Previously in Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel:

Buffy: First thanksgiving on my own, and we all got through it.

Xander: (Patting Anya on the shoulder.) And you know what? I think my syphilis is clearing right up.

Buffy: And they say romance is dead. Or maybe they just wish it.

Willow: Well, maybe we started a new tradition this year. (She gets a look from everyone.) Maybe not. But at least we all worked together. It was like old times.

Xander: Yeah, especially with Angel being here and everything.

Everyone looks at Buffy. (Pangs)

Cut to Angel and Buffy lying peacefully in bed.

Buffy with her head on Angel's chest: "It's a good sound. Thump-thump. Thump-thump."

Angel smiles: "It feels pretty amazing."

Buffy: "I'm so glad we didn't logic ourselves out of this. We'll make it work, right?"

Angel: "We will."

Buffy: "Oh, I'm so sleepy, - but I still want..."

Angel: "What? You couldn't possibly... Not that I wouldn't..."

Buffy: "No, no. I'm spent. Pleasantly numb even. You?"

Angel smiles: "For now."

Buffy: "No, I - want to stay awake - so this day can keep happening."

Angel kisses her on the forehead: "Sleep. We'll make another one like it tomorrow."

Buffy sleepy: "Angel? This is the first time I ever really felt this way."

Angel: "What way?"

Buffy: "Just like I've always wanted to. Like a normal girl, falling asleep in the arms of her normal boyfriend. It's perfect."

Angel kisses the top of her head as she falls asleep.

November, 23, 1999


Buffy was simply not felling herself lately, hell she wasn't felling like herself since the last time she had seen him, yay, his name is not supposed to be said. At least that's what her little sister Dawn thought, she had come to live with Buffy and Joyce for about a week, the same week when Buffy had broken up with, whatever Fishboy aka Riley Finn thought they were having, truth be told, Dawn was relieved, because between Angel, Spike and Farm Boy, in this case Angel not being able to provide happiness, she would choose Spike, regardless of what her sister said.

Buffy pondered about staying on the campus with Willow or going back home to her old bed with Mr. Gordo and the smell of fresh pancakes being made every single day. Day by day the house was looking even more tempting. It was one of those nights when all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry herself to sleep, because the dreams, they simply wouldn't let her be.

Angel as a human… was that way too much to ask?

She had staked five vampires for the night and was feeling so completely tired, like she had never felt before, Spike like usual was backing her up, even if she didn't know, which she did because she could also feel him as well, but no, those pathetic bastards had to put some bloody chip in his freaking head and now he was as bad as Angel, the big fluffy puff with bad teeth. He was lightning his cigarette when he saw a vampire about to attack the slayer without her noticing, so he did the first thing that came to his mind, he threw a stake at his heart killing him, Buffy turned to see the vampire turning to ashes and Spike a bit far away, then nothing expect darkness. Spike caught her before she fell, and took her to the hospital because he certainly wasn't gonna take her to those wankers, no matter how she felt about them.

She woke up, looking at her surroundings, and closed her eyes again, in complete denial. God, she hated hospitals.

"Spike?" Called Mrs. Summers, the bleach blonde looked up at her smiling fondly and standing to give her a hug.

"Where's Buffy?" Asked the younger Summers.

"They are letting her rest; apparently it was only a faint. But you know Doc's luv, they have to get blood and what so ever." Spike ramble, Dawn nodded, sitting on his side and laying her head on his shoulder. Joyce smiled, admiring that her daughter had a good 'vampire' friend, she now thought how little she knew about Angel, Spike had told her a lot, and that had in fact opened her eyes through her daughter's true feelings.

"Mrs. Summers?" Asked the doctor. Joyce stood and walked to meet the doctor.

"Hello. I suppose you're Ms. Summers mother, correct?"


"Well, congratulations, you have a healthy daughter, that soon will be giving you a beautiful granddaughter or grandson." And after throwing the bomb he left.

"She's pregnant?" Joyce asked.

"I knew there was something different about her."

"She's nineteen, I can't possible let her have this child…"

"Mum!" Dawn exclaimed. "It's Buffy's choice."

"She's a child Dawn!" Joyce answered.

"Who might not have much to live considering her line of work." The girl murmured, "Kick her out of that house mom, and I swear I'm leaving with her, you won't lose one child, but two; that also includes you unborn grandchild. You better think about it." Dawn resigned.

Spike put a hand on her shoulder agreeing with her. If necessary he would keep the two, bugger, three Summers safe.

"You're on her side?" Joyce asked hurt to Spike.

"Look, the slayer might be not my favorite person, but I do love little bit over here and the kid has nothing to do with it. Mum, Buffy is not going to have a long life, and might I add this can be the only chance to be a mother."

"You can visit her now." Said one of the nurses.

Dawn and Spike exchanged a quiet look; they were pretty much sure Joyce wasn't going to accept this.

Buffy was still terrified after the doctor's news, she couldn't possibly remember the last time she had slept with someone, and thank goddess she hadn't gone far enough with Riley and it wasn't Parker's either so.. Whom? Well it would be too good if it was her soul mates' but Buffy was smart enough to expect the unexpected.

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