After the amazing ceremony and after Buffy had finally gotten Willow to stop crying they went out into the gardens for the photos. The church that they had chosen had some of the biggest and most elaborate gardens in the whole of L.A. So they were perfect for wedding photos.
“I hate photos,” Buffy hissed through her fake smile. All Angel could do was laugh at her. He knew how much she hated having her photo taken, so he just took her hand and whispered, “It’s all for a good cause, at least now if anything goes wrong we have something to remember the day by.” “You got that gut feeling to then huh?” she said as the photographer announced they were going to take a short break. “I’ve been trying to ignore it but…” Before he could finish his sentence faith popped her head between them and shook her head. “The day isn’t over yet and already you expect the worst, once a slayer always a slayer!” She laughed. After a stern talk with Faith they were convinced that what they were feeling was just an over reaction, and went back to their happy day. Beside the fact that she hated photos, the point that Xander managed to fall in the fishpond and get his expensive suit completely ruined was enough to make anyone laugh. So Xander had to drive Buffy, Angel and the bridesmaids back to the Hyperion in a soggy suit and then when everyone else started filing into dinner he had to go to the bathroom and dry himself off.
After everyone had eaten heartily and Xander had returned to the wedding party, in a change of clothes having given up on drying his suit it was time for the traditional after dinner wedding speeches. Gunn gave his speech as best man. But seeing as I can’t write speeches I wont write what he said. Willow gave her speech as maid of honour, then due to much pestering from Xander the bride and groom stood up and formally said that they were not going to give a speech and if Xander continued to bug them he wouldn’t get any cake. Which very quickly shut him up. Seeing how much time he and Andrew had spent on the cake, he did want to see what it tasted like, as Andrew wouldn’t let him taste it while they were making it.
A sudden scraping noise made the whole room jump until they realised that it was only the waiter pulling back the doors to the dance hall. Faith then stood up tapping her champagne glass, “I’ve always wanted to do that…anyway…seeing as we have all done the boring, sitting and being polite and courteous bit, it’s time to loosen up a bit and PARTY!” The D.J started the music and everyone got up and started dancing. After the first song had finished playing everything went quiet and the D.J announced it was time for the bride and grooms first dance.
Willow had told them that she would choose the song so they had no idea what it was that they were going to dance to but they went and took their positions on the dance floor none the less. Then th beginning chords of the song stared and Buffy smiled. It was the song that they had danced to all those years ago at prom. Angel lifted her chin so she was looking him straight in the eye and gave her his lopsided grin that made her go weak at the knees, “Happy?” he asked her smiling properly now. She nodded happily and kissed him lightly. Then the doors to the hotel opened and everything paused. And I mean everything, everyone apart from Faith Buffy Angel Willow Giles and Xander were frozen. Buffy and Angel turned to Faith and said in unison, “I told you so” Buffy’s heart sank as she turned towards the door and saw who was standing there.
The counsel. Quentin Travers was standing in the doorway looking as stubborn and…English as ever. Buffy looked at Giles, he looked panicked and that made Buffy feel very uneasy, ‘This must be bad if Giles is worrying, but if he knew something he would tell me…right?’ she thought and that sick feeling returned in the pit of her stomach. Angel slipped up behind her and put his hands protectively around her waist. Quentin gave him the most disgusted look, which only made him wrap his hands around her tighter, before Quentin turned back and looked at Buffy directly in the eye. “What? What could I possibly have done wrong this time?” she asked clearly unamused by the way they had just shown up. Quentin just ran hi hand through his hair that actually hardly existed anymore and then Buffy realised something, “Your…Your supposed to be dead. Why aren’t you dead?” Quentin just sighed and began to explain. “After you destroyed the hell mouth we were brought back to assign you to a new destination. You will report to a small town on thw south east coast of England. A place called Folkestone. Now due to the fact that if you just arrived as yourself you would be recognised, your appearance will be changed. And you shall assume a whole new life. You are not to tell anyone of your true appearance, and everything will play out exactly how it has done here”
His explanation came to a rather short end and left Buffy astounded. But not for long. “So I have to go…to England and have a whole new life and appearance so that I can fight a fight that half the people there probably know about anyway?” She said beginning to get annoyed. “This is the problem. You have to do all this without the residents knowing what is going on. That is why Willow over there…” he gestured to Willow, “Will create a barrier glamour so that no one can see the evil or what any of you look like, so to each other you will look the same as you so now but to everyone else you will not.” “So how far back will things will go, I mean you said things will play out exactly how they did here but play out from where?” At this question Quentin hesitated. “The events will reply themselves from the moment you arrive, the flight has you arriving tomorrow which is the twelfth of April. So they will replay from the year of your…um…” he hesitated then Buffy understood why. “My birthday, they will replay from the year of my seventeenth birthday!”
Tears slowly filled her eyes as she turned to face Angel who was also on the verge of crying. “No one else will remember Miss Summers, you and you alone will know the events that will come, and only you can stop them. But you also along with these problems have the new threat of the new hell mouth to deal with.” Buffy thought like hitting him. Badly. Visions of extreme violence flashed through her brain that was otherwise numb. “Do I have a choice?” she asked even though she already knew the answer. “No, this is the decision of the counsel!”
Buffy had never cried this much, never had she felt so alone and empty. On the way to the airport she had just sat there in the car with Angel and savoured the last few minutes of time she would have with him as human. She rested her head on his chest and listened to the heartbeat, and sobbed. Angel looked down at her. He had never seen her so sad. “What is it?” she looked up at him tearful. “I’ll miss that sound, your heartbeat” she said. “No there’s something else what is it?” she hated that he knew her so well, so if he did know her that well what was the point of lying to him now? “I don’t want to kill you again., I cant. I won’t there has to be another way” Angel just kissed the top of her head and laid her head back down on her chest. As she lay there she looked at the analogue clock on the car dash board. It read 0:00 just as it turned to 0:01 there was a bright flash and when Buffy opened her eyes she was in a nicely furnished room and she deduced that this was her new life. “Flight my ass!” she mumbled as she climbed into bed. Noting that Angel was asleep on the floor right by her.
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