Epiphanies and Idiots
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE – Epiphanies and Idiots
A/N: Picks up at end of last chapter.
Buffy and Sam walked toward the glaring men trying valiantly not to roll their eyes. “Okay, boys it’s time to stop this stare fest. Sam and I are ready to go back to the hotel and get some much needed sleep.”
Jack stood and dug the car keys out of his pocket and waived them at Buffy and Sam. “Ready whenever you are ladies.”
Buffy tried to grab the keys from his hands but Jack quickly pulled them out of her reach. “Oh no you don’t. I’ve heard horror stories of your driving from Dawn and Spike. There is no way I’m letting you drive the rental.”
At this Buffy pouted prettily hoping to get her way. “Please, Jack,” she said pleadingly.
“Don’t pout at me woman! It’s not going to work. At least not for this.” Jack felt his resolve start to waiver until he remembered Dawn’s story of Buffy getting her driver’s license. Apparently the tester only granted it because Buffy had saved him from a vampire and for that he’d forgiven her for nearly killing him during the driving portion of the exam. ‘Nope,’ he thought to himself, ‘not taking the chance of letting her behind the wheel.’
“Fine! Let’s go,” Buffy turned trying to keep a disappointed look but she couldn’t help let a smile sneak across her face. Jack already knew her to well if he refused to let her drive.
Jack turned to the remaining group and gave them a jaunty waive and led Sam and Buffy out of the Magic Box.
The three departing figures failed to notice the low growl Angel gave as Jack put his arm around Buffy as they left the shop.
“What the bloody hell is your problem Peaches?” Spike angrily demanded in response.
“I don’t like him.”
“Nobody asked you whether you did. In fact last time I checked you left Buffy so she could have a ‘normal life’ and ‘go out in the sun.’ What right do you have to get pissed when she does? Absolutely bleeding none!” Spike shouted in disgust.
“Spike,” Angel growled out. “Don’t push me boy!”
At this Spike grabbed Angel by his collar and shook him. “I’m not your boy! You best listen to me Angelus. The woman is long over you and you’re not muckin’ this up for her.”
Angel pushed Spike away and his eyes flashed gold then his shoulders slumped in defeat. He sat back down and dropped his head in his hands. “God, I still love her! I thought I lost her forever and she walks back into my life. How am I supposed to let her go?”
At this Xander snorted, “Dead boy, you let her go years ago when you left her in Sunnydale. Get that through your thick skull.”
At this Angel looked up at Xander, “You’re no better. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do anything to keep her here. Don’t tell me you don’t hate HIM as much as I do for bringing her back only to take her away again.”
It was as if a light bulb went off in Xander’s head. He’d been treating Buffy just like Angel, as a possession, something to control and if she didn’t do what he wanted then he treated her like dirt. “You’re right Angel. I haven’t been acting any better than you and it has almost cost me my friendship with Buffy. If you want to lose her completely just keep acting like a possessive jackass.” Xander stood, “Me, I’m going home to my wife and tomorrow I’m going to beg Buffy’s forgiveness. Thanks for the eye opener.”
Xander started to walk out the door and turned back, “Spike, you need a ride home?”
“Don’t mind if I do. Peaches, you best think on what the whelp here said. He and I don’t always get along but he’s talkin’ sense now.”
“Spike, that was almost friendly. We may be reaching a turning point in our relationship.” Xander said laughingly.
“Not bloody likely,” Spike replied as the two men walked out of the shop leaving behind a saddened Angel and a confused Riley.
“Why don’t you guys like Buffy’s husband?” the bewildered military man asked as he turned toward Angel.
Angel just looked at Riley and thought to himself, ‘Idiot.’