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Timeline: 3 years after Becoming part 2
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Notes: this is our universe, very weird we know (this is a Buffy/Angelus fic)
Rating: PG-15-R (unless marked other wise)
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Willow Rosenburg sighed. It had been three years since Buffy had ran away. She missed her friend. At the moment Oz, herself, Joyce, Angel, Xander, Cordelia and Giles were in Chicago, sitting in cafe. Joyce was art buying. The scoobey-gang had decided to tag along.

Angel had been sent back from hell because he had a soul, and as a "sorry for the mistake" gift, he had been given mortality. Giles and Joyce had been married for a little over a year.

At that moment, Willow looked up from her tea and saw a most surprising thing.

Right in front of her was a woman that looked like Drusilla, but was dressed differently than Dru would normally dress. Besides, it was broad daylight. The Dru look-alike was wearing jeans and a halter top, plus a really cool pair of wire-rimmed sunglasses.

"Dru?" Willow asked uncertainly. The woman smiled and walked over.

"Willow, so nice to see you again" she said pleasantly. But Drusilla didn't sound insane, although she still had her British accent.

Everyone looked up, dumbfounded to see their moral enemy smiling at them. Drusilla laughed. "Please, do relax. Spike and I were given our mortality back,'tis lovely indeed" she said.

That was a bit of a shocker. There was silence. Then Dru spoke up.

"Mrs. Summers, you wouldn't per chance be interested in seeing your daughter again, would you?" she asked.

Angel looked up anxiously. He was still in love with Buffy, he missed her so much. The slayerettes, Joyce and Giles had all assumed that she probably lived in a dingy little hole-in-the-wall, probably waitressing to earn her living.

Drusilla saw Angel's face, she saw the love and excitement in his eyes.

"Calm down, Angel. A lot has happened in the past three years. Things haved changed".

"Now then," Drusilla said briskly. "Come along. Buffy's home isn't far from here." With that said Drusilla picked up her latte mocha and began walking. The others anxiously followed.

The group walked for about a block, then Drusilla stopped in front of a large, marble building. It looked very expensive and probably cost a small fortune to rent an apartment from it.

Drusilla strode up the steps, followed by Buffy's anxious "family". She walked to the doorman. "They're with me, Robert." Dru said, motioning to the seven people behind her.

Stepping into an elevator, Dru pushed the button that said 13, the apparently the top floor.

When the elevator stopped, they all stepped out into the hallway. The walls were a hunter-green shade, the floor was snow- white.

Dru stopped in front of a door with #180 written on it. She pulled out a ring of keys and motioned for them to step inside. Then she turned and went across the hall, probably to her own home.

Giles noticed how beautifully decorated the place was. White carpeting, cream-colored walls, white and black furniture. The room had art-work in it, too. Sculptures and paintings, mainly. Not to mention a lovely grand-piano.

"Rodney! You idiot! Do you realize that you just put me back an entire week? You're fired!" Everyone looked up and saw a very pissed off Buffy throw a black telephone onto the receiving-piece.

"Buffy?" whispered Joyce. Buffy looked up. Clad in a black blazer and a short black skirt, with her hair pulled back into a loose french braid, Buffy looked very professional.

"Hey, guys" said Buffy, giving everyone a once over."I'd stay and chat, but I gotta book."

"Buffy Summers I am your mother and you will make-" Joyce was cut off by her daughter. "Mom, remember what happened the last time you said that?" Joyce decided to shut up.

The door opened and a man stepped into the room. The man looked absolutely identical to Angel, in fact for a moment everyone thought it was Angel.

Buffy spoke first. "Angelus, thank God you're home. I need to go down to the office, some idiot totally screwed up the accounts. I'll be back in about forty-five minutes". said Buffy, walking up to Angelus, giving him a quick kiss and rushing out the door.

Angelus looked at everyone and smiled. "For the first time in my life, I don't know what to say. But you guys are lucky I'm in a good mood, so I'll be nice. Please, sit down" he said.

"Why?" asked Xander. "Did you poison the sofa's?" Angelus smiled. "Why don 'cha find out, Harris."

"What are you doing here?" asked Giles.

"Come on, Watcher. I live here." was the reply

"You live with my daughter?" asked Joyce. "Are you sleeping together?"

