Split Second Chances: Part Seven C

by Chris Kenworthy (scoobyhq@fcmail.com)



Disclaimer: I own no rights to the characters of Buffy, Faith, Angel, etcetera.

Buffy sighed as she flipped a few pieces of chicken on the grill. Before either she or Cole had gotten over the embarassment of his secret enough to speak, Cordelia and called him away, and the pair of them had left only a few minutes later. What the heck do I do about that, Buffy wondered. I like Cole, and he quite obviously more than likes me. If only Cordelia weren't right in between us...

"Hey, Buffy," Mom called from the other side of the screen door. "Telephone for you."

"Uh, okay," Buffy replied, "I'll take it in the den. Oz, keep an eye on the food?" With that, she put the barbecue flipper down and headed inside, turning a light on as she entered the small den.

And, right then, Buffy froze. Jonny Hardcastle and Faith were on the couch, kissing passionately and just starting to get a little bit further than kissing. "Oops!" Buffy squeaked out. "Sorry, my mistake - just pretend I wasn't here," she mumbled as she bustled out. Well, well, well. No need any longer to wonder how that talk between Faith and her handsome older guy had gone, Buffy supposed.

She proceeded into the living room and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Uh, hi? Buffy??" Buffy recognized the voice instantly.

"Angel??"

"Um, yeah." Angel laughed self-consciously over the telephone line. "I just thought, well, that I'd better call - see if you were okay. They were talking about a hostage incident in Sunnydale on the radio last night, and I figured you would probably stop it."

"Um, uh, well," Buffy stammered. "Well, that's nice, but yeah, I'm okay, as you probably figured, and..."

"I'm sorry," Angel blurted out. "For the way I left you. I know it can't have been easy on you."

"No," Buffy answered simply. "No, it wasn't."

"Well, it wasn't a piece of cake for me either," Angel said. "But, well, I figured it had to be done."

"How are you getting by? Where are you?"

"Um, I'm not sure what the name of this town is," Angel admitted. "In Colorado somewhere. I just stopped here to get some shelter against the daylight. And, well, I'm doing okay. How was the incident last night?"

"Oh, you know," Buffy replied airily. "Hard-core vampire terrorists, black magic, shady dealings. Same old, same old."

"So, are we cool?" Angel said. "I mean, I don't expect I'll ever see you again, but I wouldn't want you to be thinking badly of me."

Buffy sighed. "Yeah, Angel. We're okay."

THE END! (Until the next Destinies Lost story, "Dedication. ")

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