Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me; I'm just borrowing them forever. I wish. Seriously though, they belong to a bunch of old geezers and mean peoples who mistreat them. Grr. Argh.
Spoilers: All of the stories in this series. I'm not typing out the titles again, so just guess which ones.
Summary: Buffy and Angel take care of some things that have been bothering them for a while… Including the Initiative.
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Rating: PG—14

It was a dark and stormy night the next night, when Buffy and Angel had gathered at the mansion with all of the gang. They were plotting what to do about the commandoes and that whole situation.

"I vote we eviscerate them," Spike offered, always willing to be helpful.

"And I vote no." Xander said, rolling his eyes. "I vote we just go in there, Buffy and Angel beats everybody up, then we come back and they leave us alone."

"That's not gonna happen," Buffy said, sighing. "The Initiative is so big, even from just what we've seen, it's gonna take a lot more than that to get rid of them."

"Are we talking about killing them?" Willow asked finally. "Or are we talking about beating them up?"

There was a long silence. "As much as I'd like to say the other," Angel said quietly, "They are humans, so we can't really kill them. And they're obeying their higher officer."

"We can make an exception though," Buffy said quickly. "For a few certain individuals."

"Of course." Angel agreed grimly, thinking of Fish Boy.

"So we're just beating them up?" Spike sighed. "This blows."

"What's it matter to you anyway?" Xander wanted to know. "You can't fight."

"No, but I can drink dead people's blood," Spike said, annoyed.

"Eww." Willow muttered, grossed out. "Moving on. I might be able to find a spell or something that would… you know, help somehow."

"Ooh!" Buffy said suddenly.

Everyone looked at her. "What?" Willow asked, concerned.

Buffy looked at Angel. "I just figured out how to let us both kill Riley."

"How's that?" Angel questioned.

"I beat him up, you drain him, change him, and you can stake him again, so you kill him twice, and I get to help and watch." She smiled cheerily.

Angel rolled his eyes. "We'll talk about it later."

She rolled her eyes this time. "We will."

Giles shifted a little, frowning. "Buffy. I believe I mentioned this to you earlier when you first informed me of your situation. Is it really a good idea for you to be fighting when you're pregnant? It could cause you a lot of trouble, in your case and the baby's case if you were to be injured or anything."

Buffy scowled. "Don't worry about it."

"Buffy, it is an important factor for you to consider." He looked at Angel, who already knew what Giles was going to say, and he wasn't happy about it. The vampire looked away, knowing what came next. Buffy opened her mouth but he cut her off. "Don't you agree Angel?"

Willow shook her head at the Watcher. He was hitting below the belt…

"It's my choice to make, Giles," Buffy said patiently. "And I know you're worried, but I have to decide what to do, and I don't want you trying to get Angel on your side so I'll just do what you want."

"There's no side, Buffy," Giles said, just as patient. "I just want you to be safe."

"That's all everyone wants me to be," Buffy grumbled. "Safe and happy. Last time I tried to be both, I ended up with Riley."

Angel had to grimace at the mention of his name. Buffy sighed. "Moving on. Giles, you need to start gathering weapons up. Willow, look for some kind of spells to start helping us take out the commandoes." She looked at the two, and they both nodded, Giles a little unhappily. Then she looked to Xander. "You're the one with the commando experience. You figure out as much as you can about what they'd do. Anya, you help him."

"What about me and Doyle?" Cordelia questioned.

"You guys help out Giles and Willow." Angel answered. "Doyle, use any of your connections to get more weapons."

"What about you two and Spike?" Xander questioned.

"Spike's going down to Willy's." Buffy answered. "Angel and I are going to have a long argument over if I fight or not, and when I win, we're going to practice fighting." Angel frowned at her.

Anya smirked. "After you fight, you should have sex. That's better than fighting."

Giles winced. "Thank you so much for your comments, Anya. I appreciate having that thought in mind."

"About as much as I do." Xander muttered.

"Okay." Buffy said, looking at everyone. "We meet back here when everyone's done. Don't go out alone," she ordered.

"Yes mam." Xander said, mock saluting her.

Buffy slid up out of Angel's lap and stood up. "I'm hungry," she complained.

"There's leftover pizza," Cordelia said, also standing.

Buffy grimaced. "I think I want something spicy."

"You hate spicy food." Willow said, frowning.

Buffy was already in the kitchen. Angel sighed. "And the pregnancy truly starts."

