April Fools

By Flauka
Spoilers: None, completely AU  
Pairing: B/A or Aus  
Rating: NC-17  
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters  
Distribution: Other than my site? Just ask and let me know where it goes  
Summary: Someone plays an Aprils fools joke on our favorite couple. Except they're not a couple and in fact quite despise each other.  
Feedback: I love it, adore it, cherish it, and truthfully can't live without it.  
AN: Angel's personality is really Angelus' but I'm going to call him Angel for most of the fic. I seriously doubt in college that he would go by his full long first name. So his name is Angelus but everyone calls him Angel.  
AN2: I plan to continue my other stories, but I have the flightiest muse and until more inspiration comes for those stories, I'll go with what I've got.  
AN3: Anyone ever noticed how much Scott looks like Parker? I swear that they have to be related in the show.

The party was in full swing by the time Buffy arrived. She was excited and nervous as this was the first party that she had gone thrown by a senior. In the past she's gone to a few frat parties but almost anyone could get into those. This party was thrown by Parker Abrams, one of the most popular guys on campus. In high school Buffy had dated his cousin Scott for a while but that fizzled out rather quickly. In fact all of her relationships so far had made permanent trips to the graveyard shortly after their start.  

Buffy didn't actually like Parker very much, he was friends with the devil after all, but she knew better than to turn down an invitation to his April Fools day party. Not counting Scott she was probably the only Freshman who would be attending. Cordelia wanted to maim her. Spotting Lucifer, Buffy cringed as her night became less fun. Since the day they had met, Buffy Summers and Angelus (whatever his last name was) had hated each other.  

At the end of the first week of classes Angel had approached her after Ancient Egyptian Culture which they had together. He had tried to pick her up with a wink and some crude remarks. Buffy had bristled at his arrogance and told him off. Since then they had not been able to speak two kind words to each other.  

He was still arrogant and had the reputation of being a player, but that's not what Buffy hated most. She hated how damn sexy he was. She couldn't stand to be around him and he pissed her off regularly but instead of wanting to hit him for the things that he said, Buffy wanted to jump him. She had been dreaming of him for months and it had not stopped even when she hadn't seen him for weeks around the holidays. Buffy had never had any real feelings of desire for the guys that she had dated in the past and so hated Angel even more because he could.  

Trying to ignore him Buffy looked around for someone that she knew. Seeing a girl from her psych class she decided that now was the time to get to know ‘that nice girl who always forgot a pen‘. Unfortunately she had to walk past Angel to get to her.  

He of course could not let her pass without some sort of insult, "I didn't know that they let Girls Scouts sell cookies after dark."

Buffy froze and opened her mouth to reply in kind but stopped. She was determined to have a nice argue free evening. That meant ignoring Angel. Sending him a pitying glance she walked away without saying a word leaving him to glare at her back.  

'Bitch!' Angel watched her walk away and a large part of him wanted to haul her back, bend her over his arm, and kiss her senseless. Ever since the first day he'd seen her he'd wanted her. The blinding hate that consumed him at her snide refusal had not dimmed his lust any. It seemed that she lived to taunt him. With her mouth and her body. She always wore these little sundresses, or a halter top and tight jeans, and she always had some sort of retort for his numerous insults. Their encounters never failed to leave him pissed off and horny as hell.  

Angel had the reputation of being a player and he did his best to live up to it. He rarely had less than four one night stands a week, and a couple of lovers on the side who had managed to keep his interest. But never had he been rejected unless the woman was a lesbian. So far Buffy had proved to be straight and immune to his powers of seduction.  

His friend Parker came up with a drink for him that was very welcome. Quickly he knocked it back and looked around the room for candidates to share his bed that night. There were some tolerable looking women there that evening. Maybe he'd fuck the girl that Buffy was talking to so animatedly just to piss her off. 'Now there’s an idea.' Flashing a smirk at his friend he moved to the other side of the room until he could make eye contact with the ash brunette.  

Parker watched his friend with amused interest. He had seen the interaction between Buffy and Angel tonight and for the past few months. Tonight he had the mother of all April Fools joke planned for the two of them. Angel had just helped him to start things rolling, and now all he needed was Buffy to get into place.  

Ten minutes later the girl that had been talking to Buffy made her excuses and started walking over to an Angel who wasn't looking very sober. Seeing Buffy look around and clench her fists repeatedly spurred him to go forward and offer her a drink, "You look like you could use this."  

Murmuring a distracted, "Thanks," Buffy began to drink the contents of the glass in quick sips. 'That rat bastard had to hit on the person that I was having a nice conversation with.' With a smile Buffy turned from the dance floor to talk to Parker. She was just starting to get her good mood back when a crash sounded behind her.  

