Rating: If you watch the show you can read this.
Spoiler: Becoming part 2.
Summary: From Buffy's POV, an alternate ending to the end of Becoming,and it's not exactly happy.
Disclaimer: Buffy and Angel belong to the 'evil' Joss Whedon, the WB,etc. I own nothing.
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I never would have lowered my sword if it wasn't the tears in his eyes that made me do so. I knew that even as hard as he tried Angelus would never be able to shed a tear. That's when I knew it was my Angel. When his face clouded over with concern when he saw the cut on my arm, I had no more doubts.
Willow did this, I know she did. She restored his soul, I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay her. He didn't remember what happened, didn't remember what had been going on the past few months. When he does the pain and guilt will overwhelm him. I'll be there though. I'll be there to reassure him it wasn't his fault. I'll be there as he's been there for me.
All thoughts flew out of my mind as he drew me into his arms in a tight hug. I couldn't stop the tears from leaving my eyes. It has been to long and I closed my eyes to savor the moment.
The wound in my heart started to close up slowly; it started to heal now that I knew he was back, but it bursted open once again when I opened my eyes and saw the statues mouth open and the vortex begin to form. 'No, not now, please! I just got him back!" my mind screamed. I was so caught up in thoughts of having Angel back with me I completely forgot that Angelus had pulled the sword and inevitably the vortex opened and now needed to be closed. I would have to sacrifice Angel for the world.
He didn't deserve that; to be sacrificed for the world. Angelus did, this is all his fault. Not Angel's. Why won't fate ever let me be happy? Have I done something so wrong that I had to lose my love twice?
He drew away from me and looked into my eyes. He must've felt my body tense up, he always knew when something was wrong. When he asked me what was going on I told him not to worry about it. I didn't want him to know, didn't want to get into it. Not when I only had a few more minutes with him.
I brought my hand up to touch his face. I memorized every detail, I would never forget this face. I was being selfish. I brought my lips up to meet his and kissed him. It would be our last kiss, but as he returned it he didn't know that. I told him I loved him as the tears threatened to overflow again. When he told me he loved me too my heart sank even more, he was making this so hard.
He closed his eyes when I asked him to. He always had so much trust in me and so much faith that I would do the right thing. Please, God, let him forgive me. Let him know I never would have done what I'm about to do if it wasn't for the world. I drew my hand back and without hesitation I plunged my sword into his chest.
His eyes flashed open and he looked at me with a betrayed look in them. I couldn't stand it. If he had to suffer, I was going to suffer with him. When he called my name and reached out for me, I bid a silent goodbye to my friends and family and I reached out and grasped his hand tightly as the vortex closed around us both.
I saw the last glimpse of my world as it closed; my hand was still tightly wrapped in Angel's. We were in darkness, in Hell, but at least we were together.
The End
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