BtVS adult fic: Surprise and Innocence (The way it should have been) (1/2)
Title: Surprise and Innocence (The way it should have been)
Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Distribution: Take it! Take it! Tell me where it went, but take it!
Rating: R
Spoilers: Uhh, has everyone seen Surprise and Innocence?
Notes: Yes I rewrote the original version of the rewrite. Still don’t ask for a sequel. I’m still not sure I can pull it off.
Feedback: Goes to scwlc@yahoo.ca
Summary: The title pretty much covers it.
Buffy bolted upright in bed. She couldn’t remember much about her nightmare, but she knew it had been a doozie. She turned on her bedside lamp and reached for her water glass. Finding it empty, Buffy got up and headed for the bathroom. There was some sort of presence behind her, but she ignored it.
As she walked through the door she suddenly found herself at the Bronze. *Huh, that’s different, where’d my cup go?* she thought, unconcerned. Willow was sitting at a table looking at Buffy with a huge cup of coffee in front of her. The other girl turned and addressed a monkey wearing a red hat and jacket on the table next to her.
“L'hippo a pique ses pantalons.” Willow said. When Buffy didn’t respond Willow smiled and waved eagerly. Buffy hesitantly smiled back and raised her hand in greeting wondering why Willow was talking to her in French. She shrugged as she turned away, deciding it had to be the coffee. Willow got weird with too much caffeine in her.
Continuing on Buffy found her mother holding another enormous cup and saucer. As Buffy approached, her mother looked at her seriously and said, “Do you really think you're ready, Buffy?”
“What?”
Joyce dropped the saucer. Buffy watched as it slowly fell to the floor and shattered. The slow-motion movement cued something in Buffy’s head to realise that things weren’t quite right here. As she pondered her mother turned and vanished into the crowd. Buffy moved on and beamed happily when she saw Angel standing at the pool table. All thoughts of wrongness vanished at the sight of him as they always did. He smiled in response and started to walk toward her. Just as they got close enough to touch Drusilla suddenly appeared behind Angel. She thrust a stake into his back and pulled it out. He arched backward in pain, his dark eyes boring into her.
“ANGEL!” Buffy cried out. She reached out for him, but as their hands touched, his fingers turned to ashes, a silver ring falling through the cloud as it made its way to the floor. The rest of his body followed suit, leaving nothing of her boyfriend but a dusty area on the floor and a silver ring. Drusilla smiled at her, moving forward.
“Happy Birthday, Buffy.”
She woke up terrified, her only thought, *Is Angel okay?*
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When Buffy got up at seven that morning, she headed out early and rushed to Angel’s. School and Giles and Willow be damned, she had to know if he was alright. She stood outside his door, impatiently and anxiously waiting for any word whatsoever that her boyfriend was still alive and well. There was no way to put into words the relief she felt when she heard him say “Hold on.”
Buffy carefully examined him for any sign of damage. “Hey. Is everything okay?” He asked, looking at her, worried by her actions.
“That's what I was gonna ask you. You're okay, right?” Buffy said still unconvinced Angel was alright.
“Sure. I-I'm fine.” he gestured for her to come in, “What's up?”
She came in and put her bag down. He closed the door and walked over to his dresser to grab a shirt. "Um. . . I-I had this... dream that Drusilla was alive,” she said, now starting to feel kind of dumb. She had come rushing here in a blind panic certain he needed rescuing and now he was standing in front of her just fine, and Buffy was having a hard time forgetting about five seconds earlier he hadn’t been wearing a shirt. And she was babbling in her head, which was worse than babbling out loud. Not that this meant she didn’t still have a major wiggins happening about the dream.
“What happened?” he asked. It made her feel a little better. At least he wouldn’t make fun of her like other brunette guys she could mention. The question brought back to mind the terror she’d felt as he just blew away in front of her though and Buffy was suddenly refocussed on that look of pain and desperation in his eyes as he was dusted.
She looked up at him, staring into his eyes for the reassurance that he was fine. “She killed you. Right in front of me.” It didn’t help. The fear lurked below the surface.
Angel saw and tried to calm her. “It was just a dream. It wasn't real.” he said. In spite of herself, Buffy could feel the sincerity in his voice and let it comfort her. A little.
The comfort wasn’t quite enough though. “But it felt *so* real.” Her voice was still tear-stained and emphatic. She kept looking at Angel unsure of whether this was another dream and he was about to vanish, or if it was really real.
She felt a flush of warmth and comfort flood her as he said with certainty, “It wasn’t. I’m right here.” He gently cupped her face in his hand, but she pulled away unable to shake the feeling something was wrong.
“Angel, th-this happened before,” she said, trying to make him understand her concern. “The dreams that I had about the Master, they came true.”
He looked at her with those deep brown eyes that always gave her shivers. *It’s like he’s looking at my soul and can see everything about me. God he’s gorgeous, those eyes, the way he’s so sensitive, and his hands are so sensitive . . .* Angel’s voice broke in on Buffy’s thoughts which were, in the calming influence of his presence, suddenly more focussed on other things.
“Still, not every dream you have comes true. I mean, what else did you dream last night? Can you remember?” His eyes were compassionate though she thought she could see a spark of amusement in them and definitely caught it in his voice. With the turn of the conversation from Angel dying to slightly lighter topics, Buffy’s mind strayed again. He hadn’t been wearing a shirt when she came in. He had been standing there in nothing but sweatpants with gorgeous, muscled, pale skin and a sexy tattoo adorning his shoulder.
Buffy looked down at the floor in embarrassment as she realised that she had stopped worrying about Angel and had started thinking very, well, intense, thoughts. “I dreamt... I dreamt that Giles and I opened an office supply warehouse in Vegas.” She just hoped he thought her embarrassment was over the dream rather than something else. Sometimes he just knew her too well.
“See my point?” his mouth quirked at the corner, his voice warming with affectionate laughter.
“Yeah, I-I do,” but it brought her fears right back to the surface. ”But... what if Drusilla is alive? We never saw her body.”
“She's not. But even if she was, we'd deal.” Angel was firm even as he smiled at her again the way he always did when he thought she was doing something cute. In spite of the fear, Buffy couldn’t help her mind as it thought more about how sexy that smirk was than how much in danger Angel was.
Buffy began to try to make him see reason, as well as get her mind off of Angel and thoughts of lust and sweat and . . . she had to stop reading the bodice ripper romance novels. “What if . . . what if she’s . . .”
And then Angel was kissing her. It began as a gentle meeting of lips. A kiss meant to calm and comfort. A spark caught somewhere and Buffy felt Angel’s tongue slide along her lips. She let it in and slid her own into his mouth in return. There was something new in the kiss that hadn’t been there just the night before. It was more intense somehow, and when Angel pulled away and spoke she was left breathless.
“What if what?” he said. Buffy felt hazy. She knew that they had been discussing something important, but she couldn’t remember what. A moment later she gave up on figuring out what in favour of getting Angel to kiss her more.
“I'm sorry. Were we talking?” she asked tilting her head in blatant invitation and praying that he wouldn’t say they had been. He didn’t. Instead he leaned over her and began to kiss her again. If the last one had been intense, this was the kind of kiss you read about in the romance novels Buffy was going to swear off as soon as she finished the latest one. That was her last thought that didn’t concern Angel and major kissage as his arms slipped around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. She slipped her arms around his neck to keep her balance and began to wriggle against the hard belt buckle that had somehow gotten into a slightly uncomfortable spot.
Then Buffy remembered he was wearing sweats. It wasn’t a belt buckle she was so shamelessly writhing into. “I'm sorry. I, um... I-I have to go to school.” she turned and quickly headed for the door.
“I know,” he said, his voice rough with emotions Buffy couldn’t identify. He grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him. Buffy found herself helplessly sliding her arms around his neck again and trying to get him closer somehow. They were pressed body-to-body again as their tongues duelled and explored each other’s mouths. Angel slid his hands downwards then back up again. It was as if he couldn’t stop touching her, and didn’t want to just have his hands on one limited area. Buffy was beginning to feel a slight throbbing sensation between her legs. This wasn’t the first time it had happened with Angel, but this time it was intense and much more defined. It was Angel who pulled away.
“Oh, God, you feel. . .” Buffy couldn’t even describe the ways that he turned her on. She helplessly pressed herself into him, wanting more. Some instinctive part of her knew that he was the key to dealing with the ache inside, but she didn’t know how.
He was still close to her as he said, “You have to go to school.” Angel started to manoeuvre her to the door.
“Right. I know. This is me.” She let herself be backed into the door, feeling Angel press against her, feeling his *ohmygod* erection, he had an erection because of Buffy Summers *ohmygod*, press into her despite the clothes between them. ”I'm going.” Angel slid his arms around her waist bending down his head to kiss her again. They were so close, Buffy could feel a slight rocking motion in Angel’s hips and felt herself responding in kind. She was a little disappointed they were the wrong heights to rock together (bad Buffy!). Then Angel’s lips left hers and started to trace a path of cool flame down her neck. Buffy gasped and started to return the gesture, wanting to feel and taste him.
