Stardom:
Reunited
by Scribs

Trish flipped through the ticket sales record. She had over 10,000people to call and only a few hours to do it in. Sighing, she placed a finger under the first name and picked up the phone. "Mr. Johnson? This is Trish Jefferson of Motown Records. I see that you bought tickets to the Sarah Summers concert next week? No, I'm not wanting to buy them, I just wanted to inform you of a schedule and location change......"

"All right Trish. Thank you for doing this." "No, Thank YOU Ms. Summers. I was surprised you agreed to this crazy idea." "I don't think it's crazy. I couldn't think of a more perfect idea." "Thank you Ms. Summers." "Please, call me Buffy." "I thought your name was Sarah." "Trish, let me tell you a little story......"

While flying over Texas, Angel was woke up from a nap by a hand shaking his shoulder. "Mr. O'Conner? Mr. O'Conner?" Angel opened his eyes halfway, looked at the stewardess who was looking at him through large, round eyes and mumbled, "What." "I know you didn't want to be disturbed, but Mr. Dupuis is on the phone. He says it's important." Angel turned over in his seat and grabbed the phone. "John this better be important." He grumbled. "Sorry if I woke you, Angel. But it seems that there is a little ordeal concerning your concert in Orlando." Angel's eyes shot open. "What's wrong?" "Well, it seems that there are over 20,000 people who have valid concert tickets. The place where you're booked can only hold 10,000." "How can that be? There were only 10,000 tickets put on sale." "I know, but the other 10,000 are not copied or illegal. We ran serial number checks on all of them. They're valid. What do you want to do?" Angel thought for a moment. "Well, we can't have 10,000 angry fans, now can we. Find me a place that can hold 20,000 people and book it. Fast. We only have a few hours." "Already done. You're booked at Joe Robbie Stadium. Same time the concert was due to be held." "Good. I'll be in Orlando in a few hours, then, please don't call me until after the concert is over. Deal?" Angel heard a chuckle on the other end of the line. "Deal."

"Ms. Summers? You have a phone call." Buffy picked up the phone beside her seat on her private plane. They were headed to Orlando. "Hello?" "Buffy? This is John. I just wanted to let you know that everything is going according to plan. His plane is due to touch down at Miami airport in three hours." "Good. I'll be there in about 2 1/2 hours. We're flying over West Virginia right now." "All right. I'll make sure the tours are in order and I'll inform you after the concert." "Talk to you then." "Good-bye."

Angel looked at the short brunette in front of him. She was dressedprofessionally in a gray business suit with a starched white shirt under the jacket. Her brunette hair was pulled up into a conservative bun. The gray skirt stopped just below her knees with a slit up the back.

He was waiting for the elevator so he could go to his 10th floor suite and rest before the concert. The brunette was obviously waiting for the elevator as well. The small bell chimed and the door opened. Angel and the brunette stepped into the elevator.

Both of them reached for the buttons at the same time and Angel caught a whiff of the woman's perfume. Vanilla. Just like what Buffy wore. The woman blushed and pulled her hand away. "Sorry." She whispered. "What floor?" "Ten." She said. Angel smiled. "Me too." He pushed the number 10 button and stepped behind the brunette to lean against the wall. Something was up. He knew it. He looked at the way the woman stood. She leaned almost all her weight on her right leg. Just like Buffy. Her hands were clasped together in front of her. Just like Buffy when she was nervous. She even wore the same perfume as Buffy. He edged closer. The top of her head came to right under his chin. Just like Buffy. He looked at the side of her neck and noticed that the woman's pulse was racing. As he looked closer, he saw a blonde hair creep out from under the dark brown strands to land on her shoulder.