Angel was having a hard time staying upright. He had only had one beer before the drink Parker gave him, so based on experience he still should be pretty sober, but the room kept spinning. The table lamp to his right was no somewhere on the floor, slowly he shook his head to clear it. He saw a very blurry Buffy and started to move toward her with the intent to satisfy his lust for her once and for all. But when he took a step his legs threatened to buckle. A couple of his friends came over to help him. They took him to an upstairs bedroom to lie down for a while.  

Buffy was laughing her head off. The sight of the normally calm and confidant Angel bumbling around drunk like an idiot mad her night. Happily she resumed her conversation with Parker and graciously accepted his offer to dance a few minutes later. Towards the end of their dance Buffy began to feel light headed. When Parker turned them fast to avoid a couple Buffy had to rest her head against his shoulder to stop the spinning.  

"Buffy you look a little ill. Would you like to lie down for a while?" Buffy gratefully accepted and was led away up the stairs. Stopping in front of a door Parker turned Buffy to face it and put her hand on the knob, "Just go in there and lie down until you feel better."  

Nodding Buffy pushed open the door and walked forward until her knees hit the end of the bed. She crawled forward to reach the pillows when she came into contact with another body. The muscles under her hands were large and hard, identifying her bedmate as male. Rubbing her hands up and down the back she vaguely saw a tattoo that looked like some sort of freaky bird. It was savage and beautiful. 

'Yay for door number one.' The body moved and then hands came up to touch her stomach then her breasts. Sighing she leaned in to the caressing hands.  

Angel woke from his light doze and for a moment thought he was still dreaming. Feeling the hands on him he turned and tried to feel who it was. It felt like a willing woman, so he sat up to kiss her mouth but caught her cheek instead. Rooting around their mouths finally found each other and began mauling the other. Angel stroked his tongue rhythmically in her mouth showing her clearly what he intended to do with her body before leaning back and pulling at the dress that she had on. Nails scrapped down his chest stopping at his belt buckle. Her hands pulled on it but couldn't get it unbuckled.  

Slapping her hands away Angel undid it himself and quickly yanked off his pants and boxers. Returning to the woman he pushed her down on her back as he trailed light sucking kisses down to her breasts. Impatiently he pulled and tugged until the bra was gone and he could suck on her breasts. Moving his kisses down he pulled off her panties and stopped for a minute to admire the elaborate B tattoo with a tiny puppy sitting next to it located a little higher and to the left of her mound. Grinning he nipped and licked at it until he felt her hands pull on his shoulders to bring him up.  

Buffy was impatient. She didn't want a nice and slow loving she wanted to be fucked. If she had been sober she would have been shocked at that thought, as it was she only wanted to feel this boy's wonderful body against hers. He moved up and nudged her knees apart so that he could lie between them. Buffy moved restlessly beneath him and gasped as she felt him filing her. It felt sooo good. But there was a little pain. 'Pain?' Her mind tried to wrap around why that was important but his next thrust wiped out all thought.  

Together they moved frantically. Up toward that pinnacle of bliss they knew was there. When it hit their cries filled the room, making their host downstairs smirk knowingly.  
~~~~~  
Buffy woke up groggy and feeling slightly cramped. She thought that midweek parties were definitely a bad idea because now she had to get up and go to class. She just hoped that Willow wasn't too chirpy this morning. Opening her eyes the sight that greeted her wasn't her alarm clock but a large muscular chest. Buffy sucked in a breath as fragmented memories of the night before filtered through her mind. Holding her breath she moved her gaze upward until she was looking into the face of a sleeping Angel.  

Jumping out of bed she stood next to it panting heavily before scrambling around for her clothes. Dressing quickly she tried to not think about the fact that she'd fucked her worst enemy last night. And had liked it too. And really wanted to do it again. 'No, no, no, no, no...'  

Grabbing her shoes she dashed out the door without looking back.    
~~~~~  
A few hours later Angel wandered down to the kitchen looking for coffee. His head was killing him his mouth felt like it was full of cotton. He spotted Parker reading the paper but decided to ignore his friend until his head stopped pounding and he could yell at him properly.  

Parker however had different plans, "So did you enjoy your evening last night?"  

Glaring at him Angel replied, "Drugging me never makes me happy, but whoever you sent up last night was a lot of fun." He took a sip and glared suspiciously at Parker who was laughing hysterically.  

"You still don't know?"  

"Know what?" Parker was really starting to irritate the hell out of him.  

"Who it is that you fucked."  

Sighing Angel moved to sit at the table and replied, "Nice body, cute tattoo, could have had blond hair. Who she was doesn't matter."  

Parker looked at him with a grin, "It might when you find out that it was Buffy Summers your nemesis."  

The coffee cup was dropped from his hand and splashed all over the table as Angel stared at him in shock.  

