Author: Angelbach

Email: angel_bach@hotmail.com or angelbachuk@yahoo.co.uk

Rating: English PG

Category: W/A, S/X, C/W, M/L, M/M, I/A

Disclaimer: The characters of Willow, Angel, Spike and others belong to Joss Whedon and Grr-Argh. Although if Angel and Spike ever wanted to stay with me, I’d never turn them down.!!! All characters from Roswell High to Warner Brothers. I’m just borrowing, Max, Liz, Michael, Maria, Isabel, Alex and the others for the purpose of this story.

Notes 1: Did you know that Willow Rosenberg was related to Liz Parker. Well, if you didn’t, you do now! ;0)
Notes 2: There is no Tara, there will never be Tara (unless she is a friend) and I will stick to it!
Notes 3: As much as I like Doyle, there is no room for him in this story. The Roswellians get enough visions to fulfil this category!

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Background:

Willow and Angel have been together since before the gang started college. She and Oz broke up way before graduation and it was Willow Angel meant when he was feverish. For the purpose of this story, it was Buffy who pushed them together because as they were preparing to fight the mayor, they discovered that the spell Willow had performed to restore Angel’s soul made it permanent. (You see my Buffy in this story full understands that Willow is better for Angel than she ever was.)

Spike has come back to Sunnydale but has never been captured by the Initiative and chipped. He made first contact with his sire and Willow
instead, convincing them he really wanted to help them. They became fully convinced when he saved Willow from a female werewolf, almost getting
himself killed in the process.

Anya only made a brief appearance in Xander’s life, now, much to the sheer amusement of the others, the peroxide blonde vampire appears to be (for lack of a better word) courting the young man.

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~Part: 1~

“Giles, you have so got to be kidding. A conference on the paranormal in ROSWELL.” Xander ran his hand through his hair, spiking it up. “Roswell, New Mexico.”

“I believe that is what I said, Xander.” The former Watcher looked at the young man slightly surprised by his reaction. “Is there something that I
should be aware of?”

Xander shook his head, throwing his hands in the air. He threw himself down on the floor beside Willow. “Wills, you explain it to him. I can not believe he doesn’t know about Roswell.”

Willow giggled, hitting him with a cushion.

“Idiot!” She dubbed him fondly. “Giles, are you sure you’ve never heard about the space ship that was supposed to have crashed in the States back in the forties.”

“Aliens and such have never been a major interest of mine, Willow.” Giles smiled warmly at the witch. “Other dimensions rather than other planets have always been more my game.”

“Not a single comic book!” Xander exclaimed in sheer shock.

“Unlike you, Xander, I prefer my books to have more words than pictures.” The elder man shot back, grinning as the young man continued to stare at him in shock.

Willow was barely able to control her giggles. “Oh very nicely said, Giles, and so very true.”

“And she’s suppose to be my best friend!” Xander moaned in mock pain, sticking his tongue out at her. “Just give G-man the background, Wills.”

The petite young woman threw him a mock salute, then turned back to her mentor. “Okay, Giles, a brief introduction. Back in 1947, an alien space
ship is supposed to have crashed just outside Roswell, New Mexico. From what I can gather, the government is then supposed to have covered it up with some sort of corny weather balloon story. Till this day, no one is really sure what actually happened there. At least that’s what my cousin, Liz told me the last time we spoke.”

“Your cousin?” Giles queried as even Xander looked up. “I’ve always believed you only had your parents, Willow.”

“No, my parents would have you believe I only have them. Mother never talks about her younger sister. She disapproves of the man she married. He only runs a successful theme restaurant there called the Crashdown.”

“I’d forgotten that your cousin lives in Roswell.” Xander broke in

Willow grinned. “Now colour me surprised. You rarely forget anything to do with Roswell.”

She ruffled his hair making him object. “Wills, don’t do that.”

“No, that’s reserved for Spike, isn’t it.” She gently teased him.

Her best friend actually blushed. “Wills! Leave it alone.”

Taking pity on her best friend, Willow turned her attention back to the Englishman. “You really want to attend this conference, don’t you, Giles.”

“Most definitely, Willow.” He moved to sit on the sofa beside her. “There are a couple of subjects that I believe will be of interest to you as a
witch in particular. I would also be interested to hear what Angel thinks as well.”