"Well Joyce, lets see." Angelus began. "We've been married a little over two years, you do the math."

Part 2

Angel's jaw dropped.*Buffy, married? And to Angelus, of all people.* Finally the slayer's dumbfounded ex-boyfriend found his voice.

"Excuse me?" he asked uncertainly.

Angelus loved the rise he was getting out of everyone, especially the hurt look on his look-alike's face.

"And how long has this been going on?" asked Joyce. She had fire in her eyes. She had come to adore Angel. She would have loved to see him with Buffy. But now her daughter was with a horrid, wretched man. The man who had teased her, who had made her poor little girl cry herself to sleep every night, for fun.

"Mrs.Summers, I know what you're thinking" Angelus began. "But Buffy's not your little girl anymore. She's an adult, capable of making her own decisions. You need to realize and except that."

There was silence for a few moments. But Willow, the wonderful, understanding Willow, decided to give the guy a chance.

"So, Angelus," she began, laughing nervously. "You're here. A-and you're not a demon cause, well, here you are in a not-demon way. Umm, why?"

Angelus cleared his throat roughly. "To be honest, I don't really understand it myself. All I know is that they took the demon, me, and put me in a mortal body. So pretty much I'm my good 'ol self all dolled up like DeadBoy over there, 'cept without the bloodlust. And my wife made me give up the torture thing. Brings new meaning to the term 'taming your boyfriend', eh?" At the mention of Buffy, Angelus smiled, obviously remembering something.

Joyce spoke. "Well then, I can see that you two seem to be doing well. What exactly do you do?" she asked.

Everyone looked anxiously at Angelus, curious to hear of the couple's professions.

"Buffy is an interior decorator, she's actually becoming quite famous for her work. And I'm an attorney." said Angelus.

Xander laughed. "You? You, of all people, are in a profession that deals with justice?" he asked. Angelus smiled ruefully. "Believe me, no one's more surprised than me."

"Well, what are your plans for the future?" asked Joyce finally. She knew that she would just have to accept her daughter's choices. She didn't approve of them, and she was very angry with Buffy, but over the years she had learned that acceptance is key.

Angelus looked up, surprised. "Excuse me for a moment, will you?" without waiting for an answer he got up and went into a room, closing the door behind him.

"Can you say, 'heroin addict'?" asked Xander. Angel smacked him upside the head.

Two minutes later, Angelus emerged from the room. Tucked into each arm was a baby, obviously identical twins. They both had chocolate brown eyes and sandy blond hair. Everyone, especially Joyce, gasped.

"These are our two sons, Shawn and Rory." he said, carefully handing one baby to Joyce and the other to Angel.

"Kids?" whispered Angel, shocked. He glanced down at the small child in his arms. It was perfect. Golden skin, dark eyes, light hair, a perfect combination of Buffy and Angelus.

Angel was jealous. This horrible demon had stolen his body and his girlfriend. He should have been the one Buffy came home to every night. These should have been his children. He should have been the one who comforted Buffy. It should have been him who woke up to see Buffy in the morning. He should have been the one allowed to kiss her, to hold her, to smell her hair. But no. His evil twin gotten to her first.

Angel handed the baby over to Willow, who was eager to hold it. Joyce held the twin that she had tightly, memorizing every detail of her grandchild's face.

"Mrs. Summers, you're holding Rory. Willow, you've got Shawn." said Angelus, sitting back down.

"How old?" asked the new grandmother.

"They'll be six-months old, soon. They were born on November 3rd." was the response.

Joyce felt rather bad. Even if she hadn't known where her daughter was, she still felt bad about missing the birth of her grandchildren, whom she loved very much now,even though she had only just met them.

Silently, as if in unison, everyone forgave Buffy for leaving in their minds. She had left, but she had not been wasting away. She had gotten married and had kids, without them in her life, but now she had a purpose other than being the chosen one.

At that moment, Buffy, the vampire slayer, the interior decorator, the wife, the mother, walked in the room.

Part 3

Buffy shut the door, making sure that the three large locks were clamped tightly.

She walked over to a large ebony desk and set her briefcase down.

