Summary: When push comes to shove, Angel has to make a confession.
Challenge: none, just a weird thought that crossed my mind awhile back.
Timeline: end of 'Prophecy Girl'.
Warning: I don't think so.
Thanks to my betas: none this time.
Disclaimer: BtVS and AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
While they took a break from dancing at the Bronze, Xander proudly shared how he saved Buffy's life by giving her CPR because Angel couldn't.
Willow thought about that for several minutes before she finally babbled out, "I don't understand why Angel couldn't do mouth-to-mouth. Since he doesn't process air like we do, he would pretty much be forcing regular air into Buffy's lungs instead of the carbon dioxide that Xander did."
"I've always wondered about vamps that smoke," Buffy commented absently. "Seems strange that if they don't breathe, how can they suck the smoke in?"
They all looked at Angel expectantly until he confessed, "Fine! I never learned how to do CPR. But in my defense, why would I need to? It's not as if I spend a lot of time around humans."
Surprisingly, it was Xander who spoke up next, "Yeah, I can understand that. I mean, how weird would it be to get medical treatment of any kind from a vampire? I'd always be worried they would slip up and snack on me instead."
A/N: Sorry, couldn't help the small poke at Twilight's Carlisle.