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the woman's waist. "And just what show were you planning to put on with that wig, Lover?" He whispered into her ear before he placed a kiss behind it. She gasped. "How did you know it was me?" She asked as he trailed kisses along her neck. "I have my ways." He growled as he pulled her closer so her body was flush against his. With one arm securely around her waist, he reached up and pulled the wig off her head, allowing her natural blonde hair to tumble down around her shoulders. She turned around in his arms and latched her lips to just under his jawbone. He purred with pleasure as her hand ran through his hair and her lips gently suckled on his neck. He pulled back then quickly captured her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Their tongues met in a duel that neither of them would win. He reached down and brought one of her legs up around his waist, fitting them even more tightly together. Her mouth found a sensitive area of skin where his shoulder met his neck and he growled deep in his throat. "Oh Buffy." He moaned.

Angel woke up covered with sweat and breathing heavily. He looked around the plane and discovered that he was alone in the cabin. The stewardess was probably up with the captain. "We're approaching Miami Airport, Mr. O'Connor" The captain said over the intercom. Angel took a deep breath, ran his fingers through his hair, put on his seat belt, and waited for the plane to land.

At the Hotel, Buffy made sure that her room was right next to Angel's. She gave specific instructions not to tell him who was in the room beside his. The man at the counter smiled at her as she thanked him and made her way to the elevators and went up to the tenth floor. After she slightly unpacked, she silently thanked the receptionist who gave her an extra key to Angel's room. As she stepped into the room, she noticed that he hadn't ordered any heavy drapes to keep the sun out. "That's odd." She thought. "He would usually have them already up by the time he got there." Shrugging it off, she decided to leave it alone.

Quickly going to work, she set up a small speaker behind his headboard and a microphone under his lampshade. After those were set up, she placed a small camera in the smoke alarm above the bed so she could keep an eye on him. After she finished, she smiled at the results. She couldn't see a single piece that was out of place. She was about to step out the door when she heard a key being put in the lock. Quickly and quietly, she made her way over to the door that lead to her room, opened it, stepped inside and quickly closed it just as Angel stepped into the room.

A few hours later, she was finally able to have her TV show what was going on in Angel's room. She saw him splayed out across the bed with the sheets tangled around his legs and waist. He was twisting and turning, as if he were having a dream. Or a nightmare, she decided. Picking up the headset that was attached to the speaker, she placed it on her head and gently began to speak.

"Sssshhhh. It's all right Angel. I'm here." He whimpered louder. "Sssshhhh. It's all right. Go to sleep. I'm right here." Her hand caressed the part of the screen that showed his face. "Where are you?" He whined. "I'm right here." Softly, she began to sing to him. "You've got a way with me. Somehow you got me to believe. In everything that I could be. I've gotta say, you really got a way. You've got a way, it seems. You gave me faith to find my dreams. You'll never know just what that means. Can't you see...you got a way with me."

She made her way over to the door that joined her room and his and opened it. Using her key, she unlocked the other door and quietly slipped over to his bedside. Ever so gently, she gathered him into her arms and gently rocked him as she sang.

"It's in the way you want me. It's in the way you hold me. The way you show me just what love, is made of. It's in the way we make love. You've got a way with words. You get me smiling even when it hurts. There's no way to measure what your love is worth. I can't believe, the way you get through to me."

He purred softly as she stroked his head and rubbed his back. Instinctively, his arms went around her waist, holding her closer. Her voice almost broke at his touch. It had been too long since he had held her and she him. "It's in the way you want me. It's in the way you hold me. The way you show me just what love's made of. It's in the way we make love. Oh, how I adore you. Like no one before you. I love you just the way you are. It's in the way you want me. It's in the way you hold me. The way you show me just what love, is made of. It's in the way we make love."

With one hand, she untangled the sheets from around his legs and straightened them out before slowly lowering him back down to the mattress. "It's just the way you are." She watched him for a minute, her hand absently stroking his forearm as she watched him sleep. She was getting ready to leave when she leaned down and gently placed a kiss on his forehead. "Sleep, my love. Sleep." She whispered. Silently, she made her way back to her own room before falling on her bed in a fit of sobs. On the TV, it still showed Angel. This time, sleeping peacefully.

