Rating: R for language
Timeline: Season Two
Summary: Angelus is sick, guess who he goes to...
Spoilers: Nada
Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you????
Notes: This is my version of an extremely silly fic...hehehe

He felt like Hell.

Angelus groaned as pain and humiliation washed over him. It wasn't widely known that when vampires fed from a sick person, they would become sick, themselves. He had recently fed from a school girl, wandering around in the dark.

He continued to stumble around. He wasn't sick, dammit! He didn't get sick! Yeah, right. Angelus couldn't go back to the mansion, either. Rollerboy with there with the psycho bitch. Fuck! There was only one place where he could go...

Only one place where he wanted to go...

*~*~*~*

Angelus made his way into Sunnydale High. He constantly fell against the walls, trying to find the library. He was so out of it. I hate being sick! His mind whined. He was glad that none of his minions had witnessed his display on the way there. He had fallen to the ground countless times, whimpered in pain.

Where had his demonic personality gone? He felt like a fucking baby!

Angelus fell through the door of the Sunnydale High Library and landed on the hard floor. The six people inside immediately shoot to their feet. Cordelia screamed, while Willow, Xander and Giles slowly moved to the nearest weapon. Oz stood there watching while Buffy stared at her former boyfriend.

Angelus got to his feet again and stumbled to Buffy. He fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around her middle and buried his head into the warm woolen jumper she wore to stave off the chilly winter air.

"Angel?" Buffy dared to hope as everyone else in the room froze.

Angelus shook his head. "No. It's me! Angelus! The fucking, God damned Scourge of Europe!" he denied.

Buffy raised her eyebrows and put her hand under his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "Then why are you here and why are you nearly crying?" she questioned. He was SO weird...

"I'm siiiiccccckkkkkk!" he wailed into her warm belly, his arms gripping her tighter. He looked up at her with his pitiful, puppy dog eyes. "Can you please play Mommy for a while???" he pleaded.

Buffy glared at him. "Why the Hell should I?"

Angelus burrowed his face back into her belly. "Coz I asked nicely?" he tried.

"Try again..." Buffy told him.

"Coz I love you?" he asked.

Buffy regarded him strangely. "You're kidding, right?" But her hands ran through his soft hair.

Angelus began to purr as her small hands soothed his headache. "Coz I need you, Baby," he whispered. "Buffy, please? You're all I have." Angelus tried to hide his face as he confessed this.

"I don't care how many times I say I'm gonna kill you, I'm not going to. I can't. I need you, too much." He moaned as one of her hands stroked his aching neck. "That's nice, Baby. Take me home?" Angelus begged pitifully.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay..."

*~*~*~*

Buffy quietly dragged Angelus upstairs. It was late and thankfully, her mother was out, but the vampire she was aiding was a very bad patient. It was obvious that he had a bad strain of the 'flu, so Buffy was just going to put him in her bed.

When they got to her bedroom, Buffy placed Angelus up against the wall so that she could turn down her bed covers. Angelus immediately slid down the wall and sat on the floor. He whimpered at the loss of contact. I'm fucking pathetic! he thought. But I've got a fantastic view of the Slayer's ass!

Angelus studied Buffy's nicely curved ass as she bent over and pulled down the bed covers...

The Slayer in question turned around and spotted her ex watching her. She rolled her eyes and helped the sick vampire into her bed, tucking him in, under the soft covers.

Angel sniffed. "Baby? My nose hurts...so does my head," he whimpered.

Buffy shook her head and sat next to him on the bed like her mother used to do for her and began stroking his cheek. "Don't worry, Angel. You'll be fine soon."

He frowned. "I'm not your pathetic little sap, Angel," he whispered. "I'm Angelus. I'm a big, bad Master vampire, that kills Slayers as a hobby." he moaned.

Buffy smiled at his attempt to regain his hold over her. "Honey, in case you hadn't noticed, you aren't even trying to kill this Slayer. You came to her for help, coz she's the only one you trust..."

He pouted sexily. "I'm still evil."

"Uh huh, sure." Buffy grinned. She got up to go downstairs to find something for him to eat to make him feel better.

Angelus immediately grabbed her arm and whined, "Where are you going, Baby?"

"You need something to eat so that you can get better," she told him.

He shook his head, then groaned. "Need you." He tugged on her arm, so that she fell into the bed next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and held on tight.

Buffy wondered how long she'd have to endure the sick vampire and his little tantrums...

The couple were both asleep within minutes, still wrapped up in each other's arms...

*~*~*~*

The little moans and groans woke Buffy two hours later.

"Baby, my tummy hurts..." Angelus whimpered like a little boy.

Buffy reached up and stroked his hair out of his face and kissed his cheek. "Go to sleep, my poor little vampy," she crooned in his ear soothingly and they both went back to sleep.

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