“In that case, I’ll make our travel arrangements. You call the organisers, Giles and let them know we’re on our way. I’ll arrange a place to stay as
well.” She grinned wickedly.

“You know something, Giles.” Xander murmured in an aside to the former Watcher. “I get worried to the extreme when she smiles like that these days. She spends way too much time with Deadboy and Junior.”

“You wouldn’t have her go back to that girl you knew through out High School though, would you Xander?” Giles replied almost rhetorically. The young man shook his head.

The redhead picked up the phone beside her and dialled a number from memory. “Hi Uncle Henry, guess who?”

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“Cousin Willow is coming to Roswell!” Liz Parker exclaimed, looking at her father in shock.

“So it would appear.” Henry Parker replied. “The conference being held next month appears to be of interest to her and her friends. She’s asked me to find a place for her to stay while she’s here.”

“She could stay with us, Henry.” His wife put in. “She is my niece, and we have the room.”

“I said the same thing, Nancy, but she’s not coming by herself.” Henry rose to his feet. “Liz, why don’t you and Maria go and see if the old Thornton
house is still up for sale or rent.”

“Dad, that place is huge!” Liz exclaimed.

“I’m well aware of that, Liz, but from what your cousin was saying I have the feeling that it needs to be.” He gave his daughter a piece of paper.
“That’s her cell number. When you’ve checked the place out, give her a call and let her know.”

Still stunned, Liz took it and left her father’s office.

Sitting in the empty restaurant, Maria Deluca looked up. “Liz, what’s wrong?”

“If things weren’t weird enough around here, my cousin is coming to stay.”

“Which cousin?” Maria asked as she followed her friend out of the Crashdown.

“Willow.”

“Hey, isn’t she the one that’s into computers and things. The hacker from Sunnydale.”

“The very same.” Liz pushed her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “Maria, what am I going to do. I know Willow. She’ll know something is weird around here. She’s too sharp not to.”

“By weird, I take it you mean Max and the others.” Maria put her finger straight in the middle of Liz’s main problem.

“Exactly.”

“You could be creating problems for us all before they actually happen.” The blonde suggested, for once being the more level-headed member of their partnership. “We already have Michael going off like a firecracker at the least provocation, so why not cool it and wait for a change.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Liz shook her head. “Let’s go check this place out, then go find the others. At least tell them I’m going to have
unexpected company.”

“Any excuse, Liz.” Maria grinned.

“I didn’t notice you throwing up any objections, Maria.”

“Ha ha!”

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“Nice place you brought us to, Watcher.” Spike shot a sharp glance round Roswell, before glaring at Giles. “Here I was thinking, you couldn’t get
worse than Sunnyhell then you actually manage to find a place that is.”

“Don’t start, Spike.” Angel warned as he helped Cordelia, then Willow out of the car. “Where to now, Willow.”

“Liz said she would be at the Crashdown until and after closing. I said I’d fetch the key from her and say hi to the family while I was there.” The
redhead stretched, looking round for herself. “We could eat while we’re there. Save us having to argue about who’s cooking.”

“I’m all for that idea.” Xander murmured as he got out of the driver’s side.

“You would be. Your stomach was rumbling for the last two kilometres.” Cordelia threw at him before turning to the redhead. “And just what are
Angel and Spike suppose to do for ‘food’, Willow.”

“All arranged, tactful one.” She grinned up at her boyfriend, eyes sparkling mischievously.

He bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. “That’s my girl.”

“Then shall we adjourn to this Crashdown restaurant.” Wesley spoke for the first time as he joined Cordelia at the side of the car.

“Let’s.”

As the door to the Crashdown opened, Max Evans looked up from the conversation he had been having with his friend Michael Guerin… only to find
his mouth dropping open in shock.

“What’s up?” Michael asked as he turned round in his seat, only to do the same thing.

Entering the restaurant were a group of the most strikingly good-looking people either had ever seen. In the lead were a petite beautiful redhead and a tall dangerously handsome dark haired young man, his hands on her shoulders and obviously together. Behind them were two young men, the
peroxide blond of a slightly older appearance than the lanky muscular teenager whose shoulders he had his arm round.

A pretty brunette and her serious companion followed the first four, the girl talking in an animated fashion. Behind them was a man who appeared to
be of a different generation to the others, older than even the brunette girl’s mature attendant was.

“Someone’s taken a wrong turn.” Michael eventually got out.

