Not Mine.

Angel growled out into the darkened room. His phone was ringing. Again. For the fourth time. Reaching out, Angel switched on his bedside light and felt around until he found was and tried to get his eyes used to the light.

"What the hell do you want, Rayne?" Angel growled.

On the other end of the line, Ethan chuckled. Liam was one of the very few who were able to speak to him such a manner and get away with it.

"Yes, hello, Liam," he spoke, a hint of laughter still in his tone, "Sorry for calling you at this time of night... but there is something I need you to do."

Angel sighed, reaching one hand down to his alarm clock and reading the numbers."Now?!"

"No, not exactly at this minute..."

"Well, in that case, why the hell are you waking me up?" he demanded.

"Liam, if you would let me finish..." Ethan paused for a beat before continuing, "No, not right at this very second, but given the situation, I thought you might want to know as soon as possible."

Angel sighed out loud once again. "Want to know what?" he finally asked.

"What it is I am wanting you to do."

Angel growled. "You're pissing me off, Rayne. And this isn't the time for it. So what is it already so that I can either agree to or just go ahead and tell you to fuck off already, but in either way, I can get back to getting some damn sleep?"

Ethan let out another soft chuckle. "I want you to go to Sunnydale," he spoke after another small beat, a smirk forming on his lips as the words left him.

On the other line, Angel went completely silent. Sucking in a deep breath, a thousand images came flying at him all of a sudden of a certain young blonde he didn't know but certainly knew of.

"What... What do you want me there for?" he finally spoke.

"Well, as you may know, Buffy ran off to that dreadful small town not too long ago and apparently she has it in her head that she wants to stay. I want someone to go there and watch over her."

Buffy Summers wasn't truly Ethan's daughter, but that never really matter to either of them nor anyone else for that matter.

"Liam?" Ethan question after a few long silent filled moments passed.

"Babysitting really isn't my thing, Ethan," Angel said, his mind racing with too many thoughts all at once. His emotions not too far behind from this bit of news flying at him out of nowhere.

The older man's face turned into a large grin back in his home. He knew things better than that. "True, but I trust you Liam and I know that you'll protect her. That's something I want, something that I very much need."

Standing up, Angel started to pace around his bedroom thinking this over, trying to not get overexcited, trying to weigh the options, trying to think clearly, trying to grasp onto something to keep him from agreeing.

"I thought you had decided to give her some space."

Ethan sighed. "I am. I'm giving her... limited space..."

"Great," he mumbled. Angel closed his eyes, coming to a stop in the middle of the floor, rubbing a hand down his face. "Do I have an actual choice in this?"

"Of course you do Liam, it's just... I would much rather you accepted is all."

"Rayne, you know there are... reasons... as to why I haven't..." he sighed heavily. "I just don't think..."

Of course he knew, that's why he had called. "Liam, yes or no," he cut him off.

Taking his sweet time in answering, he finally growled out "Fine. But can we talk about all the details in the morning huh?"

"Of course," he said, smiling broadly once again, "Thank you, Liam. I will call you in the morning."

"Whatever," he said and quickly hung up the phone. He closed his eyes and then swung the cellphone toward the wall, a few curses following. Trying to stop himself before he started shaking or letting his mind catch up with all of this, he went and got back into the bed. He turned off the light and hoped to God he knew what he was getting himself into.

Ethan on the other hand just clapped his hands together, setting the phone down. He couldn't have been happier.


Just because she wasn't surprised, it didn't mean she wasn't pissed. As in truly, very pissed.

"Buffy dear, how are..."

"Why were all of my things taken and moved?" she demanded hotly into the phone, cutting her father off. "Why are there moving vans here? What in the world is it that you think you are doing? Why can't you understand that I..."

"Buffy, calm down."

"I will not calm down! I ran away for a reason, Dad!"

Ethan sighed. "I'm not forcing you to come back, Buffy, I just... I want to make sure that you're okay is all. I want..."

"I am okay, perfectly okay. I can survive on my own you know. I don't need anyone to look after me."

"I need someone to."

"No," she replied stubbornly.

"Buffy..." he sighed again, "He will be there tomorrow."

