Disclaimer.

Buffy: Abby owns doesn't own me.

Angel: Or me.

Rose Or me.

Dimitri: Or me.

Abby: Or any other people in the story.

Dimtri and Angel: But she wishes she owned us.

Abby: Oh, you guys, stop, thats not funny.

Angel: Say it. You want us.

Dimitri: Say it Abby.

Abby: Fine.

Chapter 1

Buffy

I was startled awake at the sound of the phone ringing. I got up and picked up the receiver, "Hello" I said with a horse voice.

"Buffy?" A trembling voice came though the phone.

"Wesley?" I asked completely surprised Wesley he was firm and British, now the man on the phone sounded scared.

"Yes." He said blankly, that was more the Wes I knew.

"Hey what can I do for you?" I said a little peppier now that I was taking to an old friend. Wesley had been working with Angel for about a year now.

"We need your help."

"With what?"

"Angel" I froze for a second. Angel.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?" I asked, I needed to know.

"I think you should come down and have Angel tell you."

"Okay fine see you like two hours." I said.

"Okay." Wes replied, "And Buffy."

"Yeah."

"Hurry, he's really freaked out."

What could be wrong with Angel? Why is he scared? Should I be worried. Yes, Buffy, of course you should be worried. Okay, well should I have gotten the gang together? All these question ran through me head –and more- as a drove down to LA.

I parked at the hotel they were working out of and stepped out of my car.

Rose

"Dimitri!" I sat straight up in bed. "Dimitri!" I cried again.

He came running over to me. "Rose!" He sat on the bed, and before I could reply I just buried my head in his shoulder. "Shhhh. Shhhh. It's alright Roza. It's alright." He smoothed my hair down and putted his arms around me.

"I'm okay." I said wiping a tear off my cheek. I moved his hair back and ran my figures over the scar. "How is that possible? How did you get out of there?" I asked.

"I don't know. But it's okay. I'm here, that's all that matters." He cooed. He shifted to get up and go back to bed, but I grabbed his arm.

"Stay with me." I begged.

"Of course Roza." He gave a little smile. We both curled up under the sheets. Dimitri held me in his arms. I stared into the blackness of the motel room. We were in LA. After the attack -and after Dimitri was bit- the academy sent us off on a 'mission' sounds weird but that's what it is. Anyway, they thought they had a lead on the head Strigoi in the attack. We were sent to kill him/her. I liked to idea but all the nightmares were making it hard.

I finally feel asleep. But the image of a blonde girl –not Lissa- stayed in my head. Who was she I'd never seen her.