“Who?” Maria asked as she put their order down on the table. “Michael, you do realise that you’re gawking.”

“The group that’s just come in.” Max told her.

Maria turned round and gasped in shock. “Oh my god. She’s here already. LIZ!”

Liz came out of the back immediately and her face lit up in a welcoming smile. “Willow!”

“Hey Liz, we’re here. I told you we’d make it before closing time.”

The redhead moved forward and the two girls hugged each other.

“That’s her cousin!” Max and Michael said almost simultaneously,

“The only one due to visit Roswell.” Maria replied moving forward. “Hi, Willow. Remember me.”

“Maria right. The one with the scents and crystals.” Willow grinned, shaking her hand. “I think you and I are going to have a lot more in common this
trip. You already have the misfortune of knowing Xander.”

“I heard that, Wills.” The young man threw at her.

Willow threw him a playful grin. “Get over it, Xan. I’ll introduce the rest of us later. Liz, is there any chance of getting something to eat? We’ve
been on the road for several hours and Xander’s stomach has been deafening us.”

“Wills!” The young man exclaimed as his friends burst out laughing. “You are so pushing it, girl.”

“Take a booth…or two.” Maria put in, adding to the laughter. “I’ll get your order while Liz gets your key.”

“Appreciation is much given.” Willow turned away, smiling impishly. “Okay, grab a pew, guys and doll, then pick a strange name from the menu. Cordy, a recommendation…!”

“What?” The other girl sighed, her resigned look showing she expected something outrageous.

“Let’s try to do so without commenting.”

“Oh, very funny, Willow. You’re a right laugh a minute… not!” The brunette shot back, slipping into the booth one beyond the two boys. The two elder members of the party joined her.

Obviously used to her friend’s sarcastic responses, the redhead just ignored her and slipped into the booth just behind them, the three remaining men joining her.

Michael turned back to Max and caught a strange look going through his friend’s eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asked in a low voice.

“I don’t know. There’s something weird about them.” Max responded in the same tone. “I can’t really explain it here.”

“I’ll keep you to that!”

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Michael rolled the sleeping bag out on Max’s floor. “What did you mean earlier, Maxwell?”

“Four of their auras were the normal colours that you expect, but three of them…” Max shook his head. “There was something strange about them. Willow, Liz’s cousin, her aura was green and silver.”

“Two colours.” Michael sat up. “I thought everyone was only one.” “Yeah, well, that wasn’t the last of it. The one that had his arm around her, the one she called Angel. His aura was black tinged with green, and the one she called Spike, his was black tinged with red.”

“As if we didn’t have enough problems to cope with.”

“That’s just it, Michael. I don’t think they will be a problem for us. There was something in the way she greeted Maria and Liz…” Max shook his head. “I don’t know, I just get the strangest feeling about them.”

“Get Izzy to meet them tomorrow and see what she thinks.” Michael suggested as he lay back down again. “Or see if Liz has got a picture of her cousin, so that she can dreamwalk.”

“Maybe I will.”

The next day Isobel Evans stared at her brother and friend in stunned shock. “You want me to go into a complete stranger’s dreams just to see why her aura is different to everyone else’s? Are you completely out of your minds.”

She turned to her brother. “I’d expect something like this from Michael, Max, but from you...” She shook her head. “I just can’t believe you two.”

“You haven’t met them yet, Is, you don’t understand what I mean.” Max said defensively.

“In that case...” Isobel turned. “Is that Liz’s cousin with her now.”

“The redhead driving.” Michael confirmed.

“Then let’s be friendly.” Isobel led the way over to the open top car. “Nice car.”

“Thanks. It’s just a rental for while we’re here.” Willow replied as Liz and Maria jumped out, the brunette moving round to her side of the car. “Liz, do the pretty.”

She shot an impish grin at her cousin who rolled her eyes in response.

“Will, this is Isobel and Max Evans” The sharp-eyed redhead did not miss the shy look that her cousin threw at Max, nor the one he returned. “And Michael Guerin.”

“You two were in the Crashdown when we arrived last night.” Willow grinned at their stunned faces. “I don’t miss much, guys. It’s essential for living
where I do.”

“And that’s...” Isobel inserted.

“California. Sunnydale, California to be precise.” She turned back to her cousin. “Liz, we’ve got to settle into the house so I’ll invite you and your
friends over for dinner one evening next week. At least, I’ll try to.” She pulled out two crystals on leather thongs and handed them to Liz and Maria.
“Quartz stress relief crystals. My own special creation for High School. Blessed be!”

