This is a random Angel becomes human idea. Yeah not too original on how he becomes human, but differs from most fan-fictions on what happens afterward.

Three months, that's how long it's been since she and Angel resumed dating. Dating that particular vampire again wasn't something Buffy had been expecting, but now that it was happening, she wondered how she ever got on without him.

Their relationship was different than it had been while she was a high school student; it was more…adult now. There was still the curse to worry about, so no 'perfect happiness' between them allowed; but a little 'really happy' hadn't hurt anyone so far.

They couldn't have sex, but in the same sentence, they didn't need sex.

There was always more to them than physical attraction to one another, on a simpler scale, they just loved being in each others company.

They started out slow, patrolled together, killing demons and other bumps in the night.

Angel finally took her out for a real cup of coffee, without something occult getting in the way.

They went to a few movies, but made sure it was well advertised and had nothing to do with 'banquets'.

He even took her to dinner a few times, actually eating along with her; he could eat human food, it just offered no sustenance or flavor for him. However Buffy's smiling face across the table had made up for any negatives.

They had sped things up after a month of casual dating, now they lived together in her apartment, had been for the last two months. Both were satisfied with what they had, it wasn't exactly a normal life, but neither expected to get anything similar to one of those elusive destinies.

Of course, as they should have known, as soon as things slowed down, as activity settled into an easy routine…something always happens to shake things up. That night was no exception.

...

The couple were walking down an empty alleyway, the only other movement around was from the gentle night breeze blowing bits of trash around in tiny twisters. Their shoe falls the only sounds except the chirp of crickets and the far off night sounds of a city that never sleeps. They were talking quietly, discussing a movie that saw last week.

"I'm sorry Buffy, but I just can't see people living on spaceships and talking with a cowboy accent….it's just…wrong." Angel confessed.

Buffy shook her head, "Are you sure you just can't get over the idea of spaceships? I mean what was the latest technology in your teen days? Flushing toilet?"

Angel chuckles, "Actually that wasn't invented until 1775."

Buffy sent him a scowl, "Then where did you…um…go?"

Angel shrugged, "Outhouse if you had one, anywhere else if you didn't. People wondered why disease was such a problem then…"

She made a face, "Eww."

He just squeezed her and a little tighter.

And then the fight started.

A creature materialized out of the darkness, green glowing eyes appearing before a humanoid body, wearing clothes strangely samurai-like, a sparkling red jewel adorned its forehead. "Vampire! You may have averted fate once, you shall not do so again." The demon threatened in a voice as rough as stone.

The Morah demon charged forward, colliding with the heroes and tossing Buffy and Angel backwards, the duo landing tangled together in a heap.

Angel rolled off of her and stood, extending a hand to her to help her up. "What was that about?" she asked, wondering what the demon meant by 'averted fate once'.

He knew exactly what the Morah referred to, a day that was lost to all the world but him. The best day of his life that never happened. He had no intentions of telling Buffy about it, it would only hurt her. "Don't know, I'll ask him." He lied and charged.

The Morah was fast and strong; Angel ducked a blow to the head but fell back as his gut was kicked violently.

Buffy shimmied in and tried to get the demon in a headlock, it almost worked, but the green creature managed to worm a hand under her locked arm and toss her off. She landed with a thud and skidded a few feet.

When she regained her feet she cured, "Damn it!" she said looking down at the rip in her new shirt, "So killing this thing." She promised as she reached down and pick up a length of broken rebar.

"Wait" the vampire asked as he grabbed her shoulder as she tried to run past him and confront the demon.

"I remember, smash the jewel." She said quickly. She remembered watching him expertly kill one of these demons in seconds in his apartment years ago.

"Let me do it" he asked, "Trust me." He insisted.

She hesitated then stepped aside. "Ok, but if it rips your head off, don't come crying to me."

He chuckled, "I wont."

A moment later Angel and the Morah were locked in combat, each blow Angel delivered was blocked, the Morah was advancing. The demon punched the vampire back, buying him time to draw his sword.

Buffy knew Angel wanted to kill the demon, but she sure as hell wasn't going to stand aside as it killed her boyfriend, or poked hole in him...she didn't enjoy that either.

She charged as Angel was knocked out, "Nobody messes with my boyfriend!" her makeshift rebar sword locking with the demons, and they fought evenly matched.