Finally sanity returned, and they managed to pull enough apart to look at each other. “You still haven't told me what you wanted for your birthday,” Angel said. Buffy, in the course of the day’s events so far (and school hadn’t even started) had completely forgotten. She smiled and allowed the change of topic. If things had kept going the way they were there was no telling what would have happened.
“Surprise me,” she replied to the unarticulated question. Angel’s response was that slight upward turn of the lips that always took Buffy’s breath away. It started another response that Buffy was starting to associate utterly with Angel.
“Okay. I will.” They kissed. He pulled away too soon for her and Buffy resisted the urge to pout, not wanting to spoil the best moment in her life yet.
“This is nice. I like seeing you first thing in the morning.” Buffy looked up at him thinking, *Yeah, nice, more like absolutely amazing.*
“It's bedtime for me.” His smile widened ever so slightly.
“Well, then I like seeing you at bedtime.” Then she realized how that sounded. *Oh great, now he’s gonna think I’m easy or a slut or . . . something.* “Um... Um, heh... Y-you know what I mean.” she stammered trying to correct her verbal blunder before she got into further hot water. Although to be honest, that hot water was sounding pretty attractive if it involved a wet, naked Angel.
“I think so.” he frowned, “What do you mean?”
“I like seeing you. The part at the end of the night where we say good-bye... It's getting harder.” Buffy didn’t know where that blunt statement had come from, but it was true. It wasn’t just the dreams that had her waking up at nights aching for him either or the touches that were straying farther and farther from neutral territory. There was a part of her that felt torn when he wasn’t there. Something she didn’t dare tell her friends about because the feelings were so strong they were all scary and co-dependent. She needed him with her.
She was so caught up in her thoughts and ignoring the need that had her wanting to lose herself in him, she almost missed his soft response. ”Yeah. It is.”
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“'I like you at bedtime?' You actually said that?” Willow could not believe her ears. Her best friend, walking next to her, had just said that she had practically propositioned Angel.
Buffy was looking really kinda uncomfortable about it. “I know, I know.” Willow began to try to think of something cool to say. Or something to say at all. Anything.
“Man, that's like... I-I dunno, that's moxie or something.” *Great going speech girl, what are you? The valley girl extraordinaire?*
“Totally unplanned. It just... came out.” said the Slayer. She was starting to really get into telling it, and Willow was not about to stop her. *It’s not like I’ll be talking about smoochies with my boyfriend anytime soon, not that I have a boyfriend, and this is way beyond smoochie-ville, anyway. I mean ‘bedtime’?!*
“And he was into it?” she responded with a slight giggle, “I mean, he wants to see you at bedtime, too?”
“Yeah, I . . . I . . . I think he does. Well, I . . . I mean he-he's cool about it.” Willow was feeling somewhat out of her depth with this response. It was so . . . incredible! They were talking about someone she knew, her age, doing *it*. Willow was so stunned she couldn’t even think the word. Then she realised she had to respond.
“Well, of course he is. 'Cause he's cool. I mean, he would never. . . you know. . .” *Great Will, dazzle her with your verbal skills again.* Clearly coherency was not going to be a hallmark of her conversation.
“Push.” Buffy finished for her.
“Right. H-he's not the type.”
“Will, what am I gonna do?” Willow was always startled when Buffy, ‘live-in-the-now- because-tomorrow-you-might-be-dead’ Buffy; her worldly, strong, demon-killing friend came to her for advice on things that Willow had yet to experience, and sometimes, even consider.
She said the only thing she could. “What do you wanna do?” Willow asked gently.
“I don't know. I... I mean,” they sat on a bench, “'want' isn't always the right thing *to* do. To act on want can be wrong.” Buffy was looking completely flustered by the situation, and Willow wished she knew more about this stuff for Buffy’s sake. Or that Buffy had talked to Ms Calendar.
“True,” was Willow’s noncommittal reply. She didn’t want to make Buffy jump into something she didn’t want just because she, super-smart-nerd-girl, had said Buffy should.
“But... to *not* act on want... What if I never feel this way again?” That question finally told Willow the problem. Buffy was looking for a reassurance, in a way, that Angel and her friends wouldn’t turn on her for it.
She smiled at the usually confident blonde. “Carpe diem. You told me that once.”
“'Fish of the day'?” Buffy was just confused and managed to mess up the dramatic impact of Willow’s advice.
“Not carp.” She smiled, amused at the way Buffy’s mind sometimes made connections. “Carpe. It means 'seize the day.'”
Buffy’s expression cleared when the meaning came clear. “Right. I. . . I think we're going to. Seize it. Once you get to a certain point, then seizing is sort of inevitable.”
Willow went wide-eyed, “Wow...” Buffy was actually going to go there, wow about summed it up.
Buffy smiled, “Yeah.”
“Wow...”
The school bell rang.
Buffy leaped to her feet, taking off for class with a whined “Oh...” Willow followed.
“Wow!”
After a long two periods, neither of which contained Buffy, Willow caught up with her. “Wow,” she said in a prompting tone of voice.
“Yeah.” said Buffy with a smile, not volunteering anything more. She looked over to the side and saw Oz sitting at a bench with his guitar. “Hey, speaking of 'wow' potential, there's Oz over there. What are we thinking, any sparkage?”
Willow smiled, “He's nice. Hey, I like his hands.” Willow was also all too happy to discuss her own love life, or lack thereof with Buffy.
“Mm. A fixation on insignificant detail is a definite crush sign.” Buffy said eagerly.
They talked a little while longer about Oz. Then Buffy left her with the words, “Well, you won't know until you try.” Buffy walked off then, leaving Willow to consider her next action. She looked at Oz, at Buffy walking away and back at Oz.
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Giles came walking out of the lounge and saw Xander. The boy looked a little depressed, which was hardly unexpected, considering that he had just had a ‘what relationship?’ discussion with Cordelia by the lockers.
“Oh, good morning.” Giles was almost looking forward to the surprise party that evening. It was a chance for him to get some ‘alone time’ with Ms. Calendar as the children would say. “Is everything in order for the party?”
“Absolutely. You ready to get down, you funky party weasel?” Xander had, yet again, managed to make Giles sound about as interesting as a dust bunny, only with less personality. *How is it that he can rescue people in battle be an almost brilliant tactician, and still irritate everyone around him?* Still Buffy and her friends appreciated Xander’s jokes when things got nasty. When they helped to lighten the mood. Rupert noticed Jenny and Buffy heading down the stairs.
“Here comes Buffy. Now remember: discretion is the better part of valour," he said.
Xander, as always, responded with something utterly inappropriate, “You coulda just said, 'shh!' God, are all you Brits such drama queens?” he turned to Buffy, “Buffy, I feel a pre-birthday spanking coming on.”
“I'd curb that impulse if I were you, Xander.” said Ms. Calendar. She and Buffy sat at a table in the lounge. While Giles tried to remove all notions of Xander and ‘pre-birthday spankings’ from his poor abused psyche.
“Check, cancel spanking.” said Xander into his shirt.
Giles joined them at the table. “You alright, Buffy? You seem a little fatigued,” he noted.
“Rough night.” she said, “I had a dream that Drusilla was alive and she killed Angel. I-it just really freaked me out.” she shifted nervously. The Watcher could tell she was worried. Anything having to do with Angel always got her like this.
In an attempt to get more details from the girl he asked, “You fear it was more of a. . . a portent?”
“See, I don't know. I don't wanna start a big freakout over nothing.”
He sighed inwardly. Amazing how quickly he forgot the stress of world destroying phenomena. “Still, best to be, uh, on the alert. If Drusilla is alive, i-i-it could be a fairly... cataclysmic state of affairs.”
“Again, so many words! Couldn't you just say, 'we'd be in trouble'?” Giles was momentarily confused, then realised the boy was referring to their earlier conversation. He shot the young man a dark look, “Go to class, Xander.”
“Gone.” he got up and started away, but then paused, “Notice the economy of phrasing:” he simply wasn’t going to let it go, “'gone.' Simple. Direct.” he pointed at Giles and left. Rupert wondered whether he had ever been that obnoxious at Xander’s age and decided that he may have been misguided and lost in his rebellion, but he had never been that irritating.
“Maybe I should get 'gone', too.” said Buffy. She still looked nervous and tired. She stood and smiled slightly at him.
He immediately stood as well and tried to reassure her. “Uh, don't worry unduly, Buffy. I-I-I'm sure it's nothing.”
“I know. I should keep my Slayer cool, but... it's Angel, which automatically equals maxi-wig.” didn’t her Watcher know that all too well. He could clearly remember that Tarakan incident several weeks back in excruciating detail. ‘You can send assassins after me, but nobody tries to kill my boyfriend.’
“Hmm.” was all he said. He gave her a smile as she left.
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The next morning, Buffy and her Mom were eating breakfast in the kitchen, while Buffy tried to get up the nerve to talk to her mother on an extremely important topic.
“Mall trip for your birthday on Saturday. Don't forget.” her mother said.
