Part Ten "Who are you?" Buffy automatically asked the vampire before her. She was in official Slayer mode. "Not the stake and ask questions later type, eh?" "You're a vampire." He feigned a gasp. "No way!" Then he took on a serious expression. "Do you think that makes me a bad person?" Buffy narrowed her eyes. "What's your name?" "Ah, ah, now peaches, all will be revealed in time. Just you wait." "For what?" Spike gave it some thought. "Well, St. Vigeous I suppose." "Tell me your name." "Damnit, stop prying. I'm not telling you--" "Spike!" A vampire yelled from the driveway. Spike whipped around furiously and stomped over to the vampire. He grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him up off his feet. "Dalton, you idiot! I was geared up for a cryptic, yet fashionably scary entrance into the Slayers' life and you have to go and blow it by saying my damned name! Well, this is perfect..." "I'm sorry," Dalton whimpered. From behind, the door slammed shut. Spike glanced back to see this and his anger grew. "You see tha'? Now I can't even have a stealthy sneak-off-into-the-night exit! Have you no respect for traveling incognito, man?" "I'm sorry." "No matter, she's expecting us on St. Vigeous now. At least her Watcher'll figure it out. Let's go plan our real strategy out...and don't you go off telling everybody like the Annoying One. I'd hate to have to kill such a smart bloke like you." Dalton immediately nodded. -- "It's a vampire," Buffy said as she reentered the living room. She was just in time to see Willow waking up. She sprinted the rest of the short distance to the couch, kneeling down next to her. "Willow, what happened?" "Blonde...vampire...hit me over and over...he told me he needed the Slayer -- you, that he needed help because his family was being hurt...the minute I pointed your house out he knocked me out." "Spike, the Billy Idol look alike?" "Yeah, only I didn't know his name was Spike -- he said it was 'William.' How weird are the names going to get around here?" "He'd be with Drusilla," Angel said mostly to himself. Willow glanced wryly to Angel. "I guess they could get worse." "Angel? You know something?" "Spike...he...he killed my Father." "I thought you killed the vamp--" "No, Spike didn't make him." "Oh. Ohh..." "I figured the Slayer before you would have taken him out." "Mhm, Merrick said she died in Cleveland." "I see. Spike's an old vampire, tomorrow have Giles look up on he and Drusilla." Willow cleared her throat. "Uh, guys? You do realize Buffy's Mom is in here, right?" "She knows," Buffy replied. "Oh, okay," Willow bobbed her head in comprehension. Her Mom knew but didn't really believe. It was only to be expected. Part Eleven "So everyone's accounted for?" Buffy looked around the library table. Angel was behind her leaning against the bookcase while Xander sat next to Willow with Cordelia across from them. "Where's Jenny?" Giles questioned. "I spoke to her just last night." "Did she leave the house?" Buffy asked. "No, she went straight to bed." "Are you sure? I mean Ms. Calendar's reasonably young..." Buffy trailed off as Giles shot her a withering look. "She'll be here. Meanwhile, *you* Watcher of mine need to get hot with the research." "Yes, of course. Spike is it?" "And Drusilla," Angel added. "I'll be in the stacks then. You all go on to your classes." "I'll help you, Giles," Angel offered. "Thank you, Angel," Giles hurried up the stairs and disappeared into the stacks. "Buffy," Angel held her back as the others left. She turned to face her love, eyebrows raised. "Everything okay?" Angel searched her eyes for a sign he should say what he had. The expectant expression was cue enough. "I wanted to talk to you about school..." "What about? I mean college is almost two years ago for me, I mean..." "No, it's not that." "Then what's it about?" "I'm thinking of going back to school." Buffy's already raised brows went even higher. "Oh. Um, I mean -- popular phrase today -- just, wow, school...with me." "If you...This is really your decision, although I do want to go back...I probably brought it up too soon--" "No, no!" She calmed him down with a reassuring smile, also helping herself to ease into comfort with the situation. "It's good. Just my head, never knows what to process. I think you going to school with me