The Sun Will Set for YouAuthor:
I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of this.Fandom(s):
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/SupernaturalRating:
Buffy Summers/Dean Winchester, Harmony, Spike, AngelPrompt:
Table #3 prompt 03. “Words you say that lay my soul to sleep”Spoilers:
BtVS post Chosen, SPN season 1, Angel season 5Summary:
Sometimes, when you’ve held on to something for so long, all that’s left to do is to let go and say goodbye.Author’s Notes:
Beta'd by Nicole, enjoy and please let me know what you guys think, no actual Dean in this but he does have a presence.
It was a busy day at the offices of Wolfram and Hart’s L.A division and the new arrivals trying to garner the attention of the higher ups were rarely noticed by anyone. They would ask for an appointment, be turned down repeatedly, and go home hours later, dejected because they just weren’t powerful enough to warrant the services of the Wolf, the Ram, and the Hart.
Harmony, personal secretary to the big cheese himself, spent her time at the front desk filing her nails and flipping through the reports she was supposed to get to Angel. She didn’t have to pay attention to the walk-ins.
But she felt it, her gut twisted and fear flooded her. She was powerful, immortal, a vampire, but even she couldn’t deny her instincts to run when a familiar petite blonde crossed over to her desk with a confidence that kept anyone from approaching her.
Blonde curls tumbled past her shoulders and the all black ensemble had its effect, portraying power and elegance. Her black leather boots clicked on the expensive tile and her green eyes were darkened by black eye liner.
She came to stop in front of Harmony’s desk her elbow resting on the edge and she leaned towards Harmony, her eyes guarded. “I’m here to see Angel.” Something flashed behind her eyes and her lips titled into a bitter grin. “And Spike.”
Harmony could have told her that Angel didn’t accept visitors without an appointment, that Spike wouldn’t want to see her even though she knew he did, hell, she could have told Miss Bimbo Slayer that no one wanted her kind there.
Harmony didn’t say anything though, didn’t try to stop her. She wasn’t completely stupid. She just pointed to the private elevator that lead to Angel’s office and watched the Slayer go.
Angel and Spike had been arguing, again, something to do with some ancient ritual Angel was supposed to take part in as the new CEO of Wolfram and Hart. Spike kept insisting that Angel needed to get his head out of his ass and see that the shit he was swimming in was only getting deeper.
Spike had been ribbing Angel for almost an hour now and a pleased smirk was on his lips as he fiddled with one of the numerous phallic symbols Angel kept around his office. Boredom was about to set in and he was considering ways to rile Angel enough for an actual fight, something bloody and time consuming, when the private elevator dinged and the doors began to open.
“Expecting somebody, Peaches?”
Angel had already risen from behind his desk, eyes narrowed on the moving doors. “No,” he muttered under his breath and Spike was on his feet in an instant, falling into a defensive stance.
His body sagged as he saw who it was and Angel took in a ragged, unneeded breath.
“Buffy,” he breathed out softly, stunned.
She looked up at them and her face was a blank mask as she stepped out of the elevator, her eyes moving from Angel to Spike. She crossed her arms as she stood across from them. “We need to talk.” Her voice was flat and her eyes settled back on Angel.
“You need to stop having your goons follow me around. They’re only going to get hurt and I am tired of looking over my shoulder when you should have never put me in this situation.” Anger filled her voice and she once again glanced at Spike before pinning Angel with a glare. “We live separate lives so stay the hell out of mine.”
Angel’s fist clenched and his lips thinned. “Is that all? If you’re done, you can leave now.”
Her smile was bitter. “I will. Just one more thing.” She looked at Spike again and the pain was there, along with betrayal. “You lied to me, both of you did. So I am going to do you a favor and tell you the truth. If you keep having me followed you’re going to figure it out anyway.”
She reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and they both saw it then, the ring was silver and masculine. Not an engagement ring but it hadn’t been hers. It belonged to someone else and it tied her to that other guy.
They knew, they could see it in the way she met their eyes, in the way she no longer tied herself to them. They saw it in the way she had let go of something that they never thought they would lose.
“I’m involved with someone. It’s pretty solid, a forever kind of deal. I love him, really love him, and I trust him, and I would do anything for him.” She twisted the ring on her thumb, her voice growing more sure with each word. “I need you guys to give me some space. We don’t live in the same world anymore and my battles aren’t yours to fight, they’re his.” The joy in her eyes, joy neither had witnessed in years, was only marred slightly by the sadness of letting go. “I need you to stop waiting for me because I won’t be there.”
She bit her bottom lip and turned to leave, pausing. “If you need anything, call okay?” With sure steps, she walked back into the elevator and then pushed the button to go down. The doors began to close and they watched her go.
Angel was devastated, cold and falling apart. There was so much pain in his eyes that Buffy looked away and into Spike’s.
Spike nodded his head in farewell a small smile playing on his lips. She was never really his and all he could hope for was that she would be happy, that she would be cherished, that she would be loved.