Title: Christmas Worries (#5 in my “Happy Endings
Series”) Author: Jada Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except what I make
Joss’ characters do. Rating: PG 13 (?) Spoilers: The whole B/A cannon to be on the safe
side Summary: Buffy and Angel celebrate Christmas with
their family when a unexpected surprise occurs. Author’s Notes:
Okay, this fic takes place a month after the last one, “Sharing Secrets
With Mixed Reactions.” Now, a
lot has happened in this month, so much that I should probably write another
fic in between this one and the last. I really don’t want to do that because it
would probably be a lot of dialogue and none of it would be all that cheerful.
So, I’ll just tell you what happened. A “Hush” like episode happened, only with
Angel being there and no B/R kissage (Ew!). Riley knows that Buffy is the
Slayer, but he doesn’t know that Angel used to be a vampire. So, he has a
problem with Angel because he is still jealous. Hank has kept in touch with
Buffy and has found out about her being the Slayer also. Hank doesn’t know that
Angel used to be a vampire either. After moving back to Sunnydale, Angel bought
the Bronze and is turning it into the only safe place for people to be without
vamps. He has all these anti-vamp booby traps installed in the club. He also
gave Xander a job as manager of the club and is letting Xander stay in a little
apartment in the back of the Bronze. I may,
someday, write the fic that I have just explained, but that is a rather big ‘maybe.’
It would probably depend on the number of people that wanted it and the amount
of time that I have to write. Author’s Note 2: For those of you who are going to
ask, yes, I know that Angel isn’t really 240, but that is just Joyce’s guess. Author’s Note 3: Okay, Spike is not in this fic, not
because I don’t like his character, but because he really doesn’t fit and,
truth be told, I really can’t write his character. Author’s Note 4: Sorry for such a pathetic fight
scene. I’m not good at writing action. Dedication: I would like to dedicate this fic to
Keke, tigerwolf, me, and especially, to Diana Rose, who sent me the nicest
review that I have ever received. Thanks guys, for all your words of
encouragement. Feedback: Yes, please:) *********************************************************************** “What
time is it?” Buffy Summers asked her boyfriend. “Five
minutes later than the last time you asked,” Angel responded. “I’m
being crazy, aren’t I?” “I don’t
know. “Crazy” might be a bit strong-” “Actually,
I think it fits perfectly,” Joyce cut in. “I just
want everything to be perfect,” Buffy said, stealing a piece of carrot, just as
Angel chopped it. With a playful glare at his girlfriend, Angel continued to
chop. Buffy,
Angel and Joyce were in the Summers’ kitchen. Angel had offered to cook, giving
Joyce a Christmas off cooking duty, for a change. Joyce had agreed to turn over
the cooking reins once she had heard the glowing reviews that Buffy had for the
ex-vampire’s cooking abilities, no matter how biased they were. Buffy
was sitting on one of the kitchen stools and occasionally stealing food from
Angel’s chopping board. Joyce was getting the silverware and dishes out of the
boxes that they were usually kept in until Christmas. All three were awaiting
the arrival of Hank and the Scooby Gang. “Buffy,
I don’t know why you’re so worried about this. It’s not as if you father has never spent Christmas with us before,”
Joyce said, as she set out the holiday plates. “Mom, I know that Dad has spent Christmas with
us before. But you were married then, and my friends weren’t coming over, and
Angel wasn’t here, like spending the night here.” “But,
your father likes me, doesn’t he?” Angel asked, looking up from his chopping. “Chill,
Honey, he likes you. At least in theory. I mean, he’s never really slept in the
same house with the both of us, while we were sleeping in the same bed,” Joyce
sent Buffy a look. “Not that we’re going to be doing anything, at all, that
would be considered bad while in this house. Because that would be bad and
wrong, and did I mention bad?” Joyce shook her head in mock defeat. “It’s just
that idea that we do, do things, when we’re not in this house that my father
might have a problem with.” “But I
thought we had all of that cleared up already. I mean, he knows that we . . .
