Title: Chained To You
Author: Tracy G
Email: sissa_003@yahoo.com
Summary: Buffy and Willow visit Cordelia in LA.
Spoilers: None that I know of.
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything Buffy, I own the plot.
Notes: Doyle's in this. He's too cool not to be.
Notes 2: This takes place during a different time line. Everything that has happened on Buffy or Angel hasn't happened in this. Also I got the idea for this while I was watching an episode of Hercules.

Part 3


"I am so going to kill them," Buffy muttered under her breath as she dragged Angel over to Cordelia's desk and started puling out drawers and rummaging through them.

"What are you doing?" Angel asked.

"Cordelia must have a hair clip I can use to pick the lock on these things," Buffy answered.

"But, Willow said-"

"I don't care what Willow said!" Buffy shouted. "I just want to get out of these things and go home. Damn!" She slammed the desk drawer shut. "There's nothing there." The elevator in the back of the office caught her eye. "Where does that go? Down to your apartment?'

"Yeah." Before he had a chance to say anything else Buffy had dragged him into the elevator and hit the down button. "Why are we going to my apartment?"

"You have weapons, I'm going to cut these things off."

"You're kidding?" Angel laughed. She gave him a look. "You're not kidding." Angel hit a button and the elevator stopped halfway to the bottom.

"What are you doing?" Buffy asked reaching out to hit the button again but her hand was grabbed away by Angel.

"You think I'm going to let you anywhere near my hand with a sharp object when you're this pissed at me?"

"Oh, come on. It's not like I'm gonna chop your hand off or anything," Buffy argued.

Angel shrugged. "We have more important things to worry about right now then these stupid cuffs." He reached out and restarted the elevator. "I want to get the gem from it's hiding place before Spike comes looking for it. Then we can try and get these off, okay?"

"Okay." Buffy was quiet for a moment before she said, "If I did cut your hand off I would feel guilty about it."

"Now, that's reassuring."

"You would hide it in the stinking sewers, wouldn't you?" Buffy crinkled her nose in disgust and jumped as a rat scurried past her foot. "Eww!"

"It's the last place anyone would think to look," Angel answered. "This way." He turned right at a fork in the tunnels.

"So, uh, how long have had the gem?" Buffy asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

"Whistler gave it to me about a year ago, when I first came here," Angel told her reluctantly, knowing it would make her even angrier with him.

A year! He'd had it a year and never said one word to her. "Oh. Obviously I was important enough to you for you to tell me."

"Buffy, you know that's not true," Angel started to explain.

"Look," Buffy said in a cold voice. "Let's not get into this now. I've had a long day and I'm tired." She started to cross her arms in front of her chest, then remembered that her hand was cuffed to Angel's and let her arms hang at her side. "Let's get the gem and get out of here."

"Alright," Angel agreed as they started walking again. "We are going to have to have talk sometime, though."

"I know. In the morning. After I have a chance to think."

"Here it is," Angel said kneeling down. When he stood up he was holding a brick in his hand.

"The gem is a brick?" Buffy asked confused.

"No." Angel hit a small, almost invisible button on the side of the brick. The top of it popped open, revealing a small gold ring with a green gem in the middle of it. "The gem is in the brick." He held it out for her to see.

"Oh." Buffy took it from him. "It's pretty." She though for a minute. "So, this little thing protects against, sun, crosses, staking, and curses?"

"Yeah," Angel said taking the ring from her and shoving it in his pocket. "We should head back now."

Buffy covered her mouth to smother a yawn as they walked back into Angel's apartment.

"It's late," Angel said looking at his watch. "Your tried. You should sleep."

"Yeah, I guess, but what about you?" She lifted their cuffed hands. "It's not like you can go anywhere else."

"I'll be fine. I'll sleep, too," he assured her, leading her into the bedroom. "Do you want the wall side?"

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Do I have a choice? Unless we sleep at the foot of the bed, I'm stuck with the wall side."

"Right, good point," Angel said as she crawled under the covers. He followed and turned the out the lamp next to the bed. "Good-night, Buffy."

"Good-night, Angel," she replied into the darkness.




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