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.