"I do not want nor do I need anyone to..."

"His name is Angelus. Liam Angelus."

"Great," she started, pacing, her anger flaring, her free hand flying wildly into the air in frustration, "So, not only are you treating me like a child and sending someone out here to babysit me, but a stranger no less?!"

She heard him start to reply with something but she slammed the phone close and then she screamed. Life was so unfair.


Angel rolled his window down and lowered his sunglasses, staring around at the small town in disgust. He already hated it. Hell, he hated it before he'd even got here.

Buffy could have ran away to anywhere in the world, why she chose here he couldn't fathom.

Angel shook his head then rolled the window back up and looked back at his driver. He slipped his shades back down to his nose and rested his head back.



Buffy took in some deep breaths then looked around as box after box was carried in, as the furniture was carted in and moved around being put into place.

She looked on as her freedom slipped away.

She growled low in her throat once more and then hurried to grab at her coat and her purse, not bothering with anything more, and started for the door.

Buffy threw it open in a huff and stomped out, immediately finding herself connecting to a hard chest with an "Omph!" falling from her lips. She tumbled back and caught her breath as she glared upward.

"Get back in the house," came quite the order.

Buffy barely heard him though. It was like he sounded distant, like as if in a dream. And she could believe it was just that. Guys who looked that gorgeous didn't really exist, did they?

She had seen many handsome men in her life but not a one were able to compare to this one before her now. She had no words to describe. She felt her knees weaken all of a sudden, her heart begin to race, her breathing hitch. She couldn't take her eyes away.

Angel let the girl before him stare for several minutes. He remained still and hard, his eyes thankfully hidden behind dark sunglasses to not betray him as he took her in as well.

This wasn't the first time he had ever seen her, not by a long shot, but this was the first time it had been like this. This close to her, able to really see her, feel her, smell her. This was the first time she'd ever laid eyes back upon him, ever knew he probably even existed, talked to him and all of that.

Finally though, Angel forced himself to take a step forward, closing the distance between them. He heard her suck in a breath a moment before he bent some, lifting the small blonde into his arms and then carried her back into the house and sat her back down to her feet quickly.

It seemed to shake her out of her trance.


Buffy glared at him, taking a few steps backward. "What the hell do you think you are doing?!"

"I told you to go back inside."

"Excuse me?" she snapped.

"Where did you think you were going to go?" he asked and then he gave a smile her way as he took his glasses off and looked around the place. It could have been worse. He had dealt with worse. "Where is it you think you could run off to where your father wouldn't look for you, wouldn't find you, and wouldn't come after you?"

She wanted to scream again. "You work for my father?"

"Was that not obvious?" Angel unbuttoned his jacket and walked a few steps around, getting a slightly better view.

Buffy's hands fisted at her sides. "Who are you?"

"You're free to call me Angelus if you want."

There was a fight going on inside of her with that breaking news. First, she stumbled backward again, a mixture of emotions inside of her. She had to give Ethan some credit for this one. She had not seen it coming. But secondly, there was still a boiling anger, and she forced it to win out.

"You're not supposed to be here until tomorrow!"

Angel smiled and shrugged.

"Son of a bitch!" she swore. She continued to glare at the unnaturally handsome Angelus. He turned around and winked at her and she hurried to wipe the flushed look from her face and replace it with anger again. "Whatever," she muttered then tried to run for the door again but in lightening speed he had caught up to her, grabbing her around the waist. "Let me go!" she growled, trying to wiggle away.

He spun her around so she'd face him only a second before he slammed her up against the door, his body pressing into her. "Don't make me tie you up," he whispered, his voice husky, his body hard against her, his face too close, his breath hot against her skin, "You probably wouldn't enjoy it, but I know I would," he told her then stepped away, watching as she fell to the floor softly, her knees unable to hold her up.

He looked at her for another few moments then turned away.

Buffy stared after him, her heart pounding, her body trembling. But not out of fear.

Suddenly, she felt herself being pushed against and hurried to scoot out of the way of whoever was trying to get through the door. She didn't trust her legs still so just headed for a wall out of the way and tried to calm down.