Post Chosen, BTVS).
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and co.
Distribution: Please ask first!
Duty Calls
Angel sat at the large desk, trying to focus on the mound of papers before him. He knew that taking over Wolfram and Hart wouldn't be easy, but as the days went by he found it more and more difficult to cope with the management of the company (as well as his ever-growing conscience for taking over in the first place). It was what he needed to do, he knew that, but in doing so he seemed to have lost any outside connections and friendships, and even now as he uttered the proclamation that they were doing "˜real good here' he didn't believe it himself. All they were doing was keeping Wolfram and Hart's darker plans at bay, but even that he was unsure of, a part of him couldn't help but feel like a puppet (non-literally of course) to them, and the fact that they had allowed him to take over in the first place, was almost enough to convince him that this was all a part of their plans. He and his crew weren't keeping them under control anymore than they were before, he may be able to fool others into thinking he had all the power in this company, but in reality, he knew that they were still playing their game, and that the senior partners had the real control.
Sighing, he looked out to the sunny city of LA, sunlight was one of the things he missed most about being human, but even now he couldn't will himself to take any joy in its warmth. He could finally stand in the sunlight and all he'd had to do was make a deal with the devil, and go against all the principles he had once held so dear. Betray all the others who fought on their side, and what their destinies; the lives that they had unwillingly devoted to fighting evil, stood for. Somehow, sunlight didn't seem like such a gift after all. It was more a constant reminder of the life he had forced himself and his friends into, one that he was having more than a few doubts about. Suppressing the urge to simply throw himself out the windows and finally end this internal debate, Angel shook his head and returned to his paperwork, doing his best to concentrate on the words before him.
Then he felt it; a small tingling starting at his spine and working its way up his back, echoing through his soul. He could faintly hear his secretary arguing with someone, before the doors to his office were slowly opened, revealing a familiar blonde. Angel immediately stood, surprised and perplexed by her sudden appearance. She looked just as she had in Sunnydale, only her spirit gave off an immediate sense of freedom, and although she was about to face an army of demons last he saw her, she may have looked even more tired now.
Wordlessly, she treaded across the room and wrapped her arms around his waist, pillowing her head against his chest and letting out a contented sigh. Angel carefully wrapped his strong arms around her petite frame and looked down at her questioningly.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly, unconsciously stroking her blonde locks.
"Bad day." He heard her mumble, not bothering to look up at him.
"Bad day?" he echoed sceptically.
She nodded, snuggling her face further into his chest.
"Got a headache."
Angel raised an eyebrow.
"You drove to the airport, hopped on a plane for a seventeen hour flight which I'm guessing you didn't sleep through, took a cab here, and fought your way past security because you had a bad day that gave you a headache?" he asked, trying not to let it sound harsh.
Buffy yawned, giving him a nod.
"Mmm hmm." She said sleepily.
Angel gave her a small smile and laid his head atop of hers, letting out a contented sigh.
"Okay."
The two lovers stood there silently, both taking much-needed comfort in the other's warm embrace. Each let out a sigh, allowing the stresses of the day to melt away, leaving only the two of them in their own calming world; their souls silently rejoicing at their reunion.
Maybe life wasn't so bad after all.
The End.
Edit:
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: popcorn:
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Title: Calls Answered
Rating: PG
Summary: Sequel to "Duty Calls". Silence: it can be unbearable or joyous, quiet or deafening. Know where to look, and it carries more meaning than a thousand words.
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Timeline: Post "Not Fade Away", no Immortal.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and co.
Calls Answered
Buffy sat in the kitchen of her small Italian apartment, slipping her now cold coffee. It had been months since she had moved to the strange city of Rome, she had seen the sights, ate the food, even picked up a bit of Italian phrases here and there, but even so, she couldn't help but feel as though something was missing. The people were friendly enough, she had a nice place to live and a steady income thanks to the newly-formed Council (minus the watchers), she didn't have to worry about destiny and prophecies anymore (or at least not for a while), but still there was something- something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Empty holes in her life wasn't why she was up at this inhumanly hour of the night (or morning, given the mere hour she had until sunrise), sipping old coffee in her hello-kitty pjs instead of sleeping like any sane person would be. No, tonight it was different from usual, something was happening, something big. Why or where, she had no idea.