is good. It should be your decision though, not mine. When?" "Well, college...I could take the SAT's over and apply wherever you're going." "I like. And we can dorm up and stuff -- well probably not dorm but apartment up, I guess." "Yeah." "We should talk more about this later. Right now I have Math to fry." She tugged him in for a goodbye kiss. "Picking me up from school later?" "As promised," Angel nodded. "Good. And date?" "Also set." "Can't wait." She kissed him again and scampered out of the library. "Angel?" Giles called from behind a book case. "Any luck?" "Oh, uh, yeah Giles..." Angel grabbed a random book off the table and flipped through it. There, by chance, lay a picture of Drusilla. "Here..." He rushed up the stairs to meet Giles at the head of them. "This is what she looks like." "That's a rather young photograph of her." "Black and white, nineteenth century." "Ah, what all does it read?" "Just what I already know. As a human she had a rare psychic ability that ultimately drove her insane. William the Bloody, or Spike as he's called now, sired her." "And he was sired by whom?" "Darla." "So he is almost two and a half centuries old, with a psychotic psychic vampire a century and some odd years as her partner *and* on the Master's bloodline? I believe the word 'panic' is in order." "Giles, Buffy killed the Master." "Yes, but Angel she also died fighting him." "And how did she come back to us? Xander and I were lucky to get there in time. Strength in numbers, Giles." "Yes, I suppose you're right." "Good. Did Buffy tell you about what Spike said to her?" "What, did she sit down and have a damned tea party with him?" Angel blinked. "Giles, calm down. She wasn't going to fight him with Willow hurt inside. She said he mentioned St. Vigeous." "That would be the upcoming vampire holiday, yes," Jenny said from the counter, dropping her purse down upon it. "Jenny," Giles let his tension dissipate and hurried down the steps to greet her. "You're all right." "I'm fine. I slept in. Hope I wasn't presumed dead or something." "Morning, Ms. Calendar," Angel said. "Hi Angel," she smiled at him briefly and returned her gaze to Giles. "The night of St. Vigeous is this weekend. It's like a vampire crusade -- the Slayer even died during the last one. The town itself she was trying to protect...well, let's just say Pompeii's loss doesn't even begin to compare." "Pompeii," Angel repeated aloud. "That bad?" "Left no human neck unchewed," she replied with a sigh. "We'll have to talk to Buffy about this," Giles grumbled. He didn't like the sound of this at all. "I'll help her train Giles, tonight after our date." "That would be most appreciative Angel. As long as you two don't get side tracked." Angel shook his head. "Never gonna happen." Part Twelve "Heeey!" Buffy bounced up into Angel's waiting embrace and showered little kisses over his face. "How was your day?" "It's been rather dull. Found something about Spike's plans, though. We'll uh, have to train later." "Sure, if we don't get sidetracked." She nuzzled his nose with hers, giggling. "Seriously Buffy, this is important." "Okay, okay. I promise. As long as whatever it is doesn't mess up with my having to host Parent- Teacher night Friday." She wriggled out of his arms and hopped in the car. Angel blinked, getting into his side. "Parent-Teacher night?" "Yep, Snyder punishment. Anyway, tomorrow I have flyer making and then Thursday I have poster things and then Friday I make snacks and stuff." "All after school? That's a bit harsh." Angel started the car and pulled out into the street. "I guess, not like I don't deserve it." "I can come by and help." "Really? You'd do that for me?" "I'd...well not love to but, you know." She simpered. "Yeah, yeah. But PT Night is Friday, so I won't have to deal with Veggies yet." "Vigeous," Angel corrected. "Sorry." "No big. I should learn these things anyway." "No, you shouldn't have to." "Well, it's my sacred duty to learn about Vigeous and Anointed Ones and the bumpy crawlies." "I know, but you shouldn't have to...regardless of your station." "Sweet talker," Buffy teased and poked him in the side. "I'm a glutton for it." "No harm, no foul. I like sweet talk." "Won't get out of training without it." "Looking forward to it," she smiled. -- Buffy launched a high kick into