Parker watched him for a few minutes before saying, "April Fools."  
~~~~~
For the first time in his life Angel was afraid to see a girl that he had slept with face to face. Buffy was unlike anyone that he had met and so he had no way to gauge her reactions. A part of him expected her to stand up in the middle of class and scream, Rapist! He didn't know how she had reacted to Parker's joke. Would she believe that he had no part in it and had been drugged also? Or would she try to have him arrested. 

The second possibility seemed more likely when he made eye contact with her. Her hate for him seemed amplified until it was almost a living, breathing thing that was wrapped around her like an expensive fur. Scowling and insolently looking her up and down Angel walked past her to slouch in his chair and stare at the front of the classroom as his mind replayed last night over and over in his head.
~~~~~~
Buffy stormed out of class as soon as the teacher finished her lecture. She stomped down the hallway trying to think of anything that would make her forget last night. After a shower and some extra strength Tylenol her head had cleared a little from it's foggy state. She had skipped all of her classes except this one because she hadn't wanted Angel to think that he had affected her in any way. 

Somehow she didn't think that she had done a good job of hiding her feelings between the death glares and the nervous fidgeting. She had been completely unable to control her reactions to him and that was just unacceptable. She only had two weeks left of class and then finals, after which Angel graduated so she wouldn't have to see him ever again.  

She'd never have to hear his taunts and insults again. Never have to hear that evil little chuckle after he had just made fun of someone. Never see his tight winter sweaters. Never feel his skin against hers, never hear that tiny little groan that he let out just before....

"Stop it. Just stop thinking about it and it will go away." 

A hand snaked out to grab her arm after her exclamation and drag her into a side room. Whirling to see who had grabbed her Buffy came face to face with Angel. The very damn man that she was trying to avoid! 

"What the hell are you doing?" She spat angrily at him.

He tried to stay calm and said, "I want to talk about last night." 

Turning away abruptly to hide the blush that sprung into her cheeks she tersely replied, "There's nothing to talk about." 

"Look I just want it made clear that I didn't take advantage of you last night. I was drugged also and as much as possible we were both consenting. Parker's the one who arranged the whole thing. Ok? I just want that to be clear." 

Whirling Buffy looked at him angrily, "It's crystal. But are you really sure that you were drugged last night? I know that you didn't drug me or plan on me coming to that room, but you surely just made the best of the situation since it's also clear that you've wanted to get into my pants for a very long time." 

Invading her personal space he shot back, "The same could be said for you. Your moans and whimpers sounded like they were coming from a sexually depraved person. Been a while since you've had any? I had to be drugged to look over the bitchiness and starving war victim figure." 

Getting even closer to him Buffy whispered, "You bastard." She was shaking with rage and couldn't think of anything else to say. 

Sensing that Angel smirked at her, "What Buff, you all out of come backs ?" 

"No, I've got this." Grabbing his head she pulled his face to hers. Buffy nipped roughly on his bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue. When he opened his mouth she dove in and attempted to conquer. But he wasn't going to give in that easily. While Angel's tongue did battle with Buffy's his hands slid down her body to grab her hips and bring them into contact with his aching hard on. This jarred her back to reality and she pulled away from him and rapidly backed up. 

Angel followed her, "No you don't, you can't start something like that and then just run away." 

Buffy backed up until she hit the wall and Angel pressed his body into hers, "I-I jus-st didn't want a repeat of last night. I only kissed you to shut you up."  

Just before he kissed her he whispered against her lips, "Does that strategy also work on you?" Kissing her with all the passion that he felt Angel felt triumphant when she shuddered and kissed him back. Once again he moved his hands down her body but this time he dipped his fingers into her jeans to caress her tattoo, "Are you sure that you don't want a repeat?" Glaring at him Buffy just grabbed his head to kiss him again. 

Angel kissed her back while working on the buttons on her jeans. When he had them undone he tugged them down her hips a little ways and reveled in her moan as one of his fingers trailed along the edges of her panties. He felt like he was on fire and they had barely touched. Needing some more contact with her he rubbed his erection against her thigh as his finger curled underneath the band to finally touch her. She was hot and wet to the touch and he desperately wished that they were any other place than an office in the middle of the afternoon so that he could fuck her. 

Sliding his finger deep inside of her he was amazed at how tight she was. A thought came to him and he moved his head to her ear and whispered, "Were you a virgin last night Buffy?" Instead of answering her mouth moved to his neck and began kissing and sucking. Deciding he really didn't care Angel moved his finger faster in her before adding a second one. She was starting to make those lovely little whimpers as she had last night. He pressed harder into her hip to get more friction and hopefully ease his suffering in the slightest. When his thumb found her clit she shuddered, this time in ecstasy, and bit into his shoulder to muffle her scream as her orgasm hit. 