do stuff,” Angel said, censoring the last part of his sentence, for Joyce’s
benefit. “Honey,
I know that, but my father really hasn’t had to have it right in front of his
face, yet. Not to mention the fact that he and my mom have to go three whole
days without killing each other.” “As long
as he doesn’t provoke me, we’ll be okay,” Joyce said. Just
then, the doorbell rang and Buffy jumped off of the stool that she had been
sitting on, and raced for the door. “World
War III, round one,” Joyce muttered under her breath, but Angel heard her and
stifled a laugh. “Oh, you might think that this is funny now, but you just
watch,” Joyce said, as she started to walk to the door to greet her ex-husband. As Joyce
walked into the foyer, she say Buffy and Hank hugging. “Hello,
Hank,” Joyce said politely. “Joyce,
you look good. How are you?” Hank responded, in that same polite manner. “Can’t
complain. The gallery is doing great, Buffy is doing great, all in all, life’s
pretty good.” “That’s
nice.” “Why don’t
you go and say ‘hi’ to Angel, Dad?” Buffy suggested, ushering her father into
the kitchen. Thanks, Joyce mouthed to Buffy. As the
trio entered the kitchen, Angel looked up from what he was chopping, which was
now celery, and said “Hello,” to his girlfriend’s father. “So, I
see that they’re conned you into doing the cooking, now,” Hank commented. “Actually,
I offered,” Angel said. “What in the world possessed you to do
that?” Hank asked. “I just
didn’t think that it was fair for Joyce to have to do all the cooking for all
of those people.” “And I
think that’s very considerate of him,” Joyce said. “Besides,
Angel’s a great cook, Dad,” Buffy added. “Great, ‘cause
I’m starving,” Hank said. There
was an uncomfortable silence. “So
Angel, how are things working out with that club of yours?” Hank asked. “Well,
we finished the remodeling last week and I plan to hold the grand re-opening on
New Years Eve.” “How’s
the profit margin?” “ Pretty
good, considering the mortality rate of this town.” “Yeah,
there’s that.” “Could
we talk about something other than work, please? It is Christmas, after all,”
Joyce said. “Well,
what did you have in mind?” Hank asked. “I don’t
have anything in mind, per se. I just don’t think it’s right to be spending
Christmas Eve talking about work.” Before
Hank could respond to that, Buffy blurted out, “Angel and I are thinking of
going out of town during Spring Break!” “Where
are you thinking of going?” Joyce asked, this being the first time she’d heard
about said trip. “We don’t
know. Just . . . somewhere . . . that’s not here.” Buffy finished, rather
lamely. “That’s
nice,” Hank said. Another
uncomfortable silence. “Buffy,
why don’t you show your father to the guest room,” Joyce suggested. “Sure.
Right this way, Dad,” Buffy said, leading her father toward the stairs. As soon
as Hank was out of hearing range, Angel said to Joyce, “So, World War III, huh?” “At
least.” Joyce responded with a sigh. “Buffy’s
been worried about this since it was planned. I mean, having all of these
people here, together, people that don’t necessarily know will get along all
that well. She’s been afraid that there would be a lot of bickering. I’ve tried
to reassure her, but I don’t know how wise that was.” “I guess
we can only hope for the best,” Joyce said “You
know, right now, I’m almost glad that Cordelia and Doyle couldn’t make it. As
much as I would like to see them, Xander and Cordy would probably kill each
other, and their constant squabbling is something that I don’t want to add to
the list of things that Buffy is worrying about.” After
Angel spoke that last sentence, Joyce got this soft smile on her face. “What?”
Angel asked. “You
really love her, don’t you?” She asked. “What
can I say, she’s everything that I always knew that I always wanted, and then
some.” “Really?
I mean, I’d be lying if I said that I knew why you fell in love with Buffy, not
that there is any reason why anyone shouldn’t love her. She’s a wonderful
person. I just never understood your
reason. I mean, you’re, what, two-hundred and forty? Why would you be
interested in a sixteen year old, if it was more than just a physical
attraction? What could you, in all your experience and worldly knowledge, find
in a teenager that you couldn’t find in someone older?” “Joyce,
I would love to answer that question for you, and for Buffy, in those times
that she asks, but I can’t really put it into words. I fell in love with her
for so many reasons, it would take me a lifetime to name them, and I still
wouldn’t get to them all. But I can tell you this, she’s the only person that I
have ever been in love with, she’s the only person that I’ve ever wanted to be in love with. I never
thought that I’d be able to say that. That’s probably another reason why I love
her.” “Maybe
it doesn’t matter why, as long as you do,” Joyce said. “Maybe.” The
door bell sounded and Joyce went to answer it. She pulled back the door to
reveal Giles, Willow, Xander, and Anya. “Merry
Christmas!” Anya said, holding out a bag of wrapped gifts. “Merry
Christmas and Happy Chanukah,” Joyce
responded. “Thank
you!” Willow said to Joyce. “You
see, Ahn, Chanukah is just as important as Christmas,” Xander told his
girlfriend. “Yeah, ‘cause
not everybody worships Santa,” Buffy added,
walking down the stairs, with Hank close behind. “Good
Lord, you do have them trained, Willow,” Giles told the red head. “I try,”
She responded. “Please,
all of you, come in,” Joyce invited. As they
entered, they deposited their gifts under the Christmas tree, or as Willow
likes to refer to it as, the Chanukah bush. “So,
where’s the Boss-man?” Xander asked, referring to Angel. “Boss-man” was his new
nickname for the ex-vampire. “In the
kitchen,” Buffy responded. “Yeah,
he’s cooking,” Hank added, still not believing that Angel would volunteer for
such a task. “Angel’s
cooking?” Willow asked. “Yes,”
Buffy replied, happily. “Is that
a good thing?” Giles asked “That’s
what I’ve been wondering, . . . um?”Hank trailed off. “Oh,
sorry. I forgot that you two haven’t met before. Dad, this is Rupert Giles, he
used to be my Watcher, I told you about him, remember?” When her father nodded,
Buffy continued on. “And Giles, this it my father, Hank Summers.” “Yes, of
course. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Giles said, extending his
hand. “The
pleasure’s mine,” Hand responded, grasping Giles’ hand. When
both men had released each other’s hand, Buffy said, “And to answer both of
your questions, Angel is a great cook.” “So, you’ve
said.” Hank told his daughter. “Angel
is a good cook, and by the way he looks, I’m guessing in more than in the
kitchen,” Anya said, in her usual blunt manner. To try
to smooth out the ripple that Anya had made in the comfort level, Buffy said, “Dad,
this is Anya. She thinks it, therefore she says it.” “I do
not! Do I, Xander?” “Um,
well, that’s part of your charm, Ahn,” Xander replied. Nice save, Willow mouthed to Buffy.