When Angel woke up, he looked around, confused. He could have sworn that Buffy had been in his room last night with him. She had brought him out of a nightmare and had sung him to sleep while rocking him like a mother would her child. He looked down at the sheets. He swore he could smell the slightest hint of vanilla. The kind of perfume that Buffy always wore. He swung his legs to the floor and just sat on his bed with his head in his hands. He had started thinking about Buffy a lot more lately. Ever since she had came out with her first single, "Unchained Melody," he hadn't been able to keep his mind off of her for very long. Shaking off the feeling, he got up and got dressed. Never noticing the black cord that was sticking out from behind the headboard of the bed.

All through the rest of the day, Angel supervised and helped set up the stage. While he was above the stage fixing some of the lighting, he caught a flash of blonde out of the corner of his eye and turned his head quickly to the stands that were closet to him. No one was there. Confused, he turned back to his work.

Buffy breathed a sigh of relief. Angel had almost seen her. She had been standing in the doorway of one of the many entrances to the stands, watching him work with the lighting when he had stopped his work and turned his head her way. She had quickly ducked out of sight. She took another deep breath before making her way back to the main entrance. Tonight she would be reunited with him. And she had to be ready.

Angel could hear the roar of the fans as he stood backstage. He looked upward, trying to see the stars, but could see none due to all the lights shining off the stage. He looked at himself in the full length mirror. He was wearing Angelus' black leather pants with a maroon silk shirt. He even reminded himself of Angelus. He had to chuckle at that. "What's so funny?" Came a voice. He spun around and came face to face with Trish. "Huh?" "I asked what's so funny?" "Oh nothing. I just remind myself of someone I'm not too overly fond of." Trish said nothing. Only raised an eyebrow. He turned back to the mirror and sighed. Then he grinned. "If I look like Angelus, I guess that means that I can act somewhat like him." He turned back to Trish. "Let's do it!"

The fans cheered as the lights went off and fog began billowing off the stage. The first notes started to play and the crowd roared as the lights assaulted their dilated pupils and Angel jumped out onto the stage. As he jumped through the air he yelled, "HAHAHAHAHA!!" really fast. When he hit the stage, he let out a "Wew!" He stood up and started moving along with the beat. "I'd say it was the right time, to walk away. When dreamin takes you no where, it's time to play. Bodies working over time, your money don't matter, the clock keeps tickin when someone's on your mind. On your mind." He swung his hips in a slow circle and grinned wickedly as he heard the screams come from the girls in the audience. "I'm moving in slow motion. Feels so good. It's a strange anticipation. Knock, knock, knocking on wood. Bodies working overtime. It's man against man, and all that ever matters, is baby who's ahead in the game. Funny but it's always the same. Playing, playing with the boys. Staying, playing with the boys. After chasing sunsets. One of life's simple joys is playing with the boys." He moved closer to the audience and the girls at the end of the stage began trying reach for his feet and legs. "Said it was the wrong thing, for me to do. I said it's just a boy's game. But girls play too. My heart is working overtime. In this kind of game, people get hurt. I'm thinkin that the person is me. So if you want to find me I'll be. Playing. Playing with the boys. I'll be staying, playing with the boys. After chasing sunsets. One of life's simple joys is playing with the boys. I don't want to be the moth around your fire. I don't want to be obsessed by my desire. (I'm staying, I'm staying) You play too rough." He reached the end of the stage and his legs and feet were immediatelycovered with hands. Hands that wanted to touch him. "Playing, playing with the boys. Staying, playing with the boys. After chasing sunsets, one of life's simple joys is playing with the boys." The song stopped and the crowed roared even harder. Angel bowed and grinned. He was really starting to enjoy show business.

