Title:
Alternate Ending to Becoming, Part 2
Author: Edel
Email: [email protected]
Summary: see name…
Distribution: Ask and you shall receive.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 2 BtVS.
Disclaimer: All BtVS and Angel characters belong to
Joss Whedon, etc.
themselves (I think…)
Feedback: Please! I crave it like chocolate!
Dedication: To one of my best friends, Aine.
Author’s Note: This story take place in that tear-jerking scene in “Becoming,
Part 2. Everything up to when Buffy
gets the upper hand in the battle against
Angelus happened, and Angel just got his soul returned. Then …
Author’s Note 2: There is NO Faith.
****
Chapter 1 – The Way It Should Be
“Buffy?”
Buffy Summers blinked. The way he said her name, the
way it held unanswered questions, but most of all, love, No,
she thought, it can’t be … can it?
“Where are we?” Angel asked, as he got to his feet. “What’s going on? I don’t
remember.” She heard confusion in his
voice, and he also sounded frightened? Angelus
never let any emotions show. It had to be …
“Angel?” she asked in a quiet child-like voice, lowering the sword that she had
borrowed from her sister Slayer, Kendra.
Ex-sister
Slayer, she reminded herself sadly.
“You’re hurt,” he said to her, noticing for the first time the cut in her left
arm. The cut that Angelus gave me, she thought.
Although
he drew her nearer to inspect her wound better, it quickly turned into a hug.
He hugged her so close and tight,
as if he’d never let her go. She was stunned, but she
relaxed into it, and hugged him just as fierce, and closed her eyes,
silently thanking God for the feel of his arms
around her once more. She heard him say, “Oh Buffy, God, I feel as if I
haven’t seen you in months. Everything’s so
muddled. I, oh,” and felt him kiss her shoulder, and then he said her name,
as if in wonder. Just as she was getting used to feeling
safe again, she heard a noise behind them, and opened her eyes
to find Acathala awakening. She
slowly pulled away from the embrace that warmed her so, freeing a golden strand
of hair
that had got stuck to
him during the reunion of lovers, and soul mates. “What’s happening?” he asked
her, not noticing the
noise behind him,
only the petite blonde Slayer.
“Don’t worry about it,” he heard her murmur. He moved to kiss her, to feel her
soft, warm lips against his own cool ones,
but her hand against his cheek stopped him.
Hurriedly, she kissed him, not quite surprised that after all this time apart,
he could still her turn her weak at the knees. She
desperately clung to him as they instantly deepened the already passionate
kiss, giving it their
all. Reluctantly, she pulled away, panting a little. She looked sad, with tears
that had yet to fall from her
soulful and beautiful
eyes, and he didn’t know why, but what he did know was that he’d do everything
in his power to make
her happy again. “I
love you,” she whispered to him, and his heart rejoiced.
“I love you,” he echoed, meaning every word. She asked quietly, looking him in
the eyes,
“Close your eyes.” He looked at her, slightly confused. She nodded, reassuring
him, and he did as he was asked. She kissed
him briefly on the
lips. She was about to stab him, when she noticed the look on his face. He looked
at peace, full of trust,
and in love. She realized she couldn’t do it,
and stopped in time. Then, she noticed the vortex grow larger, and just as
Angel
opened his eyes and
asked,
“Buffy, can I open my eyes now?”, she cut the sword into his leg. He cried out
in pain and disbelief, making her almost stop
what she was doing,
but she knew what she had to do. She jerked out the sword, and while listening
to him sob softly with
pain, she charged at Acathala, and pierced the demon’s heart. At once, the
vortex disappeared. Then she turned to Angel,
who was stopping the
blood flowing freely. She bent down, planted a kiss on his cheek, whispered,
“I’m sorry,” in his ear, and fled from the mansion. She stopped when she was at
the end of the drive, and let the tears fall
down her cheeks. She
was glad that Angel couldn’t follow her out, because of the sunlight and his
wound, as she couldn’t
deal with his anger,
his demanding questions, but most of all, she didn’t want him to see her like
this. She stood from her
sitting position on the cold, stone drive, and
thought about where she should go. She couldn’t go home, nor to school. She
didn’t want to deal with anyone just yet, so she
went to a place she had been going secretly over the past several
TBC..