Disclaimer ~ Same as before. Song & Lyrics = Melissa Etheridge
Timeline ~ Right, as in immediately, after I quit.
Spoilers ~ Anything and All Things. I love my brain, don't you?
Synopsis ~ Much more fun and fluffy fuzzy kitten feelings.
Distribution ~ Feedback to me first (You know, one might think I want to talk to people.) Lemme know the basics (you, addy, etc.)
Author's Notes ~ I really need to talk to people. Anyone. PLEASE
Feedback ~ You have my Address. The more you like my stories and tell, the more I post.
Rating ~ We're all B/A fans right? Don't get in trouble with mum/dad and blame me. PG/G

Angel absently picked up the phone. "Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless."

"How hopeless do I have to be to get some personal attention?" a low husky voice asked.

"Excuse me?" Angel looked at the receiver.

"I'm pretty hopeless in the dating department. Does that count?"

Angel raised an eyebrow. That voice sounded somewhat familiar. "Who is this?"

A low throaty laugh bounced along the line. "Turn on 96.5 fm and find out." The phone was then hung up.

Angel walked into the other office and turned on the radio. Cordelia looked up. "What's up?"

Angel ignored her for a moment as he tuned in the station. "Someone just called me. Told me to turn in the radio."

Cordelia looked at him in consternation. "Who was it?"

Angel shrugged.

"Did you pick up a stalker while I was at lunch?"

After getting no reply, Cordelia picked up the phone and pressed *69. Angel looked at her after she snorted.

"Payphone."

He nodded. "Yeah, I already did that." He turned up the volume. The announcer was introducing a request.

"Anywho, this is the night where I try to make naughty, lusty little dreams come true. Next up goes out to an Angel. His 'girl' wants to remind him what forever means. As it turns out, a bit of a separation has turned this normally mild gal into a wild killer. And if her voice indicates her looks, this man is a lunatic to let her out of his sight.

Now I am a fan of reuniting people to do the dirty. This little gal wants to let her man know that things are permanent and he knows where to find her. Just listen to the song, man. Her name is told afterward. Enjoy."

I know a place
Down past an old shack
On a road that goes to nowhere
Ain't nobody coming back

We can go there tonight
We can talk until dawn
Or maybe 'something' else
I'll leave the radio on
The radio on

There's no one to hear
You might as well scream
They never woke up
From the American dream

And they don't understand
What they don't see
They look through you
And they look through me

Oh you and I dancing slow
We got no where to go.

Angel exchanged a look with Cordelia. Her thoughts were written plainly on her face. She gave him a hard look and he ran from the office. His duster was slung on halfway down the stairs.

She smiled and whispered, "Congrats Buffy. You finally figured it out." She turned on her computer. "Took you long enough."

As the woman in the prison
Down by the old V.A.
Just my jeans and my t-shirt
And my blue chevrolet.

Angel turned onto the exit and pulled into traffic. He turned up the radio and sped up. He knew where he was going. He felt her calling like a siren.

It's a Saturday night
It feels like everything's wrong
I got some strawberry wine
I wanna get you alone
.get you alone.

Angel relished the wind whipping through his hair. His heart did pirouettes at the thought of seeing her. But how could she want to? His mind kept generating doubts that littered his thoughts.

How could she forgive him?.And what happened to Riley?

There's no one to hear
You might as well scream
They never woke up
From the American dream

And they don't understand
What they don't see
And they look through you
And the look past me

Angel marveled at the symmetry the lyrics had with his life. Buffy wasn't seen or recognized by the world, for putting her life on the line for the good of mankind. And he wasn't even supposed to exist.

Down by the muddy water
Of the mighty moat
In an old abandoned boxcar
Will I ever know?

Angel slowed as he found his exit. He kept mulling over in his head what he would say to her. He was sorry, for one thing. His demon spoke up for the fist time in months.

'How can you forgive her?'

< It's as simple of loving her. >

'You know.we could have her killed. Then your life would be easier.'

< No, it wouldn't be and you know it. >

'Yeah. You would end our life if she ever dies. I really hate her.'

< No you don't. Remember.in order to kill her you have to love her. And you would never allow anyone to take anything about her away from you. Especially her death >

'How do you figure?'

'Yeah, as a part of you. You're the one she kisses, loves. She loathes me.'

Angel grinned at Angelus' predicament. < You did kill her friends. >

'Hey! When did you stop blaming yourself?'

< Maybe she will forgive you someday. >

'You think so?'

< She fairly amazing. You never know. >

'You know, I am sorry about that crack I made about her bed talents. She was the best we ever had.'

< Yes. Yes she was. >

Angel pulled up to the graveyard, just as the announcer came back over.

"And that ladies and not-so-gentle men was from Buffy to Angel. She wants to say that she would greatly enjoy your company for the next few centuries or so. It seems the little lady was stood up by a date. Ouch! He'll be kicking himself for an eon or two. Anyway, Angel man. If you are listening, get your ass, which by the way ladies, Buffy says it is oh, so grabbable, over there and lay a liplock on her for all of us."

Angel walked over to the headstone were she stood. The skirt and shirt she wore used to and still made his blood boil in desire.

Buffy turned and smiled at him. He saw the leather jacket and gave her the half smile that made her knees get weak. "I hope you're not mad." She licked her lips, something Angel wanted very much to do.

"About the radio? No. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy." He pulled her into his arms, a very forward move for him. She tilted her head up and gazed at him.

"I." She broke off, reading the emotions in his chocolate brown eyes.

"Riley stood you up?" She nodded. He smiled, "I'm glad." He lowered his mouth and sealed hers.

Buffy pulled her arms around him and relished in the feel of his oh-so-perfect body against hers.

Dance with me Forever
This moment is divine
I'm so close to Heaven
This Hell is not mine.

"Now, maybe, Mr. Gordo will let me sleep." Angel laughed at her murmured comment.

"Let's go ask him."

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