Title: Carpe Diem
Author: Laura Fones
E-Mail Address: mailto:rb46528@aol.com
Distribution: You need only ask.
Spoilers: 1st Season of Angel
Rating: PG-13
Classification: Willow/Angel
Summary: After Buffys death, Willow goes to LA to away from it all, when
she finds she cant escape her feelings.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in relation to the show Buffy the Vampire slayer,
Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own all except for the story idea.
Feedback: I love it. I thrive on it.
Authors note: In this story, I switch perspectives from Willows
in the beginning for like an introduction and then to a third persons,
so try not to get confused. And, oh yeah, Angels soul is permanent.
Carpe Diem. Thats what I had once said, just saying that made me loose
one friend to the monster wearing the mask of an Angel. Angel, I can only say
this with bittersweet recognition now. Yes, hes still here. I still love
him, I cant tell him, but its there. Bittersweet, his name is now,
because hes lost the one thing he loved, and its not me
I
know I shouldnt say that, Buffy was my friend, I was her friend. But jealousy
is a powerful thing; it makes you forget loyalty, camaraderie. Inwardly at least.
I miss her, maybe not enough. But I feel no guilt, it wasnt my fault.
She was the slayer, but it just wasnt her time, or maybe it was, who knows.
But seeing her, lying in a pool of her own blood, but not the cause of some
satanic demon. But instead by her own hand. I remember the note she left, Im
so sorry, I couldnt handle it, Im weak. Please forgive me.
All I could think was, bitch, you took the easy way out, what about us, your
friends, we have to deal with your selfishness.
Then, at the funeral, I just felt this release from her. I knew that I was
stronger than she ever was. She would take her own life because of Rileys
death. Sorry Buffy, I really am, but youve lost friends, now youve
just left us with more grief than you needed to spill your own blood. I guess
that was resentment, I missed her, yes, but I was so angry with her. She takes
her life and leaves us to clean up after her. And not just the blood, the pain.
Doesnt she know how much we loved her, how much she hurt us. Even Spike,
who always said she was such a pain in the ass, said hed miss her. She
broke up the gang for good.
Thats why I decided to leave, to LA. I know, what a cravenness way to
get away. Well, guess what Buffy, youre not the only weak one, but Im
not going to be here to pick up the pieces of the Scooby gang that you left
to us.
I called Cordelia, telling her about everything, she said Angel was really
broken up and wouldnt even come out of his little apartment in the basement.
She invited me to stay with her, so I could be away from it, so I could step
back and get over it. I accepted, and there I was, standing outside the door,
looking absentmindedly at the sign, Angel Investigations. Over and
over, my eyes raked the letters, building my nerve. I sighed and turned the
knob.
Click, I knew my world would change the moment I walked through the entrance
of the office. Swoosh, I opened the door and walked into the office. Cordelia?
Oh, there she is, I saw her through the clear pane of glass that was mounted
on the door. I sat down in a chair next to the filing cabinet. Oh, good, she
noticed me, she walked over, breathe.
Willow, Cordelia smiled as she hugged me, Its been
so long.
Only an hour since we last spoke, I smiled back, hoping to get
through the greetings quickly, and then get settled in.
Yes, but youre the only one who could actually get Angel out of
the dark shell that is his dreary living quarters he calls his apartment,
She motioned to the office, Come on, lets go see if we can actually
get Angel to speak in double syllables.
She led me into the office, where I saw a very plain work area, just a standard
desk, lamp, chair. Pretty basic. Then I looked up and saw a very broody Angel
and
Wesley?
Wesley? I couldnt have been more unprepared or tickled, What
are you doing here, council boy, did you get canned?
Yeah, Cordelia cut in, Apparently since Buffy left the council,
they didnt want dearest Wesley here, so we brought him in as a stray.
Wesley stepped forward in his usual timid, British way.
Good to see you again Willow, He offered out his hand and I shook
it. I silently wondered if Angel was even going to talk to me, he looked so
far off.
Cordelia grabbed Wesleys hand and led him out saying only, Let
them catch up.Cordelia, Wesley said when she had pulled him
out of the room and out of earshot, Why did you insist on our leaving,
we could have stayed in there and helped with the uncomfortable silences a conversation
with Angel is known to have.
