Title: Answers

Author: The Zeppo Rating: PG 13 (possible adult situations) - I'm not really going to tell you if it's angsty or not, I don't wanna give away the story Summary: When Angel finds out about Spike and his newly restored soul, he heads to Sunnydale for some explanations. Totally B/A...or is it? Hehe. I'll also have different characters pov's expressed, so, keep that in mind. Spoilers: BtVS season 7, AtS season 4. This story takes place after Cordelia gets her memory back, yada, yada, yada. But don't worry, she's not really in any of the story. Feedback: Always wanted and welcome. For any of the previous chapters, just email me: slayage@hotmail.com Author's Note: All lyrics are by Avril Lavigne, off her album 'Let Go'

CHAPTER 1 Angel:

Unbelievable. That's pretty much the only word I can form right now as I head to Sunnydale. The fact that William the Bloody is still residing in the town is enough to make me squeeze the steering wheel a little tighter, but now he has a soul? Are they just handing those things out these days, like 'a dime a dozen' kind of thing? I'm not sure why, but I think I might actually be jealous. I guess I always assumed I'd be the special vamp that everybody's heard of. That's just not the case anymore.

I'm not completely sure why I feel so inclined to go to Sunnydale, but there's something in my gut that keeps telling me I need to find out more. So I push down harder on the pedal as I race down the freeway.

At least there's not too much traffic at 4 in the morning.


Willow just told me the news that Angel's coming. She spoke to Cordelia on the phone the other day during one of their periodic updates that I wasn't even informed of. Willow just happened to bring up the fact that Spike has his soul back, and Cordelia felt the need to share that information with Angel. So Cordy called back to warn us that he sped out of the hotel the minute he heard, on his way over.

I asked Willow how much of our lives she tells Cordy, and she told me that they don't really speak that often, and even when they do, it's mostly just pleasantries. I breathe a sigh of relief, and I know Willow understands why.

"You're still going to have to tell him the story though," she says to me. She has that sympathetic best friend look she always gives me, and I look back at her, trying not to show my emotions.

"I know." I whisper. "Something tells me he's not going to take it that great." Willow gently touches my arm and I quietly move past her to go up the stairs to my room. As I close the door behind me, I sit on my bed, head in my hands, and try to write what I'm going to say to him in my head.


I hear the knock at the door at about quarter to five in the morning and don't really mind. I wasn't sleeping anyway.

I put my blue, satin robe on and make my way down the stairs to the front door, and try my best to put on that innocent face everyone always falls for. But I know I can't chicken out of this. He has to know.

He's going to know.

I turn the handle slowly, and am met with Angel's deadpan face. I haven't seen him in almost a year, and it seems that every time we see each other, the last time we saw each other was even longer ago.

"Hey," I say softly, and stand aside to let him come in. He quickly takes the invitation, and crosses the threshold wearing his customary black duster.

I've always loved those dusters.

"Hi," he says in response. He turns to look at me as I shut the door behind him, and I wait for him to start up the conversation. When he does, he speaks in a hushed tone, obviously realizing that there are other people in the house.

"Look, I'm really sorry for coming at such a crazy hour but...I think this is a pretty good reason."

"Yeah, sure, it's no problem," I say in a friendly manner, a little annoyed at the slight coldness to his voice. "I guess you probably want to hear the story then, huh?"

"Yes, I would."

"Well, why don't we head upstairs, cuz it's a looong story. Believe me." I touch his arm softly to lead him up the stairs and he looks a little uncomfortable about the two of us going into my bedroom again.

I close the door as he begins to pace the floor of the room, and I notice that my legs are beginning to shake just the slightest bit.


"So?" he says expectantly, and I gesture for him to sit on the bed, but he instead opts for sitting on the chair by my desk. I quickly realize why, and a small pang goes through me, but I quickly shake it off. //Pretty pathetic Summers, you're still not over him. //

But I guess that's always what your first love does to you.

I sit on the bed instead, and try to decide where to begin. Angel sits forward on the chair, with his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together. I look at him for a moment from where I sit, and after a few seconds, he looks away. That simply gesture hurts more then I can put into words. I cover up that hurt by deciding to start up what is promising to be a very exciting conversation.

"There's something we need to talk about first," I say, knowing he can detect the shakiness in my voice that I was trying so hard to cover up. "It's important for you to know the entire story."

"I'm listening," is all he says.