Title: Crash Into Me
By TrinityLast
E-mail: trinitylast@wambtac.com
Disclaimer: *sighs* Well, it's not mine. If it was, we'd all still be watching it, and Buffy and Angel would be just about to give birth to their fifth kid....
Distribution: My site (thedge), Alessandra, Starkitty, and anyone else with my permission already. LOD if they want it...otherwise, ask.
Summery: A crash. In more ways than one.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Nothing really...fourth season of Buffy, first season of Angel.
Feedback: Yes, please. :-)
Note: This is serious angst. I mean, tear jerker angst. If you're in the mood for a happy, fluffy story...DON'T READ THIS.
Note2: All lyrics by the Dave Mathews Band.

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//You've got your ball
you've got your chain
tied to me tight - tie me up again.
Who's got their claws
in you my friend?
Into your heart I'll beat again//

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Three hours ago."

"Did someone call..."

"Yes. Angel's on his way."

"Good."

"God....I can't believe it...I mean...it was just...."

"An accident. It happens. It does. We...we should be happy it was this way."

"HAPPY??"

"NO! Not happy...you know what I meant."

"Someone should call Riley."

"Right. Because...he is...was. Was. Her boyfriend. He...he should know. Right?"

"Yes. Call him, Willow. Tell him."

"Yeah. I...I can do that..."

"Wait, Wills. Wait. We...we should wait for Angel."

"Someone has to go identify the body."

"Angel. You're here."

//Sweet like candy to my soul.
Sweet you rock
and sweet you roll.
Lost for you - I'm so lost for you.
You come crash into me.//

"Hey."

"Hey...Angel. Hey. Angel's here."

"We see him."

"How? I...I thought she said it was quiet right now..."

"It was. It was...it was an accident. Just..."

"A car."

"Oh." swallow "A car. That's...normal."

"Yeah."

"Where's...doesn't she...I mean...didn't...she have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah. We...we're going to call him. But...someone has to go...go identify the..."

"Right. Ok. I'll...I can go. When the sun goes down."

"Angel, you shouldn't have to...you...she was your soulmate. We can go. I can go. I'm listed as her guardian, anyway..."

"No, Giles. I need to go. I...I need to see it for myself."

"You mean her."

"No." whispered "No, Willow. It's not her anymore."

//Touch your lips just so I know.
In your eyes, love, it glows so.
I'm bare boned and crazy for you..
When you come crash into me, baby//

"This way, Mr....Angel?"

"Yes."

"Here she is. No, Mr. Angel...you're not permitted to touch her. Mr...Mr. Angel! I said no."

"I know." swallow "I just...I had to make sure."

"I understand. But I do have to ask you to step back away from her now."

"Right."

"Mr. Angel?"

"I've stepped back."

"No, I understand that. I just have to ask...she wore a ring just like yours. Was it...?"

"Yes."

"Would you like it back?"

"What? Oh...it's...you've taken it off her..."

"Yes. Her mother insisted. Here."

"Thank you."

"Those are wedding rings."

"Yes, they are."

"I see. I...I'm sorry."

"Thank you. You're...certain she can't wear it? It's...it's hers. She should be buried with it..."

"I'm sorry. Her mother insisted."

"Right."

//If I've gone overboard
Then I'm begging you
to forgive me in my haste.
When I'm holding you so girl -
close to me.
Oh and you come crash
into me, baby.
And I come into you//

"Angel."

"Giles."

"What's this?"

"Her ring...Joyce...she insisted they take it off, but..."

"We'll make sure she's buried in it, Angel. We'll sneak it on. She'd have wanted that."

"Thanks, Willow." swallow "She still wore it. I...thought she was with..."

"She was. Didn't make her less yours. She never took it off."

"Oh."

// Oh I watch you there -
through the window.
And I stare at you.
You wear nothing but you wear it so well;
tied up and twisted the way I'd like to be
for you, for me, come crash into me baby//

"Was it her?"

"Yeah."

"Angel, why didn't you stay for the funeral?"

"I couldn't...I couldn't watch them...watch her go down...I couldn't."

"Of course."

"Any new cases?"

"No."

"What's that in your hand?"

"A...a case. But, Angel...you...if we let you go on it..."

"I'll get to be with her."

"I won't let you do that."

"Cordelia, she didn't get to go out like she wanted. She was hit by a goddamn car! I...I can't just meet the sun. I have to be able to tell her I did this doing something right. Just once, let me do something right. For her."

"No!"

"Cordelia, GIVE ME THE CASE!"

//I'm the king of the castle
And you're the dirty rascal
crash into me
just crash into me//

"What happened?"

"Giles...you know what happened."

"Cordelia..."

"He went on the case."

"And?"

"And he didn't come back."

//crash into me
just crash into me
just crash into me
crash into me...
crash into me...//

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