With a squeal of brakes, she pulled out leaving the five stunned teenagers behind her.

Maria broke free of the spell they seemed to have been placed and grabbed Liz’s arm. “Come on, Liz. Let’s go tell Alex your cousin’s here.”

They moved away quickly and Isobel turned to Michael and Max. “There’s definitely something quirky about her, guys, but I get the feeling she’s not
the type of girl whose dreams you can just walk into without an invitation.”

“Then you won’t.” Michael said bluntly.

“I’m not even going to think about it.” The blonde replied just as bluntly before turning and heading into school herself.

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Willow sat on top of car they had rented, knees drawn up and looked across at the Crashdown. Green eyes were thoughtful as she did a thorough
observation of the area.

They had been in Roswell for three days now and instincts honed by the Hellmouth had been screaming at her that there was something peculiar
occurring. So when Xander had suggested touring all of the museums in the area on the crash, she had opted to try and track down exactly what it was that bothered her.

So the discovery that it had something to do with her cousin and her special friends had not really come as a surprise to her an hour ago. On their first night in town, she had noted the black sedan that had passed the restaurant on frequently timed occasions while they had been eating nor had she missed the strange looks that had passed between Liz and her best friend.

Checking the time, she pulled out her cell phone and dialled a number in the memory. It was quickly answered.

“Willow.”

“Giles! I didn’t expect you to be home just yet.”

“A man can take only so much alien information, Willow, especially when Xander is the guide. He still has to learn how to explain himself properly.”

“Poor Giles! I promise a more understandable tour for an educated man such as yourself later.” The redhead giggled. “In the mean time, I need you to do a search on anything unusual that may have happened over the last year. References to Crashdown in particular need to be looked at… and with your usual discretion”

“You’ve definitely found a mystery.”

“Yes…well partly. I have a few more questions than I began with though.” She jumped down off the bonnet, and unlocked the car. “And I think Liz may have the answers that I’m looking for.”

“I don’t need to tell you to be careful, do I.”

“Giles, this is me. I’m always careful”

“I’ve yet to hear Angel agree with that particular theory of yours.” He laughed.

“Is he awake? I fully expected him to answer the phone.”

“I think I heard him stirring ten minutes ago. Do you want me to get him?”

“No, I’ll be home before too long. Since you managed to sign me up to run one of these seminars… which I have yet to forgive you for, Giles… I need to do some background work. Especially as I expect visitors as soon as I’m asleep.”

“I’m not sure that I understand you, Willow.”

“I’m not sure I understand me either, Giles. It’s just a feeling I’ve got.”

“Tell me about it when you arrive home.”

“F.A.B.”

“Very funny, Willow!”

“At least you understood what I meant!” The redhead laughed as she started the engine.

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“Willow, you were right.”

The redhead looked up from the notes she had been making, and turned her gaze to the former Watcher. “In what way, Giles?”

The others immediately looked up as well. Cordelia from where she was curled up on the comfortable window seat, reading a fashion magazine. Wesley from the small study desk, reading some old journals. Spike and Xander from the game they were playing on the spare television and Angel from where he sat at her side on the sofa.

“According to a local popular science fiction magazine, one of the young teenage waitress working at the Crashdown was supposedly shot... in the
stomach. However when the young lady, one Elizabeth Parker, was examined there was no evidence of the accident. She says that a bottle of tomato sauce was spilt over her. Eye witnesses at the time however say a young man healed her.”

“Okay. So my cousin should be dead. That doesn’t explain the strange vibes I saw when Sheriff Valenti is near them.” Willow replied as she curled up on the sofa, using Angel as a back cushion. “For one, Maria is terrified of him. So is Isobel Evans.”

“Perhaps that’s because the Sheriff appears to believe Liz was healed by an alien.” Giles turned over a piece of paper. “To be precise, Max Evans as he appears to have been leaning over her at the time of the shooting.”

“I wonder how he came to that conclusion.” Xander murmured musingly. “I think you need to do a bit more digging, G-man.”

“So what are you going to do, Red?” Spike turned round to face her, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

“Something.” She said thoughtfully. “I think it’s time I had a little talk with Elizabeth.”

The others looked at each other, grinning. They had recognised that particular tone in her voice. It was her current equivalent of her resolve
face.