Angel was looking around for any possible place to lay her when someone behind them cleared their throat. They both froze. With his back still blocking the other persons view he removed his fingers and quickly pulled up her jeans and fastened them.

Turning he faced Professor Rory Parkinson of geology with remarkable aplomb, "Excuse us sir, we will be vacating your office presently." 

"Uhm yes, please do that."  They professor was having a very hard time looking at them. He had certainly never been in this sort of situation before. Buffy was grateful for this as she rushed out and began running as fast as she could to try and reach safety. 

Angel, however, followed her again, " Wait a second. You got yours I didn't." 

With tears in her throat Buffy chocked out, "Let me go." 

Surprisingly he did. He just didn't have it in him to torment her any more. Buffy ran for her room as fast as she could. When she got there she buried her face in the pillow and cried for a few minutes. Her anger though quickly reasserted itself. 'How dare he? Of all the arrogant things to do and say... Well I'll just forget this ever happened. I'll forget about the party and everything since then. I'll just forget it.' 

Buffy dried her eyes and got an apple extremely pleased with her plan. The door burst open and Cordelia walked in, "Ok Buffy, spill. I want to know everything that happened at Parker Abrams party, and I'm not leaving until I hear every single detail." A groan was all the response she got.
~~~~~
For the rest of the school term Buffy and Angel avoided each other like a plague. They tried to never look in the others direction during class and avoided social occasions where they thought the other would be attending. When finals were over and done with they both heaved a sigh of relief. 

For Angel the end of the year meant the end of school in general. He was graduating with a business degree and in the middle of the summer he was going to join his late father's business partner in LA. A new big city and a great job beckoned him and he was excited to move away from Buffy. More often than not he woke up panting and painfully aroused from erotic dreams staring the little blonde. None of his other lovers could banish her from his thoughts. 

The same was true for Buffy. While she didn't find new lovers to try and forget him, she still tried to banish him from her thoughts. She hung out with her friends almost all of the time. And when she woke up from her erotic dreams she studied to push the images out of her head. For the first time ever she sailed through her finals with little worry about not knowing the answers. Over the summer she was going to work and hang out before school started again in the fall. She knew that Angel was moving away and she couldn't wish him away fast enough. 

Buffy started working part time for the gift shop in the museum a week after the end of school. A week after that she was still not over the flu bug that she'd picked up during finals. Every morning she woke up sick and had problems eating with her co-workers in the lunch room. The smells just mad her nauseous. By evening though she felt good as knew and had a huge appetite.  

It was one such evening that she went to rest for a while after work and before dinner when an idea hit her. With shaking hands she reached for her diary and flipped through it. Sure enough, she hadn't had a period since before she and Angel had slept together. Buffy sat there stunned for a moment. 'I can't be pregnant. I just can't.' Jumping up she grabbed a coat and raced downstairs yelling to her mom that she'd be back later.  

Buffy walked to the closest pharmacist in something of a shocked daze. Her mind flatly refused to think about the fact that she could be carrying the Prince of Darkness' child. 'It's not possible.' Mechanically she walked down the aisle with the tests and chose two different brands. The pitying look of the cashier as she paid was totally lost on her.  

She walked to the museum and entered one of the stalls. Opening her packages she mechanically read and followed the directions. When the five minutes was up Buffy looked toward the two sticks and wondered if it really was important if she looked. 'Maybe if I just leave them here and not look at them than the problem will go away and I won't be pregnant.' Even with those reasoning’s Buffy found herself drawn to the two little sticks that were looking more and more like horns from Angel's head. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and then opened them quickly to look.  

Positive. 

They were both positive. Two different kinds of tests and they both came out positive. She was carrying Angel's child. For the rest of her life she was bound to the person that she hated most through a small child. There could be no escape from the feelings that he provoked in her. No forgetfulness of the intense passion that she had felt. No peace. Buffy slumped to the floor and cried. 
~~~~
A furious knocking came at Willows door and after looking at Xander with confusion she moved to open it. Buffy burst through the room and paced toward the window before turning back and staring at Willow with wild eyes. 

Tentatively Xander asked, "Buff? Are you ok?" 

She gestured wildly as she answered, "I am a long ways away from ok. Ok is like in Kansas, and me and Toto hardly remember what Auntie Em looks like anymore. But that's not why I'm here. I need Will to track down Satan." 

Willow and Xander glanced nervously at each other as they tried to understand what she was saying. Buffy kept pacing back and forth in front of them and muttering. Half of Willows brain considered looking for some sort of sedative for her before dragging her off to the hospital. 

Xander spoke up jokingly, "Normally he lives in the center of hell, but I've heard that around this time he likes to vacation down in Florida." 

That stopped her pacing, "Xander what are you talking about?" 

"You said that you wanted to find Satan. So I was telling you where I thought he was." 