Angel's chest, no sooner hopping up off the floor as he tried to sweep her did her other foot come up to knock him in the chin. He fell back but grabbed hold of her feet and she fell to her back, pulling him down with her. He planted his hands down on either side of her and she spread her legs apart slightly, without even realizing. Tentatively, he kissed her and she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist and pulled him closer Tongues slipped past their barriers, and the need to be complete overwhelmed them. Her small hands moved to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it while he placed feather light kisses along side her neck. She could barely concentrate even now as she nudged him back to take his shirt off. Afterwards he sat back against the couch, still on the floor, and she sat over his lap in the same straddled position only now she was seated. Angel's hands swept under her shirt and she shifted slightly so he could pull it over her head. He paused, pressing his forehead to hers while drawing in a deep breath. "Are you sure?" Her eyes glimmered. "I'm positive." "I just don't--" She silenced him with a kiss. -- Xander begrudgingly approached the door to Angel's apartment, muttering to himself. "Go check on Buffy and Angel, make sure they're really training why don't you," he mocked his own voice. "Does he really have to ask?" He raised a hand to knock when he heard a loud groan come from within. Xander glanced around suspiciously from side to side. "Please tell me that was the ghost next door..." He fell silent at another moan filtering through the door, this one a bit more audible. "Gee, I don't think that was loud enough for them to hear all the way in Syria!" So he pounded mercilessly on the door. There was no way that should be allowed during training. And it couldn't be legal. "You guys!" He shouted. "Hey! What's going on in there?" Part Thirteen Angel turned over on his back, resting next to Buffy. She snuggled closer to him, smiling broadly. Tilting his head down, he returned the glowing smile and kissed the top of her head. Then there was that pesky knock on the door. "That would be um..." "Bad," Angel finished. "Yeah." "I'll get it. I'm pretty sure my pants are gonna be easier to find." He clambered out of bed and glanced back down to Buffy as she curled up under the covers. "I did take them off there, right?" "Uh huh." He nodded, going about in his search -- he found them on his lamp. He took them down and put them on quickly. "Xander," he acknowledged as he opened the door. "What was going on?" Xander immediately asked. Angel glanced off to the side. "Training. Buffy was worn out, she's sleeping." "Since when does screaming have anything to do with training?" "She didn't scream, and I accidentally hit her in the face. That's probably what you heard, I don't see anything risque about it." "You hit her?" Mollified, Xander clenched a fist. "...Training...she did her fair share of damage to me." "Right. Giles just wanted me to see if you got side tracked." "She was tired, and I'm having her stay the night. It's not a problem." "Dropping her off at school tomorrow morning, I take it?" "You sound like you're her Father, Xander, calm down." "Right. I'll get going then -- say hi for me." "All right. Bye," Angel closed the door in his face, locked it, and went to go slip back into bed with Buffy. He tugged her closer to him, his frustrations with Xander leaving him the minute he felt her next to him. "It was--" "Xander, yeah, I heard him. It's no big." Buffy rested her head against his chest, sighing contentedly. "This was nice." "Yes, it was." "Okay, you now realize that I love you even more, right?" He grinned at her. "Bet I love you more." "Oh yeah? Prove it Mister Mush." His grin turned devious and he rolled atop her, virtually pinning her down under his form. She widened her eyes in surprise. "Okay, I will." -- The following morning, hand-in-hand Buffy and Angel walked into the library. Giles disentangled himself from Jenny and glanced sheepishly to the couple. "Uh, good morning," he mumbled. Jenny cleared her throat, feigning a pleasant smile. "Hello." Buffy wrinkled her nose. " 'Kay, I'm scarred for life." Giles quickly switched subjects. "How was everything last night?" Buffy and Angel just looked at each