1 Title: An unexpected Surprise
Author: jlhtbs
Disclaimer: Buffy and Angel and co. are not mine. They belong to Joss, UPN and the WB.
Rating: PG
Summary: Everything from Season 3 on didn't happen. Buffy ran away and never returned to Sunnydale. However, Willow and Giles were able to bring Angel back from hell. This is what would happen if Angel were to find her again in my world.
Warning – this has not been read and corrected yet. I don't have a beta reader.
Buffy checked the sleeping child once more before grabbing her bag and heading downstairs. "Hey mom. Michael is sleeping. I have to get to class. I'll see you later. Bye."
"Buffy, be careful," her mother called out as she walked out the door.
Buffy had been deeply relieved when her father had found her living in LA and pregnant. After the fight with Angelus and her mother, she couldn't return home, but it was so hard to work, earning enough money to take care of herself and the baby that was yet to be born. Her father had found her waitressing and took her in under one condition, she had to return to school. After a month and many phone calls, Buffy was back in school, receiving proper medical care, and speaking to her mother again. Joyce decided that Buffy's decision to cut ties with Sunnydale was a good idea. She sold the house and returned to LA to see the birth of her grandson.
Michael Allan O'Connor was his mother's pride and joy. From the day he was born, Buffy knew she could never fully regret the past. Two years later, she had a son, who was getting ready for his second birthday, a high school diploma, and her parents' reconciliation. Of everything, her parents surprised her the most. Her father finally put his family before his work and eventually Hank and Joyce had resolved many of their problems. Although they hadn't remarried, they lived together with their daughter and grandson, finally being the family Buffy had always dreamed of.
After taking a few months off for Michael's birth, Buffy decided to return to college. Her parents had been thrilled to hear her decision. Her experiences trying to raise Michael convinced her to pursue a degree in social work. She had her parents support and love, but Buffy knew that many people didn't have the same help and supportive network to rely on. She decided she wanted to help children and their mother's to remain together and live good lives.
Being a mother and a student left her little time for anything else. Joyce had stopped working full-time at a gallery to be home when Buffy had school. It seemed to be the perfect solution and everyone was happy. Well, almost everyone.
Buffy loved her son and he made her life worth living. However, sometimes she would look at him and feel a pang of sadness and guilt wash over her. Michael was the spitting image of his father. They shared the same dark hair and deep brown eyes that could read your soul. Michael had yet to question his mother about his father and Buffy dreaded the day. How could she tell her son that she was responsible for killing his father? Angel had trusted her and she plunged a sword through him and sent him to hell. How could Michael ever forgive her? So far, Buffy had avoided telling Michael anything other than his father was a wonderful man who loved him very much, but wasn't able to be with them.
Pushing all the thoughts from her mind, she focused on her psychology class instead. A few hours later, Buffy rushed from campus and began a quick sweep of the area before heading home. After the baby was born, Buffy stopped patrolling for a while completely. Her time was too devoted to her son. Later, she started making a few sweeps a week to help keep the local vampire population under control. However, she wasn't willing to risk her son's life or her own by patrolling too often. Luckily, a year after Michael was born the Watcher's Council felt the same way. Buffy was officially relieved of her duties as slayer and informed that another slayer had already taken her place in Sunnydale. However, after hearing that she would keep her slayer strength, she kept training, making sure she could always be able to protect her son.
Now, Buffy Summers, former slayer, college student and mother, was making a sweep through the park on her way home. Rounding a corner, she spotted a man being attacked in front of her. She ignored the familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach and jumped into the fight. She pulled one off of him and plunged the stake into its heart. As she turned around, the second vampire kicked her stomach. A few hits later, the vampire was dust. She turned to see how the victim had faired with the third vampire that had attacked him. The vampire was dust and the victim stood there staring at her.
"Buffy?"
Angel watched as Buffy collapsed in front of him. Luckily his quick reflexes allowed him to catch her before she hit the ground. As he felt her weight in his arms, reality sunk in. Buffy was alive! Buffy was alive and in his arms. After all the months of searching and looking for her, then hearing only one slayer existed, he had given up all hope. After all, Faith was the current slayer. How could Buffy be alive and no longer a slayer? A million questions ran through his mind. He quickly checked to make sure she was okay. Then he carefully picked her up and brought her back to his hotel room. Gently he laid her down and waited for her to wake.
Buffy rolled over and grabbed a pillow. Taking a breath, she noticed the pillow smelled differently. It almost smelled like Angel did, a mixture of soap and cologne. As her mind began to clear, she realized she wasn't in her own bed or her room. She sat up and scanned the area. Her eyes fell on Angel and the events came flooding back to her. "Angel."
He watched as she began to stir and finally wake up, but he remained silent. He was almost afraid to speak for fear this was another one of his dreams. He had them still. Not as often as when he returned from hell, but he still had them. He saw the shock, recognition, and fear pass over her features. His heart sank as he noticed how strong the scent of her fear was. He decided to try and put her at ease. "Yes, Angelus is gone. I'm here."
"No, this is a dream. I sent you to hell. This isn't real."
