[ange] a blaze of glory
Title: A Blaze of Glory
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Characters: Willow Rosenberg, Angel, Spike, Illyria
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Angel belongs to Joss Whedon and company.
Prompts: Written for rua1412 who wanted to see Spike/Illyria, Willow/Angel and the prompt of “blaze of glory.” (It’s not as shippy as it could have been.)
Notes: Set during Season Five of Angel.
Summary: Willow shows up when Angel and company are fighting Wolfram & Hart’s forces.
Word Count: 525
There’s a dragon flying in the night sky of Los Angeles and the scent of blood and death is heavy in the air. Willow fears that she is too late but she quickly finds a blue-haired woman who strangely resembles Fred standing over a very wounded Spike while Angel still swings a sword just as the dragon swoops down upon them. Her heart is in her mouth as she watches Angel behead the dragon and suddenly she is galvanized into action.
Spells roll off of her tongue as she helps Angel and the blue-haired woman smite the army that surrounds them. When the battle is over, she manages one last spell that transports them to the dusty lobby of the abandoned Hyperion. She collapses in Angel’s arms and doesn’t wake for three days.
When she awakes she finds that she is in Angel’s old room with the blue-haired woman sitting at the foot of her bed.
“You knew Fred.”
The words are somehow both emotionless and full of emotion at the same time.
“Yes,” Willow replies, her voice hoarse.
“You remind me of the Old Ones.”
“O-old Ones?”
“God-Kings like I once was. Spike says that you are a very powerful witch.”
“I am,” Willow softly replies.
“And you helped to avenge Wesley and Gunn.”
“W-wesley,” Willow stammers, realizing that she doesn’t remember seeing him in the alley.
“Enough Illyria,” Angel commands from the doorway.
Willow watches as Illyria cocks her head to the right and stares at Angel before she stands. The movements are alien and almost reptilian in nature.
“I only wish to understand the blaze of glory that Spike told me of,” Illyria says.
“Then ask him,” Angel growls.
Illyria nods at him before she starts to leave the room. At the doorway, she turns and faces Willow once again.
“Thank you.”
Illyria’s words are emotionless but for a brief moment, Willow can see the blue hair fade into a familiar brown. Before she can say anything, Illyria has walked away. Angel sits down on the bed beside Willow, his eyes gentle as his hand covers her own.
“How did you know?” Angel asks.
“I don’t think that I can really explain it. But I was on another plane of existence and then suddenly I felt your need. One moment I was in one plane searching for an item for Buffy and Giles and then the next I was standing in an alleyway watching you take on a dragon,” Willow explains.
Angel nods at her as his thumb rubs along the top of her hand and they sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments.
“Thank you, Willow,” Angel says.
Willow sleepily sighs at his words. She wants to tell him that she feels an intense connection to him, one that she wants to explore. But she knows that now is not the time, not when she’s still feeling weak from the fight. When Angel starts to stand, Willow grasps his hand.
“Please stay,” Willow asks.
Angel sinks down on the bed again and pulls her into his arms. For the first time in a very long time, Willow feels safe.
**END**
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Characters: Willow Rosenberg, Angel, Spike, Illyria
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Angel belongs to Joss Whedon and company.
Prompts: Written for rua1412 who wanted to see Spike/Illyria, Willow/Angel and the prompt of “blaze of glory.” (It’s not as shippy as it could have been.)
Notes: Set during Season Five of Angel.
Summary: Willow shows up when Angel and company are fighting Wolfram & Hart’s forces.
Word Count: 525
There’s a dragon flying in the night sky of Los Angeles and the scent of blood and death is heavy in the air. Willow fears that she is too late but she quickly finds a blue-haired woman who strangely resembles Fred standing over a very wounded Spike while Angel still swings a sword just as the dragon swoops down upon them. Her heart is in her mouth as she watches Angel behead the dragon and suddenly she is galvanized into action.
Spells roll off of her tongue as she helps Angel and the blue-haired woman smite the army that surrounds them. When the battle is over, she manages one last spell that transports them to the dusty lobby of the abandoned Hyperion. She collapses in Angel’s arms and doesn’t wake for three days.
When she awakes she finds that she is in Angel’s old room with the blue-haired woman sitting at the foot of her bed.
“You knew Fred.”
The words are somehow both emotionless and full of emotion at the same time.
“Yes,” Willow replies, her voice hoarse.
“You remind me of the Old Ones.”
“O-old Ones?”
“God-Kings like I once was. Spike says that you are a very powerful witch.”
“I am,” Willow softly replies.
“And you helped to avenge Wesley and Gunn.”
“W-wesley,” Willow stammers, realizing that she doesn’t remember seeing him in the alley.
“Enough Illyria,” Angel commands from the doorway.
Willow watches as Illyria cocks her head to the right and stares at Angel before she stands. The movements are alien and almost reptilian in nature.
“I only wish to understand the blaze of glory that Spike told me of,” Illyria says.
“Then ask him,” Angel growls.
Illyria nods at him before she starts to leave the room. At the doorway, she turns and faces Willow once again.
“Thank you.”
Illyria’s words are emotionless but for a brief moment, Willow can see the blue hair fade into a familiar brown. Before she can say anything, Illyria has walked away. Angel sits down on the bed beside Willow, his eyes gentle as his hand covers her own.
“How did you know?” Angel asks.
“I don’t think that I can really explain it. But I was on another plane of existence and then suddenly I felt your need. One moment I was in one plane searching for an item for Buffy and Giles and then the next I was standing in an alleyway watching you take on a dragon,” Willow explains.
Angel nods at her as his thumb rubs along the top of her hand and they sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments.
“Thank you, Willow,” Angel says.
Willow sleepily sighs at his words. She wants to tell him that she feels an intense connection to him, one that she wants to explore. But she knows that now is not the time, not when she’s still feeling weak from the fight. When Angel starts to stand, Willow grasps his hand.
“Please stay,” Willow asks.
Angel sinks down on the bed again and pulls her into his arms. For the first time in a very long time, Willow feels safe.
**END**