Buffy waved her hand at him and resumed pacing, "I wasn't talking about the fake guy with horns, I'm talking about Angelus resident devil of Sunnydale. I need to find his house. He was in my class, Ancient Egyptian Cultures and his last name is..." Stopping she looked at Willow blankly, "I don't even know his last name. He... I... and I don't even know his last name!" She started laughing harshly. Buffy moved to a chair and sat down as her laughter turned to tears. 

Willow hugged Buffy tightly to herself, "It's ok, just give me a few minutes and I'll have his last name for you. I'll find his house and information about his family. I'll even pull up dental records for you if you'd like. Sh it's ok."  

Buffy allowed herself to be comforted by Willow for a few minutes. When she had a handle on her emotions she took a deep breath and pulled back, "Thanks Will." 

She looked at her two caring friends and felt tears well up in her eyes again. They had always been there for her and she appreciated that so much right now. They would help her.
~~~~~
Angel didn't think anything of the knock that sounded at his door. Friends of his stopped by all the time, nothing new. Nothing could have prepared him though for the tiny fist that shot out to catch him in the eye. Stumbling back he attempted to ward off the next blows. He was only partially successful. When Angel finally caught the hands of his assailant he looked down into the furious face of Buffy and mentally groaned. 

Swinging her around to sit in a chair Angel pinned her with a furious glare, "Do you want to tell me why the hell you've stormed into my house and attacked me unprovoked?" 

Nearly spitting with rage she answered him, "Unprovoked? Try a new one. I have every right to come in here and tear you apart with my bare hands. Which is what I intend to do. You planned this somehow didn't you? You thought it would be funny, and then you could just go on without facing the consequences. Well your wrong, I'm going to kill you!" Buffy flung herself off of the chair and tried to hit him again but this time he was prepared. 

A glass of water on the table next to him served well as a wake up call for Buffy. Angel watched as she blinked first once then twice somewhat dispelling the murderous rage in her gaze and replacing it with a measure of sanity. Again he sat her back down. Stepping back he tried to think of how to proceed next. She came here for a reason and he didn't think that any of his normal taunts would be appropriate right now. Angel really didn't want her to turn into a virago again, she scared him a little when she was like that. 'No. I'm not scared. I just don't want the neighbors to call the police.' 

"Why are you here Buffy?" There, that seemed safe enough. 

"Oh I'm sorry to inconvenience you. I know that your so busy and spending any time with me must be a big concession for you. You conceited, arrogant, stupid asshole." 

Exhaling Angel decided that silence was safest. And maybe retreating to a bomb shelter. 

"I just stopped by to yell at you and kick your ass for impregnating me with your hell spawn. I don't know exactly how you planned it but I know that you did. It's all your fault and I hate you."  

Slowly Angel stepped back from her as his eyes got wider and his breathing became shallow. His eyes moved down her body to rest on her stomach. He tried to wrap his mind around the fact that he was going to have a child. Vaguely he heard Buffy ranting and raving but nothing penetrated the haze that had formed around his brain. Angel felt the wall behind him and for a moment just rested his head back up against it. This was real and solid and comforting, even though it was only a wall. 'Pregnant. She's pregnant. With MY child.' 

Long minutes later he snapped his eyes open, "Get rid of it." 

Stopping in her emotional tirade Buffy looked at him in shock, "Excuse me." 

Gesturing he replied, "You heard me. Get rid of it. Have an abortion, arrange an accident for a miscarriage. I don't care. Just get rid of it. It's you fault, why weren't you on birth control?" 

Standing up Buffy yelled at him, "BECAUSE I WAS A VIRGIN!" Tears began to leak out of her eyes as she continued, "I wanted to get married and then have sex so that it would be special and full of love. Since I'm not in love I figured I wouldn't need it anytime soon." 

Her tears began to affect Angel. He had been in the presence of crying women many times for many different reasons but never before had he wanted to pull a woman into his arms and kiss her pain away. He started to walk toward her when she got her second wind. 

"I WILL NEVER ABORT MY CHILD! This child was not planned and has definitely screwed up my plans for life, but I will NEVER do anything to harm it." Stopping up to Angel she kicked him as hard as she could in the balls. "So you can just go home to hell." Walking out she slammed the door on a moaning and gasping Angel.
~~~~~
Hours later Angel was seated at his kitchen table with matching ice packs on his eye and groin. The throbbing pain that had been his constant companion had helped to ensure that he hadn't gone into complete shock. 'Buffy is going to have my child. I'm going to have a son or daughter.' Those were about the only thoughts to go through his brain for the past few hours. The order to Buffy to abort the child had been an instinctual response borne out of a desire to escape. He didn't think that it was right the more he though about it. 