Everyone looked at him. And they sighed. "What's she gonna be like once she realizes you don't have any food except for that pizza?" Cordelia questioned.

They all fell silent, looking at each other.

Buffy was scowling as she came out of the kitchen. She opened her mouth to speak, but Angel stood and went over to her, pressing his finger to her lips. "Cordelia just volunteered to go out and get Mexican. What do you want?"

Cordelia made an indignant noise.

The rest of the group exchanged amused looks.

This would be interesting if nothing else.

*

"And what if they stab you again?"

Buffy rolled back and away from Angel, narrowly avoiding a kick. She swept her legs out, forcing him down to the ground as well. She managed to get up and threw a punch. Angel caught her arm and pulled it back, preventing her from moving. "Then I'll kick their asses," she answered finally. "As soon as I get out."

"And if they manage to hit you so you lose the baby? Planned, unplanned-" she got free and they were back to kicking and punching, "wanted or not, it's still gonna hurt if you lose it."

She looked at him sharply, scowling at his words. "What do you mean, wanted or not?"

He blocked a punch. "You haven't exactly seemed excited or in the least bit comfortable with this."

"No, but that's mostly because I haven't had the chance." She stopped fighting, looking at him. "Angel, I want this baby. I want it because it's a part of you and me. I want it because I can't imagine not wanting a baby, or not being wanted when you come into this world. I'd never do anything to hurt this baby,"

He straightened. "I didn't mean to say you would." He watched as she took a long drink from the water bottle. "I don't know what I meant."

She sat down on the couch, and he sat next to her, facing her as he pulled on his shirt. She looked down at her hands for a long moment before looking at him again. "What do you… how do you feel about this? I mean… it is your baby too…" She sighed and leaned back, studying him. "Once again, you're not Mr. Share-My-Feelings."

He looked away from her, staring at the floor in the spot where they'd been sparing a moment earlier. "I don't know," he admitted finally. "I'm over two hundred years old. For less than twenty of those years, it's been possible for me to have children. The rest of the years, it's never even been a consideration. And then when Riley came along… and that mess…" He looked at her, found her watching him with a solemn expression. "But now it's our baby. And I still haven't gotten past that."

"Major case of shock?" she questioned, trying to smile. But she couldn't quite pull it off. She was honestly afraid he wouldn't want the baby, and he'd leave her again, or do something… Even though she knew, deep down, that he'd never hate her or their baby…

"I want this child, if that's what you're asking." He said finally. "I'm still trying to understand the idea that it's possible."

She shifted, facing him. "Yeah. I guess that whole, I'm-gonna-be-a-father thing is kinda surprising."

"A little," he agreed dryly. He sobered once more and took one of her hands. "I know you can handle yourself in a fight. I've seen you kill demons without breaking a sweat. But I've also seen you get overwhelmed." She started to protest, but he motioned for her to stay quiet and let him finish. Unhappily, she did. "I'm afraid that that'll happen if you fight the commandos." He sighed a little. "They haven't exactly fought fair in the past, and you're at an almost disadvantage fighting them now. You have to protect yourself now, more so than ever."

She closed her eyes then opened them again. "I know. And I know you're afraid I'm gonna get hurt, or the baby will be, but do we really have a choice? There's a lot of commandoes. We need every advantage we can get right now to fight them. I can still fight good. And I don't have a choice about fighting the commandos." She moved closer to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and pulling herself to him. They exchanged a brief kiss.

"You could stay and help Willow with some kind of spell," Angel suggested.

She shrugged. "I could. But who's gonna watch your back?"

They kissed.

"I'll be fine." He assured her.

They kissed again.

"Are you sure you're okay with all this?" she questioned. He began kissing her neck, working his way lower at the same time that his hands began playing with the buttons on her shirt. "Angel," she said, a little breathlessly. "Everyone's coming back soon." She tilted her head back, closing her eyes. "We can't," she murmured, even as her own hands began undoing the buttons on his shirt. It felt so good… She began to unbutton faster, her hands playing over his chest.

"Bedroom?" he managed to get out.

"Now." She agreed. The looked at each other for a moment, then the both dashed towards the room in back.

*

When they came out a while later, Xander and Spike were sprawled out on the chairs, and Anya was in the kitchen, searching for a snack. She finally settled on Buffy's leftover Mexican and came out of there just as Buffy and Angel came out. "You were having sex." She said bluntly as Angel sat on one of the chairs.

