the Aftermath

Parts 1-4

 

SERIES : the Trilogy

PAIRING : Buffy/Angel, Spike/Dru [ALSO minor pairings: Spike/Faith, Raith/Riley, Willow/Oz]

OVERALL RATING : Parts 3,6,9 are rated NC17. Part 28 is rated R. Otherwise, parts are rated PG14.

SPOILERS : I Will Remember You & my fic the Challenge

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

 

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PART 1  (PG14 - Picnic)

 

            I had watched everything from above, from within, felt everything they had felt. I had done my part and my time was slowly slipping away. A new one was on her way, she was being prepared to take over. The Oracles had tried to argue with me, convince me that I shouldn’t, that he didn’t deserve it, but neither did she. And so it came to pass, he met the challenges I threw at him and I restored his humanity, or rather he did. They were meant to be and now they were, with new challenges ahead and a gift being created.

 

            She pressed her lips to his, they were warm, it was something she still couldn’t get over. They were warm, he was. Silence, peace, happiness, all things that had consumed their time in the past two weeks. No words needed to be spoken, she could look in her lovers eyes and know what he was thinking. She could gaze into them and see herself growing old with him, that was something new as well.

 

            The sun beat down on his back as he leaned in to kiss her. It felt so good, he wasn’t sure which he liked better. He had bought sun glasses and tanning lotion and they were sitting out on the lawn. He sighed and laid back on the blanket. She put her head to his chest to listen, he was sure.

            “You know, if you keep your head there, I’ll have a Buffy head instead of a tan.”

            “Oh, right… oh well… it doesn’t matter, no one will see it except me anyway. Maybe we should actually try to find someone today?” He smiled. Everyday they had thought about calling Willow or Xander or finding where Cordelia went with Doyle, but they seemed more important. Over the past two weeks they had ordered pizza and Chinese food and Tai. She had introduced him to whip cream and strawberries and peanut butter captain crunch. He barely remembered the last time he had had real food, it had been steak and potatoes. The things they had come out with since were incredible.

            He smiled at the memory of making hot fudge sundaes, and how it tasted as he was licking it off her stomach. She sat up, “What are you smiling about mister?”

            “Nothing, everything, you, us, you.”

            “Oh, that’s a lot or little, whatever…” she nestled into his side once again and let the sun warm her skin. She felt so perfect against him. Since the last full moon, they had acquainted themselves with each other. He had explored every inch of her body, inside and out, he had memorized where every battle scar was and she had explored him the same. She had touched every part of his body, in essence they had been worshipping each other. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t be close enough to her, couldn’t touch her enough, couldn’t reach far enough into her.

 

            She knew exactly what he was thinking. He didn’t even need to say anything, she could tell when he was thinking about the past, or when he was thinking about the past two weeks or when he thinking about the future. She didn’t think she could ever be away from him, she didn’t want to be. They hadn’t left each other’s side for two weeks. They had shared showers, numerous showers, in fact she thought it was her favorite place to be with him, naked in the shower, naked anywhere for that matter.

            That morning they had decided to leave the apartment, he was tired of being cramped inside, he had spent 240 years inside during the day. So there they were, on the campus lawn, her and her lover. She was happy, too happy.

            “Angel?”

            “Mmmm?”

            “This is horrible.”

            “What?” He jerked up and looked at her.

            “Well, ya know, no demons, no vampires, no evil… it’s been too nice, too quiet, like the calm before the storm… something big is going to happen, I can feel it.”

            “The only thing that is going to happen, is I am going to take you home and make you forget everything you said.” He stood up and looked around. His eyes were still trying to adjust, it had been so long since they had to dilate and adjust to the sun.

            “Sounds like a plan, how do you plan on doing that?”

            “Well, I thought I’d start by getting rid of that shirt.”

            “Oh yeah, I’m intrigued, tell me more…” she smiled in sweet anticipation.

            “Well, once that shirt is gone, I thought that skirt would be the next thing, then maybe the pantyhose, and then I thought I’d… I thought I would grab you and kiss you, passionately…”

            “Yeah, then what?”

            “Then I thought I’d have some ice cream.”

            “And do what?”

            “Have some.”

            “Then what?”

            “Maybe watch some television.”

            “Funny.”

            “I’m a funny guy, I already told you that.”