That's when the lights went out. All of them. Angel stood up and looked to the back of the arena. "What's going on here guys?" He asked. But the technichans didn't answer him. The fog started rolling again. This time, it was thicker and edged with a blue light. The band started playing a song that he had never heard before. He turned to them, confused.

Then he heard the gasps coming from the audience. He turned around and his eyes were instantly assaulted by a bright light. Then a shadow covered the light to where he could look around with out squinting. He looked up at the shadow and saw that it was the form of a human. A human with wings. "Oh" Angel froze. He knew that voice all too well. That was the voice of the girl he had caught singing while drying her hair. He looked closer and saw her. She looked like an angel. An angel dressed in a tight leather cat suit that was unzipped enough to show that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. "Oh" She sang again before landing on the stage in front of him. The crowd roared its approval as Buffy took one finger, and pushed it into his chest. He was so dumbfounded that he couldn't do anything except back up. She kept pushing him back with her finger. He wouldn't have exactly called it walking. He would have called it more of a strut. He finally reached the stairs near the band and sat down hard.

She grinned at him before backing up. "Baby, I'm so into you. You've got that something, what can I do. Baby, you spin me around. Oh, the earth is movin, but I can't feel the ground."

Angel couldn't do anything but stare. The leather suit was like a second skin. Moving when she moved. He traced his eyes over every inch of her body, as if memorizing it.

Buffy held back laughter when she saw his face at her outfit. But she couldn't help but notice that he didn't look so bad himself. Leather pants with a short sleeved maroon silk shirt to show off his biceps which had gotten larger since the last time she saw them. His chocolate brown eyes now burned with a fiery intensity that shook her to the core.

"Every time you look at me, my heart is jumpin, it's easy to see." She jumped up and his eyes almost popped out of his head as she wiggled her hips at him. "Loving you means so much more. More than anything I every felt before. You drive me crazy. I just can't sleep. I'm so excited, I'm in too deep. Crazy, but it feels all right. Baby thinkin of you keeps me up all night."

She stepped forward and took a hold of his chin with a finger nail and lifted it up and away from him. She leaned down to where her face was inches from his and he had an overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her full, pouty lips. "Tell me, you're so into me. That I'm the only one you will see." The crowd laughed as she pulled away from him and his head almost hit the floor. "Tell me, I'm not in the blue. Oh that I'm not wastin, my feelins on you. Loving you means so much more. More than anything I ever felt before. Crazy. I just can't sleep. I'm so excited, I'm in too deep. Crazy, but it feels all right. Every day and every night. You drive me crazy. I just can't sleep. I'm so excited, I'm in too deep. Crazy. But it feels all right. Baby thinking of you keep me up all night."

She struck a pose and the song ended. The crowd roared and Angel could only stare at her. With her hair mussed and her panting from dancing, she made the most erotic picture he had ever seen.

The band started playing again and, gathering his wits, he stood up and gently took a hold of Buffy's hand. She looked at him uncertainly before smiling and squeezing his hand. He led her over to a stool where he sat down and wrapped his arms around her waist. She sighed and leaned back into him. He knew she recognized the song and waited for her to start singing before he joined her. "If I never feel you in my arms again. If I never feel your tender kiss again. If I never hear "I love you" now and then, will I never make love to you once again? Please understand, if love ends. Then I promise you, I promise you that. That I shall never breathe again. Breathe again, breathe again. That I shall never breathe again." She gave his arm a gentle squeeze, signaling that she wanted to go solo. He nodded and let her sing. "And I can't stop thinking about, about the way things used to be. And I can't stop thinking about, about the love that you made to me. And I can't get you out of my head how in the world will I begin to let you walk right out of my life and throw my heart away? And I can't stop caring about," Angel had to sing with her on the little parts to show her how much she still meant to him. "About the apple of my eye" "And I can't stop doing without," "Without the center of my life" "And I can't get you out of my head, and I know I can't pretend. That I won't die if you decide you won't see me again." She looked back at him and smiled as they went into the chorus again. "If I never feel you in my arms again. If I never feel your tender kiss again. If I never hear "I love you" now and then, will I never make love to you once again? Please understand. If love ends, then I promise you that. That I shall never breathe again. Breathe again, breathe again. That I shall never breathe again." Angel let Buffy go solo again. "And I can't stop thinking about, about the way my life would be. No, I can't stop thinking about, how could you love me then leave me? And I can't get you out of my mind. God knows how hard I've tried. And if you walk right out my life, God knows I'm sure to die. And I can't stop doing without," Angel joined her again. "without the rhythm of my heart." "No, I can't stop doing without, for I will surely fall apart. And I can't get you out of my mind. And I know I can't deny. And I would die if you decide you won't see me again."

