Disclaimer: Joss is God. Joss is King, Joss our Lord owns everything!
Notes: I'm German, sorry if there are any mistakes. :(
Summary: Buffy is at Angel's in L.A. and nursing an ill ex-Vampire who hadn't have the cold for over 200 years. Set in my happily every after universe.
Dedication: To Sara-Lee, `cuz you helped me out in a heartbeat and my sweet Eva who's leaving for England this week : Love ya guys!

Angel sat at Cordelia's desk, looking through some unfinished files and coughing all the time.

"ANGEL! I can't believe this. Why are you doing Cordy's work?" Buffy yelped. "Honey, you're ill! You promised me to stay in bed!" She sat down the mugs she'd just bought and kneeled infront of him. "Come on, get back to bed." He coughed. "I'll do Cordy's files for you."

"Buffy, I'm not dying! I can handle this!" He coughed once more. "I'm just gonna finish this. It's not much."

"No way! Bed!"

"Buffy--"

"Don't Buffy me. You're ill, Angel. You haven't just the cold, you have the flu and serious high fever. Please, sweetheart, rest. Go back to bed."

He smiled down at her. My, this woman was perfect. She was caring and giving and intelligent and smart and beautiful and sexy and kind and heartmelting and his. This woman was his. *This* woman was *his*.

Buffy pulled him out f his chair and pushed him up the stairs to his bedroom. "And I'll lock you away if I find you doing something other then rest, again!"

He sat down on his bed and she next to him. "Angel, promise me you'll stay in bed. You're not a vampire anymore, you can die on a pneumonia!"

He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and looked into her hazel eyes. "I promise" He whispered and kissed her gently.

*~*~*

"This stuff can cause damage to my liver!" Angel read aloud, staring into the Customer Informations of the medicaments his girlfriend had bought.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Are you pregnant?"

"Not really"

She grabbed the piece of paper from his hands. "When you read the Leaflet, then try to read it all!"

He pouted. "You'll see. My rotten corpse will lie all over the place when I take that!"

"Honey, you watch too many horror movies."

"But they're good!" He replied grinning, coughing. "One can't get enough of them!"

"Well, I could care less. I can't believe why you're watching horror movies when you're already living one, anyway!"

"Right now, I'd rather live a porn!" He smirked.

"ANGEL!?" She exclaimed, but grinning all the same.

She opened the package of the medicaments and gave him two tablets. "Take those, they'll make you feel better."

He just grumbled and give in, swallowing the medicine with a disgusted look on his face. "Eew, That tastes awful!"

"Then it's working!" She stroked his hair. "I'm gonna get us something to eat." She said, got up and grabbed her backpack. "And you rest!"

"And what am I gonna do all alone?" He pouted.

"Well, someone said one couldn't get enough of horror movies!" She teased him grinning.

"I've absolutely no idea who you could mean with that!" He smirked at her.

Then she blew him a kiss and was gone.

*~*~*

Angel still sat in his bed, coughing and sniffling all the time, buried in a hill of handkerchiefs.

Buffy wasn't back, yet and he felt like dying. His bones felt like they weren't there at all and he was sure he wouldn't be able to move one single finger if he'd be forced to go out of this bed.

So much to his promise to stay all day in bed- make it a week!

His nose felt like someone was holding it closed and molding it into dough or pudding or a bloody pulp or something.

God, his voice sounded like he was gay, which he was CERTAINLY not!

And his body was burning up.

Simply, he felt like hell. And he knew hell.

"HONEY, I'M HOME!" He heard her voice shouting which was followed by the sound of the door being closed.

She appeared in his doorway with a paper bag filled with grocery stuff and a thermos in her hand.

"I've chicken soup!" She chirped and hopped out of the room only to return with a cup of hot fluid in her hands soon after.

She placed the mug at his chair beside the bed and sat down next to him.

He looked at the cup and back at her. "Wait. *YOU* cooked?" He asked her skeptically.

"No. Wes did." She explained grinning. "He's downstairs."

"How do you feel?" She stroked his cheek.

"Horrible" He laid his head on her stomach.

"Ahw, poor Angel!" She said, playing with his fingers. "I love you"

He seemed to be deep in thought for a moment until he replied: "Will you marry me?"

"Honey, we ARE married!" She grinned down at him.

"I-I mean for real! You know- ceremony, church, priest." He looked into her eyes deeply.

"Bridesmaids, wedding dress, bachelor girl party?"

He smiled up at her. "Yes"

"Okay!" She smirked. "Let's make it real!"

And with that he pulled her down for a long passionate kiss, his soup long forgotten.

And downstairs, loud passionate noises made Wesley rush out of the building.

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