other. -- "Oh my God, Will, it was beautiful!" Buffy exclaimed to her best redheaded friend. "I mean, setting aside the fact that it was totally illegal, it was the best night of my life." Willow stared in awe. "Wow." "I know, it's so...it's not what I expected. Such an intimate thing, and he shared it with me." "It was the first time--" "For the both of us," Buffy finished with a nod. "I just knew in my heart, he was the one -- before we, y'know." "I'm so happy for -- did you -- were you...safe?" Willow lowered her voice. Buffy looked panicked. "Oops?" "Oh no!" Willow instinctively hugged her friend. "It'll be okay, Buffy." "I should talk to him," her voice was quivering. "About this...after school when he and I are flyer- making." "Xander and I will be in the library the whole time if things go bad." "Thanks Will." Buffy shut her locker, nodded bravely to Willow and they went their opposite ways down the hall. Part Fourteen Buffy stared into the computer screen before her, trying to find the guts to have this little talk with Angel. She took in a deep breath and finally said what was on her mind. "Angel, we need to talk." She winced at the uncomfortable feeling that fell. "Don't panic, it's not a bad talk." Angel straightened from his leaning position over Buffy's shoulder. "What about?" She turned around in her chair, suspiring uneasily. "We didn't...you know..." "Use protection, I know. I didn't think it mattered, I--" "Not matter? How -- why --" "Calm down--" "How can I--" "I haven't explained yet, Buffy. It'd be easier if we quit cutting each other off." "Sorry, explain. Fast." "I have..I can't exactly..." "Oh," she let it sink in slowly. "Oh! God...I'm so sorry, I just...I was worried, and this doesn't make me feel better because what you have to deal with but�" "Hey," he lifted her chin so she'd look him in the eye. "Forget about it. It's okay." "Still sorry." "Don't be," he smiled at her. "It's not your fault." "I don't think anyone's at fault here. But can I make it up to you later?" "I'm sure we could work something out." "Well, this weekend, Mom's out of town and she specifically asked me to stay with you." "I wouldn't mind." "She said after PT Night she'd drop me off at your place." "I like the idea." "Major bonding time," Buffy winced seconds later. "I mean..." Angel gave a laugh. "It's okay Buffy, I know what you mean." "Okay. Back to flyer making before Snyde-man shows up." Angel nodded and Buffy swiveled back around in her chair, playing around with the different font styles that were on the computer. This was actually kind of fun, designing flyers. She had put a flower border and anything girly-ish one could think of on it. She was going to make two different ones, this one and a more "manly" one just for Angel's sake. "Flowers again? Buffy don't you think--" "Shush! You can have your turn making the more guyish one, be patient. Where's the pink printing paper?" Angel inwardly groaned and went in search of it. Part Fifteen Ducking an oncoming punch, Buffy brought her fist up into the vampire foe's gut while Angel took him from behind -- the stake lodging itself nicely in his back. She dusted herself off, rising to her feet and saw another one behind Angel. She shoved him to the side, jumping off both feet to slam them neatly into the vampire's chest. As she scrambled to stand, Angel had moved forward -- punching the vampire straight across the face. Buffy somersaulted forward instead and kicked her leg out underneath the vampires' feet -- knocking him off them. She reached up, gesturing for Angel to hand her the stake and no sooner had he done that, that a neat pile of ash had it's momentary place on the cemetery grounds. Angel helped Buffy stand and she tossed the stake aside. "Lots of vamps out tonight, what was that, number seven?" "Six I think. It's because of Spike, he's out full force building his group up for this weekend..." "Maybe I should walk you home first, I just...I don't want you to run into him without me there. No means to crush the male ego at all, I just don't think I could lose you." "You don't have to be modest for me, Buffy. It's probably a wise idea..." "Good, no complaints." "...But since I did drive my car here..." "Oh yeah. Forgot that. Well, still, I can walk home from your place." "Are you sure? I don't