As Buffy and Angel looked away from each other to the audience, they noticed that lighters were lit all around the stadium and were swaying back and forth to the beat. "If I never feel you in my arms again. If I never feel your tender kiss again. If I never hear "I love you" now and then, will I never make love to you once again? Please understand, if love ends. Then I promise you that, that I shall never breathe again. Breathe again, breathe again. That I shall never breathe again."

The crowed stood and erupted into cheers that sounded more like a roar. Angel and Buffy smiled at each other, stood up, and took their bows. Angel looked out across the audience and shushed them. When they were quiet, he spoke. "How many of you watched the TV interview on MTV that I was on?" The crowd cheered. He smiled. "Then you remember that I was talking about a special girl in my life that I had been with for two years, then we broke up. Well, I have a small confession to make." He looked over at Buffy and she squeezed his hand. "This...beautiful woman standing beside me right now, is that girl." The crowd was silent. It was Buffy who spoke up. "The fans who were supposed to come to my concert tomorrow night who are here tonight, were contacted by Trish Jefferson of Motown Records. She is one of the people responsible for bringing us back together. The other person we need to thank is John Dupuis, CEO of Motown, for contacting Angel and setting up this little scheme." "Thank you everybody for coming and god bless!!" Angel shouted before grabbing Buffy's hand and walking off stage. When they were behind the stage, Angel shoved Buffy up against the wall and kissed her fiercely. Buffy moaned as Angel's tongue dove into her mouth, re-memorizing the shape, feel, and texture of it. After a few minutes, both of them broke away, panting. "What was that for?" Buffy gasped. "For wearing that cat suit around me." Angel replied huskily.

He backed away and started to walk away from her. "Where are you going?" She asked. "Away. You know I can't be around you, Buffy. You have to understand that we can never be together. It will never work." "No I don't understand. Out there you acted like you were overjoyed to see me. Then you get me back here and kiss me like that and you planning to walk away like it meant nothing?" Tears were starting to fall down her cheeks. "Yes." He replied coldly before turning and walking away. Turning the opposite direction, Buffy ran to the limo that would take her back to the hotel.

Neither of them noticed the shadow that was lurking around the corner. Buffy didn't notice it as she rushed by it to her limo.Trish wiped the tears away that were streaming down her face. From what Buffy had told her, she and Angel were madly in love. She had hoped that bringing them together would make them both extremly happy. But she was wrong. Angel had coldy turned away from Buffy, leaving her helpless. She was about to turn away when she saw Angel walking towards her. "Hey Trish I..." He never got to finish his sentence before Trish walked up to him and slapped him as hard as she could.

"Asshole." She hissed before she stalked away.

When Buffy got to the hotel, she quickly made her way back to the elevator, looking around for any sign of Angel. After making sure he wasn't there, she got into the elevator and went up to her room. Her TV was still on and it still showed Angel's bed. Where only the night before she had sung him to sleep while she rocked him in her arms.

She fell down onto her bed in a fit of sobs. Why had he been so cruel to her? When he had frist seen her, he looked like he was overcome with joy. Then backstage he had given her a kiss to end all kisses. Then he had just left. No 'I love you' no 'I've missed you' or 'I'm glad you're here'. He had just walked away. So cold. So distant. So unlike the man who had stolen her heart and held her close during nightmares or when she just wanted a hug.