"Buffy, I'm real and I'm here. I'm not going to hurt you. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I promise I'm no longer Angelus. I don't want to hurt you. I know you want nothing to do with me. I understand. You fainted after you staked 2 vampires in the park. I brought you back to my hotel room. I didn't know where else to take you."
Buffy's eyes widened. "Oh my god. I'm two hours late. Oh no. I have to go." Buffy stood up and raced to the door.
Angel carefully grabbed her hand. "Please Buffy, I know I don't deserve any answers, but Giles and the others think you're dead. Please."
His eyes pleaded with her to stay. Checking her watch again, she knew it was impossible. "I can't. I have to go."
"Buffy, please. I love you. I know I don't have a right to, but I do!"
Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. She was in Angel's hotel room and he just declared his love for her. "Oh god. Angel, I have to go. I'll come back tomorrow if you want, but I have to leave." She knew her parents and Michael were waiting at home for her to return. Right about now, they would be worried something had happened to her. She didn't want to worry them and she needed time to digest the idea that Angel was here. She could tell by his eyes that he was telling her the truth.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then. Where are you living? I can take you home." Angel was reluctant to see her leave. After all this time apart, she was finally here. He was afraid that if she left, she would disappear into the night and never return.
"No, that's okay. I'll be fine. I'll meet you here tomorrow afternoon. I promise."
Angel watched as his beloved vanished into the night. He had found her and she was alive. There were so many things to do and think about. He needed to call Giles and let him know he would be a few days late returning with the books he had purchased. Business, that would be his excuse. He couldn't tell Giles that he had stumbled upon Buffy. If she didn't return tomorrow, he would be heartbroken. Angel didn't want to raise Giles' hopes about Buffy's return until he spoke with her again.
Angel shook out of his revere and fingered his claugdah. He still wore the ring, but had noticed that Buffy didn't. Silently he wondered if there was any chance for them. Deciding that only time could tell, he set about making phone calls and changing his plans to remain in LA for a few days.
As Buffy walked in the front door, she knew her parents were worried. Making her way into the house, she found her parents waiting up for her. Next to them on the couch was her son. He was using his grandmother's lap for a pillow and someone had spread a blanket over him. Buffy was surprised to find him out of bed. "Hey little guy. What are you going up?"
The sleepy boy opened his eyes at the sound of his mother's voice. "Mommy, I waited up for you."
She smiled at her little miracle. "Come on you. It's past your bed time." Without a word to her parents, she picked up Michael and took him to his bed. After making sure he was asleep and tucked in, she returned to the living room to talk to her parents.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?"
"I'm okay. I staked a couple of vampires tonight, but that wasn't the problem. I'm going to tell you something, but I need you to stay calm. I need your advice on what to do." She took a deep breath and began to tell her parents about seeing Angel again. "I don't know how he's here or even why. I was too shocked to ask him and I wanted to get home. I promised I would meet him tomorrow."
Joyce was skeptical. She had only spoken at length with Angelus. She didn't know Angel, but she now understood how much her daughter loved the vampire. At first, she believed it was infatuation, but she saw how devastated Buffy was after Hank had found her in LA. She knew that Michael was the only reason Buffy got out of bed in the morning and tried to make a life for herself. Joyce finally saw what an amazing young woman her daughter had become once she became a mother herself. Now that Angel had reappeared, she feared all the hurt and pain would resurface and all Buffy's hard work would be for nothing. Slayer or not, a woman could only endure so much and now there was a little boy to worry about.
"Buffy, are you sure he's Angel and not Angelus? Did you tell him about Michael?"
Buffy could tell her mother was trying to stay calm and understanding, but was afraid for her. "Yes mom. I'm sure it was Angel. I didn't tell him anything. Not where I live, what has happened or anything about Michael. I was too shocked at first. Then when I realized he was really there, I didn't know what to say. How do I tell the man I love that after I sent him to hell, I ran away, gave birth to his child and have been raising him here while everyone in Sunnydale thinks I'm dead."
"Buffy, why do you think they think you're dead?" Hank had only heard stories about the events in Sunnydale, but didn't understand why they would think she was dead.
"I don't know daddy. Angel told me that Giles and the others think I'm dead. I never meant for that to happen. I just couldn't talk to them. I couldn't deal with the blame and the guilt. I guess I'm afraid they hate me. Things were going so much better here and Michael needs a mother, not a teenager with a bunch of problems."
"Honey, it's okay. It's not your fault. Come to think of it, when I found out you were in LA with your father, I took off. I didn't bother to tell any of your friends. I just packed up and left. No one blames you for anything."
"I don't know."
"Buffy, sweetheart, whatever you decide, your mother and I will support you. We want what's best for you and Michael. If that means having Angel in your life, I will personally find him and bring him to you." Even after hearing this reassurance, Buffy's face was filled with confusion. "Look, you said you would see him tomorrow. Why don't you sleep on it and see how you feel in the morning? You may decide to wait a while before telling him everything. Rest up and see how you feel."
