FF Wild Angels

["Christeen Demons" <Shyfox30@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss 
Whedon. I am merely a borrower of his fine
creations.:-)

Subtext: Oh yeah.BG This is a B/W fic, you all know my style by now.:-)

I forget who wrote the initial challenge for the Martina McBride song Wild 
Angels, but I want to thank you. I couldn?t
get the idea out of my head.:-)


Wild Angels
by
Shyfox



Between the perfect world and the bottem line,
Keeping love alive in these troubled times.
Well, it?s a miracle in itself.
And we know too well what that?s about.
Still we made it though, only God knows how.
We must have had a little help.

It must?ve been Wild Angels.
Wild Angels.
Watching over you and me.
Wild Angels, Wild Angels.
Baby, what else could it be.

The argument had been decidedly stupid, Buffy decided as she walked along 
feeling sorry for herself. When was she going to learn not to take her 
friend for granted? She asked herself, kicking a rock and sending it 
skidding ahead of her, for no other reason then it helped her feel a 
smidgeon better.

She didn?t even know who had started the argument. All Buffy could remember 
was feeling a little down after returning from patrol, the Slayage had been 
off, possibly due to the fact that Adam was still running around at large, 
and she had been looking forward to just relaxing with her best 
friend...maybe getting some ice cream and chatting like they used to do, or 
going to the Bronze. Seeing Willow and Tara studying on Willow?s bed as she 
had entered the dorm room had changed her plans dramatically and she had 
snapped at the red head, asking her if the little witch had to be around all 
the time.

Willow and Tara had looked up and stared at her, Tara looking like a frozen 
rabbit who had just gotten cornered by the cunning fox, and Willow looking 
at first shocked, then angered at her friend?s rudeness.

?Well at least she?s around. You never are...always disappearing 
somewhere...taking off by yourself...leaving other people to worry about 
you.? Willow had said, her green eyes flashing with fire.

It was true, Buffy reflected morosely. Buffy had spent alot of time by 
herself, avoiding Riley and the others, and thinking, mostly about the 
changes that had been happening in her life. Over her Freshman year in 
college, she had allowed herself to grow distant from her friends. It 
hadn?t been intentional, but it had happened, creating a rift between them 
she didn?t know if she could fix.

Then of course, there was the added pressure of being hopelessly in love 
with her best friend. That revelation had hit from out of nowhere, it 
seemed, when she had been confronted with the reality of Tara.

Tara was everything she wasn?t: shy, soft-spoken, demure. The only thing 
they really had in common was the color of their hair...both blondes. In 
fact Tara was more like the Willow she used to know. Buffy couldn?t help 
wondering if the red head had just fallen in love with herself. It didn?t 
make much sense to Buffy, but she supposed it didn?t really have to. In the 
end, she felt that she had lost Willow, as best friend and anything more.

The fight had escalated until Buffy had seen red and left the room before 
she could do any permanent damage, at least that?s what she hoped.

*****

After the fight with Buffy, Willow decided to take a walk to clear her head. 
Tara had asked if she could come with her, but Willow didn?t want to take 
her bad mood on her new friend so she said that it might be better if she 
went by herself.

Now, walking alone through the park, she wondered if that had been such a 
good idea. She had made sure to bring a stake along with her, just in case, 
but she didn?t know how effective one stake would be if a whole pack of 
vampires decided to descend upon her. She wondered if she
would run into Buffy out here, half hoping she would so she?d have somebody 
to walk back to the dorm room with her, and half hoping that she wouldn?t 
because she was still mad at her.

She lost her train of thought when she heard a branch break behind her. 
Quickly swiveling her head, she tried to see through the darkness, hoping 
against all hope that she didn?t have some demon or vampire trailing her. 
Of course this is SunnyDale, and she was right on top of a
Hellmouth, so of course there was a vampire behind her. Not just one, but 
several. She gulped against the sudden fear that had risen up in her 
throat, feeling her heart hammering away like a jackhammer. She waved 
stupidly at the band of vampires, seeing their returning lethal grins as 
they sized up their prey. Knowing she didn?t stand a chance in Hell against 
them, she took off running, knowing she was too far away from the dorm and 
help to have any hope against surviving.

*****

Some would think a bartender?s job is simply to make and pour drinks, clean 
glasses and scrub down the bar if somebody spills their beer. The best kind 
of bartender knows their true job is to listen to other people?s problems 
while they drown their sorrows away in the libations they drink. To offer 
sage advice to those who are willing to listen, and keep a watchful eye on 
those too drunk to make it home. One particular bartender took her job 
especially serious.

Looking up from mopping the bar, she noticed the blonde enter the bar, 
looking far more down then any child that age had any right being, and 
watched with some amusement as she made her way to the bar. The blonde sat 
down wearily on the stool right in front of the bartender and asked
quietly for a beer.

The bartender sized the girl up, knowing she wasn?t more than eighteen, 
nineteen at the most. ?I?ll need to see some I.D.? She informed the girl, 
cheerfully raising a dark colored eyebrow.

Blue eyes rose and stared at her, pinning the bartender with an intensity 
that she rarely saw in a human. ?You might as well stop looking at me like 
that. That look wont work with me, so you
might as well put it away.? She said, in a deep timbered voice, authority 
reeking from the tone. ?Now, you and I both know you?re not old enough to 
drink alcohol, and besides you?re going to need to remain sober for what 
lies ahead. Why don?t you try a nice root beer, instead.? The bartender 
said, pouring the young woman a glass of root beer. ?There, why don?t we 
start you off with that. By the way, my name is Tess.? The dark skinned 
angel said cheerfully, a bright smile
gracing her face.

...to be continued.:-)

By the way, The characters of Touched by an Angel aren't mine either.:) 
Boy, do I love to play with many pots or what?:-) On second thought, don't 
answer that.:-)

Shyfox: Queen of the crossovers.:-)



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