WARNING: If you haven't seen up to Buffy Season 7 and Angel season 4 (specifically up to "Conversations with Dead People" and "Rain of Fire") then you might not want to read this story just yet…
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and all those important people do. I'm just a kid, I own nothing.
Summary: Buffy goes to Angel hoping to get help for Spike but gets sort of sidetracked during her mission. B/A, a little b/s and a/c too.
Author's note: Yeah I know A/C, YUCK! I don't like them together either but it's just sorta necessary for the plot.
The Dream Is Over
Buffy stood nervously outside the door of the Hyperion looking up at the sky in confusion. She had been only half way to LA when the heavens had opened up and fire had begun to rain from the sky. The only up and coming apocalypse she knew of was "From beneath you, it devours." As vague as the cryptic statement was, as far as Buffy could tell, this certainly was not beneath her. Nothing was ever simple in Buffy's life. She comes looking for a little advice to help a friend, and she's greeted with a NEW apocalypse, as if she didn't have enough of her own to deal with.
Hoping that Angel would know what on Earth was going on, Buffy pushed the doors open and made her way into the lobby in search of answers. Descending the steps and traveling further into the dark spacious room, Buffy looked around warily, searching for any signs of Angel. She could sense that he was close, but she couldn't here a single noise throughout the entire building. It didn't seem like Angel to be sitting back resting on his ass when the sky had just opened up and his city was in the process of being destroyed. Buffy made her way over to the office area where she found a light switch and flicked it on, better revealing her surroundings. The desks were cluttered with piles and piles of what appeared to be recent cases.
Buffy froze when she heard a muffled thud come from the inner office. Very quietly she made her way over to the door and opened it slowly. The room was completely dark, with the exception of the small amount of light spilling in from the outer office and she could just barely make out a shadowy figure sitting in a chair in the center of the room. She knew it was Angel even before she flicked the lights on.
Buffy gasped as soon as she saw the condition of Angel and the room. The furniture through out the room was torn apart and destroyed, and paper was strewn all over the office. Angel sat in the center of the room staring at the ceiling, and looked as though he had just been severely beaten.
"Angel! Oh my God! Are you ok?" Buffy rushed to his side immediately.
"What are you doing here?" Angel asked, tilting his head to the side and looking at her questioningly, as if he had just noticed she was there.
"I was going to ask you something… It's not important now. What happened?" Buffy asked, cupping his cheek with her hand gently. Angel hissed and yanked his face away quickly, causing Buffy to step back.
"Don't," Angel commanded harshly, his face shifting into his demonic features. Buffy was surprised and confused by his behavior, and stood still for a few moments unsure what to do or say.
"What is going on?" Buffy asked remembering the destruction taking place outside.
"The end of the world," Angel answered casually.
"And you're not going to do anything?" Buffy asked, anger rising in her from the way he was behaving.
"I've done all I can to save this world, but no matter what I do, the same thing always happens. The world is going to end eventually, Buffy. Stop bothering to fight it, there's no use. No reward." Angel's voice sounded weak and defeated. He tilted his head back and began staring at the ceiling again.
"Snap out of it Angel! We have to do something. Is there nothing in this world worth saving?" Buffy shouted in frustration.
"No," Angel answered simply. Buffy was hurt by his answer; if someone were to have asked her the same question he would have been part of her answer. Angel was oblivious to the pain he was causing Buffy, which only enraged her more.
"Get up!" Buffy yelled, shoving him out of his chair and onto the floor.
Angel sprang back up to his feet quickly, his bored expression of a moment ago now one of pure rage. "Give up!" Angel screamed, pushing Buffy back in retaliation. Buffy had been caught off guard by his sudden rejuvenation and hit the wall in back of her with enough force to put a dent into the wall, just before she crumbled to the ground. Angel came at her again, lifting her by the collar of her shirt and setting her back on her feet before whispering, "There's no hope, it's time to just die."
Tears began to slide down Buffy's face as what Angel was saying began to set in. It was the end of the world, and they couldn't stop it. Deep down she wanted to try, but Angel's words, "The world is going to end eventually, Buffy. Stop bothering to fight it, there's no use. No reward," kept ringing in her head. Buffy leaned back against the wall in defeat as the fight went right out of her.
Angel's demonic features slipped away as he stood in front of Buffy watching her carefully before he finally gave in to need and kissed her with everything he had left in him. Buffy returned the kiss at first but pulled away abruptly after only a few seconds. "Angel, don't," Buffy whispered, trying to pull away.
"No. Please, just make the pain go away," Angel begged, before leaning down and kissing her again. Buffy gave in as well, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. The couple tumbled to the floor moments later, allowing temptation to over take them.
Buffy awoke slowly the next morning, trying to remember where she was. She could feel that she was sleeping on top of something hard and cold and she was in a cluttered unfamiliar room. Then suddenly the previous night's events flooded back to her and she realized the cold hard something she had been sleeping on was Angel. Buffy sat up quickly climbing off of Angel and trying to find her stake quickly.
Apparently the world hadn't ended the night before, and so that meant Angel would be losing his soul momentarily, if he hadn't already. Tears began to flow down Buffy's cheeks for the second time in less than twenty-four hours as she realized she would have to kill Angel in a few moments. Buffy took a moment to compose herself, struggling to stop the tears; she wiped her eyes not wanting to show weakness.
