From: "Scott W.L. Daravanis" <email@example.com>
TITLE: Some other beginnings end = 2/?
AUTHOR: Brianna Devlin (firstname.lastname@example.org)
RATING: PG13 for this part, working up to an NC17 (consensual sex, the
usual angst between those stake-crossed lovers Buffy & Angel).
SUMMARY: All episodes through The Zeppo, with references to Amends &
The Zeppo. I hate being left in the dark, so heres my take on what
happened the night after the Scooby Gang minus Xander saved the world,
again. Oh yeah, and what was with Buffys hair? She looked like shed
been attacked by a crimping iron.
DISCLAIMER: All BtVS characters were created by Joss Whedon and his
minions. I own nothing of significance, so dont sue me or mine. You
wont get a dime.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first fanfic. Ever. Go easy on me. I
learned from the master, Bernadette. Scary, isnt it?! Did the curse
Willow translated from Jennys files exclude the happy clause? Who
knows? In my insane world, anything could happen, and a lot of things
cant happen. Frustrated yet? Imagine being in Angels shoes . . . or
helping him out of them . . . . =)
FEEDBACK: Please encourage my writers ego. But I warn you, be gentle
and dont flame me. I dont take kindly to flaming. I might just have
to vamp out and kill you. Im serious. Really. Im not the
DISTRIBUTION: If you really want to, thatd be just spiffy! Just let
me know beforehand.
DEDICATION: To Bernadette, that crazy wench and my bestest bud, for
encouraging me to write something, anything before she dies. Or at
least before they get fed up with her constant harassment, and she
finally gets laid by Spike or Angelus. Or, Spike and Angelus. Who
could ask for anything more, huh Bernadette? And to Saber for her help
with the rating system. Gosh, I hate being an amateur!
Angel turned away from the fireplace and knelt in front of the
his life. Placing a hand on each of her thighs, he looked deeply into
her curious eyes, taking in her beauty. Her perfect lips, the curve of
her cheekbones, her hazel eyes that drank him in with every beat of her
heart. And her hair, her beautiful blond hair. "Buffy, I," he
stopped, wanting to say so much, but becoming distracted with each
passing second. He could barely continue he has so much to tell her,
to show her.
"Yes?" Buffy asked, interrupting him. The
strain between them growing
every moment. Buffy wasnt sure she could wait any longer. "What is
Angel sighed, unable to resist it any longer. "Your hair."
Buffy looked at him, flabbergasted. This was obviously
so not what she
wanted to hear from him. "My hair?"
Angel nodded. "Your hair. Buffy, what the
hell did you do to it?" His
gaze followed her as she pushed him away and stood up, crossing the room
to the opposite side. She had to get away from him. What was wrong
with her hair, and why the hell was he so upset by it?
She stood with her back to him, majorly pissed. "What
do you mean, my
Angel stood, realizing that hed obviously pissed her
off, which he had
definitely not intended to do. But as much as he wanted to be honest
with her, he couldnt look at her without getting past her hair. He
walked to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Honey, Im sorry."
Buffy shrugged his hand off, so not wanting him to touch her
Well, okay, yeah, she wanted him to *touch* her, but not while she was
mad, damn it! She turned around, her eyes staring stakes through him.
"Youre sorry? You insult my hair without telling me why, then you
apologize? Who are you? The Vidal Sassoon of Vampires?"
Unfamiliar with the name, Angel looked at Buffy, completely
"Was that a joke? Because if it was, Im not getting it."
"Ugh!" Buffy walked past him so forcefully,
she nearly knocked him
down. "Never mind!"
"Okay, Im sorry. I didnt mean to offend
you. Its just that, with
all of the excitement earlier, I didnt really notice that you looked,"
he paused for the right word, "different." He cringed slightly, waiting
for the fireworks to start again.
Buffy looked at him, her lips all pouty. "I do?"
"Honey, you know I love you, right?" Buffy
nodded. "And that I would
never hurt you on purpose, right?" She nodded again, still pouting.
"But as much as I need to talk to you and tell you what Ive been
thinking, and feeling, these passed few weeks, I cant look at you
without wondering why you fixed your hair that way. It just not you,
honey. In all honesty, it looks like you were attacked by some sort of
a crimping iron. I know the Hellmouth is bad, honey. But not even it
is *this* bad."
Buffy suddenly realized what he was talking about, and her
instantly. "My hair. Oh my, gosh! I forgot!" She rushed to a mirror
across the room, pausing briefly again to wonder why he ever had the
damn thing in the first place. Looking at her reflection, she
immediately knew what he was talking about. She turned to him, grinning
child-like. "Sorry. I was going through some of the stuff in my trunk
today, you know, cleaning it out and all. I came across a few things,
and since I wasnt expecting the mouth of hell to explode, I just messed
around with it a bit. With all of the wiggins tonight, I sort of
forgot." Suddenly, she found herself upset with him again. "Why didnt
you say anything earlier? You could have stopped me from looking like
*I* came out of the hellmouth!"
"Like I said, I didnt think about it earlier.
And dont worry, honey,"
Angel said, pulling her into a warm embrace. "You dont look anything
like those blue-faced demons. They were really ugly."
"Oh, you mean the smurfettes? Yeah, major wiggins
there." She leaned
up and gave him a kiss. "Now, what were you going to tell me. Or am I
still a major distraction?"
Angel walked her to the sofa again, sitting down next to her.
over it," he said, smiling. "Seriously, Buffy. I know weve gone over
this so many times we should just slay each other and be done with it.
But I cant do this anymore."
"This. Just this. Holding hands, kissing,
touching occasionally. Like
I said earlier, one of these times when we get into a major groping
session, I might not be able to stop it there. And if I cant, Im
dreading what might happen if we, or I dont."
"About what you might do to me?" Buffy asked, innocently.
"That, and about what will happen afterwards."
"After your happy."
Angel smiled at her candor. "Yes, after my happy."
"Well, well just curse you again. We did it before."
"And look what it cost you, Buffy! Remember, on
Christmas, outside the
mansion, what I told you?"
Buffy sighed, growing saddened once more at the thought that
never be together again. Not *that* way, at least. She nodded,
avoiding her eyes from his searing gaze. "You said that you couldnt
do it again. That you cant become a killer again."
"What else?" he asked, nearly demanding her to say the words.
Buffy swallowed hard, angry at him for making her do this.
please," she pleaded with him.
"Say it, Buffy."
~~End Part Two~~
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