One Vial - Part Two
Part One can be found here.
Universe: Buffyverse
Timeline: almost immediately following Angel & Faith issue #3
Rating: PG
Characters: Faith, Angel, mentions of Pearl, Nash, and Nadira
Warnings: Lots of Angel & Faith spoilers
Words: 834
A/N: I’m too amused by this concept to not write more, so here you go. I have no clue whether this will turn into something interesting or will just be my Angel & Faith angst-and-fluff-a-thon, but hopefully you enjoy it!
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Angel gently pushed Faith off and turned her to face him. The burns, bruises, and cuts were all gone, but the blood was still everywhere.
He began to feel his face, his neck, his arms, and finally landed his hands on his chest.
“Am I…?” He said, in utter shock, looking at his hands, which, like the rest of him, were becoming pinker with every passing moment as he gained real circulation.
She nodded, watching intently as he pieced together what was going on.
“Faith…what…how…did you do this?” He asked, looking up at her with pleading eyes. She couldn’t tell if he wanted it to be her doing or not, so she chose to stick to her original plan.
“No, uh…what’s the last thing you remember?” She asked, not entirely sure how to make up something that was supposed to have happened when he could have been drifting in and out of consciousness.
“Nash. And then the tile floor. I don’t know where you were, but I assumed you were fighting Pearl,” he paused and began to inspect her for injuries, concern all over his face. “Faith, I’m so glad they didn’t hurt you,” he said before wrapping his arms around her. “If anything had happened, after all you’ve done for me, because of my mistakes, I don’t know what I’d do with myself.”
“They didn’t even touch me. They let it out on you, so don’t get all remorseful on me,” she said, not returning his hug. She should have known that he’d still be the same guy he was before, still regretting almost every detail of his past.
“Why?” He asked, letting her go.
“No clue. But you’re lucky to still be here-alive or undead,” Faith answered. The thought of losing him put her back into the emotional state she was just minutes ago. She took his now warm hand in hers and said, “Glad you made it,” with a sincere smile.
Angel returned the smile, full realization of the situation not striking him yet. She was scared for when it did, but she had to take advantage of it now.
“So I’m guessing you’re hungry? What can I get you? I bet you still remember your favorites,” Faith asked, smiling even brighter than before, hoping that the thought of human food would stall the inevitable.
“Chocolate. Preferably in the form of ice cream,” he said, sitting up to the prospect of his favorite treat.
“I think you ate all we had left while you were still a vampire…” Faith laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll go get you some more. Anything else?”
“Fruit, some more chips, stuff to make sandwiches…” He was using his free hand to tally everything he wanted. After he’d listed off five things, he turned to her. “You know, why don’t I just come with you?”
She flicked off some of the dried blood on his hand with her thumb. He was in no condition to go out. “Why don’t you stay here and wash up? I’ve got you covered.”
“Yeah, good idea,” he said examining his blood-covered flesh. She started to stand and walk away, but he pulled her back to face him, “I don’t want to know how this happened just yet, but thanks for taking care of me after all that went on tonight.”
No, you really don’t, she thought, giving him a soft smile and nodding.
He let go and she went out the front door to get him what he wanted, never changing out of the formal wear that she didn’t feel comfortable in at all. Sure, she looked hot, and that was never a bad thing, but it wasn’t her. The entire ensemble was something Nadira lent her.
“You can’t go to an auction dressed like that!” she’d told Faith when she stopped by her place earlier to make sure she’d gotten home alright after the brawl the previous night. Faith was wearing her usual boots and skinny jeans with a nicer than usual top, which she seemed perfectly fashionable for the evening. Angel had dressed up, but he always looked just a little more put together than Faith. It was probably to make up for the fact that on the inside, she was the more put together one.
Now that Angel was human, maybe he would be the more put together one again. She could go back to being the one who needed help instead of the one everyone wanted to lean on. Thinking about everything Alasdair and the girls said the day before had her pretty freaked. So now not only was she supposedly mature on the inside, but she was wearing a fancy dress, heels, and a stylish hairdo-which was also Nadira’s doing-and none of it felt right.
On her way to the store, she pulled out the barrette, bobby pins, and even earrings, threw them to the ground, and then proceeded to shake her hair out into its normal shaggy look. She was done faking it.
