Disclaimer: I don't own any Buffy/Angel characters. I also don't own the 'Price is Right'.
Pairings: B/S, A/C, B/A
Summary: The gang(s) are on that CBS game show 'The Price is Right' This fic is seen from different POV's, it is specified by "so-and-so's POV" so you know who's speaking.
Spoilers: Need to know that in one AtS ep. (Don't know which) the gang gave his name as Geraldo Angel. First half of AtS and BtVS
Rating: PG-13 for references of sex and language.
FEEDBACK: LIKE CHOCOLATE! ADDICTIVE! LIKE ANGEL IN A BATH TOWEL! YUMMY! :)
Distribution: Just tell me where it's going!
Dedication: To that sorta scary Price is Right host, Bob Barker. Come on down!
AN 1: 'The Price is Right' is a game show that's been on CBS every morning for, like, thirty years. I think now it's on during evenings, too. It's just a game show that has a live studio audience. To get to the competition area, you have to run down an aisle. REMEMBER THAT! Oh, and you spin an upright wheel, not like the one of 'Wheel of Fortune'. It's a good idea that you either watch the show or read about it before/during/after this fic!
AN 2: Sorry about the lame game show idea. I had the flu over Spring Break this year and wrote this after watching TPIR

The studio at CBS Television City was packed. A roaring crowd had arrived to be on the Price Is Right. Rod Roddy, who had been the announcer for The Price is Right for, like, thirty years, announced the next contestant. Angel looked over at Cordy, Wes, and Gunn and shook his head.

"I cannot believe you talked me into being a contestant on The Price is Right," said Angel.

Cordelia looked at her friend and said, "Come on, you big baby. This show is a living classic. Besides, I'm sure when they bring out the female models in the bathing suits, all three of you will change your minds."

"Bathing suits?" the three asked in unison.

"Bathing suits. On jet skis or on boats or in empty hot tubs," explained Cordelia.

"Well," said Angel, "I for one am liking this idea more and more."

"Well, of course you would," hissed Cordelia, "you're the one who hasn't had sex in like three years!"

The people in the row in front of them turned around and looked at Angel.

"Oh, good, Cor, why don't you just announce it?" said Angel.

A short brunette in front of him whispered to her friend, "I don't see how someone that fine cannot have had sex in three years! You get him cornered and let me at him. He'll be begging for more." The girls began to laugh and Angel covered his face with his hands.

The audience began screaming and the four turned to see a man in a Marine's uniform run down the aisle and stood behind the podium with a microphone. Bob Barker began to speak and people started naming prices on a yellow refrigerator.

"Sorry, Angel, but you heard what those girls said. You're a honey!" said Cordelia, popping a few green Chiclets in her mouth.

"I already knew that, Cordelia," Angel told her with a sarcastic roll of his eyes.

"Someone is a little conceited!" exclaimed Gunn.

"My problem isn't volunteers- I have had plenty of those. My problem is…well you know my problem!" said Angel in defense.

"Yes, let us all thank Buffy for your "problem"," said Wesley in a voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Thank you," they said together.

"For what?" replied a confused and slightly amused voice.

**

(The following seen from Cordy's POV)

I swear to God, Angel must have jumped five feet out of his chair. We all turned around and Buffy with Will and Xander were all standing there, tickets in hand. They were all wearing the gaudy pricetag nametags. Xander and Willow both looked totally surprised, but Buffy took it as if she saw us everyday- plus mucho hugs.

If we ended up on national television hugging like fools, I am going to go on a rampage.

Okay, maybe I'm putting this wrong. Buffy, Wesley, Willow, and myself were hugging like crazed fools. Gunn looked damn confused and Xander tried to melt into the wallpaper. (Yes, that gaudy 70's wallpaper! Do they have no taste?)

As For Angel-, he was trying his best to flirt with the young girls in front of him. But it just wasn't working, and I can't say I wasn't utterly pleased about this.

Buffy smiled at Gunn, glanced at her ex and then led the way to their seats. Willow and Xander followed.

Once I was back down in my seat, I slapped Angel in the arm. He pulled it back.

"What the hell was that for?" asked Angel.