"Okay, good night." Buffy lay in bed tossing and turning for hours before finding sleep. Even then her dreams were filled with harsh words from her friends and Angel for leaving and never calling. By morning her stomach was tied into knots. Even Michael noticed how tense she was, but luckily her mother kept him occupied while she tried to sort out her feelings.
Angel was too nervous to sleep. After speaking to Giles, he ran out to the store for a few things. When morning came, he was unable to sit still. He paced back and forth in his hotel room, waiting to hear from Buffy. She had never given him a time that she would show up. As the hours slowly passed, he began to wonder if she was coming at all. Too afraid that the previous night was a dream, he refused to sleep until he saw her again. As the sun set, he wondered if he'd be able to find her if she never came. He was contemplating going to look for her when there was a knock on the door.
"Buffy, hi. Come in. I was starting to think you changed your mind."
"I almost did. How are you?"
"Okay I guess. Better now that I know you are alive." Angel didn't mean to sound so angry. After all, Buffy had every right to hate him after what he did to her as Angelus. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it that way. It was just really hard when we heard the news that Faith was the only slayer."
"Who told you that?"
"A watcher came from the Council about a year ago. The Scooby gang and I had been helping Faith with slaying. He said there was only one slayer, Faith and another one wouldn't be called until she died. Giles assumed that you were dead and took it really hard. He still isn't himself."
"I'm sorry. I had no idea. I never meant to hurt anyone."
"I know. What happened?" Angel asked. "You look alive and well, yet you're no longer the slayer. But, I can still sense power radiating from you. How did it happen?"
"Well, the council came to me about a year ago and offered me the chance to retire. I still have my strength and healing abilities, so I patrol a couple of times a week. Just enough to keep the local vamps in line. How, how did you get out of hell?"
"Willow and Giles found a spell. They had hoped that if I came back, I'd be able to find you. They helped nurse me back to health the first month. Then I spent months looking for you. It was like you disappeared. No one had seen you. There were a few rumors that some demons defeated you, but nothing concrete. It was as if you disappeared from the face of the earth."
"I'm sorry."
"Are you alright? How have you been?"
"Okay I guess. After everything, I had to leave. I came to LA and got a job. I found an apartment. It wasn't great, but it was shelter. In October, my father came into the restaurant where I was working. Next thing I know, I was moving in with him. He called my mom. She came and all three of us talked. It was nice. I told them about being the slayer and they understood. For the first time, they put everything aside and we became a family. Mom moved in with us eventually. Dad got me back in school. I actually did well my senior year and I enrolled at UCLA. I'm majoring in sociology."
"That's wonderful. I'm happy things have been so good for you, but why didn't you call anyone in Sunnydale?"
"I don't know. It was easier I guess. It hurt too much when I thought about what I did. I sent you to hell, Kendra was dead, Willow in the hospital, Ms. Calendar was gone, and I didn't prevent any of it. I couldn't face them. Then things started getting easier here and I dove into this new life. Angel, if I had known you were there, I would have called, I swear."
Angel placed a hand on her chin and forced her to look at his face. "You know it's not your fault that those things happened."
Knowing that he didn't blame her relieved many of her fears. "It wasn't yours either, so don't blame yourself for what Angelus did."
He could only smile in return. For a moment he hoped there was still a chance for them. "I'll make you a deal. If you don't blame yourself for what happened, then I won't blame myself for what Angelus did."
"Okay."
"Good."
"So, I guess you'll be going back to Sunnydale soon?" Buffy wondered how much time she was actually going to have with Angel. Now that the guilt was aside, she hoped to talk to Angel, really talk to him. It had been so long since she was able to share her feelings and fears with anyone else. Her parents tried their best, but it wasn't enough.
"Well, I do have to deliver some books to Giles. I'd like to see you occasionally. I'll understand if you don't want to go to Sunnydale, but I could come to LA on the weekends. Maybe we could go for coffee?"
The thought of seeing Angel again made her extremely happy. But she immediately thought about Angelus. What if things made Angel too happy? "I don't know Angel. I would never survive if Angelus came back and there is so much more at stake now. What if something happens? I can't risk that!" Now that the thought entered her mind, she knew she couldn't risk Michael.
"Buffy, when Giles and Willow brought me back, they found a spell. My soul is permanent. Angelus is gone for good. Please, I just found you. I don't want to loose you from my life."
"It's almost eight. I should get home."
Angel was afraid. She did respond to his plea. What if she really walked out that door and never looked back. He knew his life had been missing something ever since his return from hell. That something had been Buffy. Now that he found her, he wasn't willing to give her up again. "Buffy, please. I know I don't deserve a second chance, but I'm asking for one. You are the only woman I've loved in 240 years, please!"
"Did you mean it yesterday?"
"Mean what?"
"That you still love me even though I sent you to hell? Can you forgive me?"
"Yes, I love you and there is nothing to forgive. I'm proud of you for doing the right thing." He smiled down at her. Even though two and a half years had passed, she looked exactly the same. Her blond hair and innocent blue eyes called out to him.
"I have to go home. Will you walk with me?"
Angel could hardly contain his relief. "I'd love to."
