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Never Will You Be Alone
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[*Chapter Thirteen-Tension
Buffy had just drove past the "Welcome to LA" sign with a look of bewilderment. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't paid much attention. She only stopped for bathroom breaks and to fuel up on gas.
Buffy sighed as her stomach forced her to pull over. She pulled the keys from the ignition and locked the doors before heading into the fast food restraunt. Even as she ordered, her mind was filled with questions.
'What will I say to Dawn? Angel said that she arrived with someone. What if she doesn't want to leave? What if she's not the same Dawnie she left as?' All those questions came back as she sat down at the table and opened her burger. 'Who's Connor and why did Angel sound so relieved that he was back? Where did he go? What happened?' Her burger and fries had no taste as she swallowed them down. She grabbed her Dr. Pepper, threw her trash away, and practically ran to her car. 'I'll go crazy if I keep asking myself those questions. Dawnie's going to be happy to see me. She's going to be normal. She's going to want to come home.'
Never Will You Be Alone
Angel and Cordelia glanced away from the window as Dawn and Connor finally came down stairs. Cordelia lowered her sandwich to her plate as the two teens sank onto the couch across from them.
"What's up?" Cordelia asked.
"If you do want me to stay..will you be there to back me up when I handle Buffy?" Dawn asked. Her fingers seemed to pick at the hem of the shirt Cordelia had loaned her. Connor placed his hand over hers to still the motion.
"Yes, we will," Angel promised. Dawn smiled faintly at him, but did not look at him. Cordelia's and Connor's eyes followed the quick exchange. Both mother and son looked at one another before looking back at their respective partners-or in Cordelia's case possible partner.
The words Angel had muttered in the office the night before came back to Cordelia as she stared over at him. "I have a lot to make up for when it comes to her. Her last memory of me isn't a good one."
The signs that Cordelia couldn't detect played all to clearly for Angel and his son. Connor watched his girlfriend's face for any sign that she wanted out of the room. When he recieved none, he looked over at his father.Dawn was afraid. It was a fleeting emotion, but it was still there all the same.
Dawn was lost in the memory that had been threatening to resurface since she first laid eyes on Angel. The night he had came into her home.
A small crash averted Dawn's attention from the stove. Her hand loosened it's slack on the pot holder she had been holding over the iron skillet's handle when she felt it. The eerie brush of breath on the side of her neck. The body was too tall to be Buffy or her mother.
"It's dangerous," the person behind her breathed. The pot holder slipped onto the counter. A hand brushed her neck. "For young girls," Dawn curled her hand over the iron skillet's handle and supressed the urge to scream at the pain. "To be home by them-" Crack! Angel's head snapped to the side. A scream tore from his lips at the pain, but Dawn didn't stop running. She knew that it wouldn't be far behind her as she darted for her neighbor's house. Luckily enough, the Reilly's eldest boy had left the window open. Dawn hurdled her body threw it as Angel's hand brushed her back.
The eldest boy turned at the small shout she gave. His eyes widened as he saw the man at his window and the youngest Summers girl trembling on his bed. He reacted quickly. The window was slammed shut in the livid Angel's face as Ivan Reilly hollered for his mother to call the police.
Angel absentmindedly raised his hand to his jaw. Some nights, he could still feel the burn from the skillet that had made him stumble. Angelus had been pissed to lose a victim so easily, while Angel had been proud and thrilled that she had gotten away.
"I'm sorry..." Angel whispered, causing every head to turn to him. He brought his brown eyes up to Dawn's startled green ones.
"When it happened, I was scared. After it happened, I was pissed and thought Buffy was crazy. When I figured out why you did it though...that you weren't in possession of a soul-the thing that kept you sane, it was easy for me to forgive you. After all," Dawn smirked. "You didn't hurt me." Angel blinked owlishly before laughing. Dawn's smirk drifted into a smile.
"Okay, what the hell happened?!" Cordelia demanded, curious and confused. Connor looked to share her sentiments as Angel's laughter fell silent. Dawn looked to him to tell the story. Angel cast a sad glance at his son before starting a story that would probably only increase his son's hatred for him.
Never Will You Be Alone
Buffy walked up the stairs that Harmony had motioned too and caught Angel's voice as he told a story of his time as Angelus. One name ran her blood cold: Dawn. Buffy's hand stilled on the knob as she listened to the rest of the story. Thousands of emotions ran through her as the story came to a close.
'Why didn't Dawn tell it was Angel, instead of lying?' Buffy wondered as she pushed open the door. Every head turned to her. Dawn's body tensed like a fine chord.
"Why didn't you tell me?" The Slayer asked her little sister.