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to be continued…
Universe: Buffyverse
Timeline: almost immediately following Angel & Faith issue #3
Rating: PG
Characters: Faith, Angel, mentions of Pearl, Nash, and Nadira
Warnings: Lots of Angel & Faith spoilers
Words: 834
A/N: I’m too amused by this concept to not write more, so here you go. I have no clue whether this will turn into something interesting or will just be my Angel & Faith angst-and-fluff-a-thon, but hopefully you enjoy it!
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Angel gently pushed Faith off and turned her to face him. The burns, bruises, and cuts were all gone, but the blood was still everywhere.
He began to feel his face, his neck, his arms, and finally landed his hands on his chest.
“Am I…?” He said, in utter shock, looking at his hands, which, like the rest of him, were becoming pinker with every passing moment as he gained real circulation.
She nodded, watching intently as he pieced together what was going on.
“Faith…what…how…did you do this?” He asked, looking up at her with pleading eyes. She couldn’t tell if he wanted it to be her doing or not, so she chose to stick to her original plan.
“No, uh…what’s the last thing you remember?” She asked, not entirely sure how to make up something that was supposed to have happened when he could have been drifting in and out of consciousness.
“Nash. And then the tile floor. I don’t know where you were, but I assumed you were fighting Pearl,” he paused and began to inspect her for injuries, concern all over his face. “Faith, I’m so glad they didn’t hurt you,” he said before wrapping his arms around her. “If anything had happened, after all you’ve done for me, because of my mistakes, I don’t know what I’d do with myself.”
“They didn’t even touch me. They let it out on you, so don’t get all remorseful on me,” she said, not returning his hug. She should have known that he’d still be the same guy he was before, still regretting almost every detail of his past.
“Why?” He asked, letting her go.
“No clue. But you’re lucky to still be here-alive or undead,” Faith answered. The thought of losing him put her back into the emotional state she was just minutes ago. She took his now warm hand in hers and said, “Glad you made it,” with a sincere smile.
Angel returned the smile, full realization of the situation not striking him yet. She was scared for when it did, but she had to take advantage of it now.
“So I’m guessing you’re hungry? What can I get you? I bet you still remember your favorites,” Faith asked, smiling even brighter than before, hoping that the thought of human food would stall the inevitable.
“Chocolate. Preferably in the form of ice cream,” he said, sitting up to the prospect of his favorite treat.
“I think you ate all we had left while you were still a vampire…” Faith laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll go get you some more. Anything else?”
“Fruit, some more chips, stuff to make sandwiches…” He was using his free hand to tally everything he wanted. After he’d listed off five things, he turned to her. “You know, why don’t I just come with you?”
She flicked off some of the dried blood on his hand with her thumb. He was in no condition to go out. “Why don’t you stay here and wash up? I’ve got you covered.”
“Yeah, good idea,” he said examining his blood-covered flesh. She started to stand and walk away, but he pulled her back to face him, “I don’t want to know how this happened just yet, but thanks for taking care of me after all that went on tonight.”
No, you really don’t, she thought, giving him a soft smile and nodding.
He let go and she went out the front door to get him what he wanted, never changing out of the formal wear that she didn’t feel comfortable in at all. Sure, she looked hot, and that was never a bad thing, but it wasn’t her. The entire ensemble was something Nadira lent her.
“You can’t go to an auction dressed like that!” she’d told Faith when she stopped by her place earlier to make sure she’d gotten home alright after the brawl the previous night. Faith was wearing her usual boots and skinny jeans with a nicer than usual top, which she seemed perfectly fashionable for the evening. Angel had dressed up, but he always looked just a little more put together than Faith. It was probably to make up for the fact that on the inside, she was the more put together one.
Now that Angel was human, maybe he would be the more put together one again. She could go back to being the one who needed help instead of the one everyone wanted to lean on. Thinking about everything Alasdair and the girls said the day before had her pretty freaked. So now not only was she supposedly mature on the inside, but she was wearing a fancy dress, heels, and a stylish hairdo-which was also Nadira’s doing-and none of it felt right.
On her way to the store, she pulled out the barrette, bobby pins, and even earrings, threw them to the ground, and then proceeded to shake her hair out into its normal shaggy look. She was done faking it.
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to be continued…