Title: Is Daddy an Angel?
Author: blackbeltchic
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Mr. Whedon and Mutant Enemy own everything that I hold dear. The only character that is my own is Kathy.
Summery/Author's notes: It might be just me, but I've always wondered what would happen if, infect, Buffy had somehow gotten pregnant, on her 17th birthday? If Darla could have gotten pregnant, then why couldn't Buffy? So this story takes place four years after the end of season two, but not in Sunnydale.
Enjoy. Please read and review.
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She watched as the blond four year old ran across the sand and slashed in the water. She smiled, but it was a sad smile. The few hours before the sun fully rose, and before it fully set was the only time she got to spend with the little girl. During the day she worked at a tiny diner, just making enough for them to survive on, and to pay for daycare.
Her thoughts quickly turned to the girl's father, who had never met the tiny girl that she knew would have been his miracle, his pride and joy. But through circumstances nobody could have prevented or changed, he wasn't around to see. The girl didn't ask about him, she accepted that it was just her and Mommy, but her mother missed the man terribly.
And she knew that. Mommy didn't know that she heard her crying late at night, crying his name into her pillow. Sound carried in their tiny apartment after night fell. But she wasn't going to dwell on her mom's pain, as she tried to get her to smile. All the mommies at daycare smiled when they picked up their kids, but Mommy just got her stuff, and took her hand, staring sadly down at her.
"Mommy!" she called, as she spun around in the surf, her long golden ringlets catching the sun.
She looked at her little girl, but she didn't see her. She didn't see anything, not the white caps on the waves as they rolled into the beach, nor the beauty of the sunrise, over the water. She was far away, in a deserted mansion, the last place she had seen him. He was kneeling before her, pain and confusion filling his eyes. Once more, she consoled him, kissed him, and told him she loved him. And then she had said goodbye to him forever.
Tears welled up in her green eyes as she began talking to the air. "I miss you. I need you. Where are you?" she murmured, but she knew where he was, because she had sent him there.
The breeze taunted her, catching in her hair like his fingers used to, caressing her cheek as he used to. She felt the weight of his arms around her, but she knew it was just her imagination.
Now the wind seemed to whisper to her the three words that she longed most to hear, "I love you..." but she knew it wasn't true. How could he love her after what she had done to him?
"Kathy! Come on, it's time to go." She said wiping her tears from her eyes. The tiny girl ran up to her, the hem of her sundress wet and salty from the waves.
"Mommy," she said, taking the hand offered her, "is Daddy an Angel? Is that why you cry all the time?"
"Yeah, daddy's Angel." She told her sadly, not realizing her slip. Kathy didn't say anything as they walked towards the city, away from the ocean.
Author: blackbeltchic
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Mr. Whedon and Mutant Enemy own everything that I hold dear. The only character that is my own is Kathy.
Summery/Author's notes: It might be just me, but I've always wondered what would happen if, infect, Buffy had somehow gotten pregnant, on her 17th birthday? If Darla could have gotten pregnant, then why couldn't Buffy? So this story takes place four years after the end of season two, but not in Sunnydale.
Enjoy. Please read and review.
Feedback: I'm a good kid. I don't do drugs, smoke, or drink. Feedback is my addiction. It's much safer than other substances, but harder to come by. Please be my supplier, and review?
She watched as the blond four year old ran across the sand and slashed in the water. She smiled, but it was a sad smile. The few hours before the sun fully rose, and before it fully set was the only time she got to spend with the little girl. During the day she worked at a tiny diner, just making enough for them to survive on, and to pay for daycare.
Her thoughts quickly turned to the girl's father, who had never met the tiny girl that she knew would have been his miracle, his pride and joy. But through circumstances nobody could have prevented or changed, he wasn't around to see. The girl didn't ask about him, she accepted that it was just her and Mommy, but her mother missed the man terribly.
And she knew that. Mommy didn't know that she heard her crying late at night, crying his name into her pillow. Sound carried in their tiny apartment after night fell. But she wasn't going to dwell on her mom's pain, as she tried to get her to smile. All the mommies at daycare smiled when they picked up their kids, but Mommy just got her stuff, and took her hand, staring sadly down at her.
"Mommy!" she called, as she spun around in the surf, her long golden ringlets catching the sun.
She looked at her little girl, but she didn't see her. She didn't see anything, not the white caps on the waves as they rolled into the beach, nor the beauty of the sunrise, over the water. She was far away, in a deserted mansion, the last place she had seen him. He was kneeling before her, pain and confusion filling his eyes. Once more, she consoled him, kissed him, and told him she loved him. And then she had said goodbye to him forever.
Tears welled up in her green eyes as she began talking to the air. "I miss you. I need you. Where are you?" she murmured, but she knew where he was, because she had sent him there.
The breeze taunted her, catching in her hair like his fingers used to, caressing her cheek as he used to. She felt the weight of his arms around her, but she knew it was just her imagination.
Now the wind seemed to whisper to her the three words that she longed most to hear, "I love you..." but she knew it wasn't true. How could he love her after what she had done to him?
"Kathy! Come on, it's time to go." She said wiping her tears from her eyes. The tiny girl ran up to her, the hem of her sundress wet and salty from the waves.
"Mommy," she said, taking the hand offered her, "is Daddy an Angel? Is that why you cry all the time?"
"Yeah, daddy's Angel." She told her sadly, not realizing her slip. Kathy didn't say anything as they walked towards the city, away from the ocean.