Rating: Undecided as of yet. This part is PG
Summary: Based off a challenge sent to me, challenge posted below.
Basic Idea =Remember the vampire that was copying Angelus (I think his name was Penn or maybe it was Gunn?) Anyway somehow he knows about the period of time in which Angelus was released after angel and Buffy had slept together and he decided to recreate that by going after Buffy ....Cordelia has a vision of this and Spike runs into Penn who happens to spill his plan not knowing that Spike is part of the Scooby gang....angel goes to Sunnydale to stop him from hurting Buffy and Buffy and angel reunite.
Must Haves
Buffy/Angel
Riley being killed
Faith must be in this and be good slayer...she and Buffy have to be friends
Faith/Spike
Willow/Oz
Cordy/Doyle
Xander/Anya
Giles/someone
Angel and Gunn/Penn (still not sure his name) fighting
Angel finding out Buffy is pregnant (from IWRY)
Buffy remembering
Joyce being put in her place (far away and out of Buffy's life)
The song when your eyes say it by Britney Spears (want the lyrics email me)
Spike and Angel talking about their slayers:) and be friends
A big happy fluffy cute romantic ending
Try and Include 6 of these
Spike in a superman T-shirt
Angel in a Batman T-shirt
Spike baking cookies
Giles throwing a party
Redecorating the mansion
A bubble bath
A thunder/rain storm that causes the power to go out
A really cute Faith/Spike moment
A book of poetry
Eskimo kisses
A double proposal
And by the way, the guy's name is Penn. Gunn was the leader of the vampire hunter wannabes that help Angel break into Wolfram and Hart to get the Scroll of Aberjian.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, not even the idea is mine, it belongs to Ryan, who issued the challenge off of one of my lists that I'm on at Egroups. If this is your challenge, please mail me and I'll acknowledge it.
Spoilers: I'm gonna go with most of the last seasons for both shows since I can't remember everything.
Feedback: Sure, I'd love some

It was dark inside the downtown Los Angeles bar called Maggie's Place. The clients there were not always of good standing, in face; a few of the regulars were vile demons. A young looking blonde man with a goatee sat with a beer in his hand, talking to some college Frat boy with greasy hair and a messy disposition. But his problem interested the man because it had something to do with Angelus, and a girl named Buffy, a girl who was the Chosen One. "You don't say," Penn murmured in shock. He was absolutely appalled that his sire, of all people, had a thing for the very woman in every generation sworn to kill them.

"And that's not the worst part," the boy said miserably. "The worst was when she told me how he lost his soul for a while." Penn grew intrigued; it would be good to have his old sire back again.

"How's that?" he asked the lad.

"She slept with him on the night of her seventeenth birthday, gave him a moment of 'pure' happiness, and he became a monster. Her friends helped her curse him again though," the boy answered. He slapped a folded photo down on the table of an exquisite looking blonde woman. "That's her, Buffy Summers, the girl they call the Slayer. I met her when I was at school a few months ago, I left Sunnydale for a break, my boss said I deserved it." Penn had to take some pity on the boy; he was clearly drunk and did not know what he was saying.

"C'mon," he said. "Let's go to this other place I know all about, it'll help you forget the girl." The boy stood, and they left the bar. Once they were out in an alley, Penn took the boy before he could make a sound of complaint and drained him of his blood. He grimaced at the bitter taste as he left the body drop to the ground, the boy was not in good health, and on steroids too. He stooped and pulled the picture from the boy's coat pocket, and slipped it in his own before straightening and walking off into the night. A smile on his face.

Angel stretched his feet out on his desk, leaned back in his chair and closed his weary eyes. He hadn't gotten much sleep lately with the threat that Penn had made about the most awful thing he could think of. The problem was that so many of those awful things involved Buffy. He hadn't heard from his old friend in many days, and he was beginning to hope he'd left town for something more interesting. Cordelia and Wesley were arguing good naturedly over something, and Doyle was watching with an amused smile on his face, stroking the brunette actress' hand. "AH!" Cordelia shrieked, buckling with the force of the vision that flashed before her eyes. Doyle grabbed her and held her while she trembled, Wesley went after the aspirin.

"What'd you see 'Delia?" he asked. Cordelia moaned and pressed at her temples tiredly.

"That 'friend' of Angel's, he's going to Sunnydale," she mumbled. "I think someone tipped him off that's where the rest of Angel's friends are."

The door swung open, but no one inside paid much attention to it until a voice rang out. "What happened?" Kate asked in shock, seeing Cordelia Chase lying in her boyfriend's arms and looking sicker than a dog. Her eyes showed nothing but pain.