"Did you not see Buffy and Will here about three seconds ago?" I snapped, hitting him again.

"Ow, and yes!" he told me sharply.

"So what's with the non-verbal?"

Before Angel could give me an excuse, Gunn started clapping. We were on the monitor. I froze as Rod Roddy said these terrifying words:

"Geraldo Angel! Come on down! You are the next contestant on The Price is Right!" shouted Rod Roddy.

Oh. My. God.

(Angel's POV)

I got out of my seat and looked at my friends. They were staring at me. I swear if I could have melted into the thirty-year old carpet, you bet I would have. But I did just like I had seen on TV and ran towards the podiums with the microphones.

And then- the inevitable happened.

I tripped.

I tripped on national television.

Face first, arms flung out, looking like an idiot.

And I did it on national television.

I didn't have the nerve to scrape myself off of the carpet, so I lay there helplessly for a moment or two. Then a hand was outstretched and a familiar voice said, "So, Deadboy, you want help up or are you going to lay there like an idiot?"

With gritted teeth, I let Xander help me up. His unusually strong grip on my hand was enough to make my hand hurt. When I looked at the others he was with, they were laughing so hard both were crying. I sheepishly made my way to my very own sky blue podium. An old woman from Kansas and the Marine were on either side of me. Even Bob Barker was laughing. I wanted to die. I really did.

A lovely lady in a white skirt and beige top stood and did the arm-thing to display a set of golf clubs.

I love golf!

Okay, so I can't play it during the day. I do love to play mini-golf at night. Wes and I bond at the Hole in One Golf Course half a block away from the hotel. I always win. And that pisses poor Wes off. I can't help it if I'm a natural talent at miniature golf.

Bob came and asked me what I thought the price for the golf clubs were. I looked the old geezer right in the eyes and I knew he was still laughing at me. But he made no snide remarks.

"Three hundred and forty-five dollars, Bob," I said stonily. It was the exact price and I knew it.

Finally, Bob announced the right price- $345.00. Nananabooboo! Immature, yes, but that gets them all back for laughing at me when I fell and looked like a complete ass on national television. I came up the stairs slowly, praying that I would not fall. I didn't.

"I believe you are the first contestant to fall on his way down to the podium," said Bob with a smile.

I stood there, wondering if he could hear the low growl emanating from my throat. I just clenched my jaw and looked at Wes and Cordy, who were still laughing. Gunn had run out of the studio because he was laughing so hard.

Buffy was just watching me up there, playing for a chance to spin the big wheel and be in the showcase showdown. If I moved left, her eyes moved with me. I had to admit I was slightly unsettled by this. Willow was being extremely supportive, clapping and hollering for me. Xander- well, Xander acted like he didn't even know I was up there. Can't say I was too disappointed about that one.

"Rod, show Angel what he is going to be playing for?" asked Bob, turning to the man in the booth. Rod wore a god-awful sequined suit.

"Angel will be playing for a…. BRAND NEW CAR!" shouted Rod excitedly. The doors opened revealing a jet-black Mustang convertible.

"This 2002 Ford Mustang convertible comes complete with airbags, antilock brakes, a CD player, and that's not all," said Rod.

I was screaming so loudly that I would have passed out if I was human.

I was jumping up and down and yelling, excited about the new car I could so easily win. I saw another door unveil…a year's supply of Wonderbread? What the hell am I gonna do with a year's supply of Wonderbread? I don't eat!

I shot a glance at Cordelia. She looked so excited about the car. She was standing up and jumping all around. And I loved her then. I had loved her for a long time, but now I loved her even more. Hell- I loved her because she was excited about the damn Wonderbread.

"Angel, if you can put these numbers in order and they match the price of the car, the car and the bread are yours!" exclaimed Bob, pushing me forward to a board with five green squares.

I knew that numbers would pop up as I guessed the price.

"Thirty-seven thousand, eight-hundred and seventy dollars, Bob," I said quickly.

"If you are within one thousand, five hundred dollars of the actual retail price, Angel, you win the car. Show me the actual retail price!" exclaimed Bob.

Thirty eight thousand, seven-hundred and eighty dollars popped on the screen. I had done it! I had won the car! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn rushed the stage. They started hugging me and jumping up and down.

