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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters...obviously! If I did, this wouldn't be fiction, now would it? This would be what actually happened! But no, they belong to Joss Whedon, the WB, Fox, Mutant Enemy and all those other people that are just determined to screw them up!
Author's Notes: I just saw "The Prom" again...hello therapy!
"God damnit!" Buffy’s eyes opened suddenly and she sat up, realizing too late that Angel’s head was in the way. Foreheads collided and Buffy’s scowl deepened.
"You were saying?" Angel asked lightly, leaning back with one hand coming up to hold his head. Buffy put her face in her hands, moaning slightly.
"You have a hard head," she muttered.
"I have a hard head?" She spread her fingers, peeking between them with a mixture of mischieviousness and leftover anger and despair. He smiled despite himself and reached out to take her hands, pulling them away to reveal her face. "Now what’s all the swearing about?"
The mischief vanished abruptly, replaced by hurt. "I had this horrible dream," Buffy whispered. "We were patrolling in a sewer, and…and you broke up with me! You said it wouldn’t work and that I deserved a regular life…I wanted to die."
Warm arms held her tightly. Angel kissed her hair, reveling in the feel of it, the scent of her. "I would never do that. Never."
"But it felt so real Angel," Buffy whispered. One large hand smoothed back her golden hair as he leaned away and caught her eyes.
"I love you Buffy, and I’m going to be with you forever, no matter what. You’re never getting rid of me," he told her fiercely. Her green eyes searched his for a moment, still scared at the icy feeling in her stomach that had appeared when he told her he didn’t want his life to be with her.
"Are you sure?" she whispered.
"I swear on my soul." His eyes were dark, and totally sincere. Suddenly, she dimpled, her eyes beginning to dance.
"That’s good, ‘cause I was mighty annoyed with you for going off and leaving me right before the prom. And in a sewer!" she exclaimed. Angel’s eyes began to laugh back at hers.
"Is that why you were swearing?"
"Got it! But I’m not happy yet…you still don’t have your tux for tonight…" she reminded him. Angel laughed, flopping back on the bed. She grinned and pushed herself on top of him, kissing him playfully.
"I wouldn’t be so sure of that if I were you," he murmured and she sat up abruptly, shrieking with delight.
"You got it! Yay! I’m so excited, it’s gonna be perfect! Okay, so I gotta deal with those Dog thingies, but after that you’ll have me all to yourself the entire time, I promise!" Buffy exclaimed.
"What do you mean ‘I’?" he demanded. "What’s a date for if not to chase down demonic Hounds?" She laughed merrily.
"Oh, what was I thinking? Okay, so we go hunt the nice little doggies, then change double-quick and dance all night!" she exclaimed. Angel smiled and pulled her down for another kiss.
"And after that, I’ll just have to make sure you don’t have anymore dreams…"