Sunshine and Shadows

After his encounter with the Mohra demon, Angel finds a reason to stay human.

Author's note: I think Joss handled Angel's humanity massively wrong so this is me fixing it.

Disclaimer: I'm borrowing all the recognizable characters. I just didn't tell Joss Wheedon or Mutant enemy. Please don't stake me.

Flames will be used to roast marshmellows.

Buffy looked up sharply when Angel clattered down the steps into the apartment. She smiled at first in greeting, but it faded when she caught sight of his face. "I'm guessing that expression isn't because they were all out of fresh OJ at the deli," she said dryly. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened," he replied, looking extremely distracted. He paced toward her suddenly, then paused and paced away. "I just…"

When he didn't finish, Buffy put her hands on her hips. "Where have you been?"

He whirled around, his brown eyes wide and full of confusion. "I went to see the Oracles. I asked them to turn me back."

Her mouth dropped open in horror. "What?" she demanded. "Why?"

He clenched his fists. "Because more than ever I know how much I love you."

She backed away, unable and unwilling to accept that they had had only one night together. "No," she whispered. "No, you didn't."

Angel took a deep breath and walked over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Buffy, something bad is coming. You heard what the Mohra demon said."

"But he's dead," she insisted. "We killed him, remember?"

Angel shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Listen to me. Something big is on its way and one or both of us is going to die. I asked them to turn me back, but then they told me, and I couldn't…"

Hope entered her hazel-green eyes. "Wait, you're staying? You're going to stay with me?" She reached up to touch his face, running her fingers along beloved and well-remembered features. He caught her hand and pressed it against his cheek.

"I'm staying," he said softly, but there was little joy in his expression, only apprehension. "Buffy…"

"What is it?" she asked, frowning. "What did the Oracles tell you?"

He took her face in both hands and kissed her sweetly. When he pulled away, his eyes were mere inches from hers. "Buffy, you're pregnant."

Her heart stopped beating and her breath caught in her throat. A hand pressed involuntarily to her stomach. "From—from last night?" she whispered. Angel nodded.

"When they told me that, I couldn't undo it. I just couldn't bring myself to it," he said. "I'm sorry."

Buffy's face became determined. "Don't be." When Angel opened his mouth to speak, she put her fingers over his lips. "I don't care what's coming, Angel. I don't care if the whole damn world is going to end. I've stopped it before and I'll do it again. I can do anything as long as you're with me. And now," She smiled sadly. "All the more reason for us to be together."

Angel looked away, unable to meet her gaze. She took hold of his chin made him look at her. "If we die tomorrow, or next month, or next year, it doesn't matter. I love you, Angel. We have something to live for. Please, please be happy about this."

His brown eyes bored into her green ones and finally began to soften. "I love you," he whispered fiercely. "Oh God, I love you so much."

*****

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Angel turned his head to look at Doyle. The Irish half-demon leaned his elbows against the half-wall. The two of them had used this spot on the roof many times for heart-to-hearts. "We're going back to Sunnydale," he replied. "Doyle, I don't want you to think that I'm abandoning you—"

"I'd never think that, mate," Doyle interrupted firmly. He clapped Angel on the shoulder. "You're free now, man. And Buffy's needed on the Hellmouth. Go be with her. I wish you both joy."

"What about you? A-and Cordelia? What are you going to do?"

Doyle shrugged philosophically. "The Powers That Be will find someone else for me to bother," he said with a wry grin. "As for Cordelia, well, I asked her to stay with me."

Angel's eyebrows shot up. "And?"

His friend's smile grew a little wider. "And she said yes."

The knot of tension in Angel's chest eased a little. At least he knew his friends would be taken care of. "That's good. That's really good." He stretched out a hand towards Doyle. "Good luck."

Doyle shook it warmly. "You too, Angel."

They fell into companionable silence. Angel suddenly turned to his friend. "And did I tell you Buffy's pregnant?"

Doyle laughed. "Only about a thousand times, mate!"