Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Interludes in Sins of the Daughter, finally…Buffy and Angel’s wedding day has arrived…
Spoilers: Sins of the Daughter, All seasons of Buffy to an extent, heavily AU.
Content: Buffy/Lex implied, Buffy/Angel implied, BtVS/Smallville crossover.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Mutant Enemy Productions, Warner Brothers company, Tollin/Robbins Productions or any of the other creative minds behind Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Smallville. All songs contained within are property of the artists listed. Which means, duh, that I’m just an unpaid fan.
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Note: Lyrics are ‘Everything’ by Lifehouse…sniffle…

Sunnydale, CA 2002

From the instant that Buffy woke that morning, she could feel the absence of the man she loved like the pain of loosing a limb. He had kissed her goodnight last night before she headed off home and he went to Spike’s crypt. She almost had to smile about how funny he was with tradition, except for the fact that she didn’t think that she’d ever been gone from him for a whole night in a very long time now.

He’d been insistent on following every wedding tradition that he could find after a week of researching the topic. And though it was far too late for the most plausible one of waiting for intimate relations until after the wedding, he’d tried to abstain from… ‘defiling her’ was the term he’d used most frequently… until after the ceremony. Which meant one whole week of not making love, and it was about to kill her. She was horny as hell, and missing him greatly.

She had however, enjoyed his assistance in planning the event. The wedding world was overflowing with thousands of different flower arrangements, dozens of different cakes and dresses. She was overwhelmed with the vast array of decisions there were to make, and grateful for his artistic and loving input. The only thing he refused to help her with was the selection of both bridal and bridesmaid dresses. He claimed that it was bad luck for him to see them, and that he wanted all of the good karma they could muster on their side. It had made her face split into a wide smile, and then she’d kissed him.

//find me here
speak to me
i want to feel you
i need to hear you//

She ached for her mother’s help with this matter. There were so many uncertainties involved, and Joyce’s advice was something that she wished were there. She might not have always gotten along with her mother, but she loved her dearly, and the weight of her absence was suffocating.

Tara had been gracious, and understanding, and in her own way had stepped in to help fill the role. Willow, as maid of honor, also helped with larger decisions about dresses, and honeymoon attire. She admired her friends and the way that they had risen up to the occasion and laid all grudges aside for the time being. Xander was making an effort to be civil to Angel, and that was more than she could have ever asked for.

//you are the light
that is leading me
to the place where
i find peace again//

Her father had refused to come and see his daughter marry a man that had no social standing, a man that he did not know, and in thus was not available to give her away. Buffy’d had no trouble turning right around to Giles and asking the man who was more of a father to her than her biological one had ever been. He, of course, was unconcerned with Angel’s financial status, and though he had reservations about the marriage of a vampire and a Slayer, had happily agreed to walk her down the isle.

Buffy sighed happily, thinking about the actual meaning of this day. She would loose the Luthor name forever into her past and become someone that she actually wanted to be. She was going to be Angel’s wife in the eyes of God and the law. Of course, she realized that they’d been technically married since her seventeenth birthday, but as far as she figured, this one was far more important because her family was going to be there, what little family mattered anyway.

She smiled as she pulled on her clothes and prepared for her big day. Everything was going to be perfect…

//you are the strength
that keeps me walking
you are the hope
that keeps me trusting//

Angel, on the other hand, had not slept a wink last night. He missed the weight of a small body curled up next to him so much that his body ached without her. For hours, he’d lain awake on the cot he’d brought to Spike’s crypt and imagined what their life was going to be like from here on out.

There would be a few major changes, of course, but a great many things would be staying the same, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Of course, they would now be wed in name as well as in spirit, with witnesses and a priest and everything. There was nothing more than he’d ever wanted than to be married to Buffy and have a family with her. Today, they would be starting in on the married part, the family would eventually follow, no matter the steps they had to undergo to make it happen.