Buffy just smiled. Soon, dinner was served and all concerns about Angel’s
cooking abilities were put to rest. After
dinner Buffy and Angel prepared to leave to go on patrol. “Buffy,
do you really have to go. I mean, you told me earlier that you haven’t been
feeling all the great lately and it is
Christmas and your friends are here and
your father,” Joyce said. “Mom,
the vampires don’t really care how well I feel, even if I am feeling better,
nor do they care if it’s Christmas or not. They’re not big into religion, if
you know what I mean,” Buffy said. “We’ll
try to be back as soon as possible,” Angel promised. “Okay,
go, but be careful,” Joyce said. “And
take care of her, Angel,” Hank said, coming into the foyer where everyone else
was. “Dad, I’m
the Slayer. Shouldn’t you be telling me to take care of him?” Buffy asked. “Just
take care of each other,” Hank amended, kissing Buffy in the forehead. “We
will,” Buffy said, grabbing Angel’s hand and near dragging him out of the door. Buffy
and Angel were walking through Restfield, patrolling, holding hands, talking,
and sneaking the occasional kiss. But right now, Buffy was in a talking mood. “Don’t
get me wrong, I love both of my parents, but sometimes they drive me insane,”
Buffy said. “I think that’s sort of in their job description.” “Buffy,
they just love you,” Angel responded, giving her hand a squeeze. “I know,
but do you know how much I would love
to go back to that wonderful apartment of yours and just lock ourselves in,
turn off the phone, and not come out until the new year?” Buffy whispered,
pulling Angel flush up against her. “Oh, I
have some idea,” Angel said, leaning
down to kiss her. Buffy
and Angel were so caught up in each other that they didn’t notice the ten
vampires creeping up on them, until it was too late. “You
just (kick) can’t give (punch) us one moment (kick) to ourselves,” Buffy said,
as she staked a vampire. Angel
was just as busy with the vampires he was fighting. Buffy was exhausted as she
dusted the third to last. She turned around, and was thrown into a tree trunk
by one of the two remaining vampires. “Buffy!”
Angel shouted, as he dusted the last two and ran over to his girlfriend. She
was unconscious and had a pretty nasty bump on her head. Angel scooped her up
into his arms, and dashed her to the hospital. Buffy
woke up on the way to the hospital, but Angel made her go in and get checked
out anyway. Buffy and Angel were sitting in one of those cold hospital cubicles
when a woman of about thirty, walked in the sort of room. “Buffy
Summers?” the woman asked. “That’s
me. Look, it’s nothing personal, but I really want to go, so could we just skip
this whole thing and I can go home before anyone starts to worry,” Buffy said,
trying to get off of the gurney. Angel
held her back and said, “Buffy, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” “But my
friends are over and my parents-” “Can
wait,” Angel cut in. “Buffy, I think that everyone would rather us be a little
late if we know that you’re okay.” “So, are
you ready to start?”the doctor asked. “Yeah,”
Buffy said. “Okay, I’m
Doctor Monroe. I understand that you want to get out of here and back to your
family, and believe me, I understand.
So, lets get this done with and get you on your way, okay?” “Okay.” After
Dr. Monroe checked her out, Buffy got out of that horrid paper gown and back
into her normal clothes. Buffy
was just waiting for the results of her blood test when Dr. Monroe came back
into the room. “So, am
I free to go?” Buffy asked. “Not
quite. Ms. Summers, we found something in the results of your blood test,” “What?”
Angel asked, the faintest feeling of dread, slowly growing in the pit of his
stomach. “Um,
would you ming stepping out of the room, sir” “Anything
you have to say to me, you can say in front of Angel.” Buffy said. “Okay.” “Am I
dying?” Buffy blurted out. “Oh,
Heavens no, nothing that serous,” Dr. Monroe said. “So,
what is it, what’s wrong with Buffy?” To Be Continued . . . ********************************************************************** I know,
I know, I’m horrible. But I am also stuck. For most of you reading this, it’s
probably blatantly obvious where I am going with this, but truth be told, I
really don’t know where I’m going with this. You see, I have two ideas. In one,
Buffy is pregnant, in the other, she’s not. I have ideas for story arcs leading
into the next season for both possibilities, but I don’t know which way to go.
So, tell me what you think. Should Buffy be pregnant or should this ‘thing’ be
just a virus? E-mail me with your response and tell me why you think it at I will be taking suggestions up till June 1,
2002. That is the cut off date. At that date, I will tally the votes and write
my next fic. In the meantime, this series will be put on hold, unless I decide
to write that missing month. Thanks, Jada:D |