            “Right. Well, if those are  your plans, maybe we should try and find Willow?” She didn’t want to ruin their perfect world, but it had been two weeks.

            “Well, we are here and I’ve got nothing better to do. Might as well.” She stood up and they folded the blanket. “Feels weird.”

            “What does Angel?”

            “Being deliriously happy… being able to talk to you about everything, not hold anything back, not having to worry about losing my soul and killing you… not being miserable.”

            “It’s going to take some time, it is weird, but hey, things usually don’t stay this way forever, something will come along to mess it up.”

            “Don’t say that.”

            “I’m simply saying that Buffy and happiness aren’t mixy things and that something is right around the corner, something back from the grave or from another plan…” his mouth quieted hers.

 

            He couldn’t get over the fact that he could do this in the sun. He wrapped his arms around his girl, his fiancée. Her tongue met his midway between them and they wrestled playfully, as they often did. Then he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him and they were on their way toward her dorm.

            “Okay, put me down already.” He refused, he didn’t want to let her go. “Angel? Come on…”

            “What you don’t like being carried?” He smiled and stuck his tongue out at her and she grabbed it between her teeth and pulled it into her and kissed him.

            “You can carry me anywhere, you know that, but my legs are crampy.”

            “Oh. That’s odd.”

            “Not too, I’ve kinda been using those muscles a lot.” He smiled, and let the memories wash over him. He loved that part of making love to her. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, that he had gone as far as humanly possible, she would wrap her legs around his waist and pull him in deeper yet.

            “Angel? You there inside?” He realized she was talking to him.

            “No, I’m not, that’s the problem.”

            “Right.” She said with a smile as he put her down and she grabbed his hand and lead him inside.

            “Willow? You there?” She opened the door to find Willow and Oz naked in bed.

            “Buffy? Hey!” Willow almost sat up but then realized she had no clothes on. “Oh.”

            “Will, we’ll just wait outside here while you do the clothes thing.”

 

            She grabbed his shirt from under the bed and slipped it on. “Sorry Oz, but it’s her room.”

            “I know. And might I say you look smashing in that shirt.”

            “Thanks.” She flashed him a smile. “Okay Buffy.” The door opened and her best-friend walked in.

            “Morning Will, hey Oz, enjoying yourselves?”

“Morning, is it morning?” Willow asked as she ran over and gave Buffy a big bear hug.

            “It’s definitely morning, actually more like afternoon. How does it feel to be less furry?”

            “Neat.”

            “We really missed your in depth conversation.”

            “Sorry. Nice to know though.”

            “Buffy, I was just on my way to the bathroom to get showered and dressed.”

            “Will, I’m a big girl, I think that the farthest thing from your mind, it has been from mine.”

            “Yeah, well… wanna come?”

            “Sure.” The two girls glanced back at their men smiled in unison and left.

 

            “But…” he started but realized they needed girl time and he did have to share her eventually.

            “Oz.”

            “Angel.”

            “What’s going on?”

            “Not much. You?”

            “Same. Little less blood these days.”

            “Yeah, I’m not chasing as many cars.” He smiled. He sat on Buffy’s bed, and glanced down where there was the stain, from where he had laid her down after he had…

            “So, Angel, you heading back to LA?”

            “Funny.”

            “Well, what can I say?”

            “I might have to go back for a couple says, tie up some loose ends but other than that, I’m here.”

            “Good to know.”

            “Buffy and I are engaged.”

            “Oh.”

            “Shocker, I know.” He had always liked Oz, felt something in common with him, loneliness. They had both been something they weren’t. They could walk like men, but were not, Angel had always liked Oz, and he was glad he was back. He knew Buffy felt better about being with him when she knew Willow had someone. Besides that, he could understand Oz almost completely without many words, it was his way.

 

            “And then, he asked me to marry him Will. The last two weeks have been the best!”

            “How romantic! For me too, we talked a lot about what happened, and we caught up for lost time a lot too. I was beginning to wonder when you’d ya know, come up for air?”

            “Believe me, it was a very tough decision, but we can’t hide forever and Mom’ll probably be wondering where I am, come to think of it, so will Giles. Poor Giles, I don’t think I’ve been there since… oh no, what if Spike went over there… I have to go!” Buffy took off. She hadn’t thought about Angel until she reached Giles house, but she was sure Willow would tell him where she’d gone.