Buffy sat on the footstool near him, and rolled her eyes. "I don't think it's any of your business."

"True," she agreed, eating a forkful.

Buffy scowled. "Is that my dinner?"

"Uh-huh." Anya said, biting a taco. "It's good."

"I know. That's why it's mine," Buffy complained. "Because I like it and I want to eat it."

Angel kissed her cheek. "Are you hungry again?"

"No, but it's still the whole idea of it," Buffy said, scowling. "My food, not hers."

"I'll buy you something when you're hungry, okay?"

She scowled. "No. It's the principle of the idea," she explained. But she leaned back, resting against Angel. "You guys talked to the rest of the gang yet?"

"Yeah. We decided to meet here once we got done, `cause we finished fast, they're finishing slow." Xander stretched out on the couch, yawning. Anya finished Buffy's taco, and laid down next to him.

Outside, a car door slammed. Spike stood up. "That's them," he said unhappily. "I'm goin' up to look for some of Dru's old stuff, then I'm gonna burn it."

Angel smiled faintly. Buffy sighed and stood up, moving over to sit curled up on the chair with Angel. She closed her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. "We still didn't decide if I'm gonna fight the-ah!" Buffy jerked, then went still in Angel's arms. Angel's eyes flew open just as three commandoes stepped into view, dressed in head-to-toe camo.

Angel snarled and managed to get Buffy off his lap. Xander was scrambling up from the couch, but the other commando shot him too, and he joined Anya and Buffy in unconsciousness.

Angel attacked the one that had shot Buffy, fighting viciously. More commandoes came in, and soon enough, one of them shot Angel with the electric tazer gun thing. (Author's note: Sorry, I have no idea what it's called!)

The vampire was unconscious on the ground next to his lover and Anya and Xander.

Riley took off his mask, kneeling by Buffy and checking her pulse. She still had one. He straightened. "Take only the vampire, leave the girl here."

And the commandoes did as ordered.

*

Spike sighed as he came back down the stairs of the mansion. "Bloody hell," he muttered, gazing at one of Dru's dolls. Ms. Edith. Dru's favorite. He couldn't bring himself to destroy it. He sighed and looked up. For the first time, he noticed that the front door was wide open. And the Slayer and her two friends were on the ground, unmoving.

And Soul Boy was nowhere to be found.

*

Angel woke up slowly, confused and alarmed. He was in a small white room, with a tiled floor and high ceiling. Three walls. A little unsure, he reached out, touching the place where the fourth wall should have been. A flash of pain went through him, and he drew his arm back quickly, swearing from the pain.

A man's laughter came from the hallway. An annoying laugh, one that made Angel grimace. Sure enough, Riley and two of his little commando buddies stepped into view, stopping in front of his cell. "Hostile 31," Fish Boy said, smirking. "Also known as Angelus, Scourge of Europe."

Angel forced himself to stay calm. He didn't know what they'd done with Buffy yet, so he couldn't act irrationally. Yet.

Once he found that out, he could beat the living shit out of this boy, then torture him and let him die slowly. Really, really slowly. He smirked faintly, his eyes staring into the boy. "Jealous?"

"Of you?" Riley questioned, in a scoffing tone. But a flash of something went through his eyes.

Buffy, Angel realized grimly. It was still about Buffy and this prick's jealousy of Angel's relationship with her. "Yeah, you are, aren't you?" Angel smirked again. "If you touched her, I'll kill you." The coldness of his gaze made it quite clear that this wasn't just a threat. It would happen.

Riley smirked, cracking the knuckles in his hands. "I did more than touch her. I fucked her brains out." Angel's jaw clenched, and Riley's smirk got bigger. "It didn't take long." He sighed, motioning for the other two to leave. This was gonna get personal. "I enjoyed it, and so did she." He leered at Angel, who was ready to pounce at him. "Yeah, felt her stomach. She's gotten much bigger around the waist, you know. She thinks it's funny that you believe it's your baby."

Angel had to remind himself of the presence of the door thing. Otherwise he was gonna go after the little shit anyway. "And when was this?" he asked calmly. "I know I've kept her pretty busy,"

"I know." Riley hissed, angry again. "I've watched."

Angel blinked, the boy's words not registering for a moment. "What?"

"You don't treat her right," Riley hissed. "You bite her. You deserve to-"

"Agent Finn."