"She had a vision," Angel mumbled, too frantic to deal with the formalities. "Penn's going to our hometown, someone probably tipped him off we have friends there."

"Angel's ex-girlfriend is there too," Cordelia mumbled, forgetting whom she was talking to. She weakly stood. "I'll call Giles if you guys wanna go pack, I've still got stuff at my parents' house, and in any case I could borrow stuff from the girls. God, does this mean I have to deal with Xander?"

"He comes with the town," Angel replied with a grin. "If I have to deal with him, you have to deal with him, besides, he's supposedly changed now that he's got a girlfriend again."

"Who?" Cordelia asked, vaguely interested.

"Anya," Angel replied.

"He's dating an ex-demon?" Cordelia exclaimed. "The same girl who was the patron of scorned women that I accidentally called up and made a wish so that the world was funky with? Geeze, and I thought he was demon phobic since he hated you so much."

"Anyanka," Wesley sighed. "She's a fairly annoying girl."

"She's eleven hundred years old, Wes, she's not a normal teenager," Cordelia pointed out.

"And Xander didn't hate me because I was a vampire, he hated me because I had Buffy," Angel answered quietly. Cordelia picked up the phone, and the others went to go collect their clothing for the trip.

Buffy lounged on the sofa in Giles' living room, her eyes lazily swept over the room, taking inventory of her friends. Giles was curled up in the nook with Olivia, reading a book to her. Xander and Anya were curled up in one of the overstuffed armchairs. And Willow was lying against Oz on the love seat, looking over some spells that the Wiccan wanted to try. Riley still wasn't back from his shore leave. Not that she minded, of course. He was slightly annoying, and clingy to her, unreceptive of her past with Angel.

The phone rang, and Giles reached over to answer it, turning pale only seconds later before hanging up. "What?" the Slayer asked.

"A vampire named Penn is on his way here," Giles answered. "That was Cordelia warning us, you in particular Buffy, this fellow is an old friend of Angel's and he'd made previous threats of something horrible."

"I know who Penn is, Angel's told me lots about his past," she said quietly, her voice strained and harsh. "He was among the first vampires that Angel sired, he's about two hundred years old."

"They're on their way here, Cordelia's apparently had some ominous vision that he is on his way here, and they don't want to take chances," Giles added his voice slightly meek with mention of the visit.

*

Spike grinned as he trailed a safe distance behind the Slayer. Faith kept looking around for him, sensing him in the pit of her stomach. She cut through a yard full of laundry hanging out to dry. He ducked behind a row of white sheets when she turned around fully. He watched her shadow as she walked back to the edge of the cloth, and when she poked her head around, he jumped back to the other side.

Faith grinned, she knew exactly what vampire mastermind was playing games with her tonight, and she walked like a shadow, her feet making no sound as she raced around to the other side, where she saw his shadow silhouetted by the moonlight. She pounced on him, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms about his neck. "Gotcha," she teased, lowering her head to nibble on his neck. Her mahogany hair tumbled down like a curtain over his shoulder.

"William the Bloody," a new voice mused. The couple broke apart to see a man with short blonde hair and a goatee standing there with an amused look on his face. "What ever happened to Drusilla, my friend?"

"Who cares," Spike answered easily. "She's much better."

"And she's human," Penn teased. "Well, not to brag, but I'm here after a specific human. This one has an interesting little relationship with our sire, and she happens to be a Slayer. I do like to kill Slayers, they've got such spunk. You know, until I drain it out of them."

Faith made a low, growling noise in anger, Spike squeezed her waist to cut off any reaction she would have. "So what's the plan, mate?" Spike asked. "Because I've tangled with this Slayer you're talking about. She's one hearty little bitch, even put me in a wheelchair for a few months. She's a stuck up tight ass with no sense of fun. All she does is work, work, work, work, work. It's bloody infuriating."

"Well, seeing is how I killed the idiot Frat boy who told me this information, I'm thinking she's not exactly as prepared as you make her out to be," Penn bragged. "Besides, I'm both older, and stronger than you. She shouldn't be too much of a match for me."

"Oh, I don't know mate, she's kicked Angel's ass all the way to hell," Spike replied. "He lost his namby pamby soul and was starting to be fun again when he decided he was going to send the world into hell. Only his blood could open and close the gate again. So she beat him to a pulp, and rammed a sword through his chest, sending him to Hades."

"I like to study my victims before I go after them," Penn said.

"Oh Angelus knew her inside and out, and she still did him a good one," Spike broke in. "By the by, who was your late informant?"