            She opened the door. “Giles? Giles? Are you home? Are you alive? Giles?” She walked upstairs, “Giles?” She heard movement in the bedroom and opened the door slowly, “Giles?” She opened the door and screamed.

 

PART 2 (PG - Surprises)

 

            Angel heard the scream from the road, and he raced into the house, with Willow and Oz at his heels. “Buffy!”

            “MOM?!... GILES?!… MOM AND GILES?!… MOM AND GILES TOGETHER!” She bolted down the stairs and Angel caught her.

            “Buffy?” She had slammed into him and just stopped. “Buffy? What’s wrong? Are they?”

            “Buffy, now before you jump to con…” Angel looked up the stairs and saw Giles coming downstairs shirtless, with Joyce behind him in the shirt.

            “GILES?!… JOYCE?!” Willow’s eyes went wide. “Giles?”

            Buffy looked up at him and said, “I told you, didn’t I, I said ‘calm before the storm,’ and you laughed, but I’m telling you… I said this…” He just looked at her, eyes wide, he just looked at her and he was thinking of all kinds of things he wanted to do to her. “I predicted this… I mean what the hell are you thinking MOM?”

 

            She couldn’t believe it, her mother and Giles having sex in Giles’ house, in his bed, where Ms. Calendar had been not two years before. Her mother and Giles. Her mother and Giles, her mom and Giles, the words rung in her head. She couldn’t deal with this, she let go of Angel and walked past him out the door.

            Willow followed. “Your mom and Giles?”

            “Yeah, my mom and Giles.”

            “There is a definite ick factor here, huh?…… Buffy?”

            “Mmmm? Oh yeah, ick factor, yes I would say that sums it up.”

            “Buffy?” Angel came over to her and rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist and clasped his hand in front of her. “Buffy, you know, she isn’t exactly going to approve of me and you either, but you know, she’s going to have to deal.”

            “Deal? Deal? Angel, are you saying that Giles and my mother could be…”

            “In love, Buffy, we are in love.” Her mom came over to her and took her hand. “Buffy, let’s go talk, let’s go out for lunch, you and me, we’ll have a talk.”

            “O… okay Mom.” Her mom went to get dressed and she turned to Angel and he nodded, he understood. “What’ll you do?”

            “I’ll try to find Doyle and Cordelia, I want to talk to them, say hi, maybe go shopping. You have a good time, I love you.”

            “You? Shopping?”

            “You know… I have more options opened to me, a little less O negative, maybe some fruit.”

            “Right… I forgot. I love you too.” She met his lips as he leaned down to her. “Then I guess I’ll see you later? Hey, you’re not going to leave are you? Because you should at leas…”

            He grabbed her and pressed lips to hers, and slowly opened his mouth. She let him in, kissing Angel was like breathing to her, she couldn’t stop. It was automatic and she let it take her over. He started pulling away and she just wanted to keep him there forever, but he didn’t stay. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for good this time, I promise.”

            “Good.” Her mom was now dressed and was waiting for her. They hopped in the car and off they were to lunch.

 

            She didn’t know what she was thinking. She wanted to, wanted to explain how her and Giles had been seeing each other, worrying about her. Ever since graduation, Buffy had been so sad, and she didn’t talk to her anymore, she was worried. She had started calling Giles for updates on her daughter and soon after, they began meeting for coffee. It just kind of happened, it hadn’t been planned, it just happened, she had fallen in love. How do you start the conversation with your daughter? Damned if she knew, but she tried.

            She told Buffy everything and Buffy told her about what had happened, about Angel being human. She didn’t approve, human or not, he had hurt her daughter more than twice. He still wouldn’t be welcome in her house.

 

PART 3 (NC17 - Reunion)

 

            “Spike? Darling? Where are you?” Her voice sent chills down his spine. Indeed, it had been too long. He was watching her look for him, trying not to give his position away, waiting, biding his time. “Spike? Come on, Miss Edith’s mummy has been a bad girl, you’ll have to punish her severely.” He watched her carry the doll around, looking for him. “Call to him Miss Edith, call, daddy? Daddy? Spike?”

            She was close enough now, he jumped out and she turned and hissed at him. He grabbed her arms and they slammed into the wall behind them and he pinned her arms above her. “Ooo, you have been a bad mummy, haven’t you?”