think--" "Ah, ah! Come on, let's get you home. Besides, Mom wanted me home by ten anyway." "All right, if you insist." She nodded firmly and they walked back to his car. There in the driver's seat sat Spike, fiddling with the wheel. He saw the couple approach and waved them over. Angel and Buffy approached slowly, stopping by the passenger side door. "What are you doing here, Spike?" Buffy hissed. "Looking to give some a nice kick in the ass," he replied simply. "Up for it?" Buffy glanced to Angel and shrugged. "He's just a vampire." "He's not just a vampire, he's got a couple of centuries on his back," Angel retorted. "Still, if I fight him now I have a good chance of winning so..." "I'll be close." "That sounds more like it!" Spike hopped over the door of the car and moved over to where the couple stood. "I'd like to take this in there, so just sit here keeping the car warm peaches." He said to Angel while guiding Buffy back into the cemetery. Angel waited till they were out of view to go back into the cemetery, watching them from a distance. "This is really old-fashioned don't you think?" Buffy questioned. "I was born in the eighteenth century," Spike snorted. "Good point. Let's get this over with." "Suit yourself." Spike sent a kick to Buffy's kneecaps, immediately knocking her to the ground. She rolled backwards and up to her feet, spin kicking him in the head as he neared her. Before he recovered she followed it up with an uppercut to his chin. He was the next to fall flat to the ground. He rolled to the side and up to sitting on one knee, his hand reaching out to sock her in the solar plexus as she neared him. She emitted a loud "oof!" and fell forward onto her hands. Spike reached under her, shoving her forward to land painfully on her back. He stood up, looming over her. "Hand enough yet, pet?" She sent her knee up into his face and he stumbled back yelping. "It's not over till the Slayer..well... stakes." Spike started backing up. "Well, then I'll be seeing you around, luv." "Whatever..." Buffy waited until he turned around before heading back to Angel. Angel met her halfway and she huffed irritably at him. "How bad is my hair?" -- "Yes, Mom, I'm okay. Positive. Okay, look, just don't invite anyway into the house that you don't know. Especially blonde haired guys that remotely resemble Billy Idol, okay? Don't even leave the house tonight. I'm going to stay over at Angel's until morning, he'll take me to school. Yes, I have some clothes here. Don't worry over me, just do as I ask okay? Thanks. Love you, bye." Buffy hung up the phone and turned to Angel, exhaling. "Okay, she's out of the woods too. And no I really don't have clothing here, but I do at school. So that'll have to do." Angel nodded. "All right." "And thanks for letting me stay over, I really appreciate it." "Buffy, you know it's no problem." "I know, I just...don't want to feel like I'm intruding. Pretty silly, huh?" Angel chuckled, "Yeah, pretty silly. You should get to bed, I don't want to get you late to school." "'Cause that would be such a horrible thing." She cut him off before he protested. "I know, I know. I'll hit the hay. G'night." She kissed him and scampered into the bedroom. He joined her after she finally dozed off fifteen minutes later. Part Sixteen After school the following day, Buffy, Willow and Xander stood around the High School lounge looking over the long pieces of butcher paper that they had just finished painting. Xander was staring proudly over his work of a splatter paint design while Buffy and Willow admired their neatly painted yellow piece. "This sheet of butcher paper one day...will be famous," he said to the girls in a proud voice. "I will be known throughout the world..." "As the best person who can splatter paint on paper?" Buffy questioned. "You mock me now, but just you wait..." "We shouldn't mock him Buffy," Willow began to say. "I mean he could be right, he could become famous for this -- you should see his finger paint art from second grade. That stuff could be priceless." "How foolish of me," Buffy tittered. "I'm gonna go get more paint," Xander offered and made his way to the Art room. As soon as he left, Willow turned to Buffy looking overly eager. "Well? The talk? How'd the talk go?" "Right," Buffy cleared her throat. "He can't...you