"Some idiot with greasy blonde hair and a hick accent," Penn answered. "I think he was her boyfriend, the way he was carrying on about how horrible it was that she was in love with a vampire."

"Riley Finn?" Spike asked warily. Penn snapped his fingers.

"That's it!" he agreed. "That was the worst blood I've had in a century. Steroids, malnutrition, the works." He shifted slightly. "Anyway, I've got to go find a lair before sunrise. Ta." With that, he was off like the wind, and Faith turned to Spike.

"Who the HELL was that?" she demanded, furious that Spike knew someone that was after her best friend.

"That, pet, was one of the first vampires Angel ever made," Spike answered. "We've only met a few times, when I was first made, and whenever he'd stop by to see Angelus."

"We have to get to Buffy," Faith decided. "Warn her about him."

"Yes, love, we really do," Spike sighed, taking her by the hand and racing with her over to the Watcher's house. There was a black convertible parked out front that wasn't familiar to either of them, and when they walked inside, they found Angel and his friends from the agency, including some blonde, that Faith remembered as a cop. "You'll never believe who we just saw."

"Penn?" Angel asked in a tired voice.

"That's right," Spike agreed.

"He's got one stupid ass plan for going after you Buff," Faith said. "Almost as dumb as some of Spike's were in the past."

"In other interesting news, I know who the leak was too," Spike informed them, all stirred alert. "The very late, Fish boy."

"Are you saying that Riley's dead?" Willow asked in confusion.

"Exactly what I'm saying, love, but not before he spilled his guts to mister copycat about Blondie," Spike replied.

"And we all know that doing a happy dance is inappropriate for that, no matter how much we want it," Xander quipped. "'Cause that would be WRONG."

Angel watched Buffy to gauge her reaction to the news. It didn't seem to bother her all that much, and he wondered if she'd been lying when she said that she was in love with Finn. "Did he say anything else?" the blonde Slayer asked finally, rubbing at her temples.

"Just looking for a place to stay before sunrise," Spike replied with shrug. "He's not big on the mental capacity. And he obviously can't sense Slayers, because he never gave a second thought to Faith, other than that she was human."

"Good," Buffy sighed. "It's safer that way."

There was no sign of the vampire for weeks, and Buffy knew he was out there, watching her every move. But she was beginning to forget one night when she was walking home alone. Her knees crumbled at the pain to the back of her head. She made a weak strangled noise, and sank to the ground, unconscious. Penn whistled cheerfully as he dragged her small body back to the warehouse he was staying in. She was just coming awake as he finished putting the chains on. Her eyes were a startling blue, he admired them for a moment before he moved away. "You must be Penn," she said in a bored voice.

"You don't sound so surprised," he stated. "Did someone tell you I was here?"

"Yeah, Spike did," Buffy replied. "You know, he's gotten so much easier to control with that behavior modification chip in his head."

"You put a chip in his head?" Penn asked in awe.

"Not me, my boyfriend that you killed," Buffy replied. "The group he was with did all sorts of things to demons."

"You don't sound so upset that I killed him," Penn mused.

"I never loved him," Buffy replied with a shrug. "I love Angel, I always have, and I probably always will."

"So he was just a guy who was too stupid to realize that Angelus was too possessive to ever actually let you go completely?" Penn asked. The Slayer nodded, then winced as the pain set in.

"You're boring me," she announced finally. "What's the deal? How have you planned for me to die?"

"You seem interested in your death," Penn questioned her.

"You evil guys get more creative every week," she retorted. "Last time, it was a bunch of idiots called the Skulls, they wanted to drop me in acid. Before that was a group of fairy tale demons called the Gentlemen who wanted to cut out my heart. My favorite was the fear demon, who trapped us all in a Frat house, and used magick to scare us all to death, only he was about two inches tall when I called him forth completely." She tipped her head. "Or it could be the one person who succeeded in killing me by biting me and drowning me. One of my friends and Angel found me after that and gave me CPR, so I came back, and now the Master is a bag of bones. Well, ground up bones, so they can't try and raise him again."

"Stop stalling," Penn scolded. "It'll only make the pain worse. You see, you're going to become like me."

"Oh that's SO original," she quipped. "Where have I heard that a million times?" Just then, the doors were kicked down, the brunette from the night he spoke with Spike was standing there with a mighty pissed look on her face.

"Mouth looks better closed," the brunette said with a sneer. She snapped her fingers and the place began to fill with people, all of them armed with torches and stakes. Among them were the Slayer's friends, Angelus and his group, and Detective Lockley. Spike was also there, moving to the front with his girlfriend. In the back, Penn noticed some more soldiers that had been at the bar with that kid that he'd killed.