Sadly he began to reflect on his sham of a childhood. His parents had never been loving people. They hadn't love him and they certainly hadn't love each other. They had enjoyed their comfortable lives and had given little thought to the feelings of those around him. They had expected the world from him. Just so that they could brag about him. They ignored him completely otherwise. It had been something of a relief when they had died.  

When Angel was ten years old he had broken his arm falling from a tree. Rushing into his Father's office he had tearfully told him what happened. His Father hadn't even looked up from his work and just told him to run along. When he got to his mother she just said, "Oh Dear, why don't you put some ice on it." He had stolen money from her purse and took a bus to the hospital. After that he had vowed that should he have children he would be a better parent. Well now he was going to have a child. He wouldn't abandon his child to the world as his parents had. 

Knowing what he had to do Angel mentally braced himself. But he put his visit to Buffy off until tomorrow. Maybe then he could walk without limping.
~~~~~
Saturday was the best sort of day Buffy decided. That morning she had woken up refreshed after a long nights sleep. She had been able to eat a little breakfast without getting sick and was currently watching two little boys play across the street. Her mother was going to be at the gallery until five, which left her with many relaxing hours to try and plan her future. It seemed as though nothing could disturb her right now. 

The sight of Angel walking up to her house dispelled that thought. He was the last person that she wanted to see. Unfortunately he had already spotted her. Scowling and bracing herself for an argument Buffy answered the door. A subdued and polite Angel met her on the other side.  

"May I come in?" Buffy was suspicious of his new nice attitude but stepped aside to let him in. 

He started to compliment the room but Buffy interrupted him, "Cut the crap. Why are you here?" 

Sighing Angel sat down, "Your pregnant with my child. I think that it would be best if we tried to keep the hostility towards each other to a minimum. From now on we are going to be in each others company a lot and arguing all of the time can't be productive." Buffy would have spoken up but he forestalled her by holding up his hand, "I know that I told you to have an abortion yesterday, but I wasn't thinking clearly. I've thought all night long and I want this baby." 

Staring hard at him Buffy tried to find any sign that he was lying but he seemed genuine. After their conversation she had felt relieved thinking that he wouldn't want anything to do with the baby and then she'd never have to see him again. Now he wanted to be a Father.  

"How do I know that your not going to flake and then leave after a few years?" 

Calmly he replied, "You don't. How do I know that you'll be a good and stable mother? I'm going to have to trust you, and your going to have to trust me. I'm not going anywhere. I want to be around to watch my child grow up." 

Sighing Buffy looked down at her shirt and began to play with the hem, "Well if your planning on being around a lot I guess that it would be best to call a truce."  

"Thank you. Do you also think that you could stop with the Lucifer comments?" 

Seeing his amused expression she replied, "I guess so. But I still don't like you... Satan." Together they shared a smile. 'This is nice. When he wants to be Angel can be kind of nice and charming.' Her eyes widened as Angel got up from his seat and knelt down in front of her. 

He pulled a box from his pocket, "Since we are having a child together, well, would you marry me?" 

Explosively Buffy replied, "NO!" 

Slumping Angel replied, "Thank God." 

She narrowed her eyes at him. He was acting like she had just given him a pardon for a death sentence. Buffy felt outraged and a little offended. 'I'd make a wonderful wife thank you very much. You should be sad and disappointed.' Outwardly she tried for nonchalance, "Didn't really mean it did you." 

Chuckling slightly he replied, "No I meant it. But that doesn't mean I wanted to. I am so glad that you feel the same way I do. It would have been a horrible torture." 

Buffy's hormones had recently become erratic and at his comments she became amazingly angry toward Angel considering that she, for the most part agreed with him. Standing up she pulled on his arm dragging him toward the front door. "That's it! Get out and never come back. I hate you! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN. YOU WILL NEVER SEE OUR CHILD!" 

She tried to slam the door in his face but he stopped it with his hand, "I'm not sure what your so upset about but lets get a few things clear. I plan on having an active role in my child’s life. Therefore I want to live with them, so you can either live with the both of us or I will go to court and take it permanently." 

Putting a hand to her heart Buffy asked in a shocked voice, "You would do that?" 

"If you tried to keep me away from my child yes, I would do that." Again reaching into his pockets Angel pulled out a business card and handed it to her. "Here is my phone number. Call me when you want to talk about how we're going to combine our lives. Or you can call me to tell me you've found a lawyer. Whichever you decide." Angel began to walk away trying his hardest not to look back. He was afraid of looking into the hurt expression on her eyes and giving in to whatever she wanted. He had to steel himself to her emotions. Otherwise she’d play him like a puppet.
~~~~~
Waking up from her nap Buffy smelled fried chicken that signaled that her Mother was home. After Angel had left she'd stood in the open doorway for so long that a neighbor had come over and asked her if she was alright. After assuring him that she was ok Buffy had decided to take a nap but sleep had not come easily. Angel was bound and determined to be a parent to their baby and that, to him, included living together. So she could either move in with him and try to raise their child together, or they could go to court over it. 

