The bus ride from Sunnydale was heinous. She had been stuck in front of a little kid that kept kicking her seat and seemed oddly fixated on the word diarrhea. But she was going to see Angel soon and that would make everything right as rain again. He always made her feel at home.
She walked into the coffee place nonchalantly and sat down. He wasn't there yet. She checked her watch. Black numbers saying 8:06 blared in her face. He was late, that never happened, but things had changed, he had changed, they both had. However, hers occurred more recently.
Finally, he came in, without seeing she popped her head up and let a slow smile begin.
He sat down.
"Buffy." He said, inferring hello.
"Angel." Buffy whispered.
"How are you…no, that's a bad question…sorry." He frowned.
"Oh, it's okay, I'm fine, after all, I am alive." She shrugged.
"I'll treat…what do you want? Mocha, latte, anything?" There was a note of concern in his voice. He knew she had a weak spot for mochas.
"I'll just get a hot chocolate." She said, almost below her breath. But, of course, Angel had heard her perfectly.
"Oh, okay." He understood.
They sat in an awkward silence until the coffee came.
"Buffy, you look so pale. Are you feeling sick?"
"You're a fine one to talk." She smiled a little. "Angel, I've been dead for 3 months…how am I going to compete with the youthful glow of the other girls?" She groaned in a playful sarcasm.
She put her hand on top of his "don't be." She smiled.
"I should have been there. I should have stopped it-" His guilt trip was stopped as Buffy put her finger to his mouth.
"No, you have your life now and me dying shouldn't have you feeling like you were responsible. It was my choice, my sacrifice for Dawn. Plus, you have some pretty evil people in LA, too, right?"
"It truly is hell…trust me, I've been there."
"I could have told you that." She grinned. "Hey, how are Cordy and Wesley?"
"Oh, they're great. Cordy's having some issues with the visions, but that's normal, and well, what can I say about Wesley? Still a nerd." He shrugged. This made Buffy burst into petite laughter.
"I've missed you…" She sighed…finally
"I've missed you too."
"It's so hard, Angel." She cried. "The don't know-" He held her hand.
"They don't know what, Buffy?" He was concerned.
"They thought I was in Hell." She whimpered softly. His eyebrows knitted, why would they think that? "Where I was, I don't know if it was heaven or what, but I was happy, and they ripped me from it. This is hell, Angel." Her tears had dried, but she was quiet in her confession. "I can't ever be happy." She turned away.
"Dear God." He slumped in his seat.
"They ripped me away because they couldn't save Sunnydale themselves."
"Buffy, I'm sure they meant the best, they did think you were in Hell, after all. They didn't want you to be tortured."
She paused and glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Look, Angel, I gotta go. It's already 9:30. The last bus leaves at 9:45." She sighed and took a sip of her coffee. She got up and looked at him "I'll be seeing you." She whispered and began to make her way to the door. He watched sadly as she walked away.
Buffy sat at the bus stop and the bus finally arrived, she stepped on the first step when a soft cold hand took her by the wrist. She turned back, her hair flying.
"Buffy." He whispered, almost crying.
She got off the step and gripped him in a kiss. "You getting on, lady?" The bus driver asked, slightly irritated.
"Yeah." She let go and started to board the bus.
Angel watched as it left. She waved back and mouthed "I love you" to him. They both smiled, and when he was no longer in sight, she slumped into her seat. Ecstatic, she thought to herself, He always makes things right again…it's never goodbye.
The diarrhea thing actually happened to me on a flight once. I was so annoyed by the end of the flight. Hope you liked the story!