"Are you okay?" a brunette man asked the Slayer.

"He's boring me to death," the blonde Slayer answered with the roll of her eyes. "Same old sitch, some lame assed attempt at turning the Slayer. I'm fine, my wrists are a little chaffed though. Guess I should stop humoring him for a while." Penn turned to look at her in confusion, and she gave the chains a gentle yank with her wrists, and the shackles fell cleanly off, rings snapped in half from the force. The last thing he remembered was her right foot connecting with his head, and then…darkness.

*

.They were carrying the vampire to the mansion when it began to pour rain. All raced to seek shelter in the large building. They quickly chained Penn with the shackles Buffy had used on Angel after his return from hell. Then they all went in search of actual clothing. Everything that Angel had left there in his closets had been stolen, bar a few lone items that Buffy snatched for the girls and Xander and Giles. All that Spike and Angel could see was a Batman T-shirt and a Superman one, loud groans of protest escaped their mouths before they finally shrugged on the dry shirts. Spike looked at Angel. "If this leaves your mouth again, you will regret it mate," he growled. He left Angel alone in the room that had once been the older vampires.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a streak of ivory flesh, and he grinned. The only person who knew he was still back here was Buffy, and so he crept into the bathroom, where he found the giant antique tub surrounded by the glow of candlelight. It made him glad, there was almost no light in the house, bar that of the fire in the great hall, the storm had already knocked the blasted electricity out. The tub itself was filled with fragrant bubbles, and soft jazz music played over the radio unit. A soft, feminine giggle met his ears, and a pair of well-toned arms encircled his waist, thudding on the giant bat logo on the shirt he was wearing. "Are you really Batman?" the Slayer asked in a mock breathy voice.

"And if I am?" he responded with a chuckle.

"Then I'd ask to see your Batmobile," she answered, pressing her face against his back. He turned to face her, his gaze dropping down to admire her naked body. His eyes narrowed in confusion when he saw that her abdomen protruded slightly like it was swollen. Her gaze dropped from his and his hand automatically reached out to feel the throbbing heartbeat in her womb.

Buffy was pregnant.

*

Spike walked out into the other room, slightly embarrassed by the inquiring looks his friends were giving him. They'd sent him to see what was going on with Buffy and Angel. "She's telling him," was all he said. They accepted this, nodding, thankful that their friend had finally decided to tell Angel that she was expecting a child.

"Telling him what?" Forrest asked. They'd come back here with the small group, the whole of what was left of Riley's troupe. They were at a total loss here. Their boss' girlfriend was off telling some vampire something that everyone seemed pleased about.

"Buffy's pregnant," Anya said bluntly. Forrest got a pleased smile on his face.

"Riley's a father? His family will be so pleased," he said happily. Anya snorted, and the others more politely tried to disguise their amusement.

"I'd hate to see that child," the ex-demon announced. "Riley isn't the father…Angel is." Forrest and Graham sputtered in shock.

"How could this happen?" Graham demanded.

"I warned Ri about girls like her," Forrest said, shaking his head.

"Hey!" Willow yelped, realizing what he'd said. "That's our friend you're talking about, and this happened before she and Riley even got together. About two and a half months before, and about two and a half months after Parker, around Thanksgiving."

*

Angel stood there with Buffy, awe and shock registering on his face. She started to say something, but he silenced her. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you, and that I'm glad you have something to remember Riley by," he said, emotion flooding his tones.

"It's not Riley's," Buffy confessed softly, bringing her gaze from the floor to level with his. "It's yours."

*

.He felt like he might be dreaming, and Angel tried for everything that he had to shake himself out of the instantaneous stupor that had come over him at her words. Mine? His mind kept echoing. This miracle is mine? And yet it seemed to fit; everything about her since that night he'd put a ring on her finger had been his, no matter how much they both denied it.

When he could finally focus on Buffy's face, the beautiful sight was marred by the positively frightened look on her features. "Wow," was all he could manage. Relief flooded her, and for some reason that unnerved him. His fingers reached out and brushed her womb before tilting her chin. "You never have anything to fear from me Buffy, ever." She looked startled.

"How did you-?" she asked, her voice trailing off as her gaze fell again. He once again lifted her chin, brushing beside her eyes with the gentlest tip of his finger.

"Your eyes are so open and expressive," he murmured. "If I ever want to know what you're thinking, all I have to do is look in them." She looked like she might cry, and he gave a crooked smile. "Now, how about that bath?"