Angelus came up to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. He loved the rise he was getting out of Angel. He could have sworn that he saw smoke coming out his brother's ears.

Buffy smiled up at her husband, and then walked over to the couch. Wordlessly she took her now cranky son out of her mother's arms. No sooner had Buffy picked up the baby then he stopped fussing and cooed.

Handing Rory over to Angelus she went into the kitchen to prepare a bottle, not really wanting to be in the same room as the ex-slayerettes.

"I guess Buff's not exactly in the mood to speak to you guys." said Angelus, a sneer on his face.

Angel was infuriated. This had to be some crazy dream. Buffy was ignoring him and regarding Angelus as, well, a person!

Buffy emerged from the kitchen right then, with two bottles. She handed one to Willow.

She took Rory from Angelus and sat down in a large armchair, cradling her son softly as he had his bottle.

Joyce cleared her throat nervously. "So, honey, how have you been?"

"Fine." answered Buffy tightly. She hadn't really realized how upset she still was with her mother. It was something about being in the same room with the woman that aggravated her to her very soul.

Cordelia gave Buffy a once-over, noting Buffy's perfectly ironed outfit, her smooth, shining hair, and her flawless skin. The Slayer hadn't changed a bit. Although she would never admit it, Buffy had always looked perfect.

"Y'know, I hear that you get all, like fat after you have kids and all, but hey, you look fine" said Cordelia. That was about as close to a compliment as she got.

"Thanks, I think."

Giles was tempted, very tempted, to ask Buffy if she'd kept up with her slaying. But he knew that this was neither the time nor the place.

Abruptly, Buffy looked up. She knew that this was stupid, sitting here, moping and pouting.

She stood up and handed Rory over to Angelus.

"Mom? Can you please join me in my study in about five minutes?" asked Buffy. Without waiting for an answer she turned and went into a hallway.

"I guess she's giving you another shot" said Angelus, rather surprised. He didn't know that Buffy had the ability to cool down so easily.

Part 4

Joyce glanced at the walls in her daughter's office. It was a lovely room. Broad oak doors, hunter green carpeting, a mahogany desk, two cedar cabinets, and on top of all that it was perfectly organized and very tidy. The mother of the slayer was seated in a teakwood chair, there

were two of them in front of Buffy's desk. Buffy sat behind the desk. She glanced up from the sketch she had been going over. Putting down her pencil, Buffy looked up at Joyce expectantly, knowing that the woman whom she called mom would want to start their little chat.

Buffy was tired that evening, and she wasn't in the mood to fight. Hell, she was always in the mood to fight, lets just say that tonight she was to tired to fight. So she had decided to act appropriately and maturely, even though she was really pissed at her mother and wanted to scream and yell at her. Joyce looked at Buffy.

"Well, it seems as though you've been busy, what with those kids and all."

Buffy smiled, this time a true smile. She loved talking about her two babies. "Yeah, I really have been. They're so tiring, but its always worth it to see those cute baby smiles.

The ice had been broken. Buffy and her mother began chatting like two old friends, about children, work, and life in general. Inside, Joyce was beaming. Buffy had grown up. She was mature, controlled, polite, and intelligent. Her daughter had changed immensley, but for the better.

Their conversation turned over to the subject of Buffy's life, running away, and slaying. Joyce feared for the worst. If she knew her daughter as well as she thought, Buffy would probably get defensive, upset, and most likely to the point of screaming.

But apparently Joyce didn't know her little girl as well as she thought. Buffy spoke calmly of her life as the slayer. She was apologetic and sorry that she had ran away.

Without any warning at all, a question that Joyce had been trying to suppress but couldn't burst out of her mouth in a jumble of words.

"Why Angelus? Why not Angel? I thought you loved Angel! Is Angelus just a replacement for him?"

Mrs. Summers put a hand over her mouth and gasped. She could not belive that she had just said that. Quickly her she scanned her eyes over Buffy's desk, in search of anything sharp that her daughter might have within reach. Her eyes rested on a silver medal opener. Shit. If she had pissed Buffy off as much as she thought she just had, Joyce knew damn well that that letter opener would somehow find its way into her heart. Buffy's office had a solid oak door. Nobody would be able to hear her scream. Shit.