"I will not fail again, the End of Days may have passed, but the end of you has just begun!" the demon yelled as he swung the sword.

Buffy twisted to avoid the blow, but the demon swung an armored hand into her head, momentarily stunning her. As she fell, the demon raised his sword, and plunged it downward.

Angel yelled as he rammed the demon, taking them both down hard.

The Morah's sword clattered away as Angel began rapid fire punching the demon trapped beneath him.

Buffy grabbed the sword and stood behind Angel, waiting for an opening. The demon slammed his fist into Angel's gut, and then used the vampire's forward momentum to toss him off.

"I'm not done yet" Angel hissed, as he pulled a knife from his boot then stabbed the demon in the back as it faced towards Buffy.

The demon yelled in pain then swung around, catching Angel across the face and knocking him down.

He punched the Slayer hard when she tried to intervene, then he pulled the knife from his back.

Angel recovered and leapt at the demon, too late in seeing the knife.

A moment later, the Morah sunk the green blood covered knife into Angel's heart.

Angel gasped in pain as a white light surrounded him, the green monster pulled the blade out then Angel dropped to his knees on the ground.

"ANGEL!" Buffy yelled when she saw her love fall; she turned and charged the Morah, missing the light show.

Using the Slayer's forward momentum, the demon picked her up as she jumped at him, and sent her flying into Angel, who had been getting unsteadily to his feet. She collided hard with him, knocking him back into the wall. He fell boneless to the ground.

She recovered then quickly pulled the other small knife from Angel's boot. She rolled off the prone vamp then ran at the demon again.

Rage helped fuel her strength as she began to beat him back. She risked a glance towards Angel, just slowly getting back to his feet, but the momentary distraction was enough for the demon to use.

He flipped her again and sent her sprawling forward, into Angel, again; the force again sending them backwards into the wall and the knife in her hand buried itself between Angel's ribs.

"Sorry" she winced as Angel clutched the knife in his chest, a second later she gently slid it out. "I need to borrow this" she said as she turned to face the demon.

When the demon got close enough she rapid fired the knife into his head, shattering the jewel. The demon screamed then shattered along with it.

She sighed in relief, and then turned back to Angel.

He stood there, holding his ribs. He looked up at her and she noticed blood running down his chin.

"Buffy?" he whispered, then his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed against the wall.

"Angel!" she yelled as she ran next to him, "Angel what's…" her words died in her throat when she saw the amount of blood gushing from the wound in his chest.

'Angel doesn't bleed, not like this.' Her mind whispered.

She instinctively clamped her hand over the hole, to stem the bleeding.

Shock hit her, his blood was hot.

A second later she realized the sound she heard was Angel's strained breaths.

'He's breathing?' she thought.

A second of joy filled her as she felt his heart beating beneath her hands, but was suddenly lost in terror as she realized with each beat, more blood was forced from his now living body.

"O god, o god" she whispered in panic.

With her free hand she pulled her cell phone from her pocket, it was dead. She forgot to charge it.

"DAMN IT!" she yelled as she threw it against the wall, shattering it into oblivion. "Think…think Buffy." She yelled to herself.

She then reach into Angel's coat and pulled out his cell phone. She almost cried in relief when it turned on, and had signal.

She quickly dialed 911. A terribly long second later she heard, "911, what is your emergency?"

"Help, Please. I need help. O god, there is so much blood." She panicked into the phone.

"What is your name Ma'am?" The responder asked.

"Umm…Buffy, Buffy Summers."

"Ok Buffy. Where are you?"

"Ahh…an alley, um…o god, behind 34th I think." She said, trying to clear her mind enough to get help.

"What happened?"

"There's so much blood…" She whispered looking down, horrified.

"Ma'am? Was someone shot?"

"Stabbed, O god I stabbed him…I didn't mean…Please you have to help him!" She begged.

"I'm sending an ambulance. Are you sure it's 34th?"

"I…I think so…Angel? Please, wake up." She said looking down at his pale face.

"Angel? The man that was stabbed." The operator asked.

"Yeah.."

"Is he breathing?"

"Barely" She sobbed.

"How old is he?"

"I ahh…I'm not…umm…in his twenties?" The question caught Buffy off guard, she knew his real age...but who would believe that?

"Ok. Do you know him? Is he a friend?" The operated asked to both keep Buffy talking (and from panicking) and to collect data.

"He's…my husband." She lied, knowing she couldn't call him anything less at the moment.