Penn awakened slowly in his strange surroundings. He was chained to a wall by manacles, in a building he'd never seen before. The Slayer's friends sat near a fire, the only seeming light besides that of an occasional lightning bolt. Yet Angelus and the Slayer seemed to be missing. He did not have to wait long, his sire came back out with the Slayer on his arm and an obscenely large smile on his face. He looked extremely proud of himself, but Penn didn't want to get into the meaning of that smile right now, he wanted to get free.

When he rattled his chains to test the strength, Angelus looked over at him pityingly and said, "They're magically enhanced. You won't ever break them."

"You seem mighty proud of yourself peaches," Spike observed as he entered the room. Angel made no answer, simply shrugged, and strode across the room to Penn. He stood in front of his former protégé quietly for a moment before striking him savagely across the face. Penn's head turned with the force of the blow. Then he simply walked away, leaving the room. Buffy leapt up to follow him, leaving her friends alone with the psychotic vampire.

"What was that all about?" Xander asked.

"Rule number two in the Vampire handbook, you don't go after the object of your sire's affection," Spike put it simply.

"Wow, what's rule one?"

"Don't kill your sire," Penn said from across the room, weakly raising his head.

"Well, you boys are breaking rules left and right these days, huh?" Faith mused. "I mean with Darla dear dead and all, and this moron going after the only thing on earth that Angel cares about, it's pretty much sin city."

"What are the other rules?" Willow asked eagerly.

"Not for innocent ears luv," Spike apologized. "I'll try and think of a way to water them down for you later." Faith beamed.

"That's my boyfriend," she said in a proud voice, pulling Spike down for a gentle kiss.

Buffy felt like she was on Cloud Nine, and yet she feared it because every time she'd ever had a smidgen of happiness in her life, something always seemed to go wrong and take it away from her. And here she was, floating on a wave of euphoria with Angel at her side and in her bed, and as the willing father of her unborn babe. Curled up in his arms, buried under layers of coverlets on his large bed, she slept, and he watched the emotions cross her face as she dreamed.

Right…remove the temptation…I want to stay awake so this day can keep happening…Sleep, we'll make another one like it tomorrow…I'm guessing that expression doesn't mean they were out of fresh OJ at the deli…It's not enough time…I'll never forget, never forget!

Images battered her emotions, causing a choked sob, and warm tears to slide down her face. She sobbed still as she felt her eyes flutter open. When her vision cleared, she was looking into Angel's concerned face. "I felt your heart beat," she whimpered so softly he was almost sure she'd said nothing, but she had, and wonder filled his eyes for the millionth time that night. She wept bitterly in his arms for everything that had been stolen from them, some of such stolen by him. He only held her and murmured soothing things into her ear.

"I'm so sorry beloved," he said softly, smoothing her damp hair away from her flawless skin that seemed to be blotched with angry red color.

"I understand," she whispered. And like that, all the wounds that Angel still carried from the ordeal vanished as if they'd never existed.

*

."C'mon baby, push!" Angel ordered, gripping her hand as tightly as she was his. Nine months into the difficult pregnancy, and Buffy had never been more beautiful to him than she was at this moment, as she was giving birth to their daughter. Another scream ripped from her delicate body, and he had to chuckle. She could face nearly dying so many times, and blows from the strongest of supernatural opponents, but she couldn't handle the pain of childbirth, she'd demanded a local the second she'd gone into labor. "C'mon baby, you can do it."

The Slayer let out one last agonizing scream, and suddenly a tiny wail sounded through out the room. A smile broke over the couple's faces, Angel pressed his forehead against Buffy's, ignoring the thick coat of sweat that covered hers. "We did it," she whispered.

"You did it," he corrected hoarsely, the tears beginning to fall. "This is something I wouldn't even let myself dream of, and here you are, a girl out of my dreams, giving it to me, a child to call my own, and her mother being the most precious thing in my universe."

One of the nurses sniffled, they were the most romantic couple she'd seen in years, and she hated to interrupt, but it was for a good reason when she pushed the infant into her mother's arms. The adoring looks in the parents eyes were more than enough to convince her that true love and happiness still existed. "What would you like to name her?" she asked them.

"Amy," the woman whispered. She looked up at the young man. "It means beloved one." He smiled and nodded.

"And a middle name?" the nurse asked kindly.

"Nikki," the man said, and the woman nodded her agreement. And thus, Amy Nikki Summers-O'Brian came into the world.

Author Note: I know I didn't follow the challenge exactly, but I needed to add this cute little ending in before I suffered from writer's block like I do with many of the hundreds of stories I have that are never finished because of that wretched curse. The requirements I didn't add were Joyce being put in her place (I'm not in that mean of a mood) and the Britney Spears song because I have a moral objection to her

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