"Folks," said Bob Barker, "the game is not over. Angel still has to spin the big wheel."

"He could probably break the wheel, Bob," said Gunn curtly. He led Cordy and Wes off the stage and back to their seats. A pretty woman in a red suit came and led me back stage, where I would wait until I spun the wheel.

* (Willow's POV)

I couldn't say I wasn't happy for Angel about winning the Ford Mustang. But I knew Buffy was seething beside me. I could practically hear her thinking, 'What are Angel and Cordelia gonna do in that Mustang?' I placed a hand on her shoulder. She smiled.

Xander looked perturbed.

"Xander," I said, "Don't be made about the car."

"I'm not man about the fact that Dead Boy won the car of my dreams. I'm made because he had his hand on Cordelia's ass," said Xander, pounding the armrest with a fist.

*I guess old crushes die hard*

That was not the right thing to say. Buffy practically pulled a Linda Blair as she looked at Xander, her eyes shocked and mouth in a silent O. After a moment, she calmed down and I knew she was crafting a plan. I spotted Cordelia with Wesley and Gunn heading back to their seats. They gave small waves and I smiled back.

"Let's not get jealous here, people," said Xander rationally. Buffy silenced him with a glare.

Bob called up the Marine who had come down first onto the stage. He had just won a beautiful red pool table. The Marine was attractive, I suppose, and my best girl friend could not keep her eyes off of him. This was probably not a good thing when her extremely possessive but-possibly-in-love-with-Cordelia-ex-boyfriend was in the studio.

A moment later, Rod Roddy started to speak.

"Willow Rosenberg, come on down! You're the next contestant on the Price is Right!" shouted Rod. Carefully I hurried down to the podium and was greeted warmly by Bob.

Then everything went black.

(Cordelia's POV)

I could barely make out the goings-on up ahead, but I saw Willow twist and fall. She had passed out. Xander was up and running to his best friend. I tried to contain my laughter, but to no avail. Gunn gave me a playful, shut-up punch on the shoulder.

I saw Willow be helped back up. They began to bid on a mahogany carved bedroom set. If she didn't want it, I would take it. Then- ye gods- Willow won the bedroom set!

There was definite Scooby Power in the CBS studio today! I saw her carefully make her way up to the stage and began to hug Bob. She wore a pink shirt that said, "The Scoobs Luv Bob Barker!"

Oh, good lord. She was the woman you see on TV with the t-shirt that says "We luv Bob." What a fashion victim!

(From Willow's POV)

I became a win-aholic. I had to win whatever was behind that door. The double doors opened, revealing three items- a computer, gym equipment, and a big-screen TV. I was supposed to bid on the collective price of these items. If I were close to it, I would spin the wheel.

I knew I would not win if I guessed, so I used black magic. Once I won, I shook Bob's hand and ran off stage like a crazy person. I was struck by stage fright. I couldn't help but be scared. I knew Angel, a friend, would be backstage to comfort me the best he could.

When I saw Angel backstage, I froze.

It was my worst nightmare- Angel was in his underwear in a hot tub with Barker's Beauties.

(From Angel's POV)

I was having a great time in the hot tub with Barker's beauties when Willow busted me. She froze. What was even more incriminating- I was in black boxers. Now Willow had seen me in my almost birthday suit. Begrudgingly, I climbed from the hot tub and dried off. Once I had dried off and gotten dressed, I joined Willow by the snack table.

"Hi," she said nervously.

"Hey. How are you?" I asked her.

"Not in a hot tub full of women in bathing suits, but fine, thank you," said Willow teasingly.

"Oh. About that…don't mention it to Cordelia," I said.

Willow stopped in mid-bite of her muffin. She slowly swallowed and wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand.

"What's going on with you two? I mean, Xander saw you grab her ass after you won the car, Angel," Willow told me.

I felt sort of sick all of the sudden.

"Really?" I croaked.

"Really," she said, "and far be it for me to pry- but what the HELL is going on?"

"Will, I've always been able to talk to you. So I'm entrusting you with a secret," I told her.

