Phoenix Burning, by Yahtzee (r)
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het_reccersFandom Category: Angel, BtVS
Pairing: Angel/Buffy Summers
Fic Title: Phoenix Burning
Author: Yahtzee
Link: http://www.thechicagoloop.net/yahtzee/insect/insectfic/PhoenixIndex.htm
Rating/Warning(s): R, sex
Genre: AU, Future fic
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: This is a follow-up to "The Gift" quite unlike most you will have seen. Buffy awakens from death to find a world vastly changed, and the only other living person left that she knows is Angel. Gloriously written, and it rightfully won a bagillion awards. I think this is my favorite Jossverse fic ever. This writer does a lot of great stories, in a lot of different ships. This one, in particular, is so imaginative and creative in the 'verse it sets up. Read it. You will thank me.
Buffy ran through the doors, slamming into the wood with a bang that echoed through the Chamber. As she looked around wildly, she saw that the room was larger than she had thought -- a circular amphitheater, filled with people in the same drab clothes. A very old man with skin the color of Noor's -- the man she'd decided was in charge? -- was sitting in an elevated chair at the inner rim of the circle. Almost all of the 200 people or so in the room -- all of whom were staring at her or turning to their companions to join in the buzz of confused and excited reaction -- were seated. Markwith, however, was standing. So was Frances. So was a young girl, perhaps 15 years old, tree-tall and rail-thin, with coal-black skin and a wounded expression.
And so was the person she sought.
Buffy ran forward, taking him in at a glance. The same shapeless clothing as the other Watchers -- hair that was boot-camp short --
But the face was the same.
As she ran to him, she cried, "Angel!"
Angel looked at her, and the moment she saw his eyes, she felt the tears start.
Oh, thank God, she thought as she ran to Angel's side. Thank you thank you thank you.
She ran to him, almost leapt at him, clutching him close in a desperate embrace. Any moment now, she would finally feel his arms around her again --
But his body went tense, and she pulled back in shock.
Angel only stared at her, as though he had never seen her.
Or never wanted to.
Pairing: Angel/Buffy Summers
Fic Title: Phoenix Burning
Author: Yahtzee
Link: http://www.thechicagoloop.net/yahtzee/insect/insectfic/PhoenixIndex.htm
Rating/Warning(s): R, sex
Genre: AU, Future fic
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: This is a follow-up to "The Gift" quite unlike most you will have seen. Buffy awakens from death to find a world vastly changed, and the only other living person left that she knows is Angel. Gloriously written, and it rightfully won a bagillion awards. I think this is my favorite Jossverse fic ever. This writer does a lot of great stories, in a lot of different ships. This one, in particular, is so imaginative and creative in the 'verse it sets up. Read it. You will thank me.
Buffy ran through the doors, slamming into the wood with a bang that echoed through the Chamber. As she looked around wildly, she saw that the room was larger than she had thought -- a circular amphitheater, filled with people in the same drab clothes. A very old man with skin the color of Noor's -- the man she'd decided was in charge? -- was sitting in an elevated chair at the inner rim of the circle. Almost all of the 200 people or so in the room -- all of whom were staring at her or turning to their companions to join in the buzz of confused and excited reaction -- were seated. Markwith, however, was standing. So was Frances. So was a young girl, perhaps 15 years old, tree-tall and rail-thin, with coal-black skin and a wounded expression.
And so was the person she sought.
Buffy ran forward, taking him in at a glance. The same shapeless clothing as the other Watchers -- hair that was boot-camp short --
But the face was the same.
As she ran to him, she cried, "Angel!"
Angel looked at her, and the moment she saw his eyes, she felt the tears start.
Oh, thank God, she thought as she ran to Angel's side. Thank you thank you thank you.
She ran to him, almost leapt at him, clutching him close in a desperate embrace. Any moment now, she would finally feel his arms around her again --
But his body went tense, and she pulled back in shock.
Angel only stared at her, as though he had never seen her.
Or never wanted to.
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