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| Title: Buffy In My Bedroom
Author: Kate Email: [email protected] Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy, Sand Dollar and Warner Bros. own them and have right to them. I don’t but I’m borrowing them anyway! Rating: G Contents: Fluff, B/A. Spoilers: I Will Remember You. Timeline: I Will Remember You. Author’s Note: Okay, this whole episode was heart breaking! But I decided to make one little change, which would fix the problems! After nearly getting killed by the Morah demon and Angel goes to see the oracles again, I pick up there. Sorry if the scripting isn’t quite right, but *someone* borrowed my video and hasn’t given it back!
“Lovely,” said the female oracle, admiring the vase. “What is it that you want?” the male oracle asked. Angel took a deep breath, “I need to know if what Morah said is true, about the end of days?” “As far as such things can be told, be it for some demon gloating,” the male oracle answered. “Or hoping, depending on you,” the female oracle added. “Me?” Angel asked surprised. “Yes. You becoming mortal was meant to be…” the female oracle started. “But not until the End of Days had passed,” the male oracle concluded, “The Powers That Be can restore you of your vampire strength and stamina, and your heightened senses.” “So you can still fight along side your slayer, as human,” the female oracle concluded. “And if I didn’t?” Angel asked. “Then yes, what Morah said would come true,” the female oracle concluded.
Buffy rushed over to the staircase as soon as she heard Angel come in. Angel appeared at the top of the stairs with a “something” face. “I’m guessing that expression on your face isn’t because they were out of fresh OJ at the deli. What’s wrong?” Buffy asked. “Nothing,” Angel replied. “You don’t have a nothing face, you have a something face. Where were you?” “I went to see the oracles.” “Why.” “Because, I was worried about what Morah said.” “It doesn’t matter, Morah’s gone, we killed him,” Buffy said, starting to worry. “Yeah, I know. But I was worried about me not being able to fight, you saw what happened today.” “Well, you just have to learn to, be a book guy or something and leave the fighting to me.” “No, I can still fight. They restored my strength and stamina, something about me not meant to be human yet.” Buffy sighed a breath of relief, “So you’re not going to do anything stupid like say that we can’t be together or something just as absurd.” Angel pulled her into his embrace, “No, I can now have slaying with my peanut butter and chocolate.” “Violence with your cookie-dough-fudge-mint-chip.” “Buffy in my bedroom,” and with that Angel picked her up and carried her into his room. The End |
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