"You slept with Cordelia!" she exclaimed, hitting me in the arm.

"No! Yes! No! It's not important, okay. Just listen to me for a sec. I'm in love with her, Will. I love Cordelia."

"Oh, this is not good," she noted stonily, setting her muffin down on the snack table. A moment later, she walked away.

(Cordelia's POV)

A break was called in the filming, and Gunn ran to the restroom, leaving Buffy, Wesley, Xander, and myself together. We congregated nervously around the Minute Maid juice machine in the hall by the restrooms. The others walked into separate bathrooms, leaving just Xander and me.

"How are you, Xand?"

"Not bad, C.C. I haven't seen you in three years, but I'm doing well. You?"

"Never better. Angel is so much fun to work with, going after demons and fussing. Xander, I work with the world's oldest teenager," I explained. Angel was prone to hormonal outbursts (the thing with Lilah Morgan on his desk), mood swings (firing us all), and seclusion (which was pretty normal, so I need not an example).

"Cordelia, can I ask you a question before Wesley, Gunn, and Buffy come back from the bathroom?" he asked me, pulling me aside.

"Yeah, Xander. Sure. What's going on?" I asked.

"DoyouloveAngel?" he asked.

"What!" I shouted.

Xander wilted slightly and said, "Do you love Angel? I mean, LOVE Angel. Not 'he's my best friend so I love him' love. I mean, well, to be extremely accurate- are you in love with him?"

I caved.

"I'm not really sure, Xander. I mean, Angel is attractive, and has a lot of appealing qualities, but whenever I think about it, I get guilty," I explained.

"Oh. Because of B-u-f-f-y?" he spelled out.

"Y-e-s," I hissed back sarcastically.

"Look. If I told you what Buffy and Spike had been doing a couple months ago, you wouldn't feel so guilty," Xander hinted and made a hand motion as she came towards us from the restroom. "And- the thing with you and Angel? For the record- let me vomit out my intestines."

"They had SEX!" I shouted in shock, disregarding his comment entirely.

The twenty or so people in the hall turned to face us and I blushed deep red. She-who-will-not-be-named looked from Xander to me, and the back at Xander. She gave him an extremely cruel look.

"If you tell ANYONE that I…*you know* with Spike, I will hunt you down and kill you myself."

Point taken.

(From Willow's POV)

I was up on stage with Buffy's sexy marine, an old lady, and Angel, waiting to spin the wheel. Buffy's sexy marine didn't do so well. I turned and saw her; she looked genuinely shocked that her sexy marine was gone.

The old lady could barely spin the wheel and it landed on five cents. Then it landed on ten cents, adding up to fifteen. She went and stood under this board that had the number fifteen on a computerized screen.

Angel approached the wheel.

"Buffy had sex with Spike!"

* (From Angel's POV)

"Buffy had sex with Spike!" exclaimed Willow.

I gripped the wheel so hard it broke. Bob Barker put his face in his hands and asked for another wheel to be brought out. I waited until Bob had left the stage and we went to commercial break to confront the redheaded Wicca.

"Buffy did what with Spike?" I asked jealously.

"That's right!" yelled my ex from the aisle. "I had sex with Spike! More than once! And it was good!"

I bit my lip to keep from screaming at her.

"Ew!" yelled Xander.

"Shut up!" the rest of us yelled at the same time.

"No! Everybody gets to have sex except me! Even Spike is getting action!" he shouted.

"I don't get to have sex!" I yelled back, as if there was no one but us in the studio.

The crowd began to laugh and I was horrified.

"Because I'm a Catholic monk and have to abstain!" I shouted in defense.

The crowd quieted.

"Damn sexy monk!" shouted a voice.

"Then why did you sleep with Cordelia and Darla!" shouted Willow.

"TELL ME THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN AT THE SAME TIME!" screamed my ex. Her face was red and she was extremely flustered.

Cordelia stood up, her face an ashen mess.

"Xander, no, everybody, no! It wasn't at the same time! Oh, god, I have to go!" shouted Cordelia. She ran out the door.

"Willow! This is all your fault!" I roared.

"It's not my fault if you have the libido of JFK!" retorted Willow.