A loud crashing sound from the main area of town seconds later had them all jumping to their feet.

“What was that!” Cordelia exclaimed, shaking slightly. Wesley immediately put his arm around her and she leant into his strength.

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.” Willow exclaimed, snatching up her jacket. “You and Wes keep the home fires burning, Cordy.”

The two vampires and the two men followed the redhead out of the house.

They arrived outside the Crashdown to find a black sedan through the window.

“Someone’s driving almost as good as Spike’s.” Xander murmured in Willow’s ear, making the concerned young woman giggle half-heartedly.

“At least he can drive his car away.” She responded before shooting forward, shouting. “Liz, Maria! Where are you?”

“Willow, come back!” Giles shouted after her.

“Not much chance of that, Watcher. You know what Red’s like with family.” Spike shared a concerned look with his sire.

A dishevelled Maria emerged from beside the restaurant; uniform torn and dirty, tears making clean marks down her smoke grimed face. “Willow, oh god, Willow, Mr and Mrs Parker were inside.”

Willow paled, taking her by the shoulders. “Maria, where’s Liz? Please tell me Liz wasn’t inside as well.”

“I don’t know where she is?” The stunned blonde replied just as Michael and Max appeared.

“Maria!” The normally insouciant and unemotional young man yelled her name, and she turned to look at him.

“Oh god, Michael, we, Liz, we were in the middle, got separated. I... oh god, Michael!” She went into his arms, clinging to him and he wrapped his
arms around her, holding her to him.

Beside them, Max paled violently and started for the restaurant, only to be pulled back by Willow. “Don’t be an idiot, Max. This is most probably what they want you to do.”

He looked at her startled. “I don’t understand.”

“I’ll explain some other time. Let’s just say that I have an idea as to what you are and we need to talk.”

She immediately started to dive towards the restaurant herself only to find her self caught back by a familiar pair of strong arms. “Willow, no!”

She turned round in the embrace and looked up into Angel’s dark concerned eyes. “Angel, Liz could still be inside. I have to get her out.”

“Willow, be sensible.” He tightened his grip around her, holding her. “You can’t go in. I’ll go. You’d never be able to see anything.”

For a moment she struggled before the fight seemed to go from her and she collapsed against him. He kissed the top of her head, then handed her back into Giles’ embrace. “Keep her here, Giles, keep them all here. Spike, you’re with me.”

“Right behind you, Peaches.”

A tense five minutes later, they returned… carrying an unconscious Liz Parker in their arms.

As one, Willow and Max joined them.

“Angel...” Her voice wavered as she looked up at him.

“She’s alive, sweetheart.” He said shortly, dreading what else he would have to tell the redhead he adored. He and Spike had also found the bodies of her aunt and uncle.

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~Part: 2~

"Willow."

"Yes Liz." The redhead turned from her silent observation of the dusk covered garden to find the teenager standing in the doorway. "What can I do for you?"

"What's going to happen to me? Now that my parents are. are gone."

Willow sighed heavily. She had been hoping to put off this particular conversation for another day or two to give her cousin more time to recover from the shock and her injuries. Her green eyes shot to her boyfriend and he nodded, his look saying she couldn't avoid it forever. She sighed again. "Take a seat, Liz. It's way past time we talked."

Doing as she was told, Liz looked up to find her cousin now sitting on the arm of Angel's chair, her arm across the back, his arm resting across her leg. There was a strange look in her green eyes and the younger girl felt a shiver going down her spine. For the first time, she sensed there was something really different about the elder girl, and more than just general appearance and attitude.

Her eyes were. older, wiser, showing signs of experiences she would normally associate with a person of several generations older than they were.

"Talked about what?" She asked, suddenly wary.

"The day Max Evans healed you." Willow responded bluntly, "And don't even attempt the ketchup lie, Elizabeth. I know someone has used a power of some kind to heal you. I felt it, at least I felt the residue of something when I used my own to check you over."

Liz looked at her open-mouthed, her normal common sense over-ruled in her shock. "You. you used powers, but. I don't.it's not. you're not. are you?"

"I think you broke her, Red." Spike said from his position in the doorway, a broad smirk on his face. "What have you been doing now?"

"Very funny Spike... not!" Willow glared over Angel's head at him. "What are you doing here anyway. I thought you were going with Xan and the others to do that other thing we discussed."