"Your husband? Ok. What happened?"

"We…we were mugged. We tried to fight off the mugger, Angel was stabbed. O god…"

"Where is the wound?"

"Uhh…his chest, between the ribs…his lung I think."

"Do you see blood on his lips when he exhales?"

She nodded.

"Ma'am?" The phone tech asked, not being able to see the nod and not hearing a response.

"Sorry…Yes…I...I have my hand over the wound, but its still bleeding. A lot."

"Good, keep even pressure. The paramedics should be there soon."

"I hear the siren." Buffy replied, a little slice of relief.

"Ok, I'll stay on the line with you until they arrive."

"Ok…. Angel? Angel! O God! He stopped breathing!" Buffy panicked as she watched Angel's chest still.

"Ma'am, ma'am, you have to stay calm."

"O god! Angel! Breathe!" she yelled to him, shaking his shoulders and trying to wake him.

Buffy dropped the phone. "ANGEL!"

...

A moment later the ambulance pulled into the alley and two paramedics jumped from the back.

"Ma'am? You called in a stabbing?" he asked as he crouched beside Angel.

"He…he just stopped breathing!" she panicked.

"Ok ma'am. Calm down. Let us help him." The first paramedic gently pulled Angel from her grasp and laid him flat.

"Sir, can you hear me?" he called as he shook Angel's shoulders then checked for a pulse.

The second paramedic quickly pushed a breathing tube down Angel's throat and began to pump oxygen into him.

The paramedics ignored her as they quickly picked Angel up and put him on the stretcher and wheeled him into the ambulance.

Buffy followed in a trance and stood just outside the open doors.

Once inside, the second paramedic began to treat the stab wound.

"Ma'am are you injured?" The first medic asked.

She looked at him a moment, then as if in a fog, shook her head no.

"If you can stay calm you can ride with us." He said as he hooked Angel up to an IV.

"Ok" Buffy nodded, climbed into the truck and moved to the seat he indicated. She sat very still, almost frozen as she watched them work on her love. Tears streaked down her cheeks, but she didn't wipe them away, she was too shocked to notice them.

The paramedic asked her some questions, Angel's full name, age, blood type, known allergies, description of what happened… She replied what she could, still too dazed to pay close attention to her surroundings, her eyes never left Angel's pale face.

...

A mile from the hospital, the words Buffy feared the most came out of the medic's mouth. "Damn it, just lost the pulse. Get the crash cart ready."

Buffy panicked. "What? His pulse!"

They began to hook up Angel to the defibrillator as the ambulance pulled up to the ER doors. A second later the doors opened and they were wheeling Angel into the hospital; doctors and the medics were shouting medical jargon she couldn't understand. She ran behind them, looking on in horror as one doctor jumped on top of Angel and began to perform manual CPR compressions.

They rounded a corner as a nurse grabbed her arm. "Ma'am! You can't go in there!"

Buffy easily pulled her arm from the nurse's grip and ran forward, but the double doors of the Operating Room slammed shut in her face.

The nurse grabbed her arm again, and two rather large orderlies stepped forward. She was about to fight them when the nurse spoke. "Ma'am if you don't calm down, we'll have to escort you from the building."

She froze, if they tossed her out, she wouldn't be allowed to see Angel…'if he's even still alive…' Buffy raised her hands in submission. "I'm calm, I just…is he…I need to know…" she began to break down.

"Shh honey" the nurse said as she gently led Buffy to a vacant room. "Your friend is in the Operating Room, you need to let the doctors help him. OK."

Buffy nodded. Then her head shot up, "He's not just my friend! He's….he's my husband." She said lied defensively.

"Ok, the doctor's are helping your husband." The nurse saying the words calmed Buffy back down. "Is there anyone you can call? To come get you?"

She looked up again, "I'm not leaving him." Her tone was serious.

"I'm not telling you to leave, but honey, you're covered in blood. You can't stay here like this."

Buffy looked down at Angel's blood covering her shirt. "O god" she whispered and fell into a chair behind her.

"Ma'am? Do you have someone to call?"

Buffy looked at her and nodded.

The nurse grabbed the cordless phone off the hook and handed it to her. "Tell them to come get you. If you insist on staying, have them bring you some clean clothes. There is a shower you can use."

Buffy nodded, "Thanks" she said then the nurse left the room to give her some privacy.

