Title: Credits

Author: Jeanny

Rating: PG

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Spoilers: Season 4 Through Home; BtVS Season 7 through Chosen.

Distribution: I don't mind, just credit me and let me know where it's going.

Summary: Angel comes to some conclusions. (Angel’s POV). Written for 15minuteficlets on LiveJournal.

Disclaimer: Angel and all the characters that appear on the show are the exclusive property of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy, Inc., the WB and any one else with a legal binding claim to the shows and/or characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Where the hell are the trumpets? The curtain? The damned end credits? Because I’m pretty damned sure this is it, pappy. The End. I mean, there was a war with a god, and there were a few apocalypses, not to mention the damned rain of fire. Plus I gave up everything that meant anything to me. I sacrificed my own...I gave Connor. That had to count for something. So when do I get my damned reward? Shanshu. My humanity.

Or maybe it’s all a big fat lie, and I don’t.

When Buffy called and said the First had been stopped and that Spike was gone, no doubt I sounded happy. I hope she took it as being about her, but deep down I know it wasn’t. Because ever since she told me Spike had a soul, I started to wonder about the prophecy, if maybe it wasn’t even about me. I mean, now you’ve got two vamps with a soul, and only one that actually *wanted* it...it’s not to hard to figure who the damn PTB would see as deserving. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Having met Jasmine, I don’t know about my old bosses anyway. I only know that I’m the one calling the shots now. I’m the one who is making things happen. I’m going to make things in this world better, with or without their help.

They can take their stinking Shanshu. They can give it to Spike, if they can find enough of him to give it to. They have nothing I want anymore. It’s over.

Roll credits.

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