Vampire and Fish Boy turned to see Maggie Walsh joining them. Maggie gave Angel a long look. "Call in some of the others. Prepare him for the tests." She faced Angel, studying him. "A souled vampire. This could be a valuable experiment."

*

"The commandoes," Buffy said, holding her head. "They took him."

The group had all arrived a few minutes earlier, and found Spike dragging Xander back on the couch. Buffy had woken up slowly, but before the others. She was numb as soon as she realized her lover was gone. Numb with grief, with anger, with fright…

She was so scared for him. She knew that Riley was an important guy in the ranks of the Initiative. And she knew he held a grudge towards Angel, and after what she'd seen him do to her, she knew he wouldn't hesitate to do worse to Angel…

Willow sat next to Buffy, facing the Slayer. "We'll get him back," she said softly.

"We will, Buffy," Giles said firmly, gently. "No matter what."

Cordelia nodded, trying to appear strong, as if she weren't worried. "Yeah. If you think Angel'd let Fish Boy get near him, well…" She trailed off, and Doyle gently touched her hand, calming her.

Buffy looked up, pale as a ghost still. "Did you get the stuff we need?"

"Yeah." Willow answered softly. "We got everything we could find."

"Good." Buffy looked at all of her friends. "We're going after them tonight."

*

Pain. There was so much of it. Every inch of his body felt it. His throat ached from whatever they'd poured down his throat, his body ached from the tests they done to him. They'd taken a torch type of thing, and burned him all over, several times. They'd punched him, hit him, beat him. All while he was tied to a table, unable to move or do anything to defend himself.

It hurt like hell, and he knew that for certain.

Angel kept his eyes closed, maintaining the appearance that he was unconscious. He could hear the commandoes talking, and he knew that Riley was with them, ordering them around. The woman, Maggie Walsh, was in charge though. But she let Riley decide what to do. Which was bad for him, considering the boy despised every inch of his vampire self.

At the moment, Walsh was ordering Finn and the others away, ordering them to go after some other demon.

Good. The longer they stayed away the better.

There were a few things bothering him now, besides the fact that he was chained to a table and being tortured. The main one being his lover. He knew she wasn't there, she was still at the mansion. Finn would have talked about her more, brought her in to witness what the commandoes were doing to him. But even though that thought calmed him a little, he still had no idea if whatever she'd been shot with had hurt her badly or not.

He was so worried about her, it was almost enough to distract him from the pain. Almost. Unfortunately, the Initiative was very good at torture. They knew of some methods that Angel had learned long ago, when he'd first been turned. They were effective.

He dared to open his eyes, and was relieved to find the room empty of people. Immediately, he began pulling on the chains, expecting to find them bound securely.

Incredibly enough, he was able to pull free after just two tries. Either the chains were incredibly weak, or this was all a set-up. He managed to sit up, and unchained his ankles with the same ease. He slipped off the table, wincing as he did so, and grabbed his shirt and shoes off the other table near the door. He slipped them on quickly. He grabbed one of the lab coats that hung on the wall and slipped it on, trying hard to look normal in it. He took only a short moment to ready himself, he opened the door and slipped out into the hallway.

The few soldiers that passed by him just nodded, assuming that he was nothing more than a normal scientist. Angel wasn't about to let his inner demon take over and prove otherwise. Unless he found Fish Boy.

Then he really didn't care who saw his inner demon.

He glanced around the hallway, and saw a door marked "Explosive Devices. Do not enter without proper identification and permission." He glanced around. Like he'd told Buffy, long ago. He'd never been big on rules.

*

Buffy took a deep breath, then pushed the doors open, entering Lowell house. Two of the soldiers\college students sat around the fireplace with their girlfriends. They looked up in confusion and alarm when Buffy led the gang in. The two soldiers jumped up, but one look at Buffy's face stopped them. Xander raised a crossbow at them. The two girls stared at them, horrified.

Buffy really didn't care.

No one did.

*

Angel made it to the elevator, and said a silent prayer that it would take him out of there. He'd just spent fifteen minutes setting up bombs that when exploded, should destroy much of the Initiative base. He hoped anyway. The only experience he'd had with explosives had come from his stint as Angelus a few years earlier. He'd blown up a building for fun, and to entertain Dru. He had no idea if it would ever work right.