Buffy's face hardened. She loved Angelus with all of her heart and soul. Angel had been great. So caring, thoughtful, sensitive, and kind. Angelus was all of those things, but he would never admit to it. He also had a mean streak. Buffy and Angelus's relationship was very much like that of the way Spike and Dru's used to be, except of course Buffy wasn't insane, Angelus wasn't British, and they didn't torture kittens on Saturday nights for fun. Angelus was ruthless, determined, and very stubborn. But when it came to her, he was an entirely different man. She wouldn't trade Angelus for Angel any day.

"Mother, darling, although this is absolutely none of your damn business, I'll enlighten you. I adore Angelus, and, as hard this must be for you to grasp, because I know how much you adore Angel, it's over between him and I. I love Angelus, my Angelus. Not Angel.

Joyce sighed heavily. She didn't care what Buffy said. Angelus was an imposter. Angel should have rightfully been her daughter's husband.

Buffy noticed her mother's distress.

"Look, Mom, if you like him so much why don't *you* go out with him?"

Joyce knew she had lost the argument. Briskly she stood up.

"Mom, will you please send Oz and Willow in here?"

Joyce nodded and left the room.

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Willow, Xander, Oz, Cordelia, and Giles had all gone into the office. All of them were very surprised at the newfound maturity in the slayer. Buffy had talked to Xander, Willow, and Oz as her own self, not the phony she had been with Giles, Joyce, and Cordelia.

Rupert Giles stepped out of the office. He sat back down on the couch.

"Angel, Buffy will see you in five minutes," he said, leaning against the cushions.

Angel tried to hide his optimism. Finally, it would be his turn. He needed to find out for himself if Buffy still had feelings for him. This would be his chance.

Angelus was nervous. Horrid thoughts ran through his mind, all involving Buffy, Angel, sex, and a Xerox machine. What if Buffy divorced him for Angel? He could not live without *his* Buffy, he was certain. He loved her more than he loved himself. She loved him for who he was, a monster. She was the perfect woman, and she belonged to him. Angelus was very possessive, he even got jealous when Buffy smiled at the doorman. He would go crazy if someone else got to call Buffy their "girl" or "wife". She was his, and his only. Shawn started to whimper. Immediately Angelus abandoned his unpleasant thoughts and focused his attention on his son.

Everyone's thoughts were interrupted by the clicking sounds of bolts being unfastened and the front door opening.

"My damn wife sent me 'ove 'ere 'ta make sure you behave 'ya self, though I doubt my presence will make a bloody difference," said a heavily accented British voice.

Xander turned around. Spike. His second mortal enemy. Angelus was his first. Wait, no, scratch that. Spike was his third mortal enemy. Oz had stolen his Doritos's on the plane and Xander was still pissed at him.

"'Lo ducks!"

"William, go home! I'm having fun!" said Angelus.

"Yes, I'm sure you were," said Spike, ignoring the glare he got from Angelus as he picked up Shawn and started playing with him.

Angelus was giving his peroxide blond friend a look that would scare the living hell out of Medusa. He had been trying to get his son to sleep. Now the kid would probably be up all night, and that would make Buffy mad. And she would blame her husband. And he would have to sleep on the couch that night, and not with his beautiful wife.

Willow raised her eyebrows. Spike? Playing with a baby? Keeping the peace? Was she dreaming? And why in God's name wasn't he trying to rip her throat out?

Angel glanced at his watch. Five minutes had gone by. He stood up and walked into the office.

Part 5

Angel sat down nervously. It had been three long years. What would he say to her? He didn't have to worry about that.

Buffy was eyeing him carefully, trying to look into his soul. She knew

that he still had feelings for her. Angelus would probably be very possessive now that Angel was around. What she wouldn't give to see the two of them on Celebrity Death Match.

Angel cleared his throat gruffly, still trying to come to terms with the fact that the love of his life was married to his alter ego. "It's nice to see you again."

"Yeah, I'm really glad you guys were up in the area. I've missed everyone from Sunnyhell, err, Sunnydale," said Buffy. She would have to stop listening to Spike so much.

"Look, Angel, this is *very* awkward, that's a given. So let's just cut to the chase and stop with the small talk," said Buffy. She had a lot to say to Angel, quite a bit of work to do, two children to take care of, and a husband who hated to cook.