"We were, pet but we saw that idiot Valenti driving over here. I also caught sight of her friends." He pointed to her cousin. ".Making their way over as well. So we came back."

"Oh joy, showdown at the Roswell corral." She sighed, leaning her head on Angel's for a moment. "Who's going to get here first, Spike."

"The kids." He replied moving into the room, the others following him. "The princess is waiting for them at the front door."

"Right." She looked down at Angel. "What now?"

"Get rid of the idiot then talk to your cousin and her friends." The vampire replied as he caressed her cheek, then ran his finger across her lips.

"May I make a suggestion first." Wesley drew closer. "Ms Parker is just a little, how shall I put this, too well looking. It has been only a week since the accident and you don't want to raise the sheriff's suspicions any further."

"Oh fudge!" The little redhead said, burying her face in Angel's spiked hair as he swallowed a laugh. "I so hate it when he's right."

Liz looked from her cousin to the others, eyes growing wide in disbelief. "What's going on? Willow?"

"Just lie down on the sofa, Liz. You'll feel nothing, believe me." She replied rising from the arm of the chair as Cordelia came in with the Evans's, Michael, Maria and Alex. "And as for you five, sit down. I don't want to hear a single syllable from any of you until this unpleasant situation is over."

"Do you want help, Willow?" Giles handed the little redhead a black book.

"No, this is something I can handle by myself. The Lady has always loved masquerades." She threw a hand out to the others. "Just keep them out of the way."

"What about the Sheriff, Will?" Xander asked from his seat at the window.

"I need but five minutes." She replied as she kneeled on the floor beside her cousin.

When she looked up, her eyes were steely and her voice commanding, shocking only the younger teenagers but not her friends and family. "Delay him."

"Spike, Xander." Angel rose and moved to the front door.

"Right behind you, Peaches."

"Lead on MacDeadboy."

"Harris!"

"Nice one, Xan."

"Play nice now, boys."

Swallowing a giggle, Willow held out her hand over her cousin's body and murmured something under her breath. In front of their eyes, Liz's fresh colour disappeared and several bruises appeared on her now pale skin.

With a grin, she stood up. "Okay, Elizabeth, the rest is up to you. I firmly suspect we're going to need an Oscar performance here." She glanced over at the others. "Don't look so stunned people, there are stranger things than you might know on this earth and I did say I would explain later. Now, split up folks, let's make things look every day here."

She herself returned to the chair the vampire had been sitting in, curling up in it. Leaning her chin on her hand, she watched as Max and Maria shot to join Liz at the sofa while Cordelia, with Wesley, had moved across to join Isabel and Michael.

Giles had moved over to the study desk and was once more attempting to make head or tails of her laptop, with the assistance of Alex. That young man was actually doing his best not to smile at his obvious dislike of the machine, raising her estimation of him by several notches.

`Angel, we're ready here.' She threw out mentally to her boyfriend.

`Good, because he's just pulled in.' He responded. `We're coming back.'
 

Angel, Spike and Xander shot back into the room, the elder vampire moving straight to the redhead. He lifted her out of her chair and sat down, smiling slightly as she curled up in his lap, head buried against his neck as she curled her hand inside her shirt. He ran his hand over her hair, playing with the fiery strands.

"Are you alright, little one." He murmured in a low voice only she could hear. "You're paler than I like."

"I've been better." She murmured, as she snuggled even closer and began playing with the buttons of his shirt. "You know I really thought that we were just going to be here for a simple conference and networking sessions. Alien conspiracies with a law force nothing like our own was of the most definite not on the agenda."

"You know us, Will, nothing ever seems to be simple." He rested his chin on her head as she hid her face against him again.

"Angel, what are we going to do about Liz." She murmured into his neck. "This lot are way too close, and I don't think the other three will want to leave Roswell. I get the feeling that they think that all their answers are here."

"Can you help them?" He asked as he ran his hand down her arm.

"I don't know." She murmured. "I really don't know. As Giles said when he first told us about this conference, aliens really aren't my things either. All I know is that they most probably would be safer in Sunnydale than here. The SID condition prevalent there would be more useful to them than they really know."

"Then you'll just have to persuade them, sweetheart." Angel kissed her forehead. "If anyone could, it's you."

"I love you too, Angel." She yawned as her spell began to catch up on her. "Just have Valenti keep his voice down." She closed her eyes and
promptly fell asleep.

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