Jumping up from her bed Buffy decided that the next thing to do was tell her Mom. It was going to be unpleasant and she was in for a huge lecture but a part of Buffy was hoping that her mother would say, 'I forbid you to live with Angel.' Then she'd tell Angel that and he'd go away forever. Because who can stand in the way of a mother's fury? 

Stopping outside of the kitchen she took a deep breath before plunging in, "Mom I have something to tell you." 

Joyce turned from the stove at the sound of her voice and gave her a smile, "Hello Buffy, I have something to tell you too. This guy came into the gallery inquiring about a painting that he'd seen at an art show a few weeks back. Then we got to talking, and Buffy I think that he's perfect for you." She turned back to stir the potatoes, "He's handsome and sweet. I personally think that you should marry him. This week preferably. I need you to get married so that I can have grandchildren." She laughed as if she had said something witty. "Ok maybe not marry him this week, but at least meet him. His name is..." A large thump cut her off and she turned back to her daughter with a quizzical look, "Buffy? Buffy?" 

They moved together in perfect harmony content to leisurely explore the others body. All too soon the familiar urgency welled up and their thrusts became frenzied. His breathing sounded heavily in her ear and she could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Twining her hands in his hair she arched her back and whispered, "Angel." 

Buffy sat up abruptly in bed and began screaming. She screamed for as long and as loud as she could. When she stopped she found her mother hovering next to her, "Buffy? Are you all right sweetie?" 

Buffy shook her head. 

It had been a week since she had fainted. After she had come to on the floor she had hurriedly told her Mom that all she needed was sleep and had fled to her room. The next day she had called Angel and had lunch with him to try and figure out how to combine their lives. She'd take a life in hell with it's ruler over her mother's matchmaking any day. 

"Did you have a bad dream?" Her Mom sat on the bed with a concerned look on her face. 

Buffy replied with a non-committal, "Uuummm." What was she to say? 'Hey Mom I've been having lusty dreams for the man that I hate for the past week, every time I close my eyes. And by the way, I'm carrying his child.' She somehow thought that wouldn't go over too well.  

Buffy hadn't yet told her mother that she was pregnant. It was hard because her Mom wouldn't stop talking about some guy named William, who was just soooo adorable. While smiling politely and nodding her head Buffy could only think, 'Someone find a bucket. This afternoon's lunch is about to make a reappearance.' The guy was supposed to come over tonight for dinner. None of her pleading had done any good. Joyce was just bound and determined that Buffy should meet this guy. 

"Do you need something to drink or eat?" 

"No I'm just going to try and go back to sleep." Buffy fervently hoped that her mom would just leave it at that. She really didn't want to discuss the details with her. After she had been kissed and fussed over Buffy stared blankly at the wall wondering if there was anything that she could think about that would  not make her dream of Angel. She decided to replay a lecture from her old high school principal over and over in her mind. That ought to do it.
~~~~~
Across town Angel woke up in a cold sweat breathing hard. His dreams had been far less pleasurable than Buffy's. They had started out okay then quickly nose-dived. He and Buffy had been playing with their son in the park. The sun was shining and laughter filled the air. He had felt happy. Complete. 

Then Buffy had grabbed their son’s hand and began to walk away. He started running after them when Buffy turned to look at him and said, "We're going away now. We will be a happy family with you. Never to see you again. Finally." As the end of her words a dark cloud or presence enveloped them and then they disappeared.  

The dream left him anxious and with a terrible need to see Buffy. Looking at the clock he figured that if he were to go traipsing over to her house at three in the morning it would probably shatter the peace that they had managed to find. At the beginning of their lunch last week both had been so hostile to each other that management had come out and threatened to call the police. After that they had managed to calm down enough to talk through things. 

His job was in LA and there was really no reason for him to change locations. His salary was going to be higher than most college grads and he didn't have to interview around since he owned half of the company. So Buffy had reluctantly agreed to move to LA with him but only at the end of the summer. She was going to take summer classes before the baby was born in Sunnydale before taking a year off of school. He had to leave next week and then it would be another two months before he came back to get her. 

That amount of time was beginning to make him nervous. Anything could happen in the next few months with him gone. He was already having trouble with her halfway across town how was he going to handle being months away from his child. A part of him wanted to spend the next seven and a half months staring at her stomach to make sure that nothing happened to his child, but it wasn't practical.

But while he was still in town he was going to spend a lot of time with her starting this evening. He had to have lunch meeting with his partner but after that he was going to go get Buffy and spend it with her. Nothing was going to take them away from him. 
~~~~~
Buffy sighed for the fifth time in ten minutes as she reached into her closet to change her shirt again.