"Okay, that seems fair enough. I know it not really my place to ask this, but right now I'm so pissed off that--"

"Excuse me? *You're* pissed off? What right do you have to be 'pissed off'?!" shouted Buffy.

"Hmmm, lets think. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you're fucking my evil twin, who, need I remind you, tormented you, killed your friends, hell, who killed half of the damn neighborhood! And here you are, *married* to the bastard, having his children, and acting like he's some kind of saint! Why do you think I'm so pissed off?"

"Look Angel, I know this is going to sound like déjà vu but could you contemplate getting over yourself for just a minute?! There is no 'us'. I'm sorry if I was supposed to wait for you. God knows I didn't know you were ever coming back, but guess what? I moved on! And, believe it or not, Angelus is like you, but with more sides and diversity. We can have kids, make love, fight like hell, and Angelus is everything you weren't and more. And he sure as hell won't admit it, but he has all of your traits too, so I get the best of both>worlds. You don't even exist to me anymore, Mister 'the-world-revolves-around-me', and what the fuck did you expect me to do? Wait around for you to come back from the depths of hell? Sorry, I have a life.""

Angel felt like he'd been slapped in the face and had his heart torn out and stomped on. Angel thought for a minute and tried not to show Buffy how much that had hurt him.

"Whoa, whoa! Hold on a minute! You didn't have to just take off! What about your friends? Your mother? Your watcher? Didn't you think about them? And what kind of person jumps town because their boyfriend dies?!" sputtered Angel. Buffy smiled up at him. Something she had learned from Angelus, to smile when going in for the kill.

"I sure as hell wasn't gonna pass up an opportunity like that."

"What're you talking about, slayer?"

"Oh please! Look, if you were a little kid and your mother said to you one morning 'Oh, sweetie, you look sick. Do you want to stay home from school today?', and you felt perfectly healthy, would you say 'No, Mom, I feel great!'."

Angel shook his head, even though he knew a response was not necessary, they both knew the answer. "Of course not, I'd have jumped at the opportunity to miss school. But what the hell's your point?"

"My point is, that this was my chance to get out of the hellmouth and I took it."

Angel frowned. She had used his death to her advantage? The thought upset him, but he had to give the woman credit. She was smarter than he had thought. *And Angelus is the one who gets to experience her intelligence*, he thought bitterly.

"Ang, you okay?" asked Buffy. Although she no longer had feelings for him, she did consider him a friend, and she was concerned.

Angel noticed the look on Buffy's face. She cared for him. Not as a boyfriend, but as a friend. He hated that thought, she was *his*. But he decided to work with it, to act like a friend in order to learn more about her, so that he could work his way back into her heart.>

"Yeah, I'm fine. Look, do you wanna just start over, as *friends*?" he asked.

Buffy smiled. Things were starting to look up. She stood up and hugged Angel. "Nice to have you back," she said. "Yeah, you to," he said.

They walked out of the office. Angelus looked up, searching each of their faces for any sign of what had went on in Buffy's office. On Buffy's face, he saw that she looked to Angel as a trusted friend, and that she loved him the way one loves a friend. On Angel's face, he saw love and lust. The same things that he, Angelus, felt for his wife.

Angelus walked over and kissed Buffy passionately, to stake his claim. Buffy responded to the kiss, knowing full well what her husband was doing, and loving every minute of it.

Buffy looked at the now wide awake Shawn and frowned at Angelus. He looked away, not wanting to be the victim of her angry look.

Buffy Kinney walked over and picked up Shawn, hoping to make him drowsy.

Angel felt jealousy swelter up inside of him. That should have been his baby Buffy was trying to get to go to sleep! She should have glared at *him* for allowing the infant to get so hyper. Damn that Angelus. Now he knew how Xander had felt.

Part 6

Angelus leaned over Buffy and whispered in her ear. "I'm starved. If you want, we can ask Mrs. Jamison to watch the boys, and we can go out."

Buffy smiled. "Yeah, that sounds like fun. We haven't been out for a while.

"You know honey, we have to invite them."

"Who?" Buffy said innocently thought she knew perfectly well who.

"You know who. Giles and Co."

