Alrighty then, here is a very short sequel to Wild Honey because all of you loyal feedbackers asked for one (and reminded me that there were a few unresolved issues -this is as resolved as I'm going to write them, you can work them out to suit your own fancies). Thank you to those people who sent me feedback and this was written for them because I had time yesterday morning before I wrote my paper and went to Bon Jovi.
DISCLAIMER: I am not Joss. Nor am I U2 ("Walk On" is also off "All That You Can't Leave Behind" which is an awesome album).
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Sequel and aftermath to Wild Honey which you really have to read first or you'll just be goin' "Huh?"
SPOILERS: Not a one. It is an AU fic.
DISTRIBUTION: If you already have my okay, run with it, if you don't and want it, ask and I'll say yes.
DEDICATION: My loyal W.H. feedbackers
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This will be the end of this story because I am short on time and everything changes this week.
FEEDBACK: Oh, yeah.

Her hand was poised and ready to knock. Her father's apartment, she hadn't talked to him since she'd been in L.A. Which was good because she didn't know if she could contain herself. He'd taken Angel away from her. Finally, she knocked and waited, listening to his approaching footsteps. He swung the door opened, surprised to see her there.

"Buffy?" he exclaimed as he motioned for his daughter inside.

"Dad," she replied quietly.

"What are you doing here? Are you okay? Did something happen?" he asked, suddenly very worried that something was wrong with her still recovering body.

"Yeah, dad something did happen," she answered quietly, "I went to donate Angel's painting."

"Oh, honey, how did that go? Was it hard?"

"Saying goodbye to Angel will always be hard. And you put me through it at a time when I needed him the most," she replied bitterly.

"Excuse me?"

"I know that Angel's not dead, dad. I know what you told him in the hospital that day. I know that you lied to me," she answered.

He took this in, shock registering on his face. "Buffy... I'm... How?"

"The gallery I took it to is owned by him. I wanted to donate Angel's painting to his gallery. Sorta ironic, don't you think?" she spat.

"A little," he laughed nervously.

"Why? Why did you do that to me?" Her father closed his eyes and shook his head.

"I don't know, Buffy. I really don't know. At the time, it just felt like the thing to do. Not necessarily right, I admit, but I couldn't handle looking at him, knowing that he'd done that to you," he answered quietly.

"No, dad. Some drunk teenager did that to me. Angel probably kept me alive."

"I'm sorry, Buffy. I am, but I don't regret doing it because I would probably do it again," he said, his face growing hard.

"Then I'm sorry for doing this, but I won't ever regret it. Goodbye, dad. I don't want you in my life. My life with Angel," she said sadly.

"No, Buffy, you can't mean that. I'm your father," he replied hurriedly.

"I can't live without him, dad. And you took him away. It's unforgivable," she answered, opening the door quietly, "I can live without you."

* * * * *

"How did it go?" Angel asked as soon as she came into their hotel room.

"Bad. He blames you for the accident," she replied. His head dropped in sadness and guilt. "But I don't, Angel. I don't blame you. I never did."

"How can you not?" he asked sadly.

"You weren't the drunk kid who hit us," she answered. She moved to him, taking his hands in hers. "It wasn't you, Angel. Forget what he said. I've never blamed you."

"But it's always there. I hurt you," he whispered.

"No. You saved me. Every time it hurt too much, every time I just wanted to die because it was too painful, I thought of you. What you would've wanted me to do. You saved me, Angel. You saved me. Now it's time to walk on. Together."

* * * * *

"Hello, Buffy," Giles said, happy to see her.

"Hey Giles. How are you?"

"Doing well. How are you?"

"Angel's not dead. My father lied to me," she answered. Shock registered on his face for a moment before he spoke again.

"How did you find this out?" he asked. She laughed bitterly before telling him the story.

"I told him I don't want him in my life," she said as she finished the story.

"Why?"

"Because it hurts to look at him because he did this to me," she whispered.

"Perhaps this is what it felt like for him," Giles said quietly after a few moments. Buffy looked up at him.

"I just can't right now. It's...."

"And no one is asking you to, Buffy. This is about your mental health, but one day, you might want to make peace."

* * * * *

She walked slowly back to the hotel, thinking about everything Giles had told her. She didn't need peace with her father right now, but one day she might. He'd also asked her about what was happening with Angel, if she was happy. She was.

When she opened the door she called out for him, but realized he wasn't there as she saw the note on the table. He'd gone out for a walk. She moved to the phone, unsure if she wanted to do this, but picked it up anyway and dialed her father's number. As the machine picked up, she was grateful so that she could just tell him what she needed to.

"Hi, dad.... Right now, I can't forgive you and I probably won't be able to for a long time, but one day I think I will be. It's time for me and Angel now, but I'll let you know when I might be willing to try and until then, goodbye."

* * * * *

When he got back to the hotel, there was note from Buffy, asking him to meet her somewhere, that she had left instructions with the concierge on where to have the cab send him. He went out the door immediately and took the elevator down.

"I'm looking for the concierge," he asked.

"Mr. Angelus?"

"Yeah," he answered.

"Right away, then. I just need your key. Sign this and you'll be on your way."

"We're checking out?"

"Yes, sir. The lady arranged it all," he answered. Angel looked at him, confused, but handed his key over and signed the form. The concierge took it and whistled for a bell boy. "She also asked me to give you this." He handed him a large envelope with a boarding pass and a note in it.

"Walk on," she had written.

"Take Mr. Angelus outside to and tell George to get him a cab to JFK." The bell boy nodded and led Angel outside.

* * * * *

He moved through the airport, looking for his gate, watching for Buffy. He found the gate, but she wasn't there.

"Hi," she said from behind him.

"Hi," he replied.

You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has ever been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will fly, only fly for freedom

"Come on, Angel. It's time to go home," she said, picking up her suitcase and taking his hand. He smiled and took the bag from her, squeezing her hand as they moved forward to the gate.

"Walk on, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah. Together, this time," she replied.

Walk on, walk on
What you've got they can't deny it
Can't sell it, can't buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight

Okay, this is what I call a "One Fine Day" ending like in the movie where it just ends without ever telling you exactly what happens between the characters, you just end their story for them from there. End this story how you want it to, end it how you think it should be ended so you'll be happy. And please tell me what you think of what I did write so that I know that I'm just not wasting my time. :)

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