Cordelia waved her hand toward the office, You dont get it, Angel
wanted to be alone with her. You know how hes been acting really weird
lately, its because hes got like this total crush on Willow and
he knew she was coming. And I know Willow has the hots for him. But, its
their issue, not ours. Wesley opened his mouth to respond but Cordelia
shushed him with a finger to her lip. She motioned towards the door so they
could hear what was going on in the room.Willow swayed back and forth on her
heels, hoping Angel would break the tension that seemed to envelop the room.
She glanced down at her shoes, then up at Angel, praying Cordelia would come
back into the office.
Angel looked down at his fist and decided it was stupid to just stay in silence,
even if he didnt know how to act around Willow. He stood up and walked
towards her, making her gaze travel from her feet to his face.
How are you, Angel asked, I mean in general, not just with
the
well, you know.
Im okay, Willow tugged on the end of her sleeve, I
guess. I mean, its not everyday your best friend commits suicide and leaves
you to pick up the shattered pieces of your close to surviving semi happy existence.
She said each word as if it were fact and not some bitter pretense.
Angel placed a soothing hand on her shoulder, I know. Its hard.
He hesitated a moment before embracing her, though it was as much for him as
it was for her.
Willow stood stunned for a minute, then brought her arms around his back, nuzzling
into his chest. If this was the only way to get Angel to hold her, then she
would have to enjoy it. She sighed slightly; backing away before it became too
difficult to let go.
Angel was reluctant, but let the little witch out of his fond embrace; You
should go with Cordelia. Angel looked away from her for a moment and added,
You need to get settled in.
<Oh, of course he wants to get rid of me. Fine then. Ill go. >
She nodded her head and turned to the door, slowly turning the knob and walking
out of the office.
Cordelia saw the mournful look on Willows face as she exited Angels
office. All she could think was, <What did Angel do! >
Come on Cordelia, Willow flashed a smile that was less then convincing
to Cordelia, I need to get unpacked.
Yeah, Cordelia led Willow out of Angel Investigations and down
to her car, determined to find out what that senseless dead head had done to
upset Willow. Lets get you settled in, Cordelia said as she
helped the shaky Willow out of the passenger seat of her car.
I wasnt aware it was legal to drive like that, Willows
eyes were wide from the traumatic experience that was driving Miss. Cordy.
Youd be surprised what you can get away with in LA, I murdered
someone just last week and no cops yet. Cordelia smiled as Willows
eyes bugged out, Kidding.
I knew that, Willow said in a way that was reminiscent of Xanders
old remarks. She opened the trunk and Cordelia helped her with her giant suitcase.
God, Cordelia lifted the piece of luggage, And I thought
I packed too much.
My wardrobe habits have changed a bit, Willow smiled and pulled
at the bottom of her clingy tee shirt.
So Ive noticed, Cordelia motioned over to the stairway to
her apartment, Willow in tow; Its like Willow chic
without
the fuzziness.
Willow held up her finger to make a point, No way. Thats a trademark.
Yeah, yeah, Cordelia pulled out her keys and opened the door; Come
on Ill show you your room.
Cordelia placed her keys down on the table and then the keys were lifted and
put on the hook beside the door; Thanks Dennis.
Are you aware a poltergeist just hung up your keys, Willow pointed
over to the key rack and then turned back to Cordelia.
Yeah, She put Willows bags into the guestroom, Thats
just Dennis. Hes kinda my ghostly roommate, its a long story, but
the just of it is: Dennis was trapped in that wall over there, Angel and I freed
him and now he lives with me, and, well, now you.
Yeah, Willow smiled, I guess. She looked down at her
bags and added, I should probably unpack. You know, get settled in.
Oh, no you arent, Cordelia grabbed her arm and dragged her
into the kitchen, Youre not doing anything until I know exactly
what went on in that office, and why you were so depressive when you left.
She sat down in a chair and made Willow do the same.
If I must, Willow looked down and began, You know Ive always had this thing for Angel .
That prick, Cordelia said when she had finished, Willow,
guys are so dumb, especially undead guys. Bloodsucking or not, they are the
evil gender. And Angel, 200 years and he still has no clue about women, and
especially you. He has intimacy issues I swear, but Willow Im surprised
you didnt recognize it
Angel has a huge crush on you.
Yes, of course, Willow droned sarcastically, How could I
have missed it, because that always happens to me. Yep, a gorgeous man who makes
Greek gods jealous has the hots for mousy little Willow. Im so very sure.