know." "Have baby Eggberts?" Willow frowned. "Exactly. I felt so bad for freaking like that afterwards too." "Oh Buffy, that's not your fault though." "I know. I just felt terrible for bringing it up, I should've known better. He didn't seem uncomfortable about telling me, which is a good -- but I don't think he would have told me to begin with." "He has opening up issues, that's understandable. Most guys are like that." "That's true. I just don't want him to think at all that he can't talk to me about these things." "You should tell him that," Willow nodded. "When he comes around today." "He's not...coming around today. I asked him to stay home, I'm gonna swing by after we're done here before patrol. You and Xander are coming with me, I'm not letting you out of my sight until this all blows over. And even then." "Buffy, you don't have to worry about us." "I do worry, when you live on a Hellmouth, Will..." "Okay, worry, but not too much." "Promise. Okay, now we need the paint. Where's Xander?" "Getting it. So what do we wanna write on these?" "Parent teacher night and the date?" Willow blinked. "Just a thought." "Good thought, a simple thought. Did you see the flyers Angel and I made?" "Oh yeah! The pink one's so cute!" Buffy grinned. "That one would be mine. The one with the big black writing and all that? That's Angel's." Willow rolled her eyes in a teasing manner. "He's such a guy." "He's my guy," Buffy said in a slightly defensive tone. "Ladies, I have the paint," Xander announced and set them on the empty table they had pulled up. "Dig in and enjoy while I make a pit stop for a mop -- just in case." He slipped away again. Buffy and Willow exchanged a look. "The art room isn't that far away. Why'd he take so long?" Willow watched after Xander as he disappeared around the bend. "Not sure, but at least he's being semi helpful. We should get painting." Buffy shrugged and went over to the canisters Xander had brought. "See, since we painted it yellow the words should be...black?" "Ooh, maroon! School colors!" "Ah, good choice. Which one's maroon?" Buffy stared at the paint cans blankly. "I think we're gonna have to mix colors." "Oh...you can do that part right? Since I really don't know which ones to mix." Willow chuckled at her friend and nodded. "Sure, I can mix." -- Cordelia looked angrily at Xander as he entered the broom closet. She even hit him in the arm for a better effect. "What took you so long?!" "A man needs to drink." "Man?" Cordelia scoffed. Xander pretended to laugh. "You know, I really think we should find an open classroom. This closet... I've got poked in the back by that mop five times now." "The mop you're supposed to be taking to them," Cordelia reminded. "And then say you're going home so you can come back here with me." "They can wait," he subtly hinted as he moved in on Cordelia. He was dating the hottest girl in school, next to Buffy, and he couldn't say a word about it. It was a torment he'd just have to sit through. Cordelia pressed her mouth to his, easily starting up one of their typical hormonal filled, closet- centered manifestations of teen angst. Before they fell to the floor, she reached up to turn the light out. -- "I'm *really* sorry, Buffy!" Willow pleaded. "I didn't mean to...splatter." Buffy stared down at her red-paint stained skirt and sighed. "Willow, it's okay. I'm not going to bite off your head for it." Still flinching at the damage she'd done, she backed up a small step. "I'm still sorry." "Willow, relax. It's no big. I'll just go get one of the towels out of the janitor's closet and see if I spot Xander. We need to get this mess cleaned up. Wait here, okay?" "Okay," Willow squeaked. Buffy gave her a reassuring smile and went off in search of the nearest janitor's closet. She passed by one without thinking -- the only thing bringing her attention back to it was the sound of a few items falling off their shelves. She glanced around curiously before approaching the closet. She tugged on the door, making sure it wasn't locked, and opened it. She blindly reached in, finding the light switch and pulled on it. She dropped her gaze to the floor and nearly lost her lunch on the floor there. "Xander?! Cordelia?!" Buffy backed up, mortified. "What the hell is going on?!" "XANDER!" Cordelia hissed and stood up, dragging