He hadn't found Riley yet, but the rational part of Angel knew that was good. He was weakened from the torture, and he wouldn't be able to fight. And Fish Boy was stronger because of the drugs he'd been taking.

With a grimace that he tried to hide, Angel stepped inside, muttering a prayer again.

He'd never been so grateful to make it to the top floor. He stripped off the lab coat and tossed it in a room that had the door opened, and stumbled down the hall, trying to find the way to get out.

*

With Xander's crossbow trained on one of the soldiers, and Giles's on the other, the group made their way down the hallway. Halfway there, the door to the elevator opened. The group tensed, expecting dozens of commandoes to make their way out of there, guns blazing at them. Instead, to everyone's surprise and Buffy's intense relief, Angel exited the elevator, a little unsteadily. He was just as surprised to see them as they were to see him.

Buffy rushed over to him, and the couple exchanged a kiss, both so relieved to see each other that everything else was pushed aside for the moment as she closed her eyes and they held each other, relieved to just see each other. Then they were back to business. Angel looked to the two commandoes, who were watching carefully. He snarled at them. "You've got five minutes until that place goes up in flames. Got it?"

The two commandoes nodded, and Xander and Giles's crossbows directed them into the elevator.

And the Scooby gang plus some escaped into the night.

*

Buffy studied the sleeping form of her lover, and fought the urge to cry. She'd never been so afraid in her life before. He tried to brush it off, but she knew they'd tortured him that day, hurt him badly.

Her darling Angel… She ran her hand over his bare back, careful not to touch the burns. It was hard because there were so many. He jerked, turning and facing her. "Sorry," she said softly. She must have touched one anyway.

He took her hand, blinking a little to wake up. "Don't worry about it," he murmured, half asleep. "I heal fast."

She nodded. "I know." She laid down on her side, studying his face. "It's just…" She blinked, trying hard not to cry once more. "I was so scared. When I woke up, you weren't there, and all I knew is that stupid Riley had taken you, and I didn't know what they were gonna do with you, and they did this to you…"

He sat up, trying not to wince at the pain. He touched her bare shoulder. "I didn't know what they did to you, either," he said quietly. "But it did work out okay, baby." He smoothed her hair back from her face.

She managed to nod a little. "I can't believe they were so stupid about not tying you down."

He frowned. He couldn't either. And if Buffy were fully awake and thinking rationally, she'd probably consider that it could have been a trap of some kind. No one was that stupid. Were they?

Buffy closed her eyes as he laid down next to her again, holding her. His hands were on her stomach, over their baby.

It was the way things should be.

Except for the part where they didn't know if it had been a trap or not.

*

Later that night, Angel stood in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames, lost in thought. Since he'd escaped last night, he'd gotten only a little sleep, and was truly exhausted. It showed on his face, but he refused to go to bed. He was going over every minute of his tenure at the labs, trying to figure out exactly what they'd planned for him.

And how he'd gotten out so easily.

That was the part that worried him and confused him. He'd gotten out and he'd been able to destroy a good portion of the Initiative. There'd already been reports on the early morning new stations about explosions from "gas pipes" beneath the dorms in the area, and several men who'd been living at Lowell house had disappeared.

The news of the last part didn't bother him, really. The men had signed up for a job, they'd done it, and they'd known the risks. Now they'd paid the price. It wasn't a very good politically correct answer, but it was how he felt, and he was pretty sure Buffy felt the same. Add to that the fact that he'd given them a warning, via the two commandoes Buffy had found, he felt it was as fair as he needed to get.

Beyond fair, really, if you considered what they'd done.

"Angel?"

Angel turned as his love came down the stairs. "Why aren't you sleeping?" he questioned, going over to her. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and then she looked up at him.

"Why aren't you?" she questioned in return.

He raised an eyebrow. "I usually sleep in the day, remember baby?"

She frowned a little at him. "I like it better when you sleep with me," she grumbled.

"I've got no problem with that either," he said, teasing her. He knew how worried she was, but he wanted her to relax. It wasn't good for the baby for her to be so tense…

Or he thought anyway. He hadn't exactly had a lot of experience in that area. Which wasn't good. Amazingly enough, he was going to be a father in a few months. He needed to learn about this stuff. And within the next few months, too.

"You coming back to bed?" she questioned.

"In a little bit," he promised.

She sighed. "Gotta brood, huh?"

He smiled faintly at her. "It's what I do best."

