Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters except for the ones that I have added to the story. They all belong to Joss, I'm just playing with them for a while.

A/N : For the benefit of this story lets pretend that Angel turned down Lyla's offer, Buffy and the gang didn't go to Rome and that Cordy woke up from her coma shortly after the fight with Jasmine. The story picks up from that moment.


September 13th

Wesley stared at Angel, confused by his reaction.

"Angel did you hear what I said? Cordelia just woke up. She's asking for you." Wesley repeated. Angel was still staring out of the double doors, a confused expression on his face. "Is everything alright?" He asked. Angel nodded, pulling his eyes away from the doors and trying to muster a smile for Wesley.

"Fine. Everything's fine. I just…Something feels…different." He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He was probably just over-reacting. The trouble was over now. He should relax. Go spend some time with Cordy. He turned without saying another word to Wes and walked up the stairs towards her room.

Wesley watched him go and shrugged as Gunn walked into the Lobby.

"Somehow I don't think that's the look of a happy man." Gunn said placing his newly cleaned axe in the weapons cabinet. Wesley shrugged again.

"He says that he feels something is wrong. But I don't know what he…" Wesley stopped staring at the double doors and the person who stood there. Gunn stared at the small blonde girl in their doorway, with a suitcase by her feet. She was looking at Wesley a little shyly.

"Hey Wes." She said simply. Wesley nodded in recognition.

"Good evening Buffy."

"Buffy?" Gunn repeated walking up to her and shaking her hand. "You're Buffy? The Buffy?" She nodded, a little red in the face.

"That's me. And I have a small favor to ask." She added turning her attention back to Wesley. "Is he here?" Wes nodded.

"He knew you were coming, he felt it." Wes said, the pieces of the puzzle making sense to him suddenly, "Even if he didn't quite know what he was feeling. He's upstairs, room 109." Buffy nodded to Wes and headed up the flight of stairs Wes had indicated.

What was she doing here. She could have gone anywhere she wanted, but she ended up on his doorstep. She followed her instincts. She may not know her way around the hotel, but she could find him anywhere. She stopped briefly outside the door to room 109. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Whatever she had expected to see, it wasn't this. Angel was locked in an embrace with a brunette. When they jumped apart she was nearly sick to discover that it was Cordelia. She hoped her surprise and slight disgust didn't show n her face as she continued.

"Wesley told me to come up. I guess I should have knocked first." She tried to make it sound casual. But Angel looked mortified. Buffy also couldn't help but notice that Cordy had a smug smile on her face. Buffy's hands itched to wipe that smile off her face permanently. It took all her strength to keep her hands at her sides as she continued. "Have you got a minute?" She asked Angel, motioning outside the door. He nodded quickly and followed her out of the room without looking back at Cordy who was busy glaring at the back of Buffy's blonde head to notice.

Once out in the hallway Buffy turned round to face Angel, he spoke first,

"I'm sorry you had to see that. I didn't want you to.."

"I need a favor." Buffy said quickly, cutting him off. She didn't want to listen to him apologize for moving on. It wasn't his fault that she couldn't form a normal healthy relationship. She was going to force herself to be happy for him.

"What do you need?" He asked, sincere, as he always was when she needed something from him. Buffy shuffled her feet and stared at the floor. Hoping that she wasn't about to sound really cheeky asking for his help.

"We need a place to stay. Sunnydale has been totally destroyed. We won't stay long." Angel was smiling at her, his lopsided smile that could halt her speech mid flow.

"You can stay for as long as you like. I know you've had a lot on your hands." Buffy laughed bitterly.

"You have no idea. You also do not understand what you have just let yourself in for."

An hour later Angel stood in the lobby with the entire Scooby gang and about thirty girls littering his floor. Fred had gone upstairs half an hour ago to start making some rooms up. Gunn was deep in conversation with Faith and Cordy was in her room, sulking.

"I owe you so bad for this." Buffy said smiling at him. Angel chuckled.

"Yeah, you do."

"Would you mind showing me where I can shower. I have a horrible feeling I smell like apocalypse and you should know that's not an attractive aroma." She said wrinkling her nose up. Angel wanted to tell her that she smelt fine, just the way she always had. Perfect, but instead he lead her upstairs.

"The water hasn't been properly linked to the other rooms yet. So until Wes sorts that out later you can use my shower." He said trying to stop his hand shaking as he opened the door to his room. Buffy's hearted quickened as she followed him in and silently cursed herself knowing he would be able to hear it. She dumped her bag down on his large bed and looked around appreciatively.

"I like it." She said simply, taking n the dark colors and antique furnishings. "It suits you." Angel smiled, he considered it strange that he was glad she liked his home. Would it really have mattered if she didn't? Of course it would.

"The showers through there." He said pointing to the door for his bathroom. They both stood there in an awkward silence for a second then Buffy rifled through her bag and pulled out some fresh clothes and her washbag.

"I really do appreciate what you're doing for me Angel." She said, staring him directly in the eye. "You help me whenever I ask for it, and you don't ask for anything in return. You really don't have to." She said, aware that she was beginning to babble.

"Yes I do." He said before leaving her to shower, heading back down to the corridor to Cordy's room. He could only guess that amount of groveling he was about to have to do.