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Title: I Will Follow You
Pairing/Character: Buffy/Angel
Fandom: BtVS
Beta: None
Rating: G
Summary: Angel returns to comfort Buffy after Giles' death.
Author's Notes: This came to me today when I was sitting in Starbucks. Tell me what you think!
Buffy stood in the funeral showroom, an awful gnawing pain in her stomach. She couldn't tell what it was from; the fact that she hadn't eaten in two days since Giles' death, or if was due to the startingly clear image of her mother that had just flashed though her consciousness as she stared at the casket in front of her.
Last time she had been in a funeral home was after her mother had died. She'd let Dawn pick out the coffin then. Now, she wouldn't let Dawn make that choice. She'd allowed no one to come with her. Faith had argued, but Buffy was resolved to do this herself.
It was her choice to make. He had been her father, hadn't he? She was shaking. Couldn't breathe. She touched the dark oak casket, nodded mutely to the funeral director standing beside her. He nodded and walked briskly out of the room, saying how he'd return in a moment with the paperwork. But Buffy had hardly heard him because as soon as he turned the corner, she felt him, the unmistakable presence.
Angel. He was here.
She wished she could disappear. She felt sick. Anything that could bring an end to this awful pain. She couldn't believe his nerve.
They had drove him out. She had let them.
she stood there, unable to move. She had felt a cool hand on her shoulder. She turned, stared into his eyes.
For a second she felt comforted, then she remembered that he was the cause of all of this pain.
"Buffy..." he whispered. He looked as beautiful as ever, yet she'd seen him kill her father. Snap his neck like a twig. She fought back the bile that was rising in her throat. He had been right all along; he looked like a man, but he wasn't one. He was a monster.
"What are you doing here?" She asked evenly.
"I wanted to see how you were."
Buffy felt like she might faint. She gripped the casket for support. Closed her eyes. Fought the urge to bury her face in his neck and surrender.
"Please leave." she managed to utter before everything turned black.
--
"Miss! Miss! Are you okay"? Buffy came to to see the funeral director towering over her, distraught. Buffy stood up slowly.
"I must have fainted..." she muttered, "I'm sorry...I apologize. I guess I'm just going through a lot."
He helped her stand and hoisted her out of the room, saying something about taking her to the hospital. Buffy looked back, expecting to see Angel.
He was gone. Buffy was relieved.
Pairing/Character: Buffy/Angel
Fandom: BtVS
Beta: None
Rating: G
Summary: Angel returns to comfort Buffy after Giles' death.
Author's Notes: This came to me today when I was sitting in Starbucks. Tell me what you think!
Buffy stood in the funeral showroom, an awful gnawing pain in her stomach. She couldn't tell what it was from; the fact that she hadn't eaten in two days since Giles' death, or if was due to the startingly clear image of her mother that had just flashed though her consciousness as she stared at the casket in front of her.
Last time she had been in a funeral home was after her mother had died. She'd let Dawn pick out the coffin then. Now, she wouldn't let Dawn make that choice. She'd allowed no one to come with her. Faith had argued, but Buffy was resolved to do this herself.
It was her choice to make. He had been her father, hadn't he? She was shaking. Couldn't breathe. She touched the dark oak casket, nodded mutely to the funeral director standing beside her. He nodded and walked briskly out of the room, saying how he'd return in a moment with the paperwork. But Buffy had hardly heard him because as soon as he turned the corner, she felt him, the unmistakable presence.
Angel. He was here.
She wished she could disappear. She felt sick. Anything that could bring an end to this awful pain. She couldn't believe his nerve.
They had drove him out. She had let them.
she stood there, unable to move. She had felt a cool hand on her shoulder. She turned, stared into his eyes.
For a second she felt comforted, then she remembered that he was the cause of all of this pain.
"Buffy..." he whispered. He looked as beautiful as ever, yet she'd seen him kill her father. Snap his neck like a twig. She fought back the bile that was rising in her throat. He had been right all along; he looked like a man, but he wasn't one. He was a monster.
"What are you doing here?" She asked evenly.
"I wanted to see how you were."
Buffy felt like she might faint. She gripped the casket for support. Closed her eyes. Fought the urge to bury her face in his neck and surrender.
"Please leave." she managed to utter before everything turned black.
--
"Miss! Miss! Are you okay"? Buffy came to to see the funeral director towering over her, distraught. Buffy stood up slowly.
"I must have fainted..." she muttered, "I'm sorry...I apologize. I guess I'm just going through a lot."
He helped her stand and hoisted her out of the room, saying something about taking her to the hospital. Buffy looked back, expecting to see Angel.
He was gone. Buffy was relieved.