Angel
Summary: takes place 18 years after Buffy last sees Angel. We meet up with a girl named Angelina. Angely for short. Living with her single mother and working full time at a nearby diner, Angely lives out an average life till He walked into it.
"Angely, orders up!"
"Thanks Kelly!" A curly blond walked up to the window and grabbed the plate turning around and setting it in front of the customer at the counter. "There ya' go, Short stack with an extra egg on the side." The customer smiled and started eating as the girl then went and picked up dishes around the small diner. The sun was setting and though difficult to see through the Las Angeles skyline, the pink and purple made her feel happy inside. 'I hope mom is getting the same view in Sunnydale.' She thought. "Angely!"
"Coming Greg!" She grabbed one last plate and carried the small pile to the counter, setting them in the tubs. She turned around and gathered the food for her next order and walked it out. CLANG! She turned around to see a little boy standing to the side of a small puddle of milk. He looked like he was about to cry as she walked up to him. She kneeled down. "Hey, don't worry about it! I got it." She stood up made a small icecream cone and grabbed a towel. Handing the cone to the kid who walked away happily, she began cleaning up the mess in front of her. She sighed. She stood up and heard a gasp behind her. "Buffy?" She turned around. A pretty brunette stood there. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."
"Its ok, I get that a lot. I do look a lot like my mom." The brunette stopped and looked at her. "Mom?"
"Yeah. Buffy Summers. That's my mom."
"And who would you be?"
"Angelina Summers. Angely for short. Are you a friend of my moms?" The woman took Angely's outstretched hand. "Yes. We were in high school together. I'm Cordilia. Chase. Nice to meet you. Is your mother around?"
"No. She's in Sunnydale." Cordy looked confused. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"What are you doing- oh, you must be with your father."
"No. I'm here alone. I don't know my father." Cordilia looked closely at Angely. Her dark brown eyes looked awful familiar. 'She looks not only like Buffy… but Angel too. Is Angel her father?' "I'm sorry. Did your mother ever mention anything about him?" Angely now looked confused. "No. Do you… know who he is?" Excitement grew in her eyes. "No… no I'm sorry." Cordy whispered. The fire in Angely's eyes quickly snuffed out. "Oh. Ok. Well, I better get back to work then." She turned around. "Oh! And if you see my mom, please don't tell her I'm here. She wasn't usually home anyway, high level executives don't have much of a life, but she probably wouldn't like the idea of me being here alone." Cordy nodded and walked out. " I have to tell Angel."
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After thinking about it, Cordy decided not to tell Angel. It would only hurt him to know that Buffy had had a child. Especially one that wasn't his. So instead- "Wes. I met this girl today. She said she was Buffy's daughter."
"I didn't know that Buffy had a daughter."
"Me neither. Buffy must have gotten over Angel pretty quick, I mean, this girl was like 17 or 18." Wesley sighed. The two were currently in the office speaking out of ear shot of anyone, particularily a certain Vampire. "For Angel's sake, I don't believe we should say anything. After all, its almost for certain that it can't be his. A vampire cannot produce offspring, especially in humans." Wes said. Cordy nodded. Angel just turned and walked out of the building.