Buffy was nervous as she walked back to the house with Angel. Her parents had said they would support her decisions and the curse was no longer an issue. Her son needed to know his father and she had no doubts that Angel would be a wonderful father to Michael. She knew she was taking a huge risk. Quietly she prayed that it would be worth it.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside. Taking a deep breath and preparing herself, she invited Angel in. "Please, come in."
"Buffy, you didn't have to. I'd understand if you said this is too much for you right now."
"Mommy, mommy!"
Angel had planned on saying more, but was cut off by a small child who had run into the room and clung onto Buffy's legs. Utterly speechless, he watched her pick up the boy before giving him a hug and kiss.
"Mommy will you tell me a story?"
"In a little while. Where are grandma and grandpa?"
Buffy's words confirmed Angel's thoughts. The boy was Buffy's child. He watched, both fascinated and hurt. The boy, obviously advanced for his age, looked exactly like Buffy except for his dark hair and eyes. He could see the love and protectiveness radiating off her towards her son. Angel immediately knew that although he was slightly hurt by the reminder that he and Buffy could never have children, he would love his child. It didn't matter if it wasn't his son biologically. This child was from Buffy, was a part of her and her life, and given the opportunity, he would love the child with all his heart and soul.
Buffy watched the emotions pass across Angel's face. She saw the hurt and confusion, but she also saw the complete acceptance. She knew he would accept Michael no matter what she told him. At that moment, she decided to tell Angel the truth. She carried Michael into the family room and motioned for Angel to follow.
"Hi Mom, Dad. Was Michael good for you?"
"An angel, as always. Oh, speaking of angels, hello Angel. Buffy told us you were back." Mrs. Summers was unsure of her daughter's decision, but had agreed to support her. Joyce kept a smile on her face and a pleasant demeanor until he gave her an excuse to act differently.
"Hello Mrs. Summers, Mr. Summers. I'm sorry for my behavior last time we met. I wasn't myself." Angel was nervous and suddenly glad he was a vampire. Otherwise he would be sweating profusely right now.
"No apologies are necessary. Buffy has explained the entire situation regarding your soul. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Hank Summers." Hank knew how crucial this moment would be. He needed Buffy to feel supported and yet let Angel know he would do anything to protect his daughter.
"It's a pleasure Mr. Summers." Angel couldn't believe how civil her parents were being.
Buffy interrupted the conversation to finish the introduction. She crossed her fingers and said a prayer before introducing Michael. "Angel, this is Michael, my son. Michael, this is Angel. He's a very good friend of mine."
"Hello Michael. Can you tell me how old you are?" Angel shook the boy's hand.
"I'll be 2 next week."
"Michael, why don't we play and let your Mommy and Angel talk." Joyce and Hank took Michael over to the group of toys that scattered the family room floor and left Buffy to tell Angel what she would.
"He's adorable and advanced for 2. He's a mini version of you."
"You think? I always thought he looked exactly like his father. He is extremely bright though and stronger than a normal child his age. He's very special and probably the only reason I've survived this long."
Angel marveled as he observed the child playing with his grandparents. "He's amazing. You've done a wonderful job so far. I don't know how you did it all and still managed to get an education. You are incredible. How did you do it all?"
"I've had a lot of help. Mom stopped working full-time. She watches Michael while I go to school. My parents have been great."
"What about his father? Where is he?"
"His father didn't know I was pregnant. Then I thought he was dead. I just found him. I haven't had the nerve to tell him yet."
"You said he was two?"
"Yes, born October 31st. Kind of fitting, huh."
"But that would mean."
"His full name is Michael Alan O'Connor."
"Oh my god, that's my son! That should be impossible. Vampires aren't supposed to be able to have children. How?"
"I don't know, but Angel, I've never been with anyone else. You were the only one I was with. I swear!"
Angel smiled at Buffy's distress and vow. She had remained faithful to him although he had no right to ask her to. "I know. I believe you. It's just hard to believe that I have a son. I'm a father."
Buffy couldn't help but be amused by Angel's reaction. If his soul wasn't secure, she might be speaking to Angelus now. "Yes. The moment he was born I could tell he was yours. He looked exactly like you. It's funny. He even has some of your behaviors and mannerisms."
"What did you tell him about his father? About me?"
"I thought I'd never see you again. I told him that his father was a wonderful man who loved him very much, but you couldn't be with us. It was impossible. I haven't told him anything else. I figured I would wait until he was older and started asking questions about you. He doesn't know anything about slayers or vampires either."
"Oh."
"Angel, I know this is a shock, but I don't plan on telling him any different. At least not until you've decided what you want. I don't want to disappoint him or see him hurt if he finds out his father doesn't want anything to do with him. I won't let him go through what I went through." Buffy waited with anticipation for Angel's reaction.
He stared at her in disbelief. "Buffy, I will go along with what ever you say. That's not a problem, but why do you think I wouldn't want to be a part of his life?" Angel tried to hide the hurt he was feeling. This was their son. Of course he would want to be part of his life in some fashion. Besides, his own father had been a lousy parent. He had no intentions of following in his father's footsteps.
