Title: Enigmatic
Summary: Post NFA B/A
AN: Written for <lj user=moviequotemini>
the quote was “I’m not
enigmatic” from The Missing
Postman.
Infuriating, she thought.
That’s the exactly right
word for him. She whirled on
her heel, eyes blazing. “I
am not enigmatic! Everyone
but you gets me, Angel!” she
spat.
Angel took a step back.
“Buffy, I-you said you were
cookie dough…I-you thought I
was evil again…you were
dating The Immortal…what was
I supposed to think?”
Buffy stared at him a moment
before shaking her head and
turning back toward the
window. “I wasn’t dating The
Immortal….Andrew actually
received a broken nose,
split lip and black eye for
telling you that. You didn’t
wonder when he showed up
with 2 gorgeous girls. I
mean its Andrew,” She sighed
and pinched the bridge of
her nose. “It’s not worth it
and I never said you were
evil. I said Wolfram and
Hart was evil. Giles
apparently took leaps and
bounds of liberty with that
statement.”
Angel started pacing the
room as he talked. Buffy had
always inspired him to pace.
“And the cookie dough?” He
needed absolute, perfect
clarification on this
subject.
She sighed and slumped
against the window sill,
bracing her hands with her
palms flat against the
window pane. “Like I
said…you don’t get me…you
used to, but at some point…”
she trailed off. “It was
true…in part. Most of my
teenage years were spent
with someone and I did need
some time to figure out who
I was all by myself. But
that didn’t mean you had to
go incommunicado. A phone
call would have been nice, a
letter…yeah maybe flowers
are asking for a bit much. “
“I didn’t want to push,”
Angel offered in his
defense.
“Didn’t want to push?” Buffy
asked, her voice pitching
higher. She turned to face
him again. “That’s what the
whole ‘sometimes I do and
years if ever’ comment was
about. It was supposed to
let you know that I was
still open to the idea of
us! You were supposed to
push! Pushing is a way to
say I love you and I know
all your old, dead poet
people would disagree but
they’re old and dead and
they obviously never knew
me!” Her voice pitched
higher and louder with each
sentence.
Angel furrowed his brow and
rubbed his temple trying to
stave away the headache he
was beginning to get. “And
it did give me hope that we
were still a
possibility…sometime in the
future, but how does years
if ever translate to give me
a call? Write me a letter?”
Buffy sighed and walked over
to a standard hotel issue
arm chair. She flopped down
into it. “See…this is what I
mean. Do you remember when I
told you maybe I’d show up
at the Bronze and then later
when you didn’t we had that
argument about how didn’t
you realize that maybe meant
I’d be there?” At Angel’s
slight nod she continued.
“That’s what the comment
was.”
Angel pondered that for a
moment, trying to straighten
out the tangles that were
Buffy’s thoughts. Eventually
he shook his head and sat
down in the chair next to
her. “How is that anything
resembling your parting
comment?”
“It’s-“ she stopped and
sighed. This seemed to be
the time to go completely
confessional. “It’s like…you
left me, Angel.”
He hesitated and then
nodded, not understanding
what this rehash of their
history meant. The edges of
his heart were still
tattered with the pain
leaving her had wrought. He
nodded at her again,
indicating she should go on.
She waited for him to get it
and then threw her hands up
in the air. “You left me!
That means you have to come
back to me! Not the other
way around and before you
even suggest it, no I can in
no way give you any direct
orders to come back! That
defeats the whole you left
me, you have to come back to
me theory! And you realize
by me telling you this that
I’ve defeated the purpose
completely and now if you do
ever come back to me I will
never, ever know if you are
coming back to me because
you want me back or because
you now know I want you
back.” She finished her rant
all in one breath and folded
over her knees, letting her
fingers trail into the
carpet.
There was a long pause, a
space where Buffy didn’t
breathe and Angel found he
had to, and then he scooped
her up into his arms and
kissed her. It was the kiss
that awakened Sleeping
Beauty, Snow White and broke
the wicked witch’s spell. He
released her only when she
needed to breathe but caught
her chin with his fingers,
forcing her to look at him.
“You are enigmatic and I
love that and every single
other thing about you. I’ve
wanted you back from the
moment I walked away. Just
in case you were wondering,”
he whispered.