"I was just up here to spin the damn wheel and then you tell me that my ex-girlfriend did the nasty with Spike and so I screamed out and then she told me how good it was, then you announced to everyone about me and Cordelia and Darla! Please illustrate how this is not your fault, Willow!" I shouted.

Bob came back on stage.

"Everyone, please," he said, "another wheel will be brought out soon."

"Hey, Buff!" I called, "did you have sex with Xander, too? How about good old Bob up here, did you sleep with him too?"

"You ass hole!" she shouted.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" screamed Gunn as he came down the aisle.

Everyone in the entire studio fell silent, including Bob Barker.

"Angel, I'm real sorry that your girl did the nasty with Spike. And Buff, I'm sorry Angel did the nasty with Darla and then with Cordelia. And Bob, I'm sorry my dumb-ass boss Angel broke your wheel. And Willow, Xander, and Wesley, I'm sorry that our plan didn't work out!" he yelled.

"Plan?" the Slayer and I asked together.

"Yeah. Plan," said Xander.

"Care to explain?" asked my ex angrily. (The words my ex just seems to fit right now.)

"Well, we understand your meeting didn't go so well and we wanted you guys to be happy," said Willow weakly.

"Aw," cooed the studio audience.

"That is beautiful," commented Bob. "But we need to continue with our game. Everyone back to your seats."

I spun the wheel, as did Willow. We went to the showcase showdown together. I won, of course I did. Cordy flew into my arms as my ex looked at me for a moment, almost sad, and then turned and walked out of the studio with Xander.

I had won a boat, a trip to Hawaii, a car, golf clubs, and, to my complete happiness, leather! Leather jackets, leather pants, leather boots! I was so happy. But yet I wasn't. As Cordelia and Willow congratulated me, I felt bad.

Buffy neared the exit with Xander's arm around her for support. I saw her slump and bury her face in Xander's shoulder. Cordelia was beside me, her arm around my waist as she talked to Bob Barker.

'It's now or never.'

"Buffy!"

She stopped. Xander let his arm drop and turned to face me with a scowl on his face. I notcied then that she was definitely crying, her hands covered her "awful" appearence. Tears tinted with black mascara ran down her face.

"Buffy," I repeated in a whisper.

She nodded her head, showing me she heard. I dropped Cordy's arm and ran towards Buffy. She paused and her mouth made a tiny, expectant O. A moment later, I was in her arms. She was holding onto me tightly, crying out all of her frustration.

"I'm sorry," she cried, "I cheated on you and I'm sorry."

I placed a kiss on her crown. "Cheated on me? How? What are you talking about?"

"I know, Angel. I know that we're married."

My eyes locked with hers. "You know."

Buffy nodded and wiped her tears away with a finger. "The hands represent friendship, the crown loyalty, and the heart love."

I threw my arms tighter around her, squeezing her and never wanting to let her go. "Oh, Buffy. My love, my life."

Buffy shifted in my arms and stepped back, looking into my face as she wiped my tears away. I didn't even know I was crying.

"It's okay if you don't want to be married."

Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. I shook my head quickly and fought the urge to cry out in agony. "Don't ever think that," I whispered, holding her trembling arms in my hands and bringing them against my chest.

"I can't help it. You looked so happy with Cordelia," Buffy admitted. "Like you didn't care about me."

I shushed her with a finger to her lips.

"I knew what the rings meant, Buffy. I also knew that you weren't ready for everything those rings symbolized."

"I am now," Buffy told me, touching my face softly.

"I think you are." I paused and pulled a memory from so long ago. "Still my girl?"

She nodded and said, "Always."

I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed her and pulled her roughly against me. She let out a small cry of terror.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you."

A large cheer erupted in the studio. We kissed and the cheer grew.

"Oh, damn," I muttered suddenly.

"What? What is it?" asked Buffy, pulling away.

"Left my stupid microphone on."

Buffy grinned slyly and touched my lapel, where the microphone was pinned. "Here, let me help you." She put her arm beneath my shirt and poked her hand up the collar, ripping the microphone from my collar. It hit the ground and the room filled with feedback. The audience erupted into cheers for the final time.

Thank God for Willow and her big mouth.

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