"I just don't want him hurt. He's my life, Angel. So many times after I left, I wanted to quit, but I couldn't. I had to take care of him and myself. I want you to know him, but I need you to understand a few things."
"Okay, I'll agree to whatever you want Buffy. If you don't want to tell him I'm his father or a vampire, that's fine. I just would like a chance to know him. Maybe the three of us could do something together if you like." Angel still didn't understand what Buffy was hinting at. "I'll do whatever you want to keep you both in my life. Just tell me."
"Do you realize that I'm not going back to Sunnydale ever and it would be best if the others don't know where I am for now. I can't risk putting Michael in danger." She knew it sounded harsh, maybe even cruel, but she needed Angel to understand that she had no intentions of returning to the hellmouth. One, it would be dangerous. Going back would announce to the demon community that she and her son were available targets. Two, in all honesty, she wasn't emotionally prepared to deal with her old friends and have to explain her reasons for leaving and Michael. She could picture their disapproving faces and the look of disappointment from them. "Besides, this is the only home Michael knows. He has friends here. I have friends here. I'm doing well in school. I'm no longer the slayer. I'm happy here. I don't want to and can't go back to my old life."
"Buffy is there someone in your life? Do you not want to see me? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Now Angel was confused. Why would Buffy bring him here, tell him about their son and pretend to be willing to give him a second chance if she didn't want him in her life?
"No, there is no one else. I don't know what I'm trying to say. If you're willing, I definitely want you to be a part of our lives. I guess I just need you to understand that I have no intentions of going to Sunnydale. I don't want things to be like they were before. I've almost been happy recently. I don't want to see Michael or myself hurt." Buffy was frustrated. She didn't understand how to explain her fears to Angel. So much had happened since she last saw him. She wasn't the same girl any longer. What if he saw the changes in her and didn't want her. She knew one thing, she wasn't ready to have her heart broken again.
Angel took hold of one of her hands. Then he lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. "I know you're scared. I don't want things to go back to the way they were either. Too much has happened. We've both changed. We can take things as slow as you want. Maybe take a while and get to know each other again. Then when you're ready, maybe you'll let me take you out. In the mean time, all I want is a chance to get to know you and Michael. Okay?" He hoped to ease her fears. She had never been afraid of him before or with him around. He always found it amusing that the slayer felt safe in a vampire's arms. Only time would allow that trust to return and time was one thing he had plenty of so long as Buffy agreed.
Buffy wanted him in their lives desperately and from the look in Angel's the feeling was mutual. She began to feel at ease again. "What about everyone in Sunnydale? What will you tell them?"
Angel thought for a second before answering. "Well, if it's okay with you, I'd like to stay in LA for a while. I'll go back to Sunnydale and give Giles his books before grabbing a few more things. I could find a place here in LA. I'll tell Giles that I found a new lead on you. He'll get some hope back and hopefully, one day, if you're ever ready, you can let him know you're okay. He's used to me disappearing weeks at a time trying to follow a lead. As long as I call once a week, everything will be good. Is that okay with you? Do you mind if I get a place in LA?" Angel hoped she said yet. He had thought through numerous situations earlier that day while anticipating her arrival. He prayed she wouldn't feel threatened by the sudden move, but he needed to see her and weekends only wouldn't be enough.
"That would be nice. Thank you." Buffy was relieved that Angel would keep her whereabouts quiet. She knew it wouldn't last forever. Eventually, she needed to call Giles and explain about no longer being a slayer. At the very least, she owed him that. She pushed the thoughts from her mind and tried to comprehend that Angel was back in her life. "How about a cup of tea?"
Angel smiled brightly back at Buffy. For the first time since his return, he was hopeful that things would work. "That would be great, but why don't you let me make it. Just tell me where to find everything. I imagine trying to be a mother and student can be tiring."
Buffy smiled back. "That would be wonderful. Michael can be a handful. Don't get me wrong. He's very well-behaved and my parents have always helped, but he has more energy that I can muster, slayer stamina and all."
"My mother used to tell me how energetic and active I was as a child. I remember how tired she seemed just caring for Kathy and she said I was worse." The smile didn't disappear as he remembered his family. "How did you know my last name?"
It was the only time Buffy had ever seen him look happy while remembering and speaking of his family. Usually he was somber and guilt ridden as he relived the memories of his human life. "Sounds like something else he inherited from you. If I'm not careful, he can get into a lot of mischief." The smile faded from his face momentarily. "Before I left, I went back to your apartment one last time. I found some of your journals. I guess Angelus never moved some of your things to the mansion. After everything, they made me feel close to you. I also thought that it would be nice for Michael to know his father one day. When he was older, I was going to try and tell him the truth, then give him the journals. I guess I was hoping they would allow him to feel closer to you too. I'm sorry. I have them upstairs. I can bring them down if you want."
Angel thought he would be embarrassed knowing Buffy read his journals. Actually, he was relieved. She knew everything he had done in his life and how he felt about most of it. If anything, he was more secure about her feelings for him. Knowing his worst and best sides, she still cared for him greatly. "No, that's fine. I don't mind. I would like Michael to have them eventually. I've been keeping new ones. I thought Angelus had destroyed them. Well, how about that cup of tea? Where do you keep the bags?"