“Space on a mom-sponsored shopping opportunity? Not likely.” Buffy began to wonder how to get an opening to put out her idea. A good segue if you will.
“Hmm. So, does, um, 17 feel any different than 16?” *This is it! Perfect Mom!*
“It's funny you should ask that.” she began, “You know, I woke up feeling more responsible, mature and levelheaded.” *Come on, work with me here.* She carefully arranged her face into an expression of what she hoped was a combination of innocence and maturity.
“Really? Tch. It's uncanny.” said her mother. Obviously she didn’t want to agree to anything without knowing what it was.
“I now possess the qualities one looks for in a-- ” Buffy paused, then plunged on, “licensed driver.” she looked at her mom hopefully. After all, when she had a car, she would be able to drive herself places, she could drive Angel places, she and Angel could have a mobile Make-out unit. Heh. Mobile Make-out unit. That was one of those poetry things. Assonance. Or was it that other thing with the ‘a’ at the beginning?
“Buffy. . .”
“You said we could talk about it again when I was 17.” Buffy said hurriedly, trying to get in her points before she lost her nerve. The thought of herself and Angel in the back seat of a car doing back-seat-of-a-car stuff, suddenly had her . . . distracted.
“Do you really think you're ready, Buffy?” her mom asked. Buffy thought to herself, *Oh yeah, I’m ready. I’m all ready to do some serious seizing of cute and hard Angel . . .* Then her mother’s phrasing and inflection hit her. Just like . . .
Joyce dropped her plate. Buffy watched it fall and saw it shatter on the floor.
Just like the dream.
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Buffy sat at the table while Giles paced behind her. “. . . and then my mom broke the plate. It was just like my dream. Every gesture, every word.” she looked up at him, “It was so creepy.”
“Yes, well, I-I-I'd imagine it would be. . . fairly unnerving.” he responded. Buffy wasn’t sure of how accurate unnerving was. Scary as all hell was a lot more accurate. He perched on the end of the table. Then Xander and Willow came bounding in, grinning cheerfully as though everything was of the good.
“Hey! It's the woman of the hour,” said Xander grinning.
“It's Happy Birthday Buffy!” Willow added with cheery excitement. She jumped over to the table, hugged Buffy's shoulders and gave her a big smile. Buffy just looked down and pulled her hair behind her ear. “Not Happy Birthday Buffy?” Willow asked plaintively, her expression immediately shifting from cheeriness to concern.
Giles’ response did a lot to cool their jets. “I-it's just that, um, part of the nightmare that Buffy had the other night actually transpired,”
“Which means Drusilla might still be alive,” Buffy added. Turning slightly to her watcher she said, “Giles, in my dream, I couldn't stop her. She blindsided me. A-Angel was gone before I knew what happened.” Buffy was beginning to panic the more she thought seriously about the possibilities. What if Drusilla did kill Angel? What if it wasn’t a metaphor type thingy and Angel was literally dusted? All chances at seizing would blow away in the wind. *Seizing? Angel could die and you’re thinking about *it*? Bad Buffy! Bad!*
Buffy dragged her attention back to Giles and away from naughty thoughts. “Even if she is alive, uh, we can still protect Angel.” Buffy looked slightly incredulous. “Dreams aren't prophecies, Buffy. Y-y-y-you dreamt that the Master had risen, but you stopped it from happening,” he pointed out reasonably.
“You ground his bones to make your bread,” Xander added, for once coming in at the right moment. Buffy started to feel better.
“That's true.” She paused and wrinkled her nose a little. “Except for the bread part.” *Yech* She turned to Giles, “Okay, so, fine. We're one step ahead, but I wanna stay that way.” Her voice was serious again, but without the edge of panic it had held minutes before.
If Giles was taken aback by her resolve he didn’t show it. “Absolutely. Let me read up on Drusilla, uh, see if she has any particular patterns. Why don't you meet me here at 7:00? We'll map out a strategy.”
“What am I supposed to do until then?” Buffy asked. For the first time ever, she had an urge to spend an afternoon training.
Giles seemed ever so slightly ironic as he replied. “Go to classes, do your homework, have supper. . .” H trailed off. Buffy got the picture and realised that she did have an essay due in a week that she hadn’t started.
“Right. Be *that* Buffy.” she got up from the table, grabbed her bag and headed out of the library.
The others watched her go.
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At six-fifty-five Buffy was walking down the hall towards the library. If Giles hadn’t found anything on Drusilla she was going hunting. A voice from behind her startled the slayer. “Buffy.” She whirled around and saw it was just Ms Calendar.
“Oh, my God, I didn't see you there.” The teacher looked a little nervous. *And she should be for sneaking up a a Slayer. What, is everyone turning stalker on me now?* Thoughts of stalking led her to thoughts of Angel, and Buffy started thinking (again) about what patrols had inevitably led to of late. Funny how near-death situations made you think about stuff like that.
“Sorry.” Ms. Calendar’s voice broke through her thoughts, “Um, Giles wanted me to tell you that there's been a change of plans. Uh, he wants to meet you someplace near his house 'cause he had to run home and get a book or something.”
Buffy wondered at the nervousness in the other’s voice even as she rolled her eyes at Giles’ dedication to his research. “’Cause heaven knows there aren't enough books in the library.”
“Uh, he's... very thorough.” Buffy suddenly remembered, Giles, Ms. Calendar, adult item of the month.
“Oh, which is not to bag. It's kind of manly in an obsessive-compulsive kind of way, don't you think?” Buffy said making sure that the woman didn’t think she was dissing Giles. Buffy liked Jenny Calendar, she was good for Giles. It meant Giles was forced to spend some time in the twentieth century. Not to mention Ms Calendar had actually gotten Giles to do things unrelated to cross-indexing demon books.
“Mm-hm. Um, you know, my car's here. Why don't I drive you?” the teacher asked her. seemingly not noticing the foot now permanently lodged in Buffy’s throat.
“Okay.”
Somehow, they wound up in the alley outside the Bronze. Jenny's Beetle rolling slowly along. Buffy, somewhat curious by now as Giles’ apartment was nowhere near there, asked, “Are we goin' to the Bronze?”
“I'm not sure,” came the cryptic answer, “Giles gave me an address. I'm just following his directions.” They rounded a corner, and Buffy saw a truck parked in an adjacent loading area. A man jumped off of the truck bed while another walked across the loading dock. Then Buffy’s spider sense went off.
“This looks funky. Stop for a sec,” she said, starting to get out.
Ms. Calendar began to caution her, “No, Buffy, maybe you shouldn't. . .”
The Slayer shrugged. “Sorry. Sacred duty, yadda yadda yadda.” she hopped out of the car to investigate. She walked up to the truck, stopping by the cab. She saw the bespectacled vampire from the DuLac crypt carrying a wooden box. “Every time I see you, you're stealing something.” Buffy paused paused as the vampire growled. “You really should speak with someone about this klepto issue.” Then the truck started and all hell broke loose.
***
Inside the Bronze Angel peeked out from behind a pillar and looked around. “Where is she?” he asked. He was getting worried. After all, with the dreams she’d been having lately and the fact that part of one had come true this morning, it was possible she had been captured by Drusilla. On the other hand, she could simply have gotten delayed trying on outfits for that evening. Angel smiled inwardly at the notion while the others poked their heads out from behind the pool table.
“Shhh! I think I hear her coming.” said Willow. Angel sighed and distracted himself from his worry and boredom by thinking about how good Buffy’s slender, muscular, feminine little body felt pressed against his own. It proved a very effective distraction.
***
Outside, Buffy was searching for something to stake with and finally found it. One of the wooden bed retainers. She broke off a piece and jammed it into one of the vampires' chests, and he burst into ashes. The other grabbed her from behind, lifting her onto the loading dock, and threw her at a door.
***
The gang heard the fighting going on outside and started to get to their feet. Buffy and the vampire came crashing through the window opposite the gang and hit the floor. She scrambled to her feet and kicked the vampire as he came for her. While he stumbled back a few steps. Buffy grabbed a drumstick from a drum set, spun around with it and thrust it into the vampire's chest. The vampire exploded into ashes. A beat later Cordelia jumped up from behind the pool table with her arms raised high.
“Surprise!”
The others all looked back at her blinking in bemusement. Except for Angel who had moved forward in the course of the fight and was now anxiously checking his girlfriend over for injuries. “Buffy, are you okay?” Angel asked when she hopped off the stage. His concern faded a little as he saw she wasn’t limping or wincing. He took the brief opportunity to marvel at just how beautiful, skilled and strong his lover was. Well, girlfriend anyhow. He wasn’t certain how Buffy would react if he were to propose the notion of them becoming lovers in the classic sense.
“Yes. W-what happened?” Giles’ voice broke through Angel’s internal debate.
“Uh, there were these vamps outs . . .” she started gesturing behind her. “W-what's going on?” She looked so cute and confused as she saw everyone standing around ready to enjoy the party with her, Angel just wanted to kiss her right then and there.