Reaching out a hand, Buffy finally shoved Angel in the side trying to wake him. After a moment, he stirred and his eyes fluttered open. For a moment he stared at Buffy, confusion etched on his face as he tried to remember why he and Buffy were naked in his office. It wasn't long before he was greeted with last night's unpleasant memories. Sitting up he reached for his pants, noticing that most of his major injuries from the night before were almost healed. He stood pulling his pants on and looked to Buffy who was watching him carefully while clutching a stake in her hand.
"Not that I don't appreciate the view, but aren't you going to put some clothes on?" Angel asked, trying to keep his eyes from roaming below her neck.
"So you're not Angelus?" Buffy asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"No. It's a little hard to achieve perfect happiness when the world is about to end around you. Which, come to think of it, hasn't happened," Angel commented, looking out through the outer office into the lobby where he could see tiny rays of sun streaming in.
"No, I guess it hasn't. Someone must have picked up our slack last night and prevented the end of the world without us," Buffy replied grabbing her clothes and quickly dressing. "Are you ok?" Buffy asked, remembering the devastated condition Angel had been in the night before.
"Me? Yeah," Angel lied. His heart was still shattered into millions of little pieces from seeing his son in bed with the woman he loved.
Buffy noticed the dejected look that appeared on his face and approached him quietly, placing her hand on his arm in a show of comfort. Angel flinched away from her touch quickly, and Buffy stepped back, surprised by his reaction. A hurt look crossed her face and Angel immediately felt guilty. He realized how selfish he had been to sleep with Buffy. He had been hurt and depressed and had used her as a source of comfort, not taking her own feelings into consideration.
"I should call and make sure Dawn is doing okay," Buffy stated, stepping past Angel into the outer office. Buffy picked up the phone and dialed her home number waiting for Dawn or Willow to answer.
"Hello," Willow answered with alert, after only the first ring.
"Willow, it's Buffy. Is Dawn and everyone okay?" Buffy asked genuinely concerned.
"Yes, we're all fine. Are you okay? What happened last night Buffy?" Willow asked frantically.
"I'm fine. I'm not sure what went on last night. I'll be home as soon as possible though, and we can figure things out then. I'll see you later this afternoon." Buffy hung up the phone and walked back into Angel's office, grabbing her bag and the stake she had dropped on the floor.
"Are you leaving?" Angel asked watching as she gathered her things.
"Yeah, I got the feeling that was what you wanted," she answered coldly. Angel made no move to stop her and continued to watch as she left him in his office.
"Buffy!" Angel finally called just as she was about to leave the hotel.
"Yes?" Buffy turned around and stared at him blankly.
"Why were you here to begin with?" Angel asked curiously.
"I thought you'd be able to help with something, but I think you have your own problems to deal with right now," Buffy answered before turning and leaving Angel to himself.
When Buffy finally arrived home she rushed into her house to check up on Dawn and made sure that everyone was safe, pushing the memories of Angel to the back of her mind.
Sunnydale had received minimal damage in comparison to LA, and Buffy was relieved to discover that there had not been any deaths, in Sunnydale last night, due to the rain of fire. After holding a Scooby Meeting at the Magic Box later in the afternoon, they were unable to find out what the cause of the rain of fire had been but the consensus of the group had been to put it behind them and focus their energy on destroying whatever it was that intended to "devour them from beneath".
As the long day began to come to an end, the memories of Angel and the night before began to flood back to her. Although she was completely exhausted, Buffy knew she wouldn't be getting any sleep that night. Making her way up the stairs to her bedroom, Buffy began to wonder how she had ended up having sex with Angel. She had originally gone to Angel's with the innocent intention of asking Angel for advice in helping Spike with his soul. Instead she had spent the night rutting with Angel on the floor while Spike sat at home suffering with guilt from a soul he had gotten for her. Buffy's head was spinning with guilt as she lay down in bed. Not only had she taken advantage of Angel when he had been physically and emotionally wounded, she also knew that she had done something that would hurt Spike severely if he were to ever find out. Buffy willed all thought to leave her, but she knew sleep would not be visiting her that night.
Climbing into bed, Angel settled in for a long lonely night. He had spent his entire day brooding over everything that had happened, from losing his son to Holtz, to losing Cordelia to his son. He had finally come to the realization that he would never be granted happiness of any sort. Peace was not something he was ever meant to experience. Angel felt as though he had failed in every respect. He had failed as a father, he had failed as a friend, and he had failed as a lover. He had become just what his father had always predicted: a failure.
Closing his eyes, Angel thought to the one person he had failed more times than anyone else. Remembering the look of hurt in Buffy's eyes when he had flinched away from her after she had just made love to him, only reminded him of the dozens of other times he had failed or hurt her. The day following her seventeenth birthday, her prom, her graduation, and all the little times in between, even now he was still causing her pain. But at least all those times he had had excuses to hide behind, to help lessen the guilt. Now he had no excuses, he had used Buffy and then rejected her, treating her no better than he had Darla, a soulless demon.
Grabbing the pillow beside him, he covered his face, wishing he could suffocate himself. Instead he hid under the pillow, wishing the memories would leave him; that he could be blissfully ignorant of all the wrongs he had committed even if it were just for a moment. But he already knew, peace was not something that Angel was ever meant to experience.
Another stupid author's note: Ok, so this isn't very good, but the idea came to me and I had to write it down. I thought it might help me overcome the slight case of writer's block I've been suffering from. I have a basic idea of how the next part is gonna go but I'm not sure if I should bother, because I'm not really thrilled with what I have so far. Review if you think I should bother continuing.