"I have a better idea." Joyce walked in carrying a sleeping child. "I think someone needs to be put to bed. Why don't you take him up and I'll make the tea." Joyce handed the small boy to his father, not allowing Angel to comment before walking away to start the tea.
Buffy giggled. Angel's mouth hung open. Her mother had surprised them both with her actions, but Buffy was quicker to recover. Her eyes began to water as she watched Angel hold their son. "Come on. I'll show you to his room."
Buffy watched from the side as Angel changed their son and put him to bed. She couldn't remember seeing a more beautiful sight. The two men she loved with all her heart were in front of her in a scene that she never dared hope to experience. After Michael was in bed, she placed a kiss on his forehead, turned out the light and taking Angel's hand, led him out of the room.
TBC… Feedback please!
Author: jlhtbs
Disclaimer: Buffy and Angel and co. are not mine. They belong to Joss, UPN and the WB.
Rating: PG
Summary: Everything from Season 3 on didn't happen. Buffy ran away and never returned to Sunnydale. However, Willow and Giles were able to bring Angel back from hell. This is what would happen if Angel were to find her again in my world.
Warning – this has not been read and corrected yet. I don't have a beta reader.
Buffy checked the sleeping child once more before grabbing her bag and heading downstairs. "Hey mom. Michael is sleeping. I have to get to class. I'll see you later. Bye."
"Buffy, be careful," her mother called out as she walked out the door.
Buffy had been deeply relieved when her father had found her living in LA and pregnant. After the fight with Angelus and her mother, she couldn't return home, but it was so hard to work, earning enough money to take care of herself and the baby that was yet to be born. Her father had found her waitressing and took her in under one condition, she had to return to school. After a month and many phone calls, Buffy was back in school, receiving proper medical care, and speaking to her mother again. Joyce decided that Buffy's decision to cut ties with Sunnydale was a good idea. She sold the house and returned to LA to see the birth of her grandson.
Michael Allan O'Connor was his mother's pride and joy. From the day he was born, Buffy knew she could never fully regret the past. Two years later, she had a son, who was getting ready for his second birthday, a high school diploma, and her parents' reconciliation. Of everything, her parents surprised her the most. Her father finally put his family before his work and eventually Hank and Joyce had resolved many of their problems. Although they hadn't remarried, they lived together with their daughter and grandson, finally being the family Buffy had always dreamed of.
After taking a few months off for Michael's birth, Buffy decided to return to college. Her parents had been thrilled to hear her decision. Her experiences trying to raise Michael convinced her to pursue a degree in social work. She had her parents support and love, but Buffy knew that many people didn't have the same help and supportive network to rely on. She decided she wanted to help children and their mother's to remain together and live good lives.
Being a mother and a student left her little time for anything else. Joyce had stopped working full-time at a gallery to be home when Buffy had school. It seemed to be the perfect solution and everyone was happy. Well, almost everyone.
Buffy loved her son and he made her life worth living. However, sometimes she would look at him and feel a pang of sadness and guilt wash over her. Michael was the spitting image of his father. They shared the same dark hair and deep brown eyes that could read your soul. Michael had yet to question his mother about his father and Buffy dreaded the day. How could she tell her son that she was responsible for killing his father? Angel had trusted her and she plunged a sword through him and sent him to hell. How could Michael ever forgive her? So far, Buffy had avoided telling Michael anything other than his father was a wonderful man who loved him very much, but wasn't able to be with them.
Pushing all the thoughts from her mind, she focused on her psychology class instead. A few hours later, Buffy rushed from campus and began a quick sweep of the area before heading home. After the baby was born, Buffy stopped patrolling for a while completely. Her time was too devoted to her son. Later, she started making a few sweeps a week to help keep the local vampire population under control. However, she wasn't willing to risk her son's life or her own by patrolling too often. Luckily, a year after Michael was born the Watcher's Council felt the same way. Buffy was officially relieved of her duties as slayer and informed that another slayer had already taken her place in Sunnydale. However, after hearing that she would keep her slayer strength, she kept training, making sure she could always be able to protect her son.
Now, Buffy Summers, former slayer, college student and mother, was making a sweep through the park on her way home. Rounding a corner, she spotted a man being attacked in front of her. She ignored the familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach and jumped into the fight. She pulled one off of him and plunged the stake into its heart. As she turned around, the second vampire kicked her stomach. A few hits later, the vampire was dust. She turned to see how the victim had faired with the third vampire that had attacked him. The vampire was dust and the victim stood there staring at her.
"Buffy?"
Angel watched as Buffy collapsed in front of him. Luckily his quick reflexes allowed him to catch her before she hit the ground. As he felt her weight in his arms, reality sunk in. Buffy was alive! Buffy was alive and in his arms. After all the months of searching and looking for her, then hearing only one slayer existed, he had given up all hope. After all, Faith was the current slayer. How could Buffy be alive and no longer a slayer? A million questions ran through his mind. He quickly checked to make sure she was okay. Then he carefully picked her up and brought her back to his hotel room. Gently he laid her down and waited for her to wake.