Buffy shuddered at that thought. She has missed them but she really didn't want to waste a perfectly good evening with her mother and her ex, when she could be with her husband. It was bad enough that they stopped by without being invited.

Angelus saw the look on her face. "Don't worry, I promise that we'll make up for lost time when they leave," he whispered.

Buffy smiled seductively at Angelus and Angelus returned the look as well as a nod of his head in response. Even though he was a mortal demon, he was a typical male, which meant that he would do anything for sex. Buffy was a lot like that as well, always wanting to lock him in their room with her and stay their all day. Angelus and Buffy often used that to their advantage to get what they wanted.

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Forty-five minutes later

Cordelia smoothed her hair and sat down in the bleached pine chair that Spike had grabbed from another table for her. His eyes skimmed over Cordelia, who was clad in a short, rather tight, sun-dress. Only Drusilla noticed and smacked his arm playfully. Spike gave her the 'I'm-innocent' look and seated himself at the table.

Earlier in the evening Angelus had suggested that everyone go out for dinner. Rory and Shawn were with an elderly neighbor who often watched the boys when Spike and Dru weren't around. Buffy had chosen to eat at The Blackbird, an elegant restaurant in the heart of Chicago. Spike and Drusilla had planned on eating out that night anyway, and so they were dressed in evening wear. Angelus and Buffy hadn't had the time to change after getting back from work, so they were presentable as well. And the Scooby Gang had been traveling, so they too had on appropriate clothing for the restaurant.

Xander picked up his menu. He could barely read two-words on the damn thing, and what the hell did "bisque" mean anyway? Glancing around the table, he noticed that nobody else had any trouble with the menu at all, which made him feel even more stupid than usual. The waiter came.

"May I take your...Angelus! Buffy! So nice to see your faces again! What can I get for the two of you?" asked the waiter. Xander noticed how pleased the waiter looked to see Buffy and Angelus. Angel noticed how the waiter's eyes went over Buffy's slim figure and fixed themselves on her chest. Angelus noticed this too, and casually he slipped his arm around her shoulder.

"I'll have the salmon, Jonathan," said Buffy.

"Excellent choice. Would you like the soup or the salad?" asked the waiter.

"Neither. I think I need to cut back on my calorie intake."

If Angel lived to be one-hundred, okay, three-hundred, he would never understand women. Buffy had one of the slimmest waists he had ever laid eyes on. Actually, the slimmest waist he had ever laid. *And now Angelus gets to do that,* he thought bitterly. *Man when did I turn into Xander?*

The 11 of them sat in an uncomfortable silence, looking into each other's faces until the food was brought up; only then did any conversation start at all. The topic wasn't very pleasant, and was all about the past and how Buffy ruined all their lives by running away. Buffy tried hard to keep her temper, and Angelus was going to have red marks in his hand the next day from her nails digging into his skin. While trying not to make a scene and ruin her social reputation in Chicago, Buffy managed to swallow her anger and say "Now is not the time to be bringing this up, especially here," and then excused herself to freshen up.

Cordelia joined Buffy in the Ladies Room. The brunette leaned against the wall and watched as Buffy reapplied her make-up.

"So, Buffy, there's a lot of tension at the table. What're you gonna do about it?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't. I just so do not want my first evening in a big, city ruined by some tired, angry slayer who isn't to blame for this mess."

Buffy looked over at Cordelia, startled by her previous statement. *Cordelia agreed with her! She was on her side!*

"Thanks, Cordelia. You have no idea of how much I needed to hear that. My mom hates me, hell, I never liked the bitch much anyway. But everyone else, do--"

"No they don't! It's been a long trip, Willow's PMSing and they're all so shocked to see you here that you're a perfect target for them to vent their anger," as Cordy interrupted Buffy.

"Fine, maybe. But what about Angel? I mean, did you see how hurt he looked when he heard about Angelus and I? There'll probably be a showdown between them!"

"So, what the hell is wrong with that? Haven't you ever had two guys fighting over you?"

Buffy nodded.

"Angel and Xander don't count!"

Buffy shook her head.

"Well, it's great. They both try to win you over with there affection, and you have immense power over both of them."

"Maybe I don't want that."

"Maybe you should."

