Remembrance


AUTHOR: LADYTIGERLILI (aka LILI)
SUMMARY: (From a group of stories I’m calling Stolen Moments a rewrites and additions to Season 1) Sequel to Stupid Vampire Strikes Again
RATING: PG13
POSTED: 29 Jul 2010
CATEGORY: Drama-ish
CONTENT/PAIRING: C/A
WARNINGS: None Listed
FICPIC CREDIT: N/A
AUTHOR NOTES: None


CHAPTER 1

Angel paced his office. Cordelia Chase at the best of times was a compete mystery to him. All women were a mystery but she was confounding. He just couldn’t win with her. Whenever he tried to apologize she would push him away or out right refuse it. Then 10 minutes later she was acting like nothing had happened. He strongly suspected this time was going to be different. She was not going to be ready to talk about it or forgive him unless she wanted to, and she clearly didn’t want to.

What did he even do that was all that wrong? So he went to Sunnydale to take care of Doyle’s vision. Wasn’t that what he was supposed to do he questioned himself. Another part of his brain was screaming at him for being a complete idiot in denial so thick he was drowning.

He knew that moment in his office where he had kissed Cordelia had been a turning point in their relationship. It was so different and scary that when Doyle’s vision came up he ran as fast as he could to Sunnydale and something familiar. That left Cordelia in LA alone and confused.

Angel peered through the window separating the offices at the beautiful brunette sitting in the other room. He sighed. Somehow he was going to have to fix this. He turned away from her, looking at the time realized he needed to wind his clock a ritual he always did first thing when he go up, but this morning he had been distracted.

Doyle walked in and the first thing out of his mouth was a question for Cordelia about Angel. “How is Mr. Tall Dark and Broody this morning?”

“Still broody,” Cordelia replied.

“He seemed fine last night,” Doyle commented.

“He saw Buffy. He was in Sunnydale for three days, tracking her and that thingymagiggy you saw in your vision. Hence the gloom and doom attitude,” Cordelia explained as an excuse to their boss’ mood.

“You think? Maybe he’s over her,” Doyle says questioningly.

“Yeah right!”

They both look up just in time to see Angel pull a stake out of his desk drawer and test the tip with his finger. They both rush in to stop him believing that he intends to stake himself.

“Oh my god don’t do it Angel,” Cordelia shouts.

“Listen to me, man, it’s not worth it,” Doyle responds anxiously.

“It isn’t?” Angle asks.

“Why don’t you let me have that?” Doyle asks holding his hand out for the stake.

“Because I need it to level my desk,” Angel replies bending over pe places the tip of the stake under one of the table’s legs. “The floor is uneven. You two thought.”

“Doyle did. You know how he always jumps to conclusions. Cause you saw Buffy,” Cordelia answers quickly.

“Cordy do you think I’d really kill myself just because I saw Buffy?” He asked her.

“I don’t know she’s the love of your life and all. I just thought.” She fumbles over her words as her eyes get all cloudy with moister.

“It wasn’t a social call. I was there to protect her. I stayed out of sight. She didn’t
even know I was there Look, Buffy will always be a part of me, and that’s never going to change. We said our good-byes, no need to stir any of this up again.”

“You don’t want to stir, but if my ex came to town and was all stalking me in the shadows and then left and then he didn’t even say hello I’d be.” Cordelia rambled before she was interrupted by a familiar voice at the door.

“A little upset. Wouldn’t you?” Buffy interrupted.

“Buffy! Buffy’s here, in town!” Cordelia expresses anxiously looking at Angel’s face for any sign of reaction.

“I can see that Cordelia,” Angel answers. “What are you doing here Buffy?”

“I came to see my father. Thought I’d stop by.”

“Well ah good to see you Buffy. Doyle and I will be going now and leave you two alone,” Cordelia says grabbing Doyle’s arm and pulling him towards the door.

“You two stop.” Angel commands. “Buffy what are you really doing here?”

“I came to talk to you. Do you think we could talk alone?” Buffy requests.

“No I don’t think we have much to say to each other that needs to be said in private.”

Cordelia and Doyle continue to back away towards the door. Neither knows what exactly they should do or say in this awkward situation. Cordelia just wants to turn and run, but Angel asked them to stay. She would have expected he would want time alone with Buffy. Confused she looks to Angel for answers as to what to do.

“How about an explanation? You come to Sunnydale and follow me around, skulking behind my back,” Buffy demands.

