Buffy looked at herself in the mirror. She really didn’t know what to think anymore. Out of the blue, Angel had called her and told her she was going out with him. She hadn’t heard much from him in almost two years, just the occasional apocalypse warnings, etc. And one letter telling her how he really felt. The next time he had called she had deliberately kept it all business and avoided the subject of the letter, and he hadn’t pushed her. They still didn’t have a future after all. Old wounds were better left unopened, because the scar would last longer than the healing process she had gone through. Still, she wondered what she was doing, going out tonight. She turned and jumped about three feet in the air, her heart suddenly pounding in an old, familiar way, and a soft tingling beginning in her stomach.
Buffy: (breathless) Angel.
Angel: Didn’t mean to scare you. You look… nice. Glowy, or happy or some other emotion that I never really saw much from you.
Buffy: (choosing to ignore the last comment for fear of crying) It’s been awhile.
Angel: Two years, 3 months 17 days, 22 mins…
Buffy: And 54 seconds.
Angel: (smiling) And I thought that I was the only obsessive one.
Buffy blushes and the mood in the room suddenly becomes awkward as they both consider what he just said.
Angel: I didn’t mean to…
Buffy: I know. Neither did I. Nothing can come of that remember?
Angel: Too well. Ready to go?
Buffy: Sure. Where are we going?
Angel: Surprise.
>>Cut to a park bench lit with candles and spread with various types of picnic foods.
Angel: Open your eyes.
Buffy: Oh, God…
Angel: No, I don’t think he would have approved of this.
Buffy: Oh, I just meant…
Angel: I know what you meant, don’t worry about it. Sit down, eat, have your picnic with your ex-boyfriend in the dark. Obviously not every girls dream but it was the best I could do.
Buffy: (In a whisper while gazing at Angel) It’s beautiful. Perfect.
Angel: And the food is a plus. Sit. Eat.
They both sit in content for a while, eating most of the food that is spread out over the table.
Buffy: Hate to get to the not so perfect part, but why are you here? I mean, I haven’t seen you in all this time and now here you are, trying to give me a perfect day, the one I told you I dreamt of as a sophomore in high school. Is there another apocalypse? Because you could’ve just called.
Angel: Things don’t lighten up much around here do they? No to the apocalypse, and I had one of those days where you keep having a flashback to the same moment in time. Mine was when you told me about the picnic and I decided that the best way to get rid of it would be to give you that perfect moment.
Buffy: (looking broken-hearted) Oh.
Angel: Besides, I got to see you too. Cant say that that didnt make a difference.
Buffy’s expression changes from hurt to love again. She knows that she’s re-opening old wounds, but she cant help herself.
Buffy: Angel?
Angel: Yeah?
Buffy: Hold me?
Angel, despite his better instinct, slid round to sit near her. He was intentionally on the opposite side of the bench so something like this wouldn’t come up, but seeing the longing in her eyes brings a flood of tears to the brim of his. She never stopped loving him, not even when she hated him and certainly not now. He enveloped her in his arms and pretended not to hear the muffled sniff that she turned into a cough.
Buffy: I missed you. I missed this, us.
Angel: Yeah, I know what you mean.
Buffy: Are you going back to LA tonight?
Angel: I was going to, but I don’t have to. You want me to stay?
Buffy: (snuggling closer) mmm…
To Be Continued
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