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Alphabet Meme. Buffy/Angel. (Buffyverse)

TITLE: Innocent Though Experienced
AUTHOR: Nikki Harrington
FANDOM: Buffyverse
PAIRING: Buffy Anne Summers/Angel
SUB-GENRE: Established Relationship. Angst
SUMMARY: Set after the final episode of Angel The Series. Angel gets a surprise visitor and a suggestion.
SPOILERS: General for Season Five and for Not Fade Away in particular.
WARNING: Canon major character death mentioned.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for sharpiesgal: I - 'Innocence'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.

From their temporary office he watches the sun set, sliding down beyond the horizon, heralding the beginning of the night; the beginning of the time he can venture outside.

It's over.

They won.

He still doesn't know how.

They won.

But the costs were high. Too high.

Wesley and Gunn; both dead.

Lorne: hopefully alive, but he knows Lorne'll never be seen again.

Connor: lost to him, but thankfully safe.

And Fred: Dead? Alive? Both. Neither. Illyria lives, and somewhere within her is Fred. Was Fred. Angel has seen nothing of Fred, not even a hint, since the moment she told them of Wes's death.

It's just him, Spike and Illyria. Friends? Enemies? Both. Neither. Just them. Just the three of them. But they survived; against all the odds, they survived. For now. As he stares out of the window, he watches the final fingers of the sun disappear, plunging the city that never sleeps into a darkness that is never dark.

He hears a noise and turns, ready for action. He stops and just stares at her. She's lost weight, she looks tired, she looks years older than the last time he saw her. "Buffy?" He whispers her name, hardly daring to believe she really is there.

And then she smiles; the smile he knows she's never bestowed on anyone else. "Angel." Even her voice sounds different; hesitant, older, wearier.

And then under his eyes, the years fade, the tiredness vanishes, and she's crossing the room and he's sweeping her up in his arms, holding her, kissing her, drinking in her scent. He never stopped loving her; he never will.

Finally, he puts her back on the ground and she takes his hand. "I'm sorry," she says. "About Wesley, Gunn, Fred, Cordy. Everyone."

He can't acknowledge it. Instead he asks, "What are you doing here? I thought you were -"

"I've come home." She speaks quietly. "I've come home to you. You need me, Angel, and I need you. We'll be together now."

He shakes his head. "Buffy, you know -"

But she puts her finger to his lips. "It'll be all right. We'll work it out. We don't have make love. Lots of couples don't. As long as we have each other, that's all we need." And she smiles.

He looks down at her. He looks down and sees the sixteen year old girl and the young woman she turned into and the woman so much older than her years, all rolled into one. She's still so innocent. Despite everything she has done, she's still so innocent.

And maybe it will be enough. Maybe she's right. Maybe her innocence can wrap itself around him and save him; absolve him. Together they are stronger than apart. They always were.

He wants to believe her.

He does.

He really does.

He pulls her back into his arms and buries his head in her hair. Tomorrow will bring what it will bring, for now, he has her back. He has Buffy. He'll believe.

TITLE: Until The End
AUTHOR: Nikki Harrington
FANDOM: Buffyverse
PAIRING: Buffy Anne Summers/Angel
SUB-GENRE: Established Relationship. Angst
SUMMARY: A sequel to Innocent Though Experienced. Angel wishes he could give some of his strength to Buffy.
WARNING: Major character pre-death.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for riverotter1951: D - 'Dirty Dancing'. I'm sorry this isn't up-beat, but the bunny refused to oblige.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.

He stands in the doorway watching her. Once again she has fallen asleep while watching a DVD.

Moving quietly, in the way only he can, he crosses the room, stops the movie and takes the DVD out to put it away. It's Dirty Dancing, a movie she's watched many times over the last few weeks. Well, a movie she's started to watch; he can't remember if she's managed to watch it all the way through.

As he puts it back on the shelf, he has a vivid memory of Buffy and Faith 'dancing' at The Bronze, when Buffy should have been at school. At least he thinks it was meant to be dancing. What it appeared to his eyes was very much 'dirty dancing'; something he never thought he'd see his Buffy indulging in. He wishes now she had the strength to dance like that; he wishes she had the strength to dance at all.

Who would have thought it, after all her years slaying demons and vampires, that she would lose her life to an illness? To a disease even the best medicine in the world still had no absolute cure for?

She's still so young, not yet thirty, they should still have many years, many decades together. And he'd have proved Mayor Wilkins wrong; he would not have been disgusted by her growing old; he would not have resented being tied to her. He'd have been there, caring for her, holding her, loving her, being with her, just as he's been for the past few years.

They've been good years; very good years. They found a way to manage, to be together, to love without risking him having one moment of perfect happiness. The disease hit hard and fast and for that he is glad. But they should have had more time.

But they won't have. She won't have the chance to grow old. It won't be long now; the doctors are now talking weeks, not months. His one hope is that Willow and Xander will arrive before it's too late. They have to say their goodbyes.

He can't say goodbye; he won't say goodbye. He will stay with her until the end, and then he will simply walk out into the sunrise and wait. And this time she won't be there to take his hand and lead him to safety. This time the snow will not fall.
Tags: fandom: buffyverse, fanfic: stories, pairing (het): buffy/angel

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