Angel looks over at his two friends who a poised to rush out the door. Seeing the confusion in Cordelia’s eyes he begins to explain to Buffy. “I tried to do what I thought was right. It’s complicated how all this happened, Buffy, you know? It’s kind of a long story.”

“Your new sidekick had a vision, I was in it, you came to Sunnydale,” she replied.

“Apparently not that long,” Cordelia interjects, earning her a chuckle from Doyle and cold glare from Buffy.

“Look, Buffy, I was working on my mission, following a vision that happened to mean protecting you,” Angel explained.

“You could have just told me. It would have been nice to see you. You know spend some time together,” Buffy replied.

“I couldn’t. You can’t go back Buffy. The past is the past, and it should stay there,” Angel said, borrowing the same words Cordelia had given him earlier.

Cordelia heard the familiar words echoing in her ears. The whole scene was bringing up the emotions she had so carefully buried inside over the past few days. She couldn’t stand it any more. She couldn’t be here, so she did the only thing she could. She turned and fled out into the sunlight of the day. As she left she could hear Angel and Doyle calling after her followed by the sound of shattering glass.

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“Cordy wait, please don’t go. Cordelia!” Angel shouted after her.

“Cordy where are you going” Doyle asked.

Buffy stood there looking confused by Angel’s pleas for Cordelia. What kind of wacky universe had she walked into? Before she could think more deeply she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye, just as a Demon crashed though the window.

Hearing the nose Angel turned and upon seeing the demon he lunged at it, but Buffy was quicker. A kick to the face gave her the upper hand and Angel rushed to assist her. Doyle just stood at the door and watched as the two waged battle on the demon. Angel was knocked to the ground but with quick thinking was able to stab the demon in the stomach. It pulled the sword from its stomach and retreated to the outside via the window.

“Quick Doyle, you go after Cordelia. Buffy and I will track this thing and kill it,” Angel ordered taking control of the situation.

“You can’t go outside man,” Doyle reminded Angel.

“I’ll take the tunnels. Buffy can track it on the surface,” Angel informed him.

“Got somewhere I can change?” Buffy asked.

“In the bedroom but you’ll lose the demons trail,’ Angel answered rushing down the stairs to the tunnel access.

“It’s just as well,” Buffy informed him. “I don’t know this part of LA all that well. I’ll just come with you.”

“You’ll have to catch up then, “ he replied not waiting for Buffy, but instead going directly for the tunnel and the sewers.

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When Doyle caught up with her she hadn’t gotten far. He found her leaning up against her own car. He smiled at the exasperated expression on her face, as he watched her turn and kick the flat tire on her past its prime car.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a flat tire princess,” he stated, earning him an angry glare.

“Wow, Doyle, you got a real knack for stating the obvious. Want to try a statement that might actually require you to use a few of your brain cells,” she spit out the biting remark.

“Ok, how about this. You are in love with Angel,” He announced.

“I know,” she answered miserably.

“It’s always the tall dark and handsome broody types that get the pretty girls,” Doyle replied shaking his head.

“Doyle, he didn’t go after me. I didn’t go after him. It wasn’t intentional. What I mean is I know you like me. And so does Angel,” She stammered feeling the need to give him an explanation after all his hard work trying to impress her.

“Don’t worry about it I knew you were out of my league since day one,” he replied a little sadly.

“So what’s going on with Angel and Buffy show? I heard some breaking glass in my rush to exit. Who decked whom?’ She asked.

“You should have been there. Angel punched Buffy right in the face. Then they traded a few punches and kicks before Buffy threw Angel through the window. He went poof and that was that,” he tried to kid but couldn’t pull it off with a straight face. He got his reward anyway. Cordelia smiled as big and brightly as ever. Doyle figured if he couldn’t have her, there were worse things than being around that big bright smile.

“Doyle! What really happened,” she asked again.

“A demon came through the window. Angel and Buffy fought it. It got away, they went after it,” he answered.

“Are they okay? What was the Demon?” she asked as she began to walk back to the office.

“They were ok when I saw them, but don’t know what kind of demon it was,” Doyle explained.

“Then I guess we better get into research mode if we want to find out,” Cordelia stated.

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Angel had been tracking the demon for a good ten minutes and Buffy had yet to catch up with him. What was up with her? She had come to LA all whiney because I had gone to Sunnydale to save her life. How ungrateful was that? She seemed to be shirking some of her responsibilities. Since when would an outfit keep her from tracking after a demon?