Xander with her. "I told you to take the stupid mop with you first!" "Uh...hi Buffy!" Xander managed to sputter out. "You do realize how completely crushed Willow is going to be when I tell her about this don't you?" Buffy shook her head at Xander. "Just...hand me the towel behind you and...I'll go. Leave you two to your tonsil swallowing." Xander, keeping his head down, turned and reached for the towel as asked and handed it to her. She shot them both a steamy glare and slammed the door. Xander and Cordelia looked at each other momentarily. Cordelia finally broke the silence. "This is all *your* fault!" Part Seventeen Buffy walked right back into the student lounge with the towel gripped tightly in her hand as she brushed past Willow. Willow watched after her for a minute, becoming puzzled. "Buffy? The poster's are over here..." Buffy stopped abruptly, turned ever so slowly on the heel of her shoe and marched back to Willow. "Sorry," the Slayer apologized to her friend. "Just had some walking ventage to do." "Is something wrong?" Buffy calmed down at the concern in her voice. "Yes, but...maybe we should get the paint of my skirt before I go off into a fury." "I think the fury should come first. In fury there's paint to be thrown, so..." Buffy huffed, "Fine. It's about Xander. And Cordelia. And closet smooching." Willow struggled to find her voice box. "I...I have to go." "Willow...I realize it's...disgusting. And disgusting still, but...I mean it is Xander..." Willow's lower lip quivered as if she were about to cry. "You don't understand. For our whole lives... Xander and I have been picked on by Cordelia. We -- we had a club! A-and--" "Willow, I know. You went through your childhood with me a couple of weeks ago, remember? It's hard to stomach, I know, I saw it firsthand but..." "I can't be here...I'm...I'm gonna go home." "What about mixing colors? I--I need help," Buffy pleaded in a childlike voice. "Don't go, Will. Scold Xander tomorrow. Hey, we can even mock him at lunch." "You don't understand, Buffy...I need to go sulk." "So sulk here, I don't want you to sulk alone." Willow looked watery-eyed at her best friend. "Okay. On the couch, good sulking there." "Hey, wherever you need to sulk, we can sulk." Willow sniffed, drying her tears she was trying to force back. "Thanks, Buffy." Buffy hugged her. "No problem." -- Angel opened the door to see Buffy standing there marred with paint. His eyebrows raised, though he gestured for her to come in instead of directly asking the obvious. As she walked in, he shut the door and then decided it was appropriate. "What happened...?" Buffy dropped her purse by the door, shaking her head as she ran her hands through her hair. "Some stuff happened after school." "A...paint demon?" Buffy laughed. "No, Willow accidentally spilled paint on me...I went to go get a towel from the janitor's closet and lo and behold, there's Xander and Cordy looking like they can't get enough of each other's mouths. Like a two become one thing, only with tongues. Not pretty." Angel reeled at the very mental image. "I can see why you'd be upset." "No, it just caught me off guard. Willow's taking it the worst...we spent an hour sulking. And she was crying, me -- I was kind of crying because she was crying. We're gonna mock Xander tomorrow at lunch though." "He deserves it," Angel agreed. "Yeah...Anyway, I brought some clothes to keep here." She held up her backpack with a triumphant smile that she remembered. "Do you have a drawer I can keep them in?" "Sure, here...let me clean one out for you." He headed towards the opposite side of the room and knelt down, tugging open two drawers and emptying one into the other. Each particle of clothing stayed neatly folded in the process Buffy noticed as she took stand next to him. "You can just throw 'em in there, Angel. Don't have to be neat and tidy...'cause if you were I'd stay and watch and mom really wants to see me tonight. She's wigging." Angel nodded and proceeded to stuff the rest of the clothes in the drawer, choosing to disregard the fact that there were bras and other items hidden in the pile. He stood up, holding the backpack out to her. She took it and gestured for him to inch nearer. They kissed. She dropped her bag, and she was an hour late getting home. Life was good. Continue 