Buffy rolled over and grabbed a pillow. Taking a breath, she noticed the pillow smelled differently. It almost smelled like Angel did, a mixture of soap and cologne. As her mind began to clear, she realized she wasn't in her own bed or her room. She sat up and scanned the area. Her eyes fell on Angel and the events came flooding back to her. "Angel."
He watched as she began to stir and finally wake up, but he remained silent. He was almost afraid to speak for fear this was another one of his dreams. He had them still. Not as often as when he returned from hell, but he still had them. He saw the shock, recognition, and fear pass over her features. His heart sank as he noticed how strong the scent of her fear was. He decided to try and put her at ease. "Yes, Angelus is gone. I'm here."
"No, this is a dream. I sent you to hell. This isn't real."
"Buffy, I'm real and I'm here. I'm not going to hurt you. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I promise I'm no longer Angelus. I don't want to hurt you. I know you want nothing to do with me. I understand. You fainted after you staked 2 vampires in the park. I brought you back to my hotel room. I didn't know where else to take you."
Buffy's eyes widened. "Oh my god. I'm two hours late. Oh no. I have to go." Buffy stood up and raced to the door.
Angel carefully grabbed her hand. "Please Buffy, I know I don't deserve any answers, but Giles and the others think you're dead. Please."
His eyes pleaded with her to stay. Checking her watch again, she knew it was impossible. "I can't. I have to go."
"Buffy, please. I love you. I know I don't have a right to, but I do!"
Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. She was in Angel's hotel room and he just declared his love for her. "Oh god. Angel, I have to go. I'll come back tomorrow if you want, but I have to leave." She knew her parents and Michael were waiting at home for her to return. Right about now, they would be worried something had happened to her. She didn't want to worry them and she needed time to digest the idea that Angel was here. She could tell by his eyes that he was telling her the truth.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then. Where are you living? I can take you home." Angel was reluctant to see her leave. After all this time apart, she was finally here. He was afraid that if she left, she would disappear into the night and never return.
"No, that's okay. I'll be fine. I'll meet you here tomorrow afternoon. I promise."
Angel watched as his beloved vanished into the night. He had found her and she was alive. There were so many things to do and think about. He needed to call Giles and let him know he would be a few days late returning with the books he had purchased. Business, that would be his excuse. He couldn't tell Giles that he had stumbled upon Buffy. If she didn't return tomorrow, he would be heartbroken. Angel didn't want to raise Giles' hopes about Buffy's return until he spoke with her again.
Angel shook out of his revere and fingered his claugdah. He still wore the ring, but had noticed that Buffy didn't. Silently he wondered if there was any chance for them. Deciding that only time could tell, he set about making phone calls and changing his plans to remain in LA for a few days.
As Buffy walked in the front door, she knew her parents were worried. Making her way into the house, she found her parents waiting up for her. Next to them on the couch was her son. He was using his grandmother's lap for a pillow and someone had spread a blanket over him. Buffy was surprised to find him out of bed. "Hey little guy. What are you going up?"
The sleepy boy opened his eyes at the sound of his mother's voice. "Mommy, I waited up for you."
She smiled at her little miracle. "Come on you. It's past your bed time." Without a word to her parents, she picked up Michael and took him to his bed. After making sure he was asleep and tucked in, she returned to the living room to talk to her parents.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?"
"I'm okay. I staked a couple of vampires tonight, but that wasn't the problem. I'm going to tell you something, but I need you to stay calm. I need your advice on what to do." She took a deep breath and began to tell her parents about seeing Angel again. "I don't know how he's here or even why. I was too shocked to ask him and I wanted to get home. I promised I would meet him tomorrow."
Joyce was skeptical. She had only spoken at length with Angelus. She didn't know Angel, but she now understood how much her daughter loved the vampire. At first, she believed it was infatuation, but she saw how devastated Buffy was after Hank had found her in LA. She knew that Michael was the only reason Buffy got out of bed in the morning and tried to make a life for herself. Joyce finally saw what an amazing young woman her daughter had become once she became a mother herself. Now that Angel had reappeared, she feared all the hurt and pain would resurface and all Buffy's hard work would be for nothing. Slayer or not, a woman could only endure so much and now there was a little boy to worry about.
"Buffy, are you sure he's Angel and not Angelus? Did you tell him about Michael?"
Buffy could tell her mother was trying to stay calm and understanding, but was afraid for her. "Yes mom. I'm sure it was Angel. I didn't tell him anything. Not where I live, what has happened or anything about Michael. I was too shocked at first. Then when I realized he was really there, I didn't know what to say. How do I tell the man I love that after I sent him to hell, I ran away, gave birth to his child and have been raising him here while everyone in Sunnydale thinks I'm dead."
"Buffy, why do you think they think you're dead?" Hank had only heard stories about the events in Sunnydale, but didn't understand why they would think she was dead.