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[*Chapter Thirteen-Tension
Buffy had just drove past the "Welcome to LA" sign with a look of bewilderment. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't paid much attention. She only stopped for bathroom breaks and to fuel up on gas.
Buffy sighed as her stomach forced her to pull over. She pulled the keys from the ignition and locked the doors before heading into the fast food restraunt. Even as she ordered, her mind was filled with questions.
'What will I say to Dawn? Angel said that she arrived with someone. What if she doesn't want to leave? What if she's not the same Dawnie she left as?' All those questions came back as she sat down at the table and opened her burger. 'Who's Connor and why did Angel sound so relieved that he was back? Where did he go? What happened?' Her burger and fries had no taste as she swallowed them down. She grabbed her Dr. Pepper, threw her trash away, and practically ran to her car. 'I'll go crazy if I keep asking myself those questions. Dawnie's going to be happy to see me. She's going to be normal. She's going to want to come home.'
Never Will You Be Alone
Angel and Cordelia glanced away from the window as Dawn and Connor finally came down stairs. Cordelia lowered her sandwich to her plate as the two teens sank onto the couch across from them.
"What's up?" Cordelia asked.
"If you do want me to stay..will you be there to back me up when I handle Buffy?" Dawn asked. Her fingers seemed to pick at the hem of the shirt Cordelia had loaned her. Connor placed his hand over hers to still the motion.
"Yes, we will," Angel promised. Dawn smiled faintly at him, but did not look at him. Cordelia's and Connor's eyes followed the quick exchange. Both mother and son looked at one another before looking back at their respective partners-or in Cordelia's case possible partner.
The words Angel had muttered in the office the night before came back to Cordelia as she stared over at him. "I have a lot to make up for when it comes to her. Her last memory of me isn't a good one."
The signs that Cordelia couldn't detect played all to clearly for Angel and his son. Connor watched his girlfriend's face for any sign that she wanted out of the room. When he recieved none, he looked over at his father.Dawn was afraid. It was a fleeting emotion, but it was still there all the same.
Dawn was lost in the memory that had been threatening to resurface since she first laid eyes on Angel. The night he had came into her home.
A small crash averted Dawn's attention from the stove. Her hand loosened it's slack on the pot holder she had been holding over the iron skillet's handle when she felt it. The eerie brush of breath on the side of her neck. The body was too tall to be Buffy or her mother.
"It's dangerous," the person behind her breathed. The pot holder slipped onto the counter. A hand brushed her neck. "For young girls," Dawn curled her hand over the iron skillet's handle and supressed the urge to scream at the pain. "To be home by them-" Crack! Angel's head snapped to the side. A scream tore from his lips at the pain, but Dawn didn't stop running. She knew that it wouldn't be far behind her as she darted for her neighbor's house. Luckily enough, the Reilly's eldest boy had left the window open. Dawn hurdled her body threw it as Angel's hand brushed her back.
The eldest boy turned at the small shout she gave. His eyes widened as he saw the man at his window and the youngest Summers girl trembling on his bed. He reacted quickly. The window was slammed shut in the livid Angel's face as Ivan Reilly hollered for his mother to call the police.
Angel absentmindedly raised his hand to his jaw. Some nights, he could still feel the burn from the skillet that had made him stumble. Angelus had been pissed to lose a victim so easily, while Angel had been proud and thrilled that she had gotten away.
"I'm sorry..." Angel whispered, causing every head to turn to him. He brought his brown eyes up to Dawn's startled green ones.
"When it happened, I was scared. After it happened, I was pissed and thought Buffy was crazy. When I figured out why you did it though...that you weren't in possession of a soul-the thing that kept you sane, it was easy for me to forgive you. After all," Dawn smirked. "You didn't hurt me." Angel blinked owlishly before laughing. Dawn's smirk drifted into a smile.
"Okay, what the hell happened?!" Cordelia demanded, curious and confused. Connor looked to share her sentiments as Angel's laughter fell silent. Dawn looked to him to tell the story. Angel cast a sad glance at his son before starting a story that would probably only increase his son's hatred for him.
Never Will You Be Alone
Buffy walked up the stairs that Harmony had motioned too and caught Angel's voice as he told a story of his time as Angelus. One name ran her blood cold: Dawn. Buffy's hand stilled on the knob as she listened to the rest of the story. Thousands of emotions ran through her as the story came to a close.
'Why didn't Dawn tell it was Angel, instead of lying?' Buffy wondered as she pushed open the door. Every head turned to her. Dawn's body tensed like a fine chord.
"Why didn't you tell me?" The Slayer asked her little sister.
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