“Oh, um... A surprise party.” Giles sheepishly blew on a party favour.
Cordelia wryly added, “Happy Birthday.”
“You guys did all this for me?” Buffy asked, then turned to Angel, “That is so sweet.” She smiled happily at her boyfriend.
Angel was warmed by her response but he had to ask, “You sure you're okay?”
Buffy sounded exasperated as she assured him, “Yes, I'm fine.” dimly Angel could hear the new boy, what was his name - Oz or something, asking Willow about the vampire and an explanation. He was more concerned with the small blonde staring into his eyes however. He was about to suggest that Buffy go get some cake when Ms. Calendar came into the Bronze carrying a box.
“Hey, can somebody give me a hand here?” she asked, a touch irritably. Angel and Giles took it from her and set it on a table. “Those creeps left this behind.” she said as they began to examine the box.
“What is it?” asked Buffy.
“I have no idea.” responded her watcher, “Can . . . can it be opened?”
“Yeah. This looks like a release right here.” Jenny worked the latch and opened the box. Inside was an arm clad in armour. Buffy looked over at Giles in disgust and was startled when the arm suddenly leaped up, grabbed Buffy by the throat and began choking her. Buffy struggled with the arm while Angel tried to pull it off of her. Between them they got it off and Angel stuffed it back into the box while Buffy stepped back and tried to catch her breath. Giles slammed the lid shut.
“Well, clearly the Hellmouth's answer to 'what do you get the Slayer who has everything?'” said Xander. Angel suppressed an urge to open the box again and throw the arm at the boy. As he stood there, checking his coughing girlfriend over, Angel felt a memory working its way to the surface of his mind.
“Good heavens. Buffy, are you all right?” demanded Giles. His eyes were wide and Angel could hear the fear in the man’s voice.
“Man, that thing had major grip.” she responded, holding her throat. Angel tightened his grip on her shoulders.
Willow looked like she was in shock as she stammered “W-what was that?”
“It looked like an arm,” said the short guy whom Willow had invited. Then the surfacing memory reached his conscious mind and Angel went from concerned to downright frightened.
He started to mutter, “It can't be. She wouldn't.” He shook his head trying to move past the irrational fear that if he said it aloud it would happen. That if he didn’t it wouldn’t.
“What, uh, vamp's version of 'snakes in a can', or do you care to share?” Angel barely heard the brat as he tried not to grab Buffy and head for the hills to protect her.
Buffy’s voice brought him out of his stupor as she said his name. He had to tell them for everyone’s safety. “It-it's a legend. . . way before my time. . . of a demon brought forth to rid the Earth of the plague of humanity. . . separate the righteous from the wicked. . . and to burn the righteous down. They call him the Judge.”
Exuding that bizarre mixture of fascination, excitement, and fear he always exhibited with each new demon, disaster, or peril on the Hellmouth Giles demanded, “The Judge? This is he?”
“Not all of him.” Angel replied.
Buffy raised her hand, “Um, still needing backstory here.”
Her Watcher started, addressing Angel more than the rest of the group. “Um. . . He, he, he couldn't be killed, yes?” Angel could only shrug slightly in confirmation. “Um, a-an army was sent against him. Most of them died. . . but, uh, finally they were able to dismember him, but, uh. . . not kill him.”
“The pieces were scattered. . . buried in every corner of the Earth.” Angel continued.
Ms. Calendar said speculatively, “So all these parts are being brought here.”
“By Drusilla. The vamps outside were Spike's men.” Buffy stated.
Angel had gone past fright. He was terrified. It had taken an army to stop the Judge, and all they had was the gang, him and Buffy. His Buffy. The fact that he might very well die in the next couple of days didn’t frighten him him nearly as much as the concept of Buffy dying. “She's just crazy enough to do it,” he said to himself. He wondered if “Daddy” could convince Dru not to do it.
“Do what, reassemble the Judge?” asked Willow, having over heard his remark.
“And bring forth Armageddon,” he said.
“Is anybody else gonna have cake?” Cordelia asked. Angel heard the near ridiculous query after the baked goods and wondered how the girl could be so blind.
“We need to get this out of town.” Giles sounded a little desperate as he spoke.
Ms. Calendar turned to the vampire, “Angel.”
Buffy looked puzzled and worried responding for her boyfriend, “What?”
“You have to do it,” the computer teacher continued as though uninterrupted. “You're the only one that can protect this thing.”
“What about me?” Buffy demanded. Angel couldn’t blame her for taking offence. ‘What am I, chopped liver?’ was inherent to her tone of voice.
“What, you're just gonna skip town for a few months?” retorted the elder woman as Angel realized, *Months? Oh my God she’s right. I won’t see Buffy again for months.*
“'Months'?” his girlfriend unwittingly echoed the vampire’s thoughts.
“She's right.” Angel was already trying to plot the fastest route he knew to get that thing away from Buffy. “I gotta get this to the remotest region possible.”
“But that's not months,” she protested.
Angel barely heard her as he started planning aloud. “I gotta catch a cargo ship to Asia, maybe trek to Nepal. . .”
“You know, those newfangled flying machines really are much safer than they used to be.” His lover, *girlfriend*, said sarcastically.
“I can't fly. There's no sure way to guard against the daylight. I . . . I don't like this any more than you do, Buffy. But there's no other choice.” Angel was frantic to get the arm out of there if it meant Buffy’s safety.
“When?” she asked.
“Tonight. As soon as possible.” Angel said.
“But it's my birthday.” Those soft, pained words broke Angel’s heart. He wanted to stay here with her. Celebrate the day his true love had come into existence and eat birthday cake with her; dance with her and tell her he loved her. Ms. Calendar’s voice burst through his haze of sadness like a death knell.
“I'll drive you to the docks.”
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Buffy and Angel made their way to the ship, Angel carrying the box on his shoulder as they walked arm in arm. When they reached the gangplank Angel set the box down. “I should go the rest of the way alone.” He tried not to look as depressed as he felt. It would be easier if they parted ways here. She was masterfully holding back tears, and Angel was not going to cry in front of her. Buffy was strong, she would still be there when he got back.
“Okay.” Buffy said. She could see Angel was busy being strong so that she could be strong too. *Dammit! I hate doing the right thing!*
“But I'll be back. I will.” Angel swore to himself he would be back. And he would be there for her even if she had found someone else. His heart twisted inside of him at the thought.
Her voice reflected every bit of the heartbreak she felt as she asked, “When? Six months, a year? You don't know how long it's gonna take or if we'll even...” Buffy just couldn’t say it. He had to survive to come back to her. He had to. She looked at the ground with the unshed tears pricking her eyes.
“Hey. . .” Angel reached forward to get her to meet his eyes. “If we'll even what?” Angel thought he had a pretty good idea of what she was going to say. Her answer surprised him.
“Well, if you haven't noticed, someone pretty much always wants us dead.” Buffy was not going to cry. He had always said he was proud of her for being strong, and she was not going to let him see her break down.
His denial was immediate. “Don't say that. We'll be fine.” Just the thought that she would be here with no one to protect her back made him feel sick.
Buffy tried to find a way to make him see reason, to stay, even though she knew it wasn’t reasonable, “We don't know that.”
“We can't know, Buffy. Nobody can. That's just the deal.” He paused for a moment. Drinking in the sight and scent of her. “I have something for you. For your birthday. I. . . I was gonna give it to you earlier, but. . . “ he trailed off and simply held out the ring. If she agreed to wear it they would be promised to one another. If she refused . . . Angel held his figurative breath.
“It's beautiful.” Buffy said. She had seen that design somewhere before. Where?
“My people -- before I was changed -- they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty. . . and the heart. . . Well, you know. . .” the moment was bittersweet. She was promising herself to him just as he was about to leave for God only knew how long. He wanted to tell her it was a betrothal ring, but it was a little unfair right before he left. “Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this.” He showed her his own ring on his finger. She touched his hand, leaned over and kissed the ring. “Put it on.” He took the ring from her and slipped it onto her finger.
“I don't wanna do this,” Buffy said with a sob. She felt like someone was reaching into her chest pulling out her heart and stomping on it. Okay, not so poetic, but it was accurate.
Angel understood her pain and was resisting the urge to break down in tears himself. He settled for trying to let his voice and touch let her know how much he wanted to stay. “Me either.”
“So don't go,” she pleaded. He just looked at her as they leaned closer together, and let his eyes close as they kissed. For a moment the world fell away and he relaxed into the feelings her closeness inspired, the scent of her rising arousal and the way she fit so perfectly against him.
“Buffy. . . I. . .” *love you* his mind finished, but vampires were lunging out of nowhere and Angel was suddenly fighting for his life. He tried to focus on the vampire in front of him, but fear for Buffy had him distracted.
“Angel! The box!” Buffy’s cry cut through the air and Angel raced to reach it before the other vampires did.
Buffy tried to reach it as well, but in her distraction she suddenly found herself flying through the air, and hitting something dark and painful before she blacked out. She didn’t hear Angel’s anguished cry, “Buffy!” He jumped over the railing and into the water after her.