Its no wonder, Cordelia said and rolled her eyes, I
mean, look at how much you have in common, lets see, belittling yourself
at every chance, brooding nonstop in relation to your love lives
I dont brood, Willow denied, I belittle, yes; sulk,
maybe; muse, definitely, but no brooding.
Cordelia raised her eyebrows disapprovingly, And you do of course realize
that muse and sulk are synonyms of brood.
Thats beside the point
Wesley tapped on the door to Angels office, Angel, He asked,
Could I have a word.
Hearing no answer he began to turn away from the door before hearing a mournful
mutter, Come in.
Wesley nodded to himself and pushed the door open. He saw an unusually mopy
Angel leaning to the back of his chair and staring up at the nothingness of
the ceiling. Wesley sat down in the chair that was placed directly across from
Angel and waited for his eyes to travel from the ceiling down to Wesley.
You wanted something. Angel said in a distant tone.
Well, Wesley began, Its not really about me as you
can imagine, but rather about Willow. Angels eyes glazed slightly,
as if replaying a scene over in his mind. Wesley chose to ignore it, When
she walked out, she looked rather dejected. And I was just wondering, did anything
happen in here that would make her feel cast down.
Angels eyes roamed over Wesleys for a while, examining the question
inwardly, then he finally spoke, I realized I loved her, I held her in
my arms and I knew it. Then I had to let her go.
Well, Wesley responded, Since she feels the same way, I have
no idea why she would feel discouraged if you told her so.Angels
eyes glowed when he heard the phrase She feel the same way.
She feels for me too? Angel said unbelieving.
The phone rang, abruptly bringing an end to Angels revelation. Wesley
picked it up. Hello.
Wesley. Cordelias voice came from the other line.
Yes, He replied, Hold on a minute. Wesley transferred
the call to the phone in the outer office; Ill take it outside.
Angel nodded, again detached.
Wesley rushed out the door, to the other phone and quickly picked it up. All
right, Im not in Angels office any longer. What is it?
Willow just found out. Cordelia said.
So did Angel, I thought he knew. Wesley held the phone on his shoulder
and glanced back into the clear frame of Angels office.
He didnt, who would have told him. Anyway, we have to arrange something
for them. They need to be together. Her line crackled slightly from the
house.
What ever happened to its their issue, not ours?
That plan was scraped, we have to let them be alone together, and its
what both of them need.
Since when did you become so caring of others.
About the same time you became self involved.
Fine, what do we do
Angel heard the elevator move down the
shaft and stop at his floor. Cordelia? He called, Is that
you?
The doors opened to expose his short little redheaded object of lust; she was
looking down at the floor. He got up and walked over to the open conveyance
and led Willow out before the doors closed and the elevator was recalled up
to the first floor.
Hi, Angel smiled, a rarity for him, and commented, I wasnt
expecting you.
Willow tilted her head to the side, puzzled, But Cordelia told me you
wanted to talk to me
Not unless shes psychic, Angel looked pleasantly bewildered,
But I cant say seeing you falls anywhere close to a bad thing.
He noticed they were just standing in front of the elevator so he motioned towards
the couch, Please, come in.
You know what, Willows face looked pained, I think
I know what happened, Ill just go back to Cordelias apartment. Shes
just trying to
well, never mind. She started to walk towards the
elevator but was stopped when Angel grabbed her lightly on the arm, halting
her attempted exit.
Just trying to what? Angel asked.
Willow bit down on her lip and looked down at her hands, Well,
She chuckled slightly, I cant believe Im saying this
you
see, I told her that I had, kinda, a crush on you and
I should really go.
She headed once again to escape, but Angel pulled her close to him and kissed
her with all the passion that had been building in him since he came back from
hell.
When the kiss ended she stepped back to catch her breath and said in winded
voice, I guess I should take that as an I like you too.
Angel smiled and shook his head, No, Her face fell for a moment
and Angels arms pulled her back close to him, You should take that
as an I love you more than life itself, and I have ever since I came back
from hell. You should also take that as an 'I want you to be with me.
Always. Willow smiled contently and stood on her tiptoes to capture Angels
lips in as passionate a kiss as hed given her a few moments age.
She pulled back suddenly, You know that this means you have to stock
up on chocolate, right?
He nudged her nose with his and said, I kind of guessed.
And no brooding. She ordered.
Agreed, He chuckled and went back to kissing her again.
THE END