By Heather Martin

Summary- Post The Girl in Question. Angel and Spike have lost Buffy forever. . . Or have they?

Rated- PG

Spoilers- STRONGLY for Angel's The Girl in Question

Disclaimer- Joss Whedon was taught to share with his toys

AN- Okay, that episode made me so mad! What the heck . . . ? I mean . . . Buffy with The Immortal? WTF was that all about? I don't believe it I tell you! I don't!

Andrew watched Spike and Angel walk out of sight. He waited a moment afterward to make sure they were truly gone. He smiled at the beautiful girls standing in the hallway. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out two twenty dollar bills. He handed one to each of them.

"Thanks, ladies," he said.

The one girl took the money eagerly and stuffed it into her bra. The other seemed thoughtful and gave it back. Andrew gave her a curious look.

"Keep it. You can use it to take me out to dinner tomorrow night."

Andrew blinked. His mouth hung open. He forced himself to recover. "R-Really?"

The girl tossed back her hair. "Really. You're kinda cute."

A crimson blush spread over Andrew's face. He remained in stunned silence as she wrote down her number. She gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving. Andrew let out a contented sigh.

"Ah, amour," he muttered.

The blond reforming nerd shut the door with stars in his eyes. He stood there a moment with a stupid grin on his features. Then he turned, his upward lips falling into a line.

"It's all clear!" he called.

Slowly, a certain blond slayer emerged from the bedroom. She wore a pair of gray sweatpants and matching shirt. It was clear to see that she had no intention of going out that night.

"Why did you make me lie to them?" Andrew asked.

Buffy sighed. She hugged her arms. "I'm not ready to face them."

Andrew plopped down on the white sofa. He grabbed a pillow and held it to his chest.

"Ya know, I really thought you and the Immortal would have a go at it," he said.

A far off gaze stirred in Buffy's green eyes. "So did I at first. But then I realized I was hiding the truth when I spotted Angel and Spike in the club. I'm not ready to be with anyone. I can't move on. And I can't move backwards. I'm stuck. I don't know what I want and until I do . . ." She sighed again. "Angel's right. I'm still cookie dough."

"He was really upset. Both of them were."

Buffy nodded. "I know."

The slayer walked over to the window. She stared through the glass at the lit city below. She touched the surface. "I know."

Andrew shook his head. "I don't understand, Buffy. He loves you so much. And you love him. It is like one of those grand stories."

"Stories don't always have a happy ending, Andrew."

"I know, but they should."

Buffy leaned against the window. "Maybe someday."


It is up to your imagination who Andrew was referring to as 'he'.