Title: I'll Take You To The Candy Shop (ficlet)
By TrinityLast
E-mail: trinitylast@wambtac.com 
Disclaimer: Heh. *glances at Season Six* SO not mine.
Distribution: My site, destruct girl...and really anyone else who wants it, I guess.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Ehm...not...anything, really.
Feedback: YES!!! Oh pleaseohpleaseohplease...
Pairings: B/A
AN: This is future fic.

NOW...I want to state up FRONT that I've never SEEN "What Dreams May Come". *readers gasp* Yes, yes I know. Shame on me.

But this fic was loosely (VERY loosely) inspired by what my sister said happens at the end.

It's fluffy. It's 678 words that have no real point except that writing it made me all grinny. :D

***

Angel sighed and glanced up at his mother...she wasn't going to give him the money any time soon.

Six years ago, he'd died, human, in bed next to his beloved's body, cold less than an hour when he followed her. "Some Shanshu." He'd been shoved right back into another human body and reborn to a couple in Los Angeles. "Human doesn't necessarily mean mortal, after all."

Apparently.

So here he was, five years old, sitting in a mall coffee shop, eyeing the candy behind the counter, which was in plain sight. He'd been careful from the moment he'd become aware of himself to act his age...luckily, that hadn't happened until he was fourteen months...old enough to be able to start talking a bit. Something about the human body he was now in had stopped his brain from working well enough to let his mind it.

Thank god. He'd had enough problems dragging the potty training out long enough to be believable.

And he wanted something with chocolate and peanut butter.

He sighed again and looked up at his mom. She was a wonderful mother, really. He had no reason to be frustrated with her. She was doing the best she could, juggling her packages and trying to dig out change for him...and it was HIS stuff after all. Back to school and all that. Five years old...he started Kindergarten this year.

Yay.

"Ah hah! Here you go, Michael."

Finally!

She handed him enough money for one peice of candy and sat down, sighing, as he started for the candy counter.

**

"Mom, please?"

"I can't, Jackie...I haven't got any money."

What she meant was that she didn't have any CASH..and her mother always got embaressed charging anything less than twenty dollars.

But Buffy REALLY wanted something chocolate...oh! And with peanut butter!

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it.

Then she spotted him.

Angel.

She blinked, staring. She'd know him anywhere...even in a five-year-old body with his shoelaces untied.

Especially with his shoelaces untied. She smiled. He never remembered to do that...he usually ended up just yanking the laces out.

She wriggled to get down and her mother sighed and let her go. "Just LOOK, Jackie."

She nodded and went running over just as Angel got to the front of the line.

"Do you have chocolate bars and, say, a little cup of peanut butter?"

He didn't even really register when Buffy's arms curled around his free one, but he laced his fingers between hers automatically.

The shop keeper chuckled...he was in his seventies, and this used to be a free standing shop...he'd run it since he was just a kid, and he'd always loved children, with their odd requests and big innocent eyes. "Sorry, haven't got that."

Buffy pouted and whined. That's EXACTLY what she'd wanted.

Angel chuckled and turned his head, kissing her cheek. "It's ok. I'm sure they have peanut butter cups." He looked back at the old man, who nodded, his eyes twinkling at the two kids...they were just adorable.

"Fifty cents apeice."

Angel glanced down at his hand and nodded. Just enough for one. He handed it to the man who raised an eyebrow, but went and got one and brought it back.

Buffy was bouncing excitedly now, her fingers still laced with his, neither of them really noticing it now, as Angel unwrapped the candy carefully.

"Michael, that's rude!" His mother came rushing over to buy the little girl a peice of candy too, but then stopped, staring, as did Buffy's mother from her seat.

Angel crumpled up the wrapper in one hand, then very carefully broke the candy in two...then chuckled, as one peice was bigger than the other and Buffy's eyes were glued to it.

He immediatly gave her that one, before his mother, still watching, could tell him to do just that.

Buffy ate all but one bite, then shook her head. "Too much."

She held it out and Angel blinked. "Oh." Leaning it, he ate it from her fingers.

Both mothers just stood there, stunned.

 

END
 

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