Giddy

Spoilers- BTVS- General s6 stuff. Nothing too specific mentioned.
Angel- S3 – Baby Connor and happy families.
Disclaimer- None of the Buffy and/or Angel characters, settings and events belong to me in other than DVD or graphic novel form.
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"Don't hang up! Don't hang up!" Buffy pleaded as she ran for the phone, one hand clutching her towel tightly to her.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Buffy!"

Buffy wrinkled her brow. The voice was strangely familiar.

"Hi. Ah, who is this?"

"It's Angel." He sounded slightly petulant.

"Oh. Hi, Angel." Buffy paused awkwardly. "So, ah, how's things?"

"Things are great, Buff! Just great! I couldn't be happier. Well, I couldn't be happier without turning evil. Connor is just the cutest and smartest baby in the world and I couldn't ask for a better mother to my child. Cordy has been so fantastic with him. She couldn't treat him better if he was really hers."

"Huh? What?"

"Cordy's so pretty," Angel continued obliviously. "And smart. And caring. Did you know she makes me blood every morning?"

"Nooo."

"She's so good to me," Angel sighed. "I don't know why it took me so long to realize I'm in love with her."

"What!"

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Willow and Xander piled through the front door, laughing and giggling. They stopped suddenly at the sight of Buffy standing in the middle of the lounge room in a shocked daze, still clad in just a damp towel.

"Back in high school I would have killed to see you like this," Xander said thoughtfully.

Willow nudged him in the ribs. "Xander!"

"Oh right." Xander frowned. "What's up, Buff? Who died?"

Buffy barely twitched.

"Oh god. Who died?"

Buffy looked up blankly. "Angel."

Xander perked up. "Angel died?"

"No!" Willow protested. "Did he?"

"He called."

"So why the 'Coma Buffy Barbie' routine? We knew he could talk, he just didn't like to."

"He was happy."

"What?"

xxxxx

"I'll get it!" Sawn called out, running for the phone. "It's for me!"

"Hello," Dawn said breathlessly in to the phone. "Oh, hi, Cordy."

Buffy snatched the phone out of Dawn's hand.

"Hey!" Dawn protested. "I was talking to Cordelia."

"I need to speak to her," Buffy said forcefully. "Slayer stuff."

"And what? You forgot how to ask nicely?" Dawn glared at Buffy and walked away haughtily.

Buffy rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the phone. "Hi, Cordelia."

"Cor- I- He-"

Buffy carried the phone over to the couch, figuring she may as well make herself comfortable since Cordelia had worked herself into an impressive hyperbole. She broke in when she could.

"Huh. I see, magic joy juice… I can imagine… No, I haven't heard Angel sing… Hugging everyone? Bright colours? Creepy."

Buffy waited until Cordelia had to take a breath.

"Cordelia, it's okay. You don't have to apologize for what Angel said to me. If anyone should apologize it should be him. Not sorry, huh?"

Over the phone line Buffy could hear Cordelia tapping her nails anxiously. A wicked smile crossed her face.

"So, what's this I hear about you and Angel playing happy families?"

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