Still confused as to why Trish hit him, Angel entered his hotel room. He shrugged off the light windbreaker and sat down on the bed. That's when he noticed the black object underneath the lampshade. Confused, he lifted the lamp shade off of the lamp and turned it over. It was a microphone. When he pulled it out, a cord to it ran behind the headboard. Looking behind the headboard, he found a small speaker. "Who is this?" He asked into the microphone. Buffy heard his voice and absently knew in the back of her mind that her headset by the head of her bed was on. That made her cry all the harder.

Angel heard someone start to cry. He knew who was crying. He had heard and seen that person cry all too often because of him. That was then he noticed that the crying was much too loud to be coming from just a speaker. He covered the speaker with his pillow and listened. He could still hear it loud and clear. Moving to the far side of the room, he pressed his ear to the wall. She was in the room next to his.

He moved to the door that joined the two rooms and opened the door. The other door was open. Peeking around the corner, he saw Buffy laying on the bed sobbing. His heart instantly shattered and he started to walk toward her. But when he reached the edge of the bed, he was unsure of what he should do. He knew that he should try to make things better, but he was unsure of what Buffy's reaction would be.

He stood there for a few moments, wondering what he should do. But when he noticed that her crying wasn't going to die down anytime soon, he walked over to her, knelt down on the floor, sat her up, wrapped his arms around her hips, and nestled his head into her stomach before letting go of his own tears. That was when Buffy wrapped herself over him, as if her body could protect him from harm. Sniffling, she gently stroked his back and rubbed his neck which always seemed to have a soothing effect on him.

Soon after, his crying was replaced by what seemed to Buffy like a deep throated purr. She looked down at him and saw that he was half asleep. Smiling, she tossed the pillows onto the floor and gently pushed Angel to the floor with her while she was dragging the bedspread with her. She was busy covering them with the bedspread that it took her a minute to realize that Angel had snuggled closer to her in his sleep. He had still not relieved his grip of his hands around her hips. But now his head was pillowed by her chest. She slowly got into a comfortable position before continuing to stroke his neck. Soon she was asleep as well.

When Angel woke up, he immediatly noticed the warmth coming from the form he was holding. He raised his eyes and saw that his head was pillowed by Buffy's chest. Her eyes were closed and her breathing slow and deep. He smiled when he caught the sent of her purfume. He had always loved the smell of vanilla. But the smile was soon replaced by a frown. He knew that they could never have a relationship together. No matter how much they wanted it, they would never be able to have it.

Ever so slowly, he unwrapped his arms from around her and slowly slid out from under the blanket that had been covering them. She had started to whimper softly. He knew that was because she couldn't feel him anymore. He fought back tears as he watched her hand slowly trail across the floor where he had been laying only mere seconds before. Her hand was searching for him, he knew. He wanted so much to crawl back under the blanket beside Buffy and wrap her in his arms. But he knew that he had to leave.

Her hand had almost reached him and her whimpering had started to become louder. He reached out and gently touched her hand. It stopped moving and reached out to his hand and grasped it tightly. He leaned down and gently kissed it. She sighed a sigh of contentment as he set her hand back down on the floor. He looked at her for one last moment before slowly standing up and making his way back to the door that joined their rooms.

When Buffy woke up two hours later, her hand went out to where Angel was supposed to have been laying. When it didn't find him, her eyes opened. Not seeing him in her line of vision, she stood up. "Angel?" She called. No answer. She stood up and went into his room. "Angel?" His room was empty. It was then that the cold sting of reality hit her. He didn't want to be with her. No matter how much she tried, he still didn't want her. With silent tears of rage streaming down her cheeks, she packed up her things and took one last look around the room before closing the door and making her way down to the reception desk to check out.

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