Part 2
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Author: SCWLC
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Distribution: Take it! Take it! Tell me where it went, but take it!
Rating: R
Spoilers: Uhh, has everyone seen Surprise and Innocence?
Notes: Yes I rewrote the original version of the rewrite. Still don’t ask for a sequel. I’m still not sure I can pull it off.
Feedback: Goes to scwlc@yahoo.ca
Summary: The title pretty much covers it.
Buffy bolted upright in bed. She couldn’t remember much about her nightmare, but she knew it had been a doozie. She turned on her bedside lamp and reached for her water glass. Finding it empty, Buffy got up and headed for the bathroom. There was some sort of presence behind her, but she ignored it.
As she walked through the door she suddenly found herself at the Bronze. *Huh, that’s different, where’d my cup go?* she thought, unconcerned. Willow was sitting at a table looking at Buffy with a huge cup of coffee in front of her. The other girl turned and addressed a monkey wearing a red hat and jacket on the table next to her.
“L'hippo a pique ses pantalons.” Willow said. When Buffy didn’t respond Willow smiled and waved eagerly. Buffy hesitantly smiled back and raised her hand in greeting wondering why Willow was talking to her in French. She shrugged as she turned away, deciding it had to be the coffee. Willow got weird with too much caffeine in her.
Continuing on Buffy found her mother holding another enormous cup and saucer. As Buffy approached, her mother looked at her seriously and said, “Do you really think you're ready, Buffy?”
“What?”
Joyce dropped the saucer. Buffy watched as it slowly fell to the floor and shattered. The slow-motion movement cued something in Buffy’s head to realise that things weren’t quite right here. As she pondered her mother turned and vanished into the crowd. Buffy moved on and beamed happily when she saw Angel standing at the pool table. All thoughts of wrongness vanished at the sight of him as they always did. He smiled in response and started to walk toward her. Just as they got close enough to touch Drusilla suddenly appeared behind Angel. She thrust a stake into his back and pulled it out. He arched backward in pain, his dark eyes boring into her.
“ANGEL!” Buffy cried out. She reached out for him, but as their hands touched, his fingers turned to ashes, a silver ring falling through the cloud as it made its way to the floor. The rest of his body followed suit, leaving nothing of her boyfriend but a dusty area on the floor and a silver ring. Drusilla smiled at her, moving forward.
“Happy Birthday, Buffy.”
She woke up terrified, her only thought, *Is Angel okay?*
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When Buffy got up at seven that morning, she headed out early and rushed to Angel’s. School and Giles and Willow be damned, she had to know if he was alright. She stood outside his door, impatiently and anxiously waiting for any word whatsoever that her boyfriend was still alive and well. There was no way to put into words the relief she felt when she heard him say “Hold on.”
Buffy carefully examined him for any sign of damage. “Hey. Is everything okay?” He asked, looking at her, worried by her actions.
“That's what I was gonna ask you. You're okay, right?” Buffy said still unconvinced Angel was alright.
“Sure. I-I'm fine.” he gestured for her to come in, “What's up?”
She came in and put her bag down. He closed the door and walked over to his dresser to grab a shirt. "Um. . . I-I had this... dream that Drusilla was alive,” she said, now starting to feel kind of dumb. She had come rushing here in a blind panic certain he needed rescuing and now he was standing in front of her just fine, and Buffy was having a hard time forgetting about five seconds earlier he hadn’t been wearing a shirt. And she was babbling in her head, which was worse than babbling out loud. Not that this meant she didn’t still have a major wiggins happening about the dream.
“What happened?” he asked. It made her feel a little better. At least he wouldn’t make fun of her like other brunette guys she could mention. The question brought back to mind the terror she’d felt as he just blew away in front of her though and Buffy was suddenly refocussed on that look of pain and desperation in his eyes as he was dusted.
She looked up at him, staring into his eyes for the reassurance that he was fine. “She killed you. Right in front of me.” It didn’t help. The fear lurked below the surface.
Angel saw and tried to calm her. “It was just a dream. It wasn't real.” he said. In spite of herself, Buffy could feel the sincerity in his voice and let it comfort her. A little.
The comfort wasn’t quite enough though. “But it felt *so* real.” Her voice was still tear-stained and emphatic. She kept looking at Angel unsure of whether this was another dream and he was about to vanish, or if it was really real.
She felt a flush of warmth and comfort flood her as he said with certainty, “It wasn’t. I’m right here.” He gently cupped her face in his hand, but she pulled away unable to shake the feeling something was wrong.
“Angel, th-this happened before,” she said, trying to make him understand her concern. “The dreams that I had about the Master, they came true.”
He looked at her with those deep brown eyes that always gave her shivers. *It’s like he’s looking at my soul and can see everything about me. God he’s gorgeous, those eyes, the way he’s so sensitive, and his hands are so sensitive . . .* Angel’s voice broke in on Buffy’s thoughts which were, in the calming influence of his presence, suddenly more focussed on other things.
“Still, not every dream you have comes true. I mean, what else did you dream last night? Can you remember?” His eyes were compassionate though she thought she could see a spark of amusement in them and definitely caught it in his voice. With the turn of the conversation from Angel dying to slightly lighter topics, Buffy’s mind strayed again. He hadn’t been wearing a shirt when she came in. He had been standing there in nothing but sweatpants with gorgeous, muscled, pale skin and a sexy tattoo adorning his shoulder.
Buffy looked down at the floor in embarrassment as she realised that she had stopped worrying about Angel and had started thinking very, well, intense, thoughts. “I dreamt... I dreamt that Giles and I opened an office supply warehouse in Vegas.” She just hoped he thought her embarrassment was over the dream rather than something else. Sometimes he just knew her too well.
“See my point?” his mouth quirked at the corner, his voice warming with affectionate laughter.
“Yeah, I-I do,” but it brought her fears right back to the surface. ”But... what if Drusilla is alive? We never saw her body.”
“She's not. But even if she was, we'd deal.” Angel was firm even as he smiled at her again the way he always did when he thought she was doing something cute. In spite of the fear, Buffy couldn’t help her mind as it thought more about how sexy that smirk was than how much in danger Angel was.
Buffy began to try to make him see reason, as well as get her mind off of Angel and thoughts of lust and sweat and . . . she had to stop reading the bodice ripper romance novels. “What if . . . what if she’s . . .”
And then Angel was kissing her. It began as a gentle meeting of lips. A kiss meant to calm and comfort. A spark caught somewhere and Buffy felt Angel’s tongue slide along her lips. She let it in and slid her own into his mouth in return. There was something new in the kiss that hadn’t been there just the night before. It was more intense somehow, and when Angel pulled away and spoke she was left breathless.
“What if what?” he said. Buffy felt hazy. She knew that they had been discussing something important, but she couldn’t remember what. A moment later she gave up on figuring out what in favour of getting Angel to kiss her more.
“I'm sorry. Were we talking?” she asked tilting her head in blatant invitation and praying that he wouldn’t say they had been. He didn’t. Instead he leaned over her and began to kiss her again. If the last one had been intense, this was the kind of kiss you read about in the romance novels Buffy was going to swear off as soon as she finished the latest one. That was her last thought that didn’t concern Angel and major kissage as his arms slipped around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. She slipped her arms around his neck to keep her balance and began to wriggle against the hard belt buckle that had somehow gotten into a slightly uncomfortable spot.
Then Buffy remembered he was wearing sweats. It wasn’t a belt buckle she was so shamelessly writhing into. “I'm sorry. I, um... I-I have to go to school.” she turned and quickly headed for the door.
“I know,” he said, his voice rough with emotions Buffy couldn’t identify. He grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him. Buffy found herself helplessly sliding her arms around his neck again and trying to get him closer somehow. They were pressed body-to-body again as their tongues duelled and explored each other’s mouths. Angel slid his hands downwards then back up again. It was as if he couldn’t stop touching her, and didn’t want to just have his hands on one limited area. Buffy was beginning to feel a slight throbbing sensation between her legs. This wasn’t the first time it had happened with Angel, but this time it was intense and much more defined. It was Angel who pulled away.
“Oh, God, you feel. . .” Buffy couldn’t even describe the ways that he turned her on. She helplessly pressed herself into him, wanting more. Some instinctive part of her knew that he was the key to dealing with the ache inside, but she didn’t know how.
He was still close to her as he said, “You have to go to school.” Angel started to manoeuvre her to the door.
“Right. I know. This is me.” She let herself be backed into the door, feeling Angel press against her, feeling his *ohmygod* erection, he had an erection because of Buffy Summers *ohmygod*, press into her despite the clothes between them. ”I'm going.” Angel slid his arms around her waist bending down his head to kiss her again. They were so close, Buffy could feel a slight rocking motion in Angel’s hips and felt herself responding in kind. She was a little disappointed they were the wrong heights to rock together (bad Buffy!). Then Angel’s lips left hers and started to trace a path of cool flame down her neck. Buffy gasped and started to return the gesture, wanting to feel and taste him.
