Are We Now or Ever Were Chapter 4
Author’s Note: Something is going on with Liam. I hope to give you glimpses but all will be revealed eventually. Remember in Season 2 of Buffy, Angel gives her the Claddagh ring, thats where Buffy is “his wife who isn’t”.
Chapter 4:
Taking Things Slow
The next morning, Liam woke up to intense pain in his stomach and along his shoulders. He made it into the bathroom and sunk down on the side of the tub. He reached down into the bottom drawer of the cabinet and pulled out a syringe
and a small glass bottle filled with clear liquid. He filled the syringe then stuck his left hip. Grimacing, he removed the syringe from his hip and carefully stashed away the remains of his supplies. Before Buffy, he really didn’t have to hide anything. Now though, for now at least, he didn’t want her to know what he was doing. As he felt nauseated, he turned on the shower and radio because he knew he was going to vomit. He always did. After he flushed the toilet, he stepped into the shower. He smiled when the band he hadn’t heard for awhile started playing. Today, he felt like singing; he supposed that had something to do with Buffy being back home…sort of home.
/ I don’t think you know my name
And I think you’d leave me standin in the rain
You’re a pretty little girl got a thing for me
But you’d cut me open and let me bleed
But I’ll be looking at you with your long brown hair
Pretty little feet, sparkling everywhere
You look so good when you come my way
But I have to look down when you talk to me
‘Cause your dangerous,
Your Dangerous
Your Dangerous
And you don’t even know it \
James Marsters: Ghost of The Robots-no copy right infringement intended
Buffy woke up to the sound of music and Liam’s voice in the shower. ‘He sings and the lead singer sounds suspiciously like Spike. Shower music.’ She threw the blanket aside and stood up out of bed. She looked at her clothes and thought that she needed to go shopping today. After reading the first two journals last night, she had gained a different perspective on how it wasn’t only for the good of Buffy that Angel left her but it was good for Angel. They both were able to grow. However they sort of grew apart from each other too. She stood outside the bathroom door and knocked.
Liam turned off the shower and reached out of the shower to turn down the radio.
“Just a minute Buffy and the bathroom’s all yours.”
She waited and then replied,”How did ya know it was me?”
She laughed and heard him laugh. She shivered slightly, loving the sound of his laughter.
Liam dried off and pulled on his jeans and then his shirt.
He looked into the mirror and grinned slightly. Time to get the day going.
Buffy waited and watched as he opened the door. ‘I feel like kissing you, Buffy. I feel like holding and kissing you.’
“Good morning?” Buffy inquired.
“Try afternoon, but it is early afternoon so brunch is on order. I’ll make omelets or how about a breakfast burrito?
Eggs, tomato, mushrooms, cheese and soft tortilla shells? What do ya think, sound good?” He was pretty sure she liked that kind of stuff, he certainly found that he liked combining all that stuff together.
She leaned against the door way and thought for a moment.
“Sure. I’ll freshen up and then maybe we can go or I can go shopping for a few things. I have a limited amount of cash on me. OH! Did you see my scythe? Did it come with me?”
He nodded and she continued.” Good, ok so I’ll just go in here.”
She turned quickly and closed the door. She sighed and leaned against the door for a minuted.
‘I’m trying so hard not to do what everything in my body is screaming for me to do.. it’s Angel but he isn’t Angel. For all I know, he has a girlfriend somewhere and I am assuming way too much.’
She groaned and hurriedly freshened up as much as she could.
Liam just didn’t get it. He put thoughts of kissing her aside eand went to make the food. Hopefully they would get a chance to talk…
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To Be Continued.
A.N-I know what you might be thinking.. Buffy and Angel would never be like that… Don’t you remember I will remember you where they say they are going to just wait and then they jump each other’s bones? Of course I do, but I am trying to give this Buffy a chance to show this Angel that she has matured. Also Liam isn’t a drug addict, just wanted to clear that up. He is sick. With what? How? well all will be revealed in due time. up next… Buffy has de-ja vu and Liam confesses. A shopping trip to apologize and some daylight fun!
I didn’t come up with the characters, Joss Whedon did. Joss Whedon and his team did a fantastic job on Buffy the entire series and Angel the entire series. I’m like all those other people in denial though. Of course I want a chance to give my take on how things should be. If anything seems like it is actually a part of Buffy or Angel (if it isnt dually noted) it is purely coincidental. I just started reading the comics and I’m actually wigged out how closely paralled to the comics my writing has been. I think SMG and DB did a fantastic job as Buffy and Angel, the entire cast for both shows were brilliant! I love James Marsters band, Ghost of the robot, although I think they aren’t together anymore. In saying all of this, I am not writing any of this story to make money, its just a way for me to vent. I do not even know if anyone is reading this stuff. *big smile* I really just have to write it for my own sanity!
Continued from Chapter 4:
Taking Things Slow Part 2
Author’s Note: I’d like to point out that I don’t own any of the characters. You should know by now that Joss Whedon does. I also would like to note that SMG(Prinze) and DB aren’t together in real life. SMG is married to Freddie Prinze Jr and has a child with him. DB is married to Jamie Bergman and has two children together.
on to the story.
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Buffy vaguely remembered having a dream about Angel being human. She dreamed of love making, ice cream in bed and lots of crying…
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‘You know honestly, now that I think about it, maybe it was a prophetic dream.
