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anythingdrabbleTitle: Home
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Characters/Pairings: Angel/Cordelia, also mentions Spike/Buffy
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: It's time it wasn't just a dream...
Author's Note: Character Deaths. Future Drabble. AU. Inspired by this video.
"Angel?"
Her voice is a whisper he's heard many times over the centuries. It's called him out of darkness and despair so many times. She's righted his path while still not being with him over and over again. But this time -- How he could have survived that last explosion -- He'd gotten Buffy, Dawn, and Spike out just in time, having gone back for the last against his better judgment but their pleas. He'd just thrown Spike's unconscious body clear when the explosion had ripped behind him.
There's no way...
He can't be...
But he hears her voice calling and as he has for so long now, since their days together in LA, he lifts his head and asks, almost pleadingly, "Cordy?"
There's a darkness in his eyes. He cannot see, but he can hear her. He can smell her, or so his physical senses are telling him. He can smell her favorite perfume, but he's smelled it before, in his most dire times. She's visited him before. He knows it, though he's seen her spirit so rarely. The Powers don't like for the dead to visit the living, after all.
But there's something more in this moment this time. There's something that feels... not exactly otherworldly, but real. He hears a beating of someone's heart, but it can't be his. He's a Vampire, and even so, he's a dead Vampire now.
As he wipes his eyes, trying to see pass the darkness, he's caught with intermingled hope. He both hopes he is not dead, that he can go on for fighting for her, for them, for a better world... And he hopes he is. Now he understands why Spike asked Buffy, after regaining his own soul, if they could rest. There have been so many times when they have both ached to simply rest...
But it's not meant for them. Rest and salvation are not meant for them. Love is not meant for them, even though they seem to have found it at last. He's not on the side of Buffy that he once would have wanted to be, but that doesn't matter anymore. It hasn't mattered for a long time, since before he lost Cordelia...
"Angel?"
Her voice is calling him again. He looks up once more, and this time, he can see mist. There is no blood in his eyes. But there is mist, and that beating sound... This time, he sees her, and he sucks in air he doesn't need. He's never seen her like this!
She lowers into his view, and he sees that it is her wings beating he hears. When he reaches for her this time, his fingers actually close around hers. He's touching her now, and she feels real, solid... "Cordy?" he dares asking, and her smile is the most beautiful thing he's ever witnessed.
She's always been beautiful, but this is beyond anything he could have imagined... "Welcome home, champ," she says, embracing him, and he cries with joy.
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Characters/Pairings: Angel/Cordelia, also mentions Spike/Buffy
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: It's time it wasn't just a dream...
Author's Note: Character Deaths. Future Drabble. AU. Inspired by this video.
"Angel?"
Her voice is a whisper he's heard many times over the centuries. It's called him out of darkness and despair so many times. She's righted his path while still not being with him over and over again. But this time -- How he could have survived that last explosion -- He'd gotten Buffy, Dawn, and Spike out just in time, having gone back for the last against his better judgment but their pleas. He'd just thrown Spike's unconscious body clear when the explosion had ripped behind him.
There's no way...
He can't be...
But he hears her voice calling and as he has for so long now, since their days together in LA, he lifts his head and asks, almost pleadingly, "Cordy?"
There's a darkness in his eyes. He cannot see, but he can hear her. He can smell her, or so his physical senses are telling him. He can smell her favorite perfume, but he's smelled it before, in his most dire times. She's visited him before. He knows it, though he's seen her spirit so rarely. The Powers don't like for the dead to visit the living, after all.
But there's something more in this moment this time. There's something that feels... not exactly otherworldly, but real. He hears a beating of someone's heart, but it can't be his. He's a Vampire, and even so, he's a dead Vampire now.
As he wipes his eyes, trying to see pass the darkness, he's caught with intermingled hope. He both hopes he is not dead, that he can go on for fighting for her, for them, for a better world... And he hopes he is. Now he understands why Spike asked Buffy, after regaining his own soul, if they could rest. There have been so many times when they have both ached to simply rest...
But it's not meant for them. Rest and salvation are not meant for them. Love is not meant for them, even though they seem to have found it at last. He's not on the side of Buffy that he once would have wanted to be, but that doesn't matter anymore. It hasn't mattered for a long time, since before he lost Cordelia...
"Angel?"
Her voice is calling him again. He looks up once more, and this time, he can see mist. There is no blood in his eyes. But there is mist, and that beating sound... This time, he sees her, and he sucks in air he doesn't need. He's never seen her like this!
She lowers into his view, and he sees that it is her wings beating he hears. When he reaches for her this time, his fingers actually close around hers. He's touching her now, and she feels real, solid... "Cordy?" he dares asking, and her smile is the most beautiful thing he's ever witnessed.
She's always been beautiful, but this is beyond anything he could have imagined... "Welcome home, champ," she says, embracing him, and he cries with joy.
The End