Finally sanity returned, and they managed to pull enough apart to look at each other. “You still haven't told me what you wanted for your birthday,” Angel said. Buffy, in the course of the day’s events so far (and school hadn’t even started) had completely forgotten. She smiled and allowed the change of topic. If things had kept going the way they were there was no telling what would have happened.
“Surprise me,” she replied to the unarticulated question. Angel’s response was that slight upward turn of the lips that always took Buffy’s breath away. It started another response that Buffy was starting to associate utterly with Angel.
“Okay. I will.” They kissed. He pulled away too soon for her and Buffy resisted the urge to pout, not wanting to spoil the best moment in her life yet.
“This is nice. I like seeing you first thing in the morning.” Buffy looked up at him thinking, *Yeah, nice, more like absolutely amazing.*
“It's bedtime for me.” His smile widened ever so slightly.
“Well, then I like seeing you at bedtime.” Then she realized how that sounded. *Oh great, now he’s gonna think I’m easy or a slut or . . . something.* “Um... Um, heh... Y-you know what I mean.” she stammered trying to correct her verbal blunder before she got into further hot water. Although to be honest, that hot water was sounding pretty attractive if it involved a wet, naked Angel.
“I think so.” he frowned, “What do you mean?”
“I like seeing you. The part at the end of the night where we say good-bye... It's getting harder.” Buffy didn’t know where that blunt statement had come from, but it was true. It wasn’t just the dreams that had her waking up at nights aching for him either or the touches that were straying farther and farther from neutral territory. There was a part of her that felt torn when he wasn’t there. Something she didn’t dare tell her friends about because the feelings were so strong they were all scary and co-dependent. She needed him with her.
She was so caught up in her thoughts and ignoring the need that had her wanting to lose herself in him, she almost missed his soft response. ”Yeah. It is.”
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“'I like you at bedtime?' You actually said that?” Willow could not believe her ears. Her best friend, walking next to her, had just said that she had practically propositioned Angel.
Buffy was looking really kinda uncomfortable about it. “I know, I know.” Willow began to try to think of something cool to say. Or something to say at all. Anything.
“Man, that's like... I-I dunno, that's moxie or something.” *Great going speech girl, what are you? The valley girl extraordinaire?*
“Totally unplanned. It just... came out.” said the Slayer. She was starting to really get into telling it, and Willow was not about to stop her. *It’s not like I’ll be talking about smoochies with my boyfriend anytime soon, not that I have a boyfriend, and this is way beyond smoochie-ville, anyway. I mean ‘bedtime’?!*
“And he was into it?” she responded with a slight giggle, “I mean, he wants to see you at bedtime, too?”
“Yeah, I . . . I . . . I think he does. Well, I . . . I mean he-he's cool about it.” Willow was feeling somewhat out of her depth with this response. It was so . . . incredible! They were talking about someone she knew, her age, doing *it*. Willow was so stunned she couldn’t even think the word. Then she realised she had to respond.
“Well, of course he is. 'Cause he's cool. I mean, he would never. . . you know. . .” *Great Will, dazzle her with your verbal skills again.* Clearly coherency was not going to be a hallmark of her conversation.
“Push.” Buffy finished for her.
“Right. H-he's not the type.”
“Will, what am I gonna do?” Willow was always startled when Buffy, ‘live-in-the-now- because-tomorrow-you-might-be-dead’ Buffy; her worldly, strong, demon-killing friend came to her for advice on things that Willow had yet to experience, and sometimes, even consider.
She said the only thing she could. “What do you wanna do?” Willow asked gently.
“I don't know. I... I mean,” they sat on a bench, “'want' isn't always the right thing *to* do. To act on want can be wrong.” Buffy was looking completely flustered by the situation, and Willow wished she knew more about this stuff for Buffy’s sake. Or that Buffy had talked to Ms Calendar.
“True,” was Willow’s noncommittal reply. She didn’t want to make Buffy jump into something she didn’t want just because she, super-smart-nerd-girl, had said Buffy should.
“But... to *not* act on want... What if I never feel this way again?” That question finally told Willow the problem. Buffy was looking for a reassurance, in a way, that Angel and her friends wouldn’t turn on her for it.
She smiled at the usually confident blonde. “Carpe diem. You told me that once.”
“'Fish of the day'?” Buffy was just confused and managed to mess up the dramatic impact of Willow’s advice.
“Not carp.” She smiled, amused at the way Buffy’s mind sometimes made connections. “Carpe. It means 'seize the day.'”
Buffy’s expression cleared when the meaning came clear. “Right. I. . . I think we're going to. Seize it. Once you get to a certain point, then seizing is sort of inevitable.”
Willow went wide-eyed, “Wow...” Buffy was actually going to go there, wow about summed it up.
Buffy smiled, “Yeah.”
“Wow...”
The school bell rang.
Buffy leaped to her feet, taking off for class with a whined “Oh...” Willow followed.
“Wow!”
After a long two periods, neither of which contained Buffy, Willow caught up with her. “Wow,” she said in a prompting tone of voice.
“Yeah.” said Buffy with a smile, not volunteering anything more. She looked over to the side and saw Oz sitting at a bench with his guitar. “Hey, speaking of 'wow' potential, there's Oz over there. What are we thinking, any sparkage?”
Willow smiled, “He's nice. Hey, I like his hands.” Willow was also all too happy to discuss her own love life, or lack thereof with Buffy.
“Mm. A fixation on insignificant detail is a definite crush sign.” Buffy said eagerly.
They talked a little while longer about Oz. Then Buffy left her with the words, “Well, you won't know until you try.” Buffy walked off then, leaving Willow to consider her next action. She looked at Oz, at Buffy walking away and back at Oz.
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Giles came walking out of the lounge and saw Xander. The boy looked a little depressed, which was hardly unexpected, considering that he had just had a ‘what relationship?’ discussion with Cordelia by the lockers.
“Oh, good morning.” Giles was almost looking forward to the surprise party that evening. It was a chance for him to get some ‘alone time’ with Ms. Calendar as the children would say. “Is everything in order for the party?”
“Absolutely. You ready to get down, you funky party weasel?” Xander had, yet again, managed to make Giles sound about as interesting as a dust bunny, only with less personality. *How is it that he can rescue people in battle be an almost brilliant tactician, and still irritate everyone around him?* Still Buffy and her friends appreciated Xander’s jokes when things got nasty. When they helped to lighten the mood. Rupert noticed Jenny and Buffy heading down the stairs.
“Here comes Buffy. Now remember: discretion is the better part of valour," he said.
Xander, as always, responded with something utterly inappropriate, “You coulda just said, 'shh!' God, are all you Brits such drama queens?” he turned to Buffy, “Buffy, I feel a pre-birthday spanking coming on.”
“I'd curb that impulse if I were you, Xander.” said Ms. Calendar. She and Buffy sat at a table in the lounge. While Giles tried to remove all notions of Xander and ‘pre-birthday spankings’ from his poor abused psyche.
“Check, cancel spanking.” said Xander into his shirt.
Giles joined them at the table. “You alright, Buffy? You seem a little fatigued,” he noted.
“Rough night.” she said, “I had a dream that Drusilla was alive and she killed Angel. I-it just really freaked me out.” she shifted nervously. The Watcher could tell she was worried. Anything having to do with Angel always got her like this.
In an attempt to get more details from the girl he asked, “You fear it was more of a. . . a portent?”
“See, I don't know. I don't wanna start a big freakout over nothing.”
He sighed inwardly. Amazing how quickly he forgot the stress of world destroying phenomena. “Still, best to be, uh, on the alert. If Drusilla is alive, i-i-it could be a fairly... cataclysmic state of affairs.”
“Again, so many words! Couldn't you just say, 'we'd be in trouble'?” Giles was momentarily confused, then realised the boy was referring to their earlier conversation. He shot the young man a dark look, “Go to class, Xander.”
“Gone.” he got up and started away, but then paused, “Notice the economy of phrasing:” he simply wasn’t going to let it go, “'gone.' Simple. Direct.” he pointed at Giles and left. Rupert wondered whether he had ever been that obnoxious at Xander’s age and decided that he may have been misguided and lost in his rebellion, but he had never been that irritating.
“Maybe I should get 'gone', too.” said Buffy. She still looked nervous and tired. She stood and smiled slightly at him.
He immediately stood as well and tried to reassure her. “Uh, don't worry unduly, Buffy. I-I-I'm sure it's nothing.”
“I know. I should keep my Slayer cool, but... it's Angel, which automatically equals maxi-wig.” didn’t her Watcher know that all too well. He could clearly remember that Tarakan incident several weeks back in excruciating detail. ‘You can send assassins after me, but nobody tries to kill my boyfriend.’
“Hmm.” was all he said. He gave her a smile as she left.
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The next morning, Buffy and her Mom were eating breakfast in the kitchen, while Buffy tried to get up the nerve to talk to her mother on an extremely important topic.
“Mall trip for your birthday on Saturday. Don't forget.” her mother said.