While Spike was vocally against his sire marrying a Slayer, he had agreed to act as Angel’s best man, being the only one among the group that he’d known the longest and shared the most with over the decades. Buffy had initially been against having him at the wedding, let alone in the wedding party, but she had eventually seen the practicality of the idea. Xander hated Angel, and Giles was doing something else. That didn’t leave that many more choices for her husband to be. And Spike wasn’t all that bad when he wasn’t trying to be obnoxious.

//you are the life to my soul
you are my purpose
you are everything//

He had been big on tradition through out the whole planning process, and was grateful that everyone seemed to go along with his suggestions for the most part. It wasn’t that he wanted to take control away from Buffy, it was just that he was frightfully nervous that everything would be rejected because of one flaw. And she had gone along with him, smiling the whole time. His only rule that she seemed to object to was his promise of no intimacy until their honeymoon. That, she hated, loudly.

Angel could hear Spike beginning to move around, and decided that it was probably time to get things together so they could go to the church and get ready. He was lucky that they’d checked the building out before the ceremony, and he knew just how much he would be bothered by the holy objects in each part of the rooms they would be in. Spike had come along as well to test things, and finally they’d found one that worked for both vampires and Buffy as well.

//and how can i
stand here with you
and not be moved by you//

Buffy moved into the room on auto pilot. She had tried to do this with all of her emotions in tact, and she had nearly dissolved into tears of joy halfway down the isle. Her gown was a creamy white, spaghetti straps and a long flowing train of silk and lace that followed her by four feet. The veil was a soft, antique lace, and her hair was strung with seed pearls. Around her neck was something that she’d found in her mother’s safe, an old pearl necklace that she’d worn on her own wedding day.

Dawn smiled at her from the row of bridesmaids, and Buffy drew courage from her. She could see Angel standing up at the alter, devastatingly handsome in his James Bond style tuxedo. Spike stood at his side, managing to look cockney and outrageous in the finest of formal wear that Sunnydale had to offer. Giles kissed her cheek as they arrived, and she repeated the gesture in return before he handed her over to Angel. The two men shared a look of understanding, and then the older man sat down next to Tara and Anya, who hadn’t really wanted to be a part of the ceremony.

She couldn’t really hear the words that the minister was speaking, but understood the significance. Staring into Angel’s eyes, she realized how happy she was to be standing here, tying herself to him for the rest of their lives. He would almost surely out live her, but she knew that he wouldn’t easily forget her.

//would you tell me
how could it be
any better than this//

Angel had been breathless from the moment that he’d seen his beloved appear at the back of the church. She was, as always, one of the most beautiful, graceful creatures that he’d ever seen on this earth. The whole church seemed to melt away, and all that was left was the two of them. This, right here and now, was all he’d wanted from this life for years. He was standing here at the alter to God, wedding his beloved.

More than two centuries had passed since he’d contemplated the holy vows of matrimony. As a human, he had only flirted with the idea, preparing to sacrifice himself on the alter of debauchery in order to gain more land for his father’s holdings. As a vampire, he really hadn’t given it much thought because, well his aversion to holy things had to be a large part of it. Another thought was that he was unworthy of such a long honored vow.

//you calm the storms
you give me rest
you hold me in your hands
you won't let me fall//

And then it all came rushing back to them both, a loud wash of applause and cheers as the minister allowed them their small kiss at his announcement that they were now one union of souls. Their lips touched, and tears mingled on their cheeks. This was what they had wanted; this was what all of the pain that they had endured had been for. This was their moment, and nothing could ever ruin it.

//you still my heart
and you take my breath away
would you take me in
would you take me deeper now//

There was only the smallest of receptions before they were rushed off to the airport to catch their private plane. A honeymoon in Ireland called to them, and Buffy was happy that Angel was willing to share this part of his past with her. That he trusted her with some of the most painful moments in his life. At least from his soul’s point of view. Angelus had other ideas on that matter. But she didn’t care, Angelus didn’t belong in any part of her new world, and she wouldn’t allow him to torment her any longer.

As they drove away from the church, she could hear the bells ringing in the clock tower,

//'cause you're all i want
you are all i need
you are everything
everything//

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