Yep, I bet that’s what it was. In which case, can you say “yum”?
Any who, today I want to see if Angel, I mean Liam; I need to remember to call him that; I need to find out if there might be a way back.
Usually all I have to do is say the words but I can’t remember the words which is odd…maybe Liam knows what the what is.
When I opened the bathroom door I followed my nose out to the kitchen. The food smells yummy. And from there I follow my instincts and wrap my arms around his middle to hug him.
He didn’t even tense up, instead he laid his arms on mine and rubbed them gently. Guess it was natural for him too.
“I’ve always wanted this, mo gra.”
There he goes, calling me “my love”, so perhaps there isn’t a woman in his life. I should just ask huh?
Brunch was a quiet affair. His cooking was delicious. We really didn’t talk much.
Liam explained how different Sunnydale was to the one I remembered. We were driving around the town, that was already different. After he parked his boat of car, he sat there staring at the steering wheel with the sun pouring down on him.
At first, all I wanted to do was stare at him. Then I realized he had something face so I sighed and asked, “What’s wrong Liam?”
He muttered something and moved from behind the wheel closer to me. He took my face between his hands and
it seemed as if he was trying to communicate to me with his eyes only. I could read his soul. Something was troubling him, very much. I could also see love, love for me. Thus, I wait for him to speak or move.
“Buffy, some kind of magical wards were put on Sunnydale when it was rebuilt. I’m not sure who put it there, but I am sure it was to safe guard any remains there might be of the hellmouth. I’m trying to figure out how you got in..I mean I’ve dealt with a few demons here and there and some of them have tried to open portals and have failed. The question is then, how the hell did you get here? I mean, don’t get me wrong Buffy, I’m really glad to see you ya know?”
He stopped then to give me a peck on the lips but you know how it is with us, it became this full blown passionately amazing kiss. Our souls came together and for one minute I remembered what it was like to be home.
Whistling and cat calls brought us out of our passion way too soon for my taste; pun intended. We separated and instead of drawing away from me he played with a wisp of hair behind my ear and I felt myself becoming a puddle in his lap. He always makes me want to die.
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A loud clearing of a rude someone’s throat behind my shoulder made Liam look away from me.
“Hey Billy boyo!”
Billy? Who is that man calling Billy?
“Hey Owen. How are you doing?” Liam seemed genuine, like he really cared how the man was doing and that he hadn’t been interrupted in a passionate kiss.
Huh, you think you know someone.
“I’m well, thanks. Who’s your lady friend?” So I turned around and to be honest I thought I was looking at on older version of the Owen I dated, but there was no way it could be..could it?
“Owen this is Buffy.” Owen stuck his hand out and I put mine in his thinking that he was going to shake it, instead he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.
Such an Angel thing to do. “A pleasure to meet you Buffy. I’ve heard alot about you.”
I blushed and thanked him. Then flicked a glance at Liam.
There’s so much to talk about it.
Honestly, there is never enough time in the world to talk about everything.
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/People say she’s only in my head
It’s gonna take time but I’ll forget
say I need to get on with my life
they don’t realize …
it’s when your dialing six numbers just to hang up the phone
driving cross town just to see if she’s home
waking a friend in the dead of night just to hear him say its going to be alright
when you find the things to do not to fall asleep because you know she’ll be there in your dreams
thats when shes more than a memory\
Garth Brooks: More Than A Memory-no copyright infringement intended
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We talked. She shopped and modeled her clothes for me. Buffy was stunning in anything she wore.
We played paint ball in one of those playgrounds where you put on a painters outfit. It was a blast.
We talked some more. I told her about recent life for me. Everything else she could read on her own time.
I’m an art professor at the local college. Everyone calls me something different. I told her about taking her last name.
“My last name?” She asked curiously and her nose did that cute thing, you know the one.
I tapped it gently and said “Yes, besides don’t you remember our rings?”
We both looked down at our hands then. Neither of us had our rings of course but that wasn’t the point. She remembered and when I looked back up she had tears glistening like diamonds on her cheeks.
“I took a class, a Gaelic speaking class and the professor was Irish. He told us the story about the Claddagh Rings. Was that your intent? To marry?” She didn’t seem angry, but touched and surprised.
I cleared my throat trying to get passed the lump that had formed there.
“Yeah so um.. Mr.Summers is one name I go by.”
Trying to get back on track. I told you, I don’t want to rehash the past. It’s better to more forward.
“Liam is short for William and Billy is short for William.”
I smirked at her and waited for her to get what I got awhile ago.
“William The Bloody and Liam…” She laughed and shook her head. “Angel and Spike.”
She asked me quietly, “What’s short for Angel?” I could hear the sadness in her voice.
She had missed me, I think, and perhaps a part of her thinks she won’t fit in my life here.
The bold truth of that statement though is that she will fit, does fit, has always fit.
She’s my heart, my soul, my sunshine; all of that fits in my life.
“Buffy…baby.. hey look at me..please?” I crooked my finger under her chin and nudged her gently to look at me. “When the time is right, I want to be officially Mr. Summers. eThat is, if you’ll have me.. but don’t answer that yet; just give it some thought.”
I kissed her on the forehead and then asked what she wanted to do for the rest of the night.
She wanted to see all of Sunnydale. That I could do.
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