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Disclaimer: I've said it before and I'll say it again...These characters belong to The Fallen (once called Joss Whedon), I only try and give them happiness in the form of denial once in a while...
Author's Notes: Okay, this is for Michelle, she asked for it...think of it as therapy...think of it as digging such a hole of denial that I'm in China...I don't care! Hopefully you'll enjoy it...very silly, very pointless, lots of good denial fun!
"This suc–"
"Buffy!" Angel exclaimed, too late to stop the Slayer from sitting up and ramming her head into his as she woke up. She scowled and scooted back on the big bed, slipping slightly on the satin sheets.
"Déjà vu," she muttered, then frowned more and looked at Angel, who was holding his head in his hands.
"Yeah, cause you’ve woken up in my bed so many times before," he murmured, a smile playing on his sculptered lips. Buffy’s eyes widened and she looked down, realizing she was naked and snatching the sheets up abruptly. His smile widened and suddenly she found herself giggling.
"I think you gave me a concussion," she laughed, unable to control herself, pure joy bubbling up.
"Hey, you’re the Slayer here," he said softly, capturing her face between his hands. She stopped laughing abruptly, looking up at him with large, beautiful green eyes. "Thank you," he whispered. Buffy licked her lips softly.
"For what?" she asked softly. He bent his head and kissed her gently. The sheet fell away, forgotten.
"What were you saying when you woke up?" Angel asked a while later as they lay side by side on the bed. Buffy frowned.
"It was about this dream I had…this horrible dream." She shivered. "Everything went wrong. You lost your soul, and you killed Ms. Calendar–who, by the way, was a gypsy!–and you brought forth this demon…A cat something…and I had to send you to Hell when you were you again! I was so miserable, I was thrown out of school, and Kendra was killed, and my mom threw me out of the house, so I left, and when I came back everyone was mad at me, and then you came back but we couldn’t be together and you almost commited suicide and there was this new Slayer, Faith, that turned evil and went to work for the mayor who turned into a giant demon on graduation day! But first you dumped me! You said I deserved a normal life or something and you left me! I wanted to die! And then you came to the prom anyway, but Faith shot you with a poisoned arrow and the only way to save you was with a Slayer’s blood but I put Faith in a coma so you had to drink me…I made you drink me! And then the mayor Ascended and we blew up the school and you stood there watching me and then you just walked away…you didn’t say good bye or anything! Oh Angel, it was so horrible! The whole dream was horrible!"
Buffy’s voice stopped it’s frantic spill of words, and slowly Angel calmed her shaking. "That’s not going to happen. Not any of it. What did I say about dreams?" he reminded her. Her mouth quirked upwards and she twisted to face him.
"Okay, okay…yeah, I also dreamt that Xander and Cordelia went out for like months, and I was turned into a rat, and Giles was fired for being too American, and my mother slept with Giles!" Buffy shuddered at the thought. Angel laughed.
"So don’t worry about it. It was just a dream," he assured her. She eyed him.
"Feeling soulful?" she demanded. He rolled her on top of him and kissed her.
"Entirely," he murmured.
"Good, cause we still have to defeat the Judge. But my dream gave me a good idea! In my dream I got a rocket launcher and blew him to bits!" Buffy exclaimed with obvious enthusiasm. Angel eyed her askance.
"Have fun," he laughed. Buffy’s eyes gleamed.
"Oh I will! And then, when the Judge is history again, I get you all to myself!" she exclaimed, twining her arms around his neck.
"Forever," he whispered into her mouth. "I love you Buffy, more than I’ve ever loved anything. I haven’t felt this way in two hundred and forty two years." Buffy arched her eyebrows at him.
"Really now? Well than we have a lot of time to make up for, don’t we?"