By Goddess Isa
SUMMARY: Buffy tries her hand at spells and plays around with an Orb of Thessula
SPOILER: Pangs, I Will Remember You and my fictional perception that in taking down the Initiative, Buffy killed Riley the demon
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-PG
DISCLAIMER: Joss the ass owns the characters. I hate him.
Xander was worried sick. Buffy had been so off since the whole deal with Angel that he'd been more efficient on patrol than she had. Trying to shut down the Initiative had taken its toll on the Slayer and she rarely did anything other than mope around these days.
He saw her sitting on the staircase and stayed to the side, making sure she couldn't see him. He wasn't sure if she was crying or not, so he stepped a tiny bit closer.
Tears filled her eyes and she was mumbling in another language, possibly Latin, and then she screamed the word "NOW!" She switched entirely to English and he could hear bits and pieces of what she was saying.
".......Forever.......The sick and those........never alone.....until the end of time. Not for myself but for the one I love."
"What is she doing?" he whispered to himself, watching her as he drew closer.
She lit a candle and then picked up a beautiful glass ball. She kissed it, whispered something Xander couldn't hear and stood, throwing the ball on top of the candle at warped speed.
The candle was extinguished but it floated in the air with the ball suspended above it. Buffy spoke again in Latin, and then switched back to English. Making a face, Xander asked himself, What in the Hell is she doing?
"Make the night day and the day night. All things shall be equal."
Buffy took the ball from its place above the candle and hurled it at the wall that was once the doors to Sunnydale High School. A rainbow of bright colors appeared where it hit the ground and for a moment, the burned building was so bright Xander thought the sun was out.
Buffy fell to her knees sobbing, and he took that as his cue to leave her alone with whatever she'd been trying to do.
Angel felt the change well before it hit him. When it did, he fell to his knees and screamed Buffy's name. He was loud, and Cordelia and Doyle heard him three flights up in their new apartment.
They sprang out of bed, dressed quickly (and unintentionally in each other's clothing) and ran downstairs.
"WHAT?" Cordy demanded. "Were you just jacking off to her picture again?"
Angel looked at her but said nothing. He was out of breath and sweaty, he looked like he'd just been beat up or something. She kept her distance and asked, "Are you evil?"
Doyle looked at her in shock. "He's human, Cordelia."
"WHAT?" she demanded. "Human? No fangs, no blood, no curse? Oooh, does this mean no brooding? 'Cause I could *so* do without the broodiness all the time. What about the growing?"
"Delia, a little compassion?" Doyle asked. He knelt beside his friend and tried to help him up. "You okay man?"
"I'm...." he couldn't find the words. "Buffy did it."
"How do you know?" Cordy asked.
"I can feel it," he stood up and managed a smile. "I'm going for a walk."
"He smiled!" Cordy yelled. "He *never* smiles. Are you sure you're not evil?"
"He's fine, Princess." Doyle put an arm around her. "Don't you be worryin' your pretty head 'bout him. He needs to be alone wit himself for awhile."
She hugged herself and smiled. "I like your pj shirt. I'm keeping it."
"Well, you can keep these too." Doyle pulled off her Old Navy PJ pants and was naked before her, causing her to smirk. "How do you stand them?!"
Xander was long gone when Buffy finally left the high school. She knew Angel was aware of his humanity now and that he was probably out for a walk. She intended to do the same and somehow found herself at his old mansion. She knew this would be the last morning they'd spend apart watching the sun rise.
Angel came home around eight p.m. and found a very naked Buffy on his desk. She'd pushed everything to the floor and was eating ice cream out of the container.
"I thought you might be hungry," she said.
"Is that what I think it is?" he asked.
She held a spoonful out to him and watched happily as he closed his lips over the metal and smiled as he savored the pure bliss that only Haagan Daaz and sex could supply.
"I remember everything," she whispered.
His eyes flew open and he looked at her.
"I guess the Oracles aren't as smart as they'd like to think they are."
Angel took the spoon and ice cream from her and tossed them aside, lunging at Buffy and kissing her passionately, covering her body with his as she lay down on the desk.
"Let's try not to break this one," he mumbled before making love to her for the first of many times that night.
"But Angel," she complained between kisses. "The best part was when we hit the floor."
The End
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