It had started early this morning (Italy time) and had been with her ever since, the feeling that she seemed to get before heading into a great battle, that darkness that the slayer within her picked up each and every time the world was threatened by a great evil force. Only this time, she wasn't fighting for her life. But someone else was. And the feeling that accompanied her slayer-sense was old yet familiar at the same time. She had only felt it once before.
And it scared her.
She remembered in vivid detail when she had came to his LA offices to see him last. She still wasn't sure what had possessed her to hop on that plane, but when she had arrived home that night tired and with a headache she immediately thought of him, desperately seeking the comfort only he could provide. As crazy as it was, the feeling as he embraced her without question had been an amazing relief, and her headache had disappeared. The stresses of the day just melted away, as he somehow soothed her every ache and gave her a sense of protection, like"¦. Home.
After their small exchange he had mumbled something into his intercom and carried her to the elevator, through his penthouse, and to his bedroom, where he'd laid her on his bed ever so carefully, like she was some fragile treasure. He'd slipped off her jacket, socks, and shoes, before doing the same and crawling to the large bed beside her, sighing contently she cuddled into his embrace, where the two of them slept peacefully for hours.
They had awoken late the next day wordlessly, lying in each other's arms for another hour before neither could justify their "˜heavenly denial' any longer. They redressed and headed out to the airport, where because of the late time of night, Angel had managed to drive her, and even as she bought her ticket and heard her flight called, neither had yet to say a word. They shared the sweetest of kisses before he whispered words of love in her ear and let her board her flight, her love and gratitude shining through her eyes as she left. In all the silence they had experience for those few hours, she learned more about him than she had in the past five years.
That was the last she'd seen or heard of him, the small yet soothing memory that had managed to bring a smile and relief to her for the past few months. But today was different. She could feel something that despite her calm façade, terrified her to the very soul. Angel was in trouble, not just everyday demon trouble- big trouble. She could feel it, his fears and doubts, the danger that no doubt surrounded him, the knowledge that he might not live to see another day"¦ she had only felt something even remotely like this six years ago, and as a result, he had spent hundreds of years in a hell dimension at her hand.
She had received no phone call, no letters, no messengers to say goodbye or asking for help. Just silence. The almost unbearable silence that had lurked in her home for close to 24 hours now, in a strange way it was almost deafening.
She hadn't dared turn on her television or radio, or contact one of her many friends in California who would undoubtedly know what was happening. She could tell on her own that this was huge, and if she saw it- or heard it, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from flying there on the first plane she could. And she knew he didn't want that, it had been a silent request when he hadn't phoned, one that seemed to speak volumes. He wanted her to stay in Rome; out of the line of fire, and if that's what he wanted, then she had to be strong.
So she sat in her small kitchen, her tired hand clutching her mug, exhausted, yet wide-awake at the same time. Then she heard it, the faintest of knocks at her front door; wearily she waked through the halls and opened the door, revealing a familiar figure in the shadows.
She smiled and held out her arms for him, he gratefully came forward and leaned into her embrace, curling his arms around her he let out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding, allowing his tired eyes to fall closed for a moment.
"You're hurt." She whispered after a few moments of silence, regarding the many injuries that no doubt cover his body.
He chuckled, bringing her closer to him.
"Bad day."
Buffy gave a tired laugh, closing her eyes against him.
"Oh?" she inquired softly, relieved to have him here and in one piece.
She felt him nod against her shoulder.
"Got a heartbeat."
She said nothing for several minutes, unmoving. Then she raised her lips to his and they met in a passion-filled kiss, love and pure joy pouring into her being: Buffy had found her missing piece once again. She pulled away, offering him a small smile before leading him to her bedroom to get cleaned up, and some much deserved rest for them both.
And nothing more was said that night.
Sometimes actions spoke louder than words.
The End.
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