Rose
Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own them. If I did, do you think I would of put everyone through all the stuff they've been through? Especially Buffy and Angel? No, I don't think so. So, that only leads for one person who owns them, Joss who keeps me amazed by creating great episodes. And for putting Angel in a tuxedo :).
Rating: G
Author's note: I know it's short, but I couldn't think of anything else.
Part Ten
"Hey, Willow." Buffy spoke into the phone. She rolled over on her bed. "Dominique's fine, she's finally sleeping." The Slayer let out a sigh. "Angel's fine. He feels like it's his fault. He keeps apologizing to me even though I told him it wasn't his fault."
Buffy rolled onto her stomach. She switched the phone to her other ear. "When he first came back, it was like nothing mattered. But now, I guess it all has finally caught up with him."
"I told him to come over sometime, but so far, it's been 2 weeks since I've seen him. He hasn't shown up when I patrol or called." Buffy let out another sigh. She didn't understand him.
"I'm tired. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Buffy sat up on the edge of her bed, staring into her mirror. "Goodnight," she said before clicking the phone off. She leaned over and set it on her dresser. Buffy picked up her brush in return.
Buffy took the brush in one hand and softly started to brush her hair. She ran it through her hair a few more times before setting it back down on her dresser. She stared at the mirror, at herself. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. That's when she felt something in her hair.
The Slayer ran her hands through her hair to get whatever was there out, but gasped when she encountered another hand. She jumped off the bed quickly, turning around.
"God, you scared me!" Buffy almost yelled. She glanced over at Dominique. She was still sleeping.
"Sorry," Angel apologized. "I thought you knew. That's why you closed your eyes."
"How could I? You have no reflection." She told him as loudly as she could without waking up Dominique.
"Sorry," he apologized again.
Buffy sat back down on her bed. "Angel, what's going on here?" she asked him.
"What do you mean?"
"I tell you to come over and you don't until two weeks later." She told him in a tired voice.
"I had stuff to do," he said.
She didn't accept that. "More important than your daughter?" she asked harshly. In a softer voice, she added, "More important than me?"
He looked at her surprised. "Nothing is more important to me than Dominique and especially you." He was hurt.
"Then what 'stuff' was important?" Buffy asked, showing no sympathy for him.
He didn't have an answer. Angel stood up. "I should go," he said.
She obviously understood what his problem was. "You just got here. Besides, you can't keep going away every time we have this conversation. You have to talk about it." Buffy sat back down.
He sat back down next to her, knowing she was right. "I can't do it." He look at her. "Every time I look at you and every time I think of you, I remember what I-he did to you. You might not be here right now." he said, tears welling up in his eyes.
Buffy took his face in both her her small hands. "I'm here," she said softly. It hurt her to see him in pain. "It's in the past. What matters now is that we're both here."
"I know," he whispered. Angel closed his eyes.
Buffy kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you," she said.
"I love you, too." Angel answered back. He opened his eyes and looked into hers.
Buffy slid her hand down his cheek. "Angel?"
"Yes?"
A smile broke on her face. "How do you shave anyway?"
The End
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