            “Very bad…” she gazed into his eyes begging for mercy, deliciously anticipating what he would do next. Her chest was heaving and he bent down to her and grabbed her dress in his teeth and pulled hard. She squealed with delight as the dress ripped. His grip relaxed on her arms and he sank to the floor, taking the rest of the dress with him.

 

            She loved it when he did this, he knew exactly what she wanted, and he did it. She growled as his mouth found her most vulnerable parts. She felt his tongue on her thighs, slowly moving deeper into her body. He teased and taunted, nibbling and kissing her and she loved it. He got her excited and then stopped, making the burning inside, that need to have him inside, worse and painful. He stood up licking his lips and forged his tongue in her mouth to share her taste with her. She answered his aggression with her own and then she felt it coming and she stopped.

 

            She was biting his tongue and then she was withdrawing. “Dru? Love?”

            “Ooohhh Spike…” she fell to the ground, doubled over, holding her head.

            “What is it? What do you see love?” He knew he had to wait for her, there was nothing he could do otherwise. He just sunk down to the floor and cradled her  while she held her head whining. In a couple minutes, she had quieted and she turned to look up at him, she was smiling.

            “What did you see love?”

            “I saw…” her hands were moving up his legs, “I saw someone we need to meet… but she’ll find us… we have to wait…”

            “Who is she love?” He groaned as her hands made contact with his throbbing need.

            “Don’t worry love, I got good games for all…” and she squeezed him a little and then rested her mouth around him and bit. “A good time is on it’s way Spike.”

 

            She felt so good around him. His hands went all over her. He adored her, worshipped her, loved her. She was biting and licking, teasing him, as he had to her and he couldn’t stand it anymore. “Let’s get it done love…” and he grabbed her head and pulled her lips to his.

            “Oooo goody…” she whispered as he thrust himself inside her as fast as he could. He was moving in and out of her, twisting and turning, pushing as hard as he could, and she was drawing him inside, begging him for more, scratching at his back, her nails dug in and he felt the blood dripping down, on her stomach, he would get that later.

 

PART 4 (PG14 - Explanations)

 

            “Well, it seems like things have happened, that no one seemed to think to tell me.”

            “Giles, I can explain.” Willow looked at him, he was hurt, she could tell. He was staring at Angel in the sun and he was clearly puzzled. “Giles, let me tell you what happened…” she and Oz followed the ex-librarian into his house and Angel watched Buffy climb in the car with her mom. Angel didn’t follow them into the house, he left, she knew he was going to look for Cordelia. She explained everything to Giles about the Powers That Be, although, it was really a Power That Is, actually, it was Tara. She missed her, but knew Tara was watching her. Se was so grateful, so in awe, she had gotten to meet her Goddess, she had practiced spells with her. She explained the gifts and Angel’s human restoration. She told him what happened with Adam and Riley and he listened to everything.

 

            He was walking down streets he’d only seen in darkness. He was thinking. Trying to adjust, it was hard, he couldn’t talk to Buffy about this. He remembered how he had dragged Ms. Calendar up the stairs and placed her in his bed. Although he was human again, Angel couldn’t erase the memories of what he had done. The memories didn’t torture him as much, but they were there. The past two weeks had been simple, taking his pleasure of Buffy, eating, tasting new things life could give, that death had not. But now, he was alone with his thoughts, memories. He remembered what it had been, drinking from Buffy, taking her life into his body. He remembered the taste of her blood and it make him sick. He remembered every detail, how good it had tasted, how much he had enjoyed it, wanted it, hadn’t wanted to stop. It was so hard putting those memories with his feelings, sickness, dizziness, ecstasy… made him confused. What new fears would he have now? He had his strength, true, but now he couldn’t take a bullet for Buffy, he couldn’t…

            He had to stop this, it wasn’t good. Was he actually regretting what had happened? This was perfect, he could fight and be with Buffy and act like a normal person, no he didn’t need to act, he was a normal person. He didn’t want to agree with Buffy, but things did seem too perfect.

 

            Xander was sitting in his apartment in the chair he had sat in when they had gotten there two weeks prior. Anya was worried. He would get up, go to the bathroom, grab a slice of pizza and sit. She wasn’t worried, she was petrified, she was pregnant. She had no idea about babies, and the father of her child had not spoken in two weeks, she was beyond worried. Worried wasn’t strong enough of a word.

