Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Joss, unfortunately. If they were mine…*g*
Spoilers: Everything…but just for the purpose of this fic, Angel doesn’t know that Buffy was in Heaven.
Rating: Nothing bad. Some foul language, but that’s all
Summary: Buffy needs Angel, Angel needs Buffy
Author’s Notes: This is purely a therapy fic. I just saw the Angel episode “The House Always Wins,” and the trailer for the next episode made me go running to my computer to write this. Excuuuuuuuse me?!?! Angel needs Cordelia?!?!? I knew Joss was on drugs—come on, he has to be!--but this time he’s crossed the line. so this is pure fluffy therapy. It’s a CWC fic.
Dedication: To all the B/A Shippers—the world will be right again, someday. It has to be!
Feedback: Please please please. This is my first fic…I’m kinda nervous. Jcd814@att.net

“Godammit Angel, *I* need you!” Buffy gripped the phone in one hand, and Mr. Pointy in the other. Thank god for cell phones. She dusted two vamps as she listened to Angel’s response.

“Buffy, I need you too, but…”

Buffy cut him off. “But my ass! Sorry about the pun. There are lost souls here, too! Mine in particular. I was in Heaven, Angel. The closest thing I’ve ever had to happiness since. You. Left. Me.” She punctuated the last for words with her stake through a vampire’s heart.

“You…what?” Angel was stunned. Her friends had ripped her out of *heaven*?!? Of course she’d been in heaven, her soul was way too good, too pure, to go to Hell. He put the phone back up to his mouth. “I’m on my way.”

*****

Two hours later, Buffy sat on her couch, smoothing and re-smoothing her skirt. She glanced out the window to an empty street for what seemed like the millionth time. She was just so damn tired. She slowly walked over to the closed and pulled out Angel’s leather jacket. ‘I think this qualifies as an emotional crisis,’ she thought. She wrapped herself in his jacket and his smell, and curled on in a ball on the couch. She was asleep in a heartbeat.

Angel walked into her house about a half-hour later. He saw her curled up, in his leather jacket, and his heart melted. Whatever argument he had for why they couldn’t be together just flew out his mind. He walked over to the couch, and sat down next to Buffy. He picked her up and placed her on his lap. She shifted into a more comfortable position, her head resting on his shoulder, and her arm about his waist, all the while not waking up. They were both asleep, still wrapped together—a perfect fit—when Willow walked in in the morning.

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