She raised an eyebrow. "I don't know about that…"

Chuckling, he watched as she went back into the bedroom, calling out a "goodnight" as she did so.

*

"And last, Richard Kennings. More news on that to come later. Next up-"

Buffy flipped off the TV and turned to look at Willow, clearly worried. "They didn't mention Riley."

"Huh?" The Wicca had been studying for a big exam in one of her classes, so she hadn't seen the news report on the mysterious explosion that had taken place the previous night. The press and police called it backed up gas pipes. In reality, it was the explosion from Angel's bombs in the base.

"They didn't mention him among the missing. Everyone was supposed to check in, and if they weren't there, they were presumed dead or missing. They didn't mention Riley." The Slayer sat on the edge of her bed, and looked across the dorm room towards Willow.

"Maybe they just mistook him for someone else?" Willow suggested weakly.

Buffy stared at her.

Willow closed her text book. "You're right," she said unhappily. "What do we do?"

"Angel's alone at the mansion," Buffy said, standing up. "And he sleeps… well, like the dead sometimes. I don't want him alone, so I'm gonna go over there so if the commandoes or Riley show up-"

"You'll what? Jump in front of another lazer gun thingy, get hit, lose the baby, and then they'll go after Angel anyway? Be reasonable, Buffy," Willow sighed. "I know you want to protect him and all, but you can't right now. If anything, you should go over there to be protected. Fish Boy's obsessed with you after all, not Angel."

"I have to help him though," Buffy said, shifting uncomfortably. "He could barely move at all last night."

"Then send Xander or Doyle or Oz over there," Willow said quietly, insisting. "If all else fails, they'd be able to run and get help. You on the other hand, would probably just get kidnapped or something worse."

Buffy looked away from her friend and sighed. She hated being wrong like this. She sighed. "I guess you're right," she grumbled. "I'll call Doyle." She picked up her purse. "I've got a doctor's appointment. I wanna check and make sure that stupid Initiative gun thing didn't hurt the baby."

"Did you decide if you're gonna find out what sex the baby is?" Willow questioned, changing the subject.

"Still talking to Angel about it." Buffy smiled a little. "He's still amazed about the whole pregnant part. And the whole thing where you can actually find all that out."

Willow smiled. "Yeah. I guess it would be weird. Considering he was born in the old days and all."

Buffy smiled again. "Yeah." She sighed. "Tell ya' what. He's the hottest two-hundred year old I've ever met."

*

"Honey, I'm home," Buffy smiled slightly as she entered the mansion. "I've always wanted to say that."

Angel looked up from the chair in front of the fireplace. "What are you doing here?" he questioned, standing. "Not that I mind."

She shrugged. "Wanted to make sure Doyle came over, and I wanted to let you know how the doctor's appointment went."

"He came over, and I told him to go home," Angel answered. "He also had some news about Finn." Buffy scowled, and looked at him curiously. He was quiet for a long moment. "According to one of Doyle's contacts, Finn died in the explosion." He watched her face carefully, curious about her reaction.

She looked away, closing her eyes. "As horrible as it is to say this, he's the only human I've ever really wanted dead."

They looked at each other again, their eyes meeting. Buffy silently slipped her arms around him, let him hold her for a moment. It wasn't that she cared about Riley anymore… It was just that it was finally over. It was weird. Sort of… anticlimactic. All the tension had been building up, and she'd been expecting a big fight to finish him of… But apparently that wasn't gonna happen.

Angel kissed the top of her head. He knew exactly what she was feeling, and was just relieved it was over. He'd been worried that Finn would do something to Buffy… and she couldn't fight back too well, being pregnant and all.

"The rest of the gang know?" Buffy questioned finally.

"Not yet." Angel answered.

They stepped back from each other, and after a moment, they both went over to the couch, where Buffy sat facing him. "I guess that's one less thing to worry about then, right?"

Angel studied her. "Right."

Now there was just the mess that came after that to worry about.

(All right, sorry it's taken so long to get this one out. I got frustrated and couldn't get a good ending in my head, so I started writing the story after this, got distracted with that, and it's taken me a week to give up on ending this one better. The other one I started is only about half done, but hopefully I'll have it done by next weekend. Send feedback, please! goredwings@usa.net. I also accept constructive criticism… hint, hint, hint. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm not God or Joss, so I'm not perfect. And come to think of it, Joss is definetely not either...)

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