Mystified and annoyed by Buffy’s behavior his thought turned to Cordelia. She had really looked hurt and confused. He shouldn’t have made her stay for that little scene, but he was hoping he would have the chance to explain his feeling to both Buffy and Cordelia at the same time.

As he pondered this, a punch came in from his left side. He had caught up with the demon but been too distracted by his thoughts to realize it. Hi fell back into the wall his hand scraping against a piece of jagged metal and slicing it open. He pushed back causing the demon to lose footing. The demon pulled his weapon, but angel was able to use it against him stabbing the demon once again through his torso. Buffy rushed around the corner as the demon fell back apparently dead. The blood of the demon ran down the blade still grasped in Angel’s hand and mixed with his blood.

Buffy rushed to Angel’s side as he fell to his knees. A strange feeling came over him. It was empowering and painful. He could feel the blood rushing through his head and the silence that had been in his mind for so long was invaded by the sounds of blood pumping though his heart. The feeling was almost too much to take. He now felt extreme pain in his body from still fresh wounds and bruises.

He was light headed as he tried to stand. Buffy put his arm around her to support him as she helped him walk back toward his basement. Her head was close to his chest and she could both feel and hear his heart beating. With joy she threw her arms around him and held him up.

“Angel! You’re human,” she cried with joy.

“I know,” He answered quietly.

“You don’t seem happy. Isn’t this what we hoped for? Now there is nothing standing in our way. We can be together,” she informed him happily.

“You hoped I would be come human?” He asked her.

“All the time. I knew we could never be together otherwise,” she answered him.

“Buffy, my being human doesn’t change the fact that we still can be together, and there are other things that stand in our way,” he explained as she helped him up the ladder to his home.

“Like what Angel,” she questioned.

‘Like the fact that we live in two different cities, or that I care deeply for you and in a way will always love you but, it’s not a love that last.” He told her.

“Yes it is I love you angel,” she said flinging her self at him.

“No Buffy it’s not. It’s an idealized love. If we are both always dreaming that its something more or better then that means what we have isn’t good enough” he tried to make her understand.

“But it is! Our love is forever,” She answered definitively.

“If it was forever love then I could never have left you. I would want to be with you all the time,” he said.

“You mean you don’t want me is that it,” she asked the anger in her voice rising.

“Buffy can you sit there and honestly tell me that you have wanted to be with me every moment that we have been apart, that you think of me all the time,” he asked his voice cracking.

“No I guess I cant,” she admitted. “I did a lot in the beginning when you first left, but as the time passed I thought of you less and less.”

“If we were truly meant then that feeling never would have faded, and I wouldn’t be standing here telling you that I’ve moved on,” he said.

“When you say moved on, do you mean with someone else,” she asked.

“I can’t, nor will I answer that,” He said as he hugged her.

Buffy knew it was a goodbye hug. She was curious as to what Angel meant by the fact that he had moved on. She wondered if he had moved on to Cordelia, but she couldn’t wrap her head around that concept. She gave him a last look as she climbed the stairs to the office. She could hear Doyle and Cordelia chatting back and forth about the demon. Instead of stopping to tell them the demon was no more she just walked past them and out the door.

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“Look here,” Cordelia points to a demon in the book.

“That’s it alright,” Doyle identifies.

“Is this it? It says it a Mohra demon. Can only be killed by destroying its third eye,” Cordelia reads aloud from the book.

She and Doyle are still talking about the demon when they see Buffy come up the stairs. She walks past them without a word.

“Well, that was odd,” Doyle said.

“Not really, it’s just some sort of intermission in the Angel and Buffy show,” Cordelia concludes.

“Did you say something about a third eye?” Doyle questioned.

“Yeah, but I don’t see a third one in the picture. Where do you think it is?” She asked. “What if it’s somewhere gross?”

“Do you think I should go down and check on Angel?” Doyle asked Cordelia.

“Hey if you want to get in the middle of all this be my guest,” she replied continuing to flip though the book.

Doyle walks towards the stairs and takes a look back at Cordelia. She looks as if she doesn’t care, but he knew she did. As he approaches the bottom step he sees Angel spooning peanut butter into his mouth. Curiously he asks, “ When did you start eating something besides blood.”

“About a half hour ago when I became human,” Angel replied.


…THE END…


 

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