Once again. Cordelia's total lack of tact, and rather selfish perspective drew Buffy in. *Why not see the glass as half full?*

Cordelia gave Buffy an encouraging smile. "Work it, girlfriend."

And with that they picked up their purses and made their way back

Part 7

"So did we miss anything?" Buffy asked, returning to her seat between Angel and Angelus. Cordelia doing the same but between Willow and Xander.

"No, Luv. Just some small talk between your old chums and us," Spike said.

"Man, when’s the food getting here? I’m starved. We haven’t eaten since that little café," Xander whined.

"You haven’t changed in the slightest bit have you Harris?" Angelus snickered.

"'Course not, wouldn't’t give you the satisfaction." Under the table Buffy ran her leg up Angel’s and gave Cordelia a wicked smile. Angel’s reaction was too close his eyes for a second and then reach down with his hand to move her leg. She in turn took his hand and ran it up and down her thigh. Buffy turned to face Angel and gave him a sexy ‘yeah-I-know-what-I’m-doing to-you,- what-are-you-gonna-do-about-it’ smile.

"So, Angel, what have you been up to these past years?" Buffy asked.

"Not much. I’ve been trying to find you."

"That’s so sweet," Buffy said, "What about the rest of you?" They never got a chance to answer because at that moment the main course was brought to the table.

"Finally, nourishment," Xander said. Buffy nodded to Spike and he hit Xander upside the head. Buffy knocked her napkin off her lap and made it look like an accident. Angel reached down to get it. Buffy met him halfway up, making sure that she was leaning over just enough so that Angel could see down her shirt. He handed Buffy her napkin and their hands lingered a second longer then necessary. This went unnoticed by everyone but Angelus and Cordelia. Angelus scowled and Cordelia and Buffy shared a secret smile.

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*I think she's 'comin around!*, thought Angel exitedley back at Buffy and Angelus's place. They were all seated and chattering while Buffy put the babies to bed. After dinner, Buffy had been totally flirting the cab ride back to the apartment, she had been eyeing him in a way that was anything but friendly. Angel had loved the dirty looks Angelus had been throwing at him.

"So Buff, I believe we were gonna talk about, oh, say the past three years-" Xander was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Before anyone could get up to answer it, the door flew open, and in walked two pretty brunettes, medium height, with violet eyes and rather, well, insane, penetrating glares. They were obviously identical twins.

"Pamela! Jessica! When did they let you two out of prison?" exclaimed Buffy as she emerged from the nursery.

Xander shifted uncomfortabley.

"A few days ago. They finally dropped the charges against us!" shouted Pamela joyfully. Jessica took a long drag on her cigar.

"It's so great to see you guys!" Buffy jumped up and hugged the women.

"Everyone, these are my friends Jessica and Pamela. Girls, these are some friends from Sunnydale; Angel, Xander, Willow, Oz, Cordelia, Giles, and my mother, Joyce." said Buffy, gesturing to everyone.

"Why the fuck are they here?" asked Pamela with a menacing look in her eyes as she reached for a knife in her pocket.

"Just visiting, Pam." said Angelus calmly. Nobody else said anything, they were a bit too nervous. This girl seemed to be a real wack-job.

Jessica waltzed over and plopped down next to Angel on the sofa, throwing him a sexy smile. Not to be outdone, Pamela walked over and plopped down on his lap.

*I can live with this*, thought Angel. *Two beautiful women all over me!*

"So, Angel," purred Jessica. "What're you doing tomorrow night?"

"He's going out with me!" snapped Pamela, glaring at her twin.

"Why not make it a double?" asked Jessica.

Pamela shot her a look of daggers.

"Umm...uh...well-" started Angel uncomfortabley. Beautiful they both were, but probably not quite right in their pretty little heads. Still, one of them might make a good lay.

"You three can talk about it later," said Buffy, standing up. She didn't want to share her admirer with those pathetic debuton whores.

Reluctantly, Pamela stood up. Jessica pecked Angel on the cheek and walked towards the door, her sister trailing behind her.

"Call 'ya later, Buff!" shouted Pamela as she walked down the hall to the elevator.

After they had left, Giles gave a nervous cough.

"What were they in prison for?" asked Joyce curiously.

