Posted: November 4, 2002
Rating: PG
Email: florrie59@yahoo.com
Content: C/A
Summary: Post-Supersymmetry.
Spoilers: Ep 5, season 4
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss
Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Nothing-Fancy and By Sun and Candlelight only.
Notes: I know there will be a lot of these floating around before next week! Let's just say, this might not be what I *expect* to see, but I wouldn't be cheesed off if the beginning of ep 6 does go something like this...
Feedback: Cherished.

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“Were we in love?”

Were we in love?

Were… we… in… love…

Shit.

Fuck.

Crap.

“Um…”

“Okay, so the other day you told me weren’t together, exactly, but I need to know. Were we in love. With each other. Maybe some kissing? Hand-holding?”

“Er…”

“Look, you said you’d be honest, not protect me! So what? I was crushing on you? Bit of an embarrassing situation? Sigh of relief when the girl went whoosh and disappeared?”

“God no! You went whoosh? - is there a memory there or…”

“Quit changing the subject, Angel. Were we in love? Was I in love with you? ‘Cause there’s something going on, I can feel, but I don’t know.”

“Right. We didn’t actually get to talk about…anything specific before you…went whoosh. Hey can I keep that one? Whoosh. Kind of descriptive for a lot of things that...”

“Jesus, Angel! I can see why we didn’t get to talk! Forget it, didn’t mean to put you on the spot. It’s not as though I’m looking for orange blossoms in June, you know.”

“No, you’re more lily-of-the-valley or those trailing orchids that look really delicate but are actually really strong or… Don’t go!”

“Give me a reason to stay.”

Fuck.

Crap.

Shit.

“Reason. Sure. I was in lubwvyoo.”

“Speak up, buster.”

“I was in love. With you. Before you went away. Before you did the whoosh. I still am. But I can’t because you aren’t all you - yet.”

“Give me another reason.”

“Another one?”

“Yes, something I can feel.”

“Like … this? ummm… 'isss?”

“Don’t mumble when you’re kissing me.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Angel, about the 'all me'…”

Fuckingshittycrap.

“Huh? What about the kissing? Maybe another one to...”

“It was… feely. I felt… things, good things.”

“Fireworks? Shooting stars? Tweetie birds? Ballet dancers?”

“What? It was okay, really. Don’t ask me to grade you. Anyway, I need to be all me again, I don’t like the big black holes that drag me in and I know I should know how to get out but I don‘t. So, what are you going to do about it?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, aren’t you the guy with all the answers?”

“Um…”

“Did I just hear one of those whooshes? Jesus…”

“No, not him! Lorne!”

Disclaimer: The characters are Joss Whedon's, Mutant Enemy's and probably a heap of other people about whom I know nothing.
I lay no claim to ownership of the characters, I simply like to ask them out to play now and then.