Stay - by Elle

Stay

Author's Notes: This is my first fan fiction ever! I've read a lot of it, but this is my first attempt at it so sorry if it sucks! :-) The story is pretty self-explanatory so just read it and you should get it

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing in this story. It all belongs to Joss Whedon and all the other people. So, PLEASE don't sue me!!

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I'm so tired. Not lack-of-sleep tired, exactly, but. something else. Can your soul be tired? I wondered. I almost smiled at that thought. Me, Buffy Summers, sounding like some weary old lady. I looked out the window of my condo overlooking the Pacific Ocean in San Diego. After the Hellmouth closed 2 years ago, I packed up my stuff and left. 'Too many memories, too much pain' was basically what was running through my head as I was leaving. I just couldn't stay there, without *him* being there as well. I, of course, still kept in touch with the gang. Willow was doing insanely well in San Francisco as an internet sale representative, living with Oz and their newborn daughter, Fiona. Xander owned his own construction company in Sunnydale, and he and Anya had married a few months back. My mother had gotten remarried and was now living in Texas with her new husband, Bill. We barely kept in touch. Giles was in England with Olivia, in some topnotch position in the Council. He called once a week, just to check up. And he would always ask how I was. I always replied, "Fine," and not elaborate further, although I considered myself far from fine.

Don't stray

Don't ever go away

I should be much to smart for this

You know it gets the better of me

Sometimes when you and I collide

I fall into an ocean of you

Pull me out in time

Don't let me drown

Let me down

I say it's all because of you

I walked through my living room into my small, brightly colored kitchen. I alternated staring at the phone and at the small, rectangular card in my hand. 'Angel Investigations,' it read. This was my routine, as it had been for the past 2 years. Every day, I would walk with a purpose of to my telephone and be determined to call him, to see how he was. Instead, I would end up just staring at it for a while before I called one of our mutual friends and just learned about his life from them. Pathetic much?

I discovered, through Cordelia, no less, that his investigation company was thriving, and he had started dating again. Funny, how just thinking about Angel even looking at other woman can make my skin crawl, even after all this time has passed. Maybe, because deep down I still consider him mine, which is pretty trippy of me. I had no doubts that he probably had this gorgeous girlfriend and was in no way still hung up on me. I mean, which one of us came to the other's city and threw in the other's face about who's new boyfriend? Who turned out to like having vamp whores suck his blood? Which one of us deluded ourselves for months on end that they could somehow fall in love with someone else? Who can't go through the night to this day without dreaming of the other's chocolate brown eyes?

I sighed deeply, willing myself to come back to reality. In said reality, I lived alone, not willing to subject myself to having another doomed-to-fail relationship. I had a job teaching self-defense at a nearby gym and still occasionally patrolled, although there was rarely any demon in San Diego that needed a good ass kicking. I dated occasionally, but never let anything too serious. It was just me, dependent on me, while the rest of my friends had these beautifully enriched lives with their significant other. How peachy.

And here I go

Losing my control

I'm practicing your name

So I can say it

To your face it doesn't seem right

To look you in the eye

And let all the things

You mean to me

Come tumbling out my mouth

Indeed it's time tell you why

I say it's infinitely true

My dire train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door. Expecting to see Pete, the UPS man, but it wasn't Pete. It sure as *Hell* wasn't balding, overweight, middle-aged Pete. It was him. My Angel. He was on *my* front porch, looking absolutely breathtaking in a black silk button-down shirt and black slacks. He was.

Beautiful. God, she was so beautiful it made me want to weep. Her big, expressive green eyes were wide with surprise. I guess I would be the last person she would expect at her door in the middle of the afternoon. Her flowery dress swished as she hesitantly walked towards me. She stopped and put a shaking hand on my chest and felt the distinctive thump-thump of my heart. Buffy let it rest there for a few moments before looking up at me with twin tears running down each cheek. I wiped them away with my thumb. Almost breathlessly, she spoke my name like it was a caress. "Angel," she whispered.

Say you'll stay

Don't come and go

Like you do

Sway my way

Yeah I need to know

All about you

I put my hands on either side of her face and slowly bent down to kiss her. When our lips touched, it was like an electric jolt through our bodies. Knees, hips, chests were mashed together as our kiss deepened. She tasted like heaven. Without breaking the kiss, I scooped her into my arms and walked though her doorway and slammed the door behind us.

And there's no cure

And no way to be sure

Why everything's turned inside out

Instilling so much doubt

It makes me so tired

I feel so uninspired

My head is battling with my heart

My logic has been torn apart

And now

It all turns sour

Come sweeten

Every afternoon

After a few minutes, I gently put her down and wrapped my arms her. She looked up at me and said, "Stay?" I smiled at her affectionately and replied, "For always." She smiled. We, of course had issues that needed to be worked out. I wasn't so naïve as to assume everything would just work itself out. But I knew, as I swooped down to kiss her and felt her lips on mine, that we had all the time in the world that we needed.