Rating: PG
Summary: When Buffy is hurt, Angel acts as Nurse...
Spoilers: Don't think so...but then, I don't think, come to think of it!?! (hehehe)
Disclaimer: I so TOTALLY wish I owned them...do you think I could kill him and claim to be his heir? At least that way the storyline wouldn't ubersuck!!!
Note: This is the fifth in the Weekend series. Follows Slayer Weekend.

Angel's Mansion
Saturday 1:37pm

Angel was ready to drop. Buffy was upstairs in their bed resting. Last night, Buffy faced an unknown demon. She was covered in cuts and bruises that would heal in a few hours, but the wound in her side was a different story. The knife didn't go in too deep, but it would be a day or two before she could get up and walk around, and another week or so before she fully healed.

Janice felt terrible for not having been there. It wasn't her fault, she had done some extra training with Giles. She was the one that found Buffy. Janice had immediately brought her to the mansion where she knew he would be waiting.

Angel took the tray he was carrying upstairs to Buffy. She would be awake soon and would be hungry.

He walked into the bedroom and saw that Buffy was already awake, "Hi...how are you feeling?"

Buffy's smile was happy, but weak. "A bit better. Is that food?"

Angel smiled. At least she still had her appetite. "Yeah, I have all of your favourites...a selection from various take-out places."

Buffy's grin grew larger. Angel gently sat down on the bed next to her. The cuts were healing nicely and the bruises were starting to fade slightly. By the time she saw the others, the only sign that she was hurt would be her favouring her side occasionally.

Buffy ate most of the food on the tray. She settled back down. "Angel, when was the last time you slept?"

He looked guilty, "Before I left L.A. , I think."

Buffy looked up at him. "That's sweet of you to look after me, but I'm almost able to get up. Why don't you lie down here with me?"

He smiled warmly and did as she asked. They both fell asleep.

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8:28pm

Angel woke up later than usual, but that was understandable since it had been a while since he had last slept.

He quickly got up and waited for the moving people. He had organised for some movers to bring in a shipment of furniture and things in about half an hour. He had wanted to surprise Buffy with a few extra comforts for the mansion since they spent most of 'their' time there.

When the movers had unloaded everything, Angel began the slow process of putting everything in its new place. When he was done he stopped and took a look around. At the bottom of the stairs was a pile of things for their bedroom. In the main room there was a love seat and a small table, complete with some of their favourite books. There was a beautiful persian rug in front of the fireplace, there were numerous sketches that he had done of her and pictures of them together that he had had enlarged. Both the sketches and the photographs he had sent away to be specially framed. In the corner next to the fireplace sat a mountain of pillows and cushions as well as two beanbags. Buffy had once told him that she had always wanted an area of her own with just cushions and things to lounge around in.

He quietly moved the other things upstairs, trying not to wake Buffy. She slept right through it. It helped that he had put two sleeping pills in her drink. He didn't want her awake for a while. When she was awake she was in pain.

He replaced the old wardrobe with a large mirrored one. He thought back to that morning when Buffy suggested they get a drawer or two for her and maybe a mirror. Then he had broken up with her. This was his way of making it up to her. He moved all of her clothes into the wardrobe.

Next was a dressing table. On top he placed her make-up and other little bits and pieces and in the top draw he put her weapons, except the crossbow and dagger he had given her for her birthday. Buffy always kept them separate. The crossbow had a special hook to go on in the wardrobe and so did the dagger. The dagger had its own sheath attached to the inside wall of the wardrobe.

In another drawer of the dresser he placed the diary that she always brought with her as well as her old ones. With them he put a pen set that he had had engraved with, 'For our memories'. With the diary, Buffy always kept a photo album. He removed the photos and placed them in frames he had bought, they were then placed on the new shelves.

In the corner of the room was the ultimate sacrifice, an 81cm television and VCR and stereo. He had almost bought out the store with the list of Buffy's favourite videos and CD's.

His aim was to make this her haven. If anything ever happened and she needed somewhere to be, then she could come here. Everything of his had been willed to her in the event of his death. She didn't know that yet. But the same was true for him. If anything ever happened to Buffy, he would come here. This was their place.

He could see that Buffy was waking up. He cast aside his depressing thoughts and concentrated on her. He quickly moved to her side and asked her, "What do you think?"

She looked around and gasped. "This place is heaven, Angel. Everything here is US. You've made this our home, Angel. I can't wait to see the rest of the house."

She pulled him down for a kiss, "I feel better already..."

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