“Space on a mom-sponsored shopping opportunity? Not likely.” Buffy began to wonder how to get an opening to put out her idea. A good segue if you will.
“Hmm. So, does, um, 17 feel any different than 16?” *This is it! Perfect Mom!*
“It's funny you should ask that.” she began, “You know, I woke up feeling more responsible, mature and levelheaded.” *Come on, work with me here.* She carefully arranged her face into an expression of what she hoped was a combination of innocence and maturity.
“Really? Tch. It's uncanny.” said her mother. Obviously she didn’t want to agree to anything without knowing what it was.
“I now possess the qualities one looks for in a-- ” Buffy paused, then plunged on, “licensed driver.” she looked at her mom hopefully. After all, when she had a car, she would be able to drive herself places, she could drive Angel places, she and Angel could have a mobile Make-out unit. Heh. Mobile Make-out unit. That was one of those poetry things. Assonance. Or was it that other thing with the ‘a’ at the beginning?
“Buffy. . .”
“You said we could talk about it again when I was 17.” Buffy said hurriedly, trying to get in her points before she lost her nerve. The thought of herself and Angel in the back seat of a car doing back-seat-of-a-car stuff, suddenly had her . . . distracted.
“Do you really think you're ready, Buffy?” her mom asked. Buffy thought to herself, *Oh yeah, I’m ready. I’m all ready to do some serious seizing of cute and hard Angel . . .* Then her mother’s phrasing and inflection hit her. Just like . . .
Joyce dropped her plate. Buffy watched it fall and saw it shatter on the floor.
Just like the dream.
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Buffy sat at the table while Giles paced behind her. “. . . and then my mom broke the plate. It was just like my dream. Every gesture, every word.” she looked up at him, “It was so creepy.”
“Yes, well, I-I-I'd imagine it would be. . . fairly unnerving.” he responded. Buffy wasn’t sure of how accurate unnerving was. Scary as all hell was a lot more accurate. He perched on the end of the table. Then Xander and Willow came bounding in, grinning cheerfully as though everything was of the good.
“Hey! It's the woman of the hour,” said Xander grinning.
“It's Happy Birthday Buffy!” Willow added with cheery excitement. She jumped over to the table, hugged Buffy's shoulders and gave her a big smile. Buffy just looked down and pulled her hair behind her ear. “Not Happy Birthday Buffy?” Willow asked plaintively, her expression immediately shifting from cheeriness to concern.
Giles’ response did a lot to cool their jets. “I-it's just that, um, part of the nightmare that Buffy had the other night actually transpired,”
“Which means Drusilla might still be alive,” Buffy added. Turning slightly to her watcher she said, “Giles, in my dream, I couldn't stop her. She blindsided me. A-Angel was gone before I knew what happened.” Buffy was beginning to panic the more she thought seriously about the possibilities. What if Drusilla did kill Angel? What if it wasn’t a metaphor type thingy and Angel was literally dusted? All chances at seizing would blow away in the wind. *Seizing? Angel could die and you’re thinking about *it*? Bad Buffy! Bad!*
Buffy dragged her attention back to Giles and away from naughty thoughts. “Even if she is alive, uh, we can still protect Angel.” Buffy looked slightly incredulous. “Dreams aren't prophecies, Buffy. Y-y-y-you dreamt that the Master had risen, but you stopped it from happening,” he pointed out reasonably.
“You ground his bones to make your bread,” Xander added, for once coming in at the right moment. Buffy started to feel better.
“That's true.” She paused and wrinkled her nose a little. “Except for the bread part.” *Yech* She turned to Giles, “Okay, so, fine. We're one step ahead, but I wanna stay that way.” Her voice was serious again, but without the edge of panic it had held minutes before.
If Giles was taken aback by her resolve he didn’t show it. “Absolutely. Let me read up on Drusilla, uh, see if she has any particular patterns. Why don't you meet me here at 7:00? We'll map out a strategy.”
“What am I supposed to do until then?” Buffy asked. For the first time ever, she had an urge to spend an afternoon training.
Giles seemed ever so slightly ironic as he replied. “Go to classes, do your homework, have supper. . .” H trailed off. Buffy got the picture and realised that she did have an essay due in a week that she hadn’t started.
“Right. Be *that* Buffy.” she got up from the table, grabbed her bag and headed out of the library.
The others watched her go.
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At six-fifty-five Buffy was walking down the hall towards the library. If Giles hadn’t found anything on Drusilla she was going hunting. A voice from behind her startled the slayer. “Buffy.” She whirled around and saw it was just Ms Calendar.
“Oh, my God, I didn't see you there.” The teacher looked a little nervous. *And she should be for sneaking up a a Slayer. What, is everyone turning stalker on me now?* Thoughts of stalking led her to thoughts of Angel, and Buffy started thinking (again) about what patrols had inevitably led to of late. Funny how near-death situations made you think about stuff like that.
“Sorry.” Ms. Calendar’s voice broke through her thoughts, “Um, Giles wanted me to tell you that there's been a change of plans. Uh, he wants to meet you someplace near his house 'cause he had to run home and get a book or something.”
Buffy wondered at the nervousness in the other’s voice even as she rolled her eyes at Giles’ dedication to his research. “’Cause heaven knows there aren't enough books in the library.”
“Uh, he's... very thorough.” Buffy suddenly remembered, Giles, Ms. Calendar, adult item of the month.
“Oh, which is not to bag. It's kind of manly in an obsessive-compulsive kind of way, don't you think?” Buffy said making sure that the woman didn’t think she was dissing Giles. Buffy liked Jenny Calendar, she was good for Giles. It meant Giles was forced to spend some time in the twentieth century. Not to mention Ms Calendar had actually gotten Giles to do things unrelated to cross-indexing demon books.
“Mm-hm. Um, you know, my car's here. Why don't I drive you?” the teacher asked her. seemingly not noticing the foot now permanently lodged in Buffy’s throat.
“Okay.”
Somehow, they wound up in the alley outside the Bronze. Jenny's Beetle rolling slowly along. Buffy, somewhat curious by now as Giles’ apartment was nowhere near there, asked, “Are we goin' to the Bronze?”
“I'm not sure,” came the cryptic answer, “Giles gave me an address. I'm just following his directions.” They rounded a corner, and Buffy saw a truck parked in an adjacent loading area. A man jumped off of the truck bed while another walked across the loading dock. Then Buffy’s spider sense went off.
“This looks funky. Stop for a sec,” she said, starting to get out.
Ms. Calendar began to caution her, “No, Buffy, maybe you shouldn't. . .”
The Slayer shrugged. “Sorry. Sacred duty, yadda yadda yadda.” she hopped out of the car to investigate. She walked up to the truck, stopping by the cab. She saw the bespectacled vampire from the DuLac crypt carrying a wooden box. “Every time I see you, you're stealing something.” Buffy paused paused as the vampire growled. “You really should speak with someone about this klepto issue.” Then the truck started and all hell broke loose.
***
Inside the Bronze Angel peeked out from behind a pillar and looked around. “Where is she?” he asked. He was getting worried. After all, with the dreams she’d been having lately and the fact that part of one had come true this morning, it was possible she had been captured by Drusilla. On the other hand, she could simply have gotten delayed trying on outfits for that evening. Angel smiled inwardly at the notion while the others poked their heads out from behind the pool table.
“Shhh! I think I hear her coming.” said Willow. Angel sighed and distracted himself from his worry and boredom by thinking about how good Buffy’s slender, muscular, feminine little body felt pressed against his own. It proved a very effective distraction.
***
Outside, Buffy was searching for something to stake with and finally found it. One of the wooden bed retainers. She broke off a piece and jammed it into one of the vampires' chests, and he burst into ashes. The other grabbed her from behind, lifting her onto the loading dock, and threw her at a door.
***
The gang heard the fighting going on outside and started to get to their feet. Buffy and the vampire came crashing through the window opposite the gang and hit the floor. She scrambled to her feet and kicked the vampire as he came for her. While he stumbled back a few steps. Buffy grabbed a drumstick from a drum set, spun around with it and thrust it into the vampire's chest. The vampire exploded into ashes. A beat later Cordelia jumped up from behind the pool table with her arms raised high.
“Surprise!”
The others all looked back at her blinking in bemusement. Except for Angel who had moved forward in the course of the fight and was now anxiously checking his girlfriend over for injuries. “Buffy, are you okay?” Angel asked when she hopped off the stage. His concern faded a little as he saw she wasn’t limping or wincing. He took the brief opportunity to marvel at just how beautiful, skilled and strong his lover was. Well, girlfriend anyhow. He wasn’t certain how Buffy would react if he were to propose the notion of them becoming lovers in the classic sense.
“Yes. W-what happened?” Giles’ voice broke through Angel’s internal debate.
“Uh, there were these vamps outs . . .” she started gesturing behind her. “W-what's going on?” She looked so cute and confused as she saw everyone standing around ready to enjoy the party with her, Angel just wanted to kiss her right then and there.
“Oh, um... A surprise party.” Giles sheepishly blew on a party favour.