After she composed herself, Buffy dialed the phone with numb fingers.

On the third ring, a sleepy British voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Giles?"

"O thank god, Buffy. We've been trying to reach you. We've determined a Morah demon has been stalking around the…Buffy? Are you there?"

"Yeah…" She chocked out, tears threatening to fall.

"Buffy? Buffy are you alright? Where are you?" Giles asked, concerned when her heard the sorrow in her voice.

"The hospital."

"The hospital? Are you injured?"

"No, I'm fine….it's Angel."

"Angel? Why would he need to…"

His words were cut off by Buffy's sharp chocked-out cry of misery.

"Buffy? What happened to Angel?"

"He…he was stabbed…and he stopped breathing…and they said they lost the pulse…" She said quickly, tears running silently down her cheeks.

"Pulse? I don't understand…"

"Giles! He's Human!" She exclaimed.

"What?"

"Angel, we were fighting the demon, and he…was alive…"

"O my, I…I knew the Morah's blood had regenerative properties…but I never thought…" She could imagine him cleaning his glasses right now.

"I don't even know if he's Ok…they took him into surgery…" She said in a weak, defeated voice.

"Surgery?"

"I stabbed him." The words were almost a whisper.

"The Morah?"

"No, Angel."

"You stabbed Angel?" Giles asked in confusion.

"I didn't mean to! The demon threw me into him, I didn't know he was…I didn't know…" She emphasized, feeling ever the more worst with every syllable. At the end she trailed off.

"I'll be right there Buffy." He told her in reassurance.

"Wait!" She yelped out, just now remembering what the nurse had said to her.

"What is it?"

"The nurse said, to bring me clothes. I can stay here if I have clean clothes."

"Clothes?" he asked, wondering if she had a concussion.

"I'm…I'm covered in blood…Angel's blood…" She moaned.

"O right, yes. I'll summon the gang. I'm sure Willow has something you can wear."

"Ok" she said quietly.

"Buffy?" Giles asked, feeling the strain in his daughter of the heart's voice.

"Yeah?" She asked, feeling numb after everything that's happened in such a short time.

"Angel's strong, he'll fight." He told her sincerely. Giles wasn't exactly loving the idea of those two as a couple again, mostly because of the looming threat of the curse, but he couldn't deny how much more joy was in his Slayer's life when Angel was with her.

"Thank you" she whispered then hung up.

Angel's pale face flashed across her eyes, the horrible sound of the heart monitor's monotone scream, his bloodied chest emphasized by the blood soaked into her own clothes.

She shuttered.

Buffy sat in the chair, pulled her legs up to her chest, and cried. It wasn't a very Slayery thing to do, but her body didn't seemed to understand that.

...

Ten minutes later Giles ran into the ER entrance and a nurse directed him to the room Buffy was sitting in.

"Buffy?" he said as he went to her. She grabbed him and hugged him, and cried into his shirt. "Have you heard anything?" he asked her, she shook her head no.

A few minutes later, Xander, Willow, and Oz filed into the room.

"Buffy" Willow said as she wrapped her arms around her best friend.

"It all happened so fast" Buffy whispered into the red head's shoulder. "We were fighting, then the Morah threw me into Angel…the knife… I stabbed him…I didn't mean to…I thought he was fine…vampire healing…but he wasn't…there was so much blood…" She lost the ability to speak as the sobs overtook her.

"I'll be ok Buffy. He'll be ok." The witch said in a soothing voice as she rubbed Buffy's back. 'He has to be, for Buffy's sake he has to be.'

A few minutes later, Buffy shook her head, and pulled back enough to look into Willow's green eyes, "What…if he's not? He wasn't breathing…they said…said they lost his pulse…he's dead…I know he is...I killed him…"

Willow hugged her tighter. "No, don't say that. If he died…they wouldn't still be in surgery, Right?"

Buffy nodded weakly into her friend's comforting shoulder, "Yeah, I guess."

...

After what felt like hours to her, but had really only been like 20 minutes, Buffy stopped crying long enough for Willow to bring her to the shower area.

She quickly showered off Angel's blood; the idea of it covering her body horrified her. She then changed into the clothes Willow had brought for her.

She tossed her old clothes into the trash; she never wanted to see those blood stains again. Then returned to the waiting room and sat in uncomfortable silence with her friends as she waited to hear of Angel's condition.

...