Angelus smiled. "Murder."

Willow's jaw dropped. "Whose?"

Angelus shrugged. "I don't know. Some guy named, what was it honey?"

Buffy frowned. "Uh...Joss Whedon...or something like that."

"Yeah, there was a third person. Jyll something-or-other. She's hiding from the FBI." supplied Angelus.

Spike chuckled. "Good for her!"

"Spike!" Drusilla elbowed him in the ribs.

"I'm serious, ducks. If you're gonna commit a murder, 'ya best not get caught."

Xander groaned inwardly. This was surreal, sitting here, Buffy sitting on Angelus's lap, all the while eyeing Angel. Spike and Dru, the whole damn lot! He decided right then and there to get drunk and stay drunk for the rest of the night.

Giles stood up. "Well, er, we should be going now."

Everyone filed out of the apartment.

Once outside, Mr. and Mrs.Giles went one way and the slayerettes the other, except for Xander, who headed straight too a twenty-four hour pub.

Part 8

Joyce kissed Buffy on the cheek and gave a curt nod to Angelus. It was Saturday morning and they were going back to Sunnydale, much to Drusilla’s relief. She really could not stand Joyce. One more hour with the woman and Dru knew that Buffy's mother would no longer possess a throat.

Joyce hugged her grandchildren tightly, giving each of them kisses on their downy foreheads. Angel looked longingly at *his* Buffy, not wanting to leave her.

Angelus glared at Angel. He knew damn well that Angel was making sheep eyes at his woman.

Willow just stood in the hallway and pouted at Cordelia and Drusilla, who were chatting with Buffy. The slayer was her best friend, not theirs! Oz rolled his eyes when he noticed how jealous Willow was. *Must be that time of the month again*, he thought.

Spike was on the verandah smoking a cigarette, since Angelus wouldn't let him do it around the twins. Xander ventured outside as Spike took a long drag.

“Hey, Spikey!”

Spike took a threatening step forward, if the little bastard said one more damn word to him he would rip his head off. Angel and Angelus wouldn't mind, of that he was sure.

“Go away!”

Xander ignored Spike and calmly took a cigar out of his shirt. He lighted it and silently puffed on it.

Spike raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you smoke?”

Xander shrugged. “’Bout a month.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Just don't talk to me.”

Xander nodded and continued to puff on his cigar.

**********Meanwhile, Inside the Apartment***************

Angelus had pulled Angel into a corner of the living room. He was sick of watching Angel eye Buffy and had intended to ask just exactly what soul-boy thought he was doing.

*What the hell is this?* He thought. *Me, Angelus, confronting someone! Angel is hurt, he's upset. His girl left him for his evil twin. He'll need a friend, a confidant...sure won't be me!* Angelus knew that mental torture was the best kind.

“Yeah?” asked Angel, a bit hurriedly. He would be leaving for Sunnydale shortly, and he didn't want to spend his remaining time in Chigago with Angelus.

“I just wanted to say thank-you.”

Angel raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“Buffy’s been real happy and giddy since she's seen everybody from Sunnydale, especially you.” Angelus paused. Angel grinned.

“When Buffy’s happy, she gets horny! We haven't had sex on the washing machine for a long time! Not to mention quickies in my office and her limo!” said Angelus triumphantly, loving the look of horror and pain that was etched so clearly across Angel’s face.

Angel’s face fell. He hated being reminded of Buffy and her relationship to...her husband.

Buffy walked over to the corner and looked at the two men. Angel looked crestfallen, Angelus looked smug.

She looped her arm around Angelus's face and kissed him deeply. He responded immediately, pleased that Angel was standing right next to him.

Buffy broke away from the kiss. She stared at Angel, making eye contact with him. She walked over to him and rubbed herself up and down his hips, her eyes never leaving his face. She reached up and kissed him on the lips and traced her tongue along his lips and whispered, "See ya around?"

Angelus grabbed Buffy by the shoulder and pulled him over to her. Putting his arm firmly around her waist, he nodded to Angel, who still had a stupid grin on his face.

"Bye" he said, and turned around and walked back into the kitchen, still holding ontp Buffy tightly.

Cordelia nodded at Buffy in approval.

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