Cordelia wryly added, “Happy Birthday.”
“You guys did all this for me?” Buffy asked, then turned to Angel, “That is so sweet.” She smiled happily at her boyfriend.
Angel was warmed by her response but he had to ask, “You sure you're okay?”
Buffy sounded exasperated as she assured him, “Yes, I'm fine.” dimly Angel could hear the new boy, what was his name - Oz or something, asking Willow about the vampire and an explanation. He was more concerned with the small blonde staring into his eyes however. He was about to suggest that Buffy go get some cake when Ms. Calendar came into the Bronze carrying a box.
“Hey, can somebody give me a hand here?” she asked, a touch irritably. Angel and Giles took it from her and set it on a table. “Those creeps left this behind.” she said as they began to examine the box.
“What is it?” asked Buffy.
“I have no idea.” responded her watcher, “Can . . . can it be opened?”
“Yeah. This looks like a release right here.” Jenny worked the latch and opened the box. Inside was an arm clad in armour. Buffy looked over at Giles in disgust and was startled when the arm suddenly leaped up, grabbed Buffy by the throat and began choking her. Buffy struggled with the arm while Angel tried to pull it off of her. Between them they got it off and Angel stuffed it back into the box while Buffy stepped back and tried to catch her breath. Giles slammed the lid shut.
“Well, clearly the Hellmouth's answer to 'what do you get the Slayer who has everything?'” said Xander. Angel suppressed an urge to open the box again and throw the arm at the boy. As he stood there, checking his coughing girlfriend over, Angel felt a memory working its way to the surface of his mind.
“Good heavens. Buffy, are you all right?” demanded Giles. His eyes were wide and Angel could hear the fear in the man’s voice.
“Man, that thing had major grip.” she responded, holding her throat. Angel tightened his grip on her shoulders.
Willow looked like she was in shock as she stammered “W-what was that?”
“It looked like an arm,” said the short guy whom Willow had invited. Then the surfacing memory reached his conscious mind and Angel went from concerned to downright frightened.
He started to mutter, “It can't be. She wouldn't.” He shook his head trying to move past the irrational fear that if he said it aloud it would happen. That if he didn’t it wouldn’t.
“What, uh, vamp's version of 'snakes in a can', or do you care to share?” Angel barely heard the brat as he tried not to grab Buffy and head for the hills to protect her.
Buffy’s voice brought him out of his stupor as she said his name. He had to tell them for everyone’s safety. “It-it's a legend. . . way before my time. . . of a demon brought forth to rid the Earth of the plague of humanity. . . separate the righteous from the wicked. . . and to burn the righteous down. They call him the Judge.”
Exuding that bizarre mixture of fascination, excitement, and fear he always exhibited with each new demon, disaster, or peril on the Hellmouth Giles demanded, “The Judge? This is he?”
“Not all of him.” Angel replied.
Buffy raised her hand, “Um, still needing backstory here.”
Her Watcher started, addressing Angel more than the rest of the group. “Um. . . He, he, he couldn't be killed, yes?” Angel could only shrug slightly in confirmation. “Um, a-an army was sent against him. Most of them died. . . but, uh, finally they were able to dismember him, but, uh. . . not kill him.”
“The pieces were scattered. . . buried in every corner of the Earth.” Angel continued.
Ms. Calendar said speculatively, “So all these parts are being brought here.”
“By Drusilla. The vamps outside were Spike's men.” Buffy stated.
Angel had gone past fright. He was terrified. It had taken an army to stop the Judge, and all they had was the gang, him and Buffy. His Buffy. The fact that he might very well die in the next couple of days didn’t frighten him him nearly as much as the concept of Buffy dying. “She's just crazy enough to do it,” he said to himself. He wondered if “Daddy” could convince Dru not to do it.
“Do what, reassemble the Judge?” asked Willow, having over heard his remark.
“And bring forth Armageddon,” he said.
“Is anybody else gonna have cake?” Cordelia asked. Angel heard the near ridiculous query after the baked goods and wondered how the girl could be so blind.
“We need to get this out of town.” Giles sounded a little desperate as he spoke.
Ms. Calendar turned to the vampire, “Angel.”
Buffy looked puzzled and worried responding for her boyfriend, “What?”
“You have to do it,” the computer teacher continued as though uninterrupted. “You're the only one that can protect this thing.”
“What about me?” Buffy demanded. Angel couldn’t blame her for taking offence. ‘What am I, chopped liver?’ was inherent to her tone of voice.
“What, you're just gonna skip town for a few months?” retorted the elder woman as Angel realized, *Months? Oh my God she’s right. I won’t see Buffy again for months.*
“'Months'?” his girlfriend unwittingly echoed the vampire’s thoughts.
“She's right.” Angel was already trying to plot the fastest route he knew to get that thing away from Buffy. “I gotta get this to the remotest region possible.”
“But that's not months,” she protested.
Angel barely heard her as he started planning aloud. “I gotta catch a cargo ship to Asia, maybe trek to Nepal. . .”
“You know, those newfangled flying machines really are much safer than they used to be.” His lover, *girlfriend*, said sarcastically.
“I can't fly. There's no sure way to guard against the daylight. I . . . I don't like this any more than you do, Buffy. But there's no other choice.” Angel was frantic to get the arm out of there if it meant Buffy’s safety.
“When?” she asked.
“Tonight. As soon as possible.” Angel said.
“But it's my birthday.” Those soft, pained words broke Angel’s heart. He wanted to stay here with her. Celebrate the day his true love had come into existence and eat birthday cake with her; dance with her and tell her he loved her. Ms. Calendar’s voice burst through his haze of sadness like a death knell.
“I'll drive you to the docks.”
*****************
Buffy and Angel made their way to the ship, Angel carrying the box on his shoulder as they walked arm in arm. When they reached the gangplank Angel set the box down. “I should go the rest of the way alone.” He tried not to look as depressed as he felt. It would be easier if they parted ways here. She was masterfully holding back tears, and Angel was not going to cry in front of her. Buffy was strong, she would still be there when he got back.
“Okay.” Buffy said. She could see Angel was busy being strong so that she could be strong too. *Dammit! I hate doing the right thing!*
“But I'll be back. I will.” Angel swore to himself he would be back. And he would be there for her even if she had found someone else. His heart twisted inside of him at the thought.
Her voice reflected every bit of the heartbreak she felt as she asked, “When? Six months, a year? You don't know how long it's gonna take or if we'll even...” Buffy just couldn’t say it. He had to survive to come back to her. He had to. She looked at the ground with the unshed tears pricking her eyes.
“Hey. . .” Angel reached forward to get her to meet his eyes. “If we'll even what?” Angel thought he had a pretty good idea of what she was going to say. Her answer surprised him.
“Well, if you haven't noticed, someone pretty much always wants us dead.” Buffy was not going to cry. He had always said he was proud of her for being strong, and she was not going to let him see her break down.
His denial was immediate. “Don't say that. We'll be fine.” Just the thought that she would be here with no one to protect her back made him feel sick.
Buffy tried to find a way to make him see reason, to stay, even though she knew it wasn’t reasonable, “We don't know that.”
“We can't know, Buffy. Nobody can. That's just the deal.” He paused for a moment. Drinking in the sight and scent of her. “I have something for you. For your birthday. I. . . I was gonna give it to you earlier, but. . . “ he trailed off and simply held out the ring. If she agreed to wear it they would be promised to one another. If she refused . . . Angel held his figurative breath.
“It's beautiful.” Buffy said. She had seen that design somewhere before. Where?
“My people -- before I was changed -- they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty. . . and the heart. . . Well, you know. . .” the moment was bittersweet. She was promising herself to him just as he was about to leave for God only knew how long. He wanted to tell her it was a betrothal ring, but it was a little unfair right before he left. “Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this.” He showed her his own ring on his finger. She touched his hand, leaned over and kissed the ring. “Put it on.” He took the ring from her and slipped it onto her finger.
“I don't wanna do this,” Buffy said with a sob. She felt like someone was reaching into her chest pulling out her heart and stomping on it. Okay, not so poetic, but it was accurate.
Angel understood her pain and was resisting the urge to break down in tears himself. He settled for trying to let his voice and touch let her know how much he wanted to stay. “Me either.”
“So don't go,” she pleaded. He just looked at her as they leaned closer together, and let his eyes close as they kissed. For a moment the world fell away and he relaxed into the feelings her closeness inspired, the scent of her rising arousal and the way she fit so perfectly against him.
“Buffy. . . I. . .” *love you* his mind finished, but vampires were lunging out of nowhere and Angel was suddenly fighting for his life. He tried to focus on the vampire in front of him, but fear for Buffy had him distracted.
“Angel! The box!” Buffy’s cry cut through the air and Angel raced to reach it before the other vampires did.
Buffy tried to reach it as well, but in her distraction she suddenly found herself flying through the air, and hitting something dark and painful before she blacked out. She didn’t hear Angel’s anguished cry, “Buffy!” He jumped over the railing and into the water after her.
Part 2
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