AN: Welcome to my first attempt at BtVS fanfiction. This is a work in progress so please be patient with updates. Reviews and feedback are welcome and demanded!

Summary: Two months have passed since "Not Fade Away". Buffy is living in the States again with the Scoobie Gang. An unexpected visitor ends up on Buffy's doorstep with wonderful and promisingnews for Buffy. She can finally have therelationship she always wanted with the one person she has ever loved.B/A...with slight fluff.

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Chapter One: Apocalypse Again?

The July sun was brightly shining into the window when the alarm went off. With a groan, Buffy smacked the snooze button, unwilling to embrace the day. Even though she did get to bed rather early, the nonexistence of anything to slay brought her home before midnight and in bed shortly afterwards again, she still dreaded waking up at 6:30a.m., especially on a Saturday morning, to begin her daily training. She wished to return to her dream where she and Angel were –

Buffy sat up in her bed. She has had another dream about Angel. Just like the last night and the night before. Like every night for the past two months. And the dream was usually the same: her and Angel together, like they were years ago, but together with no loopholes and pain.

Buffy's eyebrow furrowed. And no curse…

She shook her head to clear away the hopeful image. Angel can't not have his curse 'cause then he'll be Angelus and that would be bad. Very, very bad. She had to stop trying to convince herself that she could have anything with Angel; it would just end badly. She needs someone she loves and can make love to.

Buffy had thought she loved Riley, but in the end she loved, loves, only Angel. So I'm stuck down a dead-end. She sighed and then climbed out of bed.

An hour later she was still thinking about the dream. Every night it seems to get more vivid, more life-like, as though she was actually watching a memory. A memory where she and Angel are in his apartment in L.A., in bed together. But a memory she never remembers ever experiencing. Hold on…

Buffy stopped kicking the punching bag hanging from the ceiling. Could she have been put under a memory spell? Shaking her head, she went back to pretending the punching bag was Caleb, something that still helped her motivation to train. How can I have a dream about something that never happened, that can never happen? It must be one of her prophetic dreams warning her she might sleep with Angel again and bring back Angelus.

Buffy kept telling herself that as she finished up the next hour of training. As she took a hot shower. As she made breakfast for herself and the gang.

Dawn strolled in at around ten. She sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. "Oatmeal again?" She plopped down on a stool. "I think it's time you learn how to make eggs or – oh! – sausage and bacon!"

Buffy looked up from the bubbling pot and at her sister. "This is coming from Miss I-can't-even-make-toast. You set the smoke alarm off and scared Xander half to death! He though you burned the kitchen down, right after he finished it." Buffy continued her stirring. "I'll learn how to cook when I don't have to patrol every night and then get up to train and then cook you lazy buttheads breakfast."

Dawn stuck her tongue out at her older sister before going to the refrigerator for orange juice. "You got in really early last night. You were asleep when I got home."

"I know. I wouldn't think I'd ever hear myself complain about the lack of slayage going on." Buffy shrugged. "I don't know where the baddies went, but at least I went a few nights without ripping a shirt or mudding up my jeans. And my new Gucci boots still look like I just bought them." She laughed. "Maybe us coming to town and destroying a few nests gave them the hint to leave." Buffy poured some of the oatmeal in a bowl for Dawn before shrugging again. "Whatever spooked the vamps has the whole town calmed down and I can sleep easier at night."

Dawn looked at her, spoon halfway to her open mouth. She put it back down before sliding off the stool; she may need a clear passage to an escape route. "I heard you moaning a lot in your sleep last night when I stopped in there." Dawn inched towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

"And what was Dawn doing in my room?" Buffy moved around the counter towards Dawn. She had a suspicion as to why but wanted to hear it from her sister's own mouth.

Dawn caved. "Alright! Okay. I stole your Prada bag and used it on my date last night." She could never hide anything from Buffy. "I put it back in your closet when I got home, hoping you wouldn't notice. I took good care of it and prevented a drink from falling on the ground into it!"

"My black Prada purse was on the ground!" Buffy shook her head. Dawn still amazed her. "Dawnie, I've told you once and I'll tell you again."

Dawn hung her head. "I know."

"Purses never go with you into a club. You leave it in the car so you can have the excuse to not pay for anything." Buffy laughed. "You have so much to learn young one."

"Whatever. Back to you moaning. Were you dreaming about Angel again?"

"How do you know about them?"

"I eavesdrop. Don't change the subject: yes or no?"

Buffy sighed. "Yes. Every night for the past two months…ever since we left Italy." She scowled. "Come to think of it…I did have one dream when we were still there that Angel and Spike saw me and the Immortal in a dance club." She paced her hands on her hips. "Huh. That's weird. Why would the two of them be together, much less the same city?"

"You got me. But let's not think back to Italy. You breaking up with the Immortal and his temper tantrum is why we moved here, remember?" Dawn tapped Buffy on the forehead. "What was the dream about?"

"I know and hey!" Buffy pushed that image from her mind. That was a messy breakup; she had vowed to never date a dead guy again. "Angel and I were together in the relationship sense and we were – umm –," she blushed, "having sex. Lots of it."

"Oh," was all Dawn could say.

"I know! We can't because of the curse and the fact that he's a vampire, blah, blah, blah, but the dream felt so real. Almost like it had happened or will happen." Buffy sighed. "It was probably me and my hopeful wishing for a normal life. Something that can never happen with all the demons in this world…" She trailed off, her face twisted in thought.

Dawn moved next to Buffy. "What?"

"The nonexistence of demons. I have been jonesing for a good fight ever since the breakup and all of the demons and vamps have practically disappeared. The only ones we saw were the nests we found the first week we were here. Did something happen when we were in Italy that we aren't aware of?" Dawn shrugged. "I think we need to have a Scoobie meeting and try to figure this out."