            She heard the knock on the door and she ran upstairs, desperately wanting human contact. She hadn’t seen him that much, rather she’d seen for ten minutes tops.

            “Come on in.” She already liked him, she didn’t know why, maybe because they had something in common. Both had been demons and both were trying to cope with renewed life. She’d seen that look before, on her own.

            “We’ve not been properly introduced. I’m Angel.”

            “Anya, nice to meet you. I’ve heard lots of things about you.”

            “All good I hope… but I know better.”

            “No, some good, some bad… but I like to make up my own mind. Want some juice?”

            “No, thanks. How’s our proud papa doing?”

            “Well, he’s not. He’s just been sitting there. He hasn’t moved except to go to the bathroom and eat. I’m scared. I don’t want to push, but this baby will eventually come out and I’d like it’s father to, you know, talk?”

            “He’s just shell shocked. I can’t imagine what he’s thinking.”

            “No you can’t Dead Boy.” He spoke! She ran over to him and touched his cheek.

           

“Don’t call me that, besides, it’s not true anymore.” He had always hated that nickname, it had always made him feel like less of a man, no matter if he had indeed been less than a man, he didn’t like to feel that way.

“Xander? Baby? Honey? Let’s talk about this. Are you okay?” He watched as Xander and Anya hugged and he missed Buffy. His body yearned to be close to her, every cell called Buffy’s name. He didn’t remember every feeling this way,  not with his entire body. He was alive, pulled in oxygen and felt it enter his lungs. He was glad he had not felt this before when he was in LA. It would have been torture.

“Angel, would you mind?” Xander was approaching him now, making it clear that he and Anya wanted to be alone.

“Oh, sorry, I was just looking for Cordelia, thought she might be here.”

“Why would she be here?” Anya asked.

“Just because she doesn’t have a place here and everyone else she knew has been accounted for. That’s all, if you see her, tell her I’m lookin’.”

“Consider it done, dead boy.”

“DON”T call me that!” That said, he left, he would probably never get the point across. He was walking away from Xander’s house when he heard two familiar voices.

“ANGEL? Angel! We’ve been looking for you!” Cordelia ran over and gave him a big hug.

“I’ve been looking for you too. Doyle! I didn’t get a chance to say thanks or hi or anything. What’s it like being alive! And don’t ever try that heroic stuff again.”

“That’s what I said.” It was so great to see his friend, his confident, both of them really. “So where’s Buffy? And how’s it like being a guy?”

“I’ve always been a guy, I mean…”

“You had guyness about you, distinct guy qualities, but you always said you’re weren’t one, so what’s it like? You and Buffy ha… stupid question, of course you and Buffy, shall we say, ‘pure happiness.’”

“Cordy,” he laughed, “You are amazing.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Doyle said.

“Hey, just to let you know, we went back to LA last week when we couldn’t find anyone anywhere. Phantom Dennis is so happy for you, he wants to meet Buffy, although that would be really difficult, but he left a note for us. Anyway, I told Wesley, he’s happy, a little disappointed, what with being out of work now and all… but you really could care less, huh?”

“No, Cordelia, it’s not you, it’s me… I’m just somewhere else, my mind is somewhere else.”

“Like in a room with Buffy?”

            “Something like that.”

            “Speaking of Buffy, where is she? I didn’t think she would let you out of her sight, I mean the last few times she did you know you tried to kill everyone and then you left her an…”

            “I think I remember Cordy, thanks for the recap.”

            “Sorry. Where is she?”

            “With her mom.”

            “Oh, poor Buffy.”

            “Really poor Buffy, her mom was having sex with Giles.”

            “What? Her mom was having SEX with Giles?”

            “You’re a good listener…”

            “Shut up Doyle… or shall I say Francis.”

            “Hey now, that’s not very nice…” It was nice to see them so happy, and so alive together. He wondered if he had told Cordelia about how much time he’d spent pining over her. He smiled, his friend was very much alive.

            “Well, listen, I’m going to try and find my parents… why don’t you two meet me somewhere later? Maybe I’ll run into Buffy.”

            “Cordelia, why don’t I go with you, I think Angel wants to be alone.”

            “Oh… okay, we’ll see you later.”

            “Bye guys, maybe we’ll catch you at the Bronze.”

            “Yeah! The good ole Bronze.”

            “What’s the Bronze?” Doyle asked as they continued on their way.

 

 

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