William was set to come over in a few minutes and her mother had been running around in a nervous state for hours. Every time Buffy went downstairs she was in the middle of checking to make sure that everything was just right for the thousandth time. She also found something wrong with Buffy outfit each time. First it was that this was a nice dinner and she shouldn't wear pants. Then she should definitely wear blue with that skirt. Of course Buffy also should have known that only strappy heels went with her outfit and not comfortable flats. Then obviously she shouldn't wear a turtle neck because she would get too hot. 

On one of her trips downstairs Buffy had disgruntled asked, "If you like him so much why don't you marry him?" 

Her mother just got That Look. That Look can't really be described. Every mother has their own version of it and there is nothing more intimidating than it. It threatens, promises, assured of its victory. That Look seems to send laser beams of disappointment at you to make you squirm. It's as compelling as Chinese torture to make you do right. Buffy had reluctantly retreated upstairs to do as she was told and practice fake smiles.  

Downstairs Buffy could hear the doorbell chime. She looked in the mirror and sighed, "Well I might as well get this over with." 

From the living room came a masculine British voice that intrigued her. Walking into the room she stopped abruptly and had to struggle to keep her jaw from dropping. Seated on the couch was a skinny, bleached blonde, Billy Idol wannabe. 'Oh she can't be serious. It looks like I could break him in half. And his hair! What was my mother thinking!' 

But the effects of That Look were still in effect and so she walked forward with a smile on her face and her hand outstretched, "Hello, I'm Buffy." 

Shaking her hand firmly he replied, "Spike." 

Buffy raised her eyebrows and bit back a laugh. Her mother explained with amused tolerance, "It's a nickname that William likes to use with his friends. Well I’m just going to go and check on dinner and leave you two here to talk." 

Buffy sent a panicked look at her Mom but she was already out of the room. Sitting down next to Spike she looked at the ceiling and said, "So."
~~~~~
Angel felt excited and relaxed. His meeting with his partner had gone on longer than he expected but now he was on his way to pick up Buffy. He hadn't quite figured out what to do with her but he knew that he needed to see her and their baby after his disturbing dream. 

At their door he wrung the doorbell and waited politely. It was opened by an older woman with blonde hair that he assumed was Buffy's mother, "Hello I'm looking for Buffy. Is she in?" 

Joyce looked at him for a long minute and felt immediately suspicious of this man. He was far too old and attractive and she wondered what he could want with Buffy. Nevertheless she invited him in, "Yes, come in, she's in the living room." 

The sight that greeted him when he went into the living room caused him to clench his hands in anger. Buffy and some blonde guy were sitting on the couch laughing. Well Buffy was only smiling but Angel hadn't been around her long enough to recognize it as a fake smile, and Spike had put his hand on Buffy's knee just before Angel entered. A part of Angel wanted to rush over and beat the man to a bloody pulp, but he managed to suppress the urge. Joyce noticed his anger and filled the memory away for later.  

Buffy had stood up abruptly when Angel entered the room and now she nervously said, "A-angel? Uhm, what a surprise. Why are you here?" 

Angel crossed over to her and enveloped her in a hug while glaring daggers at Spike, "I missed you." Holding Spike's gaze he bent his head and placed a small possessive kiss on her neck. Into her ear he whispered, "If you think that some new boy toy will keep my child away from me think again. I don't care what you do after it's born, but while you are pregnant you will stay single. After that you can whore around all you like." 

Buffy had originally felt rescued by Angel when he hugged her and was grateful to him and then he whispered in her ear. Now she felt moved to violence, but the presence of her mother and Spike held her back. So she wrapped her arms around him and leaned up to whisper back, "If you think I'm such a whore how do you know the child is yours?" She bit down on his ear lobe sharply and she could have sworn that he growled. 

"Buffy, do you want to tell me what's going on?" Her mother interrupted their interlude. Angel turned to face her with a smile on her face. He kept an arm around Buffy with his hand resting over their child. 

Joyce questioned somewhat horrified, "Is this your boyfriend?"  

Angel wanted to deny it and run but one look at Spike had him speaking before Buffy could, "Yes, I am."  

Buffy glared up at him but he only smirked at her and tightened his grip. Determined to wipe his smirk off she placed her hand on his chest, "Yes me and Angel have been together for a few weeks. We can hardly bear to be apart. It was like love at first sight." 

Angel tried but in the end he couldn't hold onto his smile. Grabbing her even tighter he whispered, "Don't you think that you're taking this a little far darling?" 

Keeping her smile she answered back, "You started it dear." 

Seeing the genuine smile on Buffy's face Joyce decided that now was not the best time to voice her objections. As composed as she could be she said, "Well then, if you'd like to stay, we were about to have dinner." Gesturing to Spike who had a sullen look on his face she said, "This is our guest Spike." 

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