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Lost Love
By: Reed
/"This is it"/ Angel thought, staring at the large
metal contraption in front of him. /"This is going to
bring me to Cordy."/
"Are you ready, Angel?"
"As I'll ever be." Fred clicked the last piece of the
axis into place and the circle began to spin and glow.
Without hesitation, he jumped into the light and then
everything went black.
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Buffy was running a dust rag along the mantel when she
heard a loud thump behind her. She turned around to
find a very strange sight.
"What the fuck?"
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Angel came back to his senses to find a curtain of
blonde hair filling his sight and the concerned face
of the vampire Slayer looming over him.
"Angel? Angel? Can you hear me?"
"Buffy?" he asked groggily. "What's going on? Where
am I?"
"You're in my living room."
"Ugh," Angel grunted, trying to sit up only to find
that his head began to throb as he moved. Buffy
placed her hand on his back to help him up.
"Go slow." She grabbed a pillows of the couch and
propped them behind Angel so that he was sitting. She
tried to focus on making sure he was all right instead
of the jumble of emotions that welled up in her when
she saw him lying on her living room floor.
"How did I get here?"
"I don't know. You just kind of appeared. What's the
last thing you remember?"
"Cordelia."
"The last thing you remember is Cordelia. Okay, well
that's not helpful."
"No, the last thing I remember is looking for
Cordelia. She's been missing all summer. I jumped
into the Axis of Pithia and it was supposed to bring
me to her. The Gnarl said..." Angel trailed off,
feeling like the biggest moron ever. One would think
that after being the cryptic hint giving demon for so
many years, he would learn not to take things at face
value. The Gnarl had said that the axis would take
him to his lost love.
So here he was.
With Buffy.
Not Cordelia.
And he decided that this was he wanted to be.
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