"I don't know daddy. Angel told me that Giles and the others think I'm dead. I never meant for that to happen. I just couldn't talk to them. I couldn't deal with the blame and the guilt. I guess I'm afraid they hate me. Things were going so much better here and Michael needs a mother, not a teenager with a bunch of problems."
"Honey, it's okay. It's not your fault. Come to think of it, when I found out you were in LA with your father, I took off. I didn't bother to tell any of your friends. I just packed up and left. No one blames you for anything."
"I don't know."
"Buffy, sweetheart, whatever you decide, your mother and I will support you. We want what's best for you and Michael. If that means having Angel in your life, I will personally find him and bring him to you." Even after hearing this reassurance, Buffy's face was filled with confusion. "Look, you said you would see him tomorrow. Why don't you sleep on it and see how you feel in the morning? You may decide to wait a while before telling him everything. Rest up and see how you feel."
"Okay, good night." Buffy lay in bed tossing and turning for hours before finding sleep. Even then her dreams were filled with harsh words from her friends and Angel for leaving and never calling. By morning her stomach was tied into knots. Even Michael noticed how tense she was, but luckily her mother kept him occupied while she tried to sort out her feelings.
Angel was too nervous to sleep. After speaking to Giles, he ran out to the store for a few things. When morning came, he was unable to sit still. He paced back and forth in his hotel room, waiting to hear from Buffy. She had never given him a time that she would show up. As the hours slowly passed, he began to wonder if she was coming at all. Too afraid that the previous night was a dream, he refused to sleep until he saw her again. As the sun set, he wondered if he'd be able to find her if she never came. He was contemplating going to look for her when there was a knock on the door.
"Buffy, hi. Come in. I was starting to think you changed your mind."
"I almost did. How are you?"
"Okay I guess. Better now that I know you are alive." Angel didn't mean to sound so angry. After all, Buffy had every right to hate him after what he did to her as Angelus. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it that way. It was just really hard when we heard the news that Faith was the only slayer."
"Who told you that?"
"A watcher came from the Council about a year ago. The Scooby gang and I had been helping Faith with slaying. He said there was only one slayer, Faith and another one wouldn't be called until she died. Giles assumed that you were dead and took it really hard. He still isn't himself."
"I'm sorry. I had no idea. I never meant to hurt anyone."
"I know. What happened?" Angel asked. "You look alive and well, yet you're no longer the slayer. But, I can still sense power radiating from you. How did it happen?"
"Well, the council came to me about a year ago and offered me the chance to retire. I still have my strength and healing abilities, so I patrol a couple of times a week. Just enough to keep the local vamps in line. How, how did you get out of hell?"
"Willow and Giles found a spell. They had hoped that if I came back, I'd be able to find you. They helped nurse me back to health the first month. Then I spent months looking for you. It was like you disappeared. No one had seen you. There were a few rumors that some demons defeated you, but nothing concrete. It was as if you disappeared from the face of the earth."
"I'm sorry."
"Are you alright? How have you been?"
"Okay I guess. After everything, I had to leave. I came to LA and got a job. I found an apartment. It wasn't great, but it was shelter. In October, my father came into the restaurant where I was working. Next thing I know, I was moving in with him. He called my mom. She came and all three of us talked. It was nice. I told them about being the slayer and they understood. For the first time, they put everything aside and we became a family. Mom moved in with us eventually. Dad got me back in school. I actually did well my senior year and I enrolled at UCLA. I'm majoring in sociology."
"That's wonderful. I'm happy things have been so good for you, but why didn't you call anyone in Sunnydale?"
"I don't know. It was easier I guess. It hurt too much when I thought about what I did. I sent you to hell, Kendra was dead, Willow in the hospital, Ms. Calendar was gone, and I didn't prevent any of it. I couldn't face them. Then things started getting easier here and I dove into this new life. Angel, if I had known you were there, I would have called, I swear."
Angel placed a hand on her chin and forced her to look at his face. "You know it's not your fault that those things happened."
Knowing that he didn't blame her relieved many of her fears. "It wasn't yours either, so don't blame yourself for what Angelus did."
He could only smile in return. For a moment he hoped there was still a chance for them. "I'll make you a deal. If you don't blame yourself for what happened, then I won't blame myself for what Angelus did."
"Okay."
"Good."
"So, I guess you'll be going back to Sunnydale soon?" Buffy wondered how much time she was actually going to have with Angel. Now that the guilt was aside, she hoped to talk to Angel, really talk to him. It had been so long since she was able to share her feelings and fears with anyone else. Her parents tried their best, but it wasn't enough.
"Well, I do have to deliver some books to Giles. I'd like to see you occasionally. I'll understand if you don't want to go to Sunnydale, but I could come to LA on the weekends. Maybe we could go for coffee?"
The thought of seeing Angel again made her extremely happy. But she immediately thought about Angelus. What if things made Angel too happy? "I don't know Angel. I would never survive if Angelus came back and there is so much more at stake now. What if something happens? I can't risk that!" Now that the thought entered her mind, she knew she couldn't risk Michael.
"Buffy, when Giles and Willow brought me back, they found a spell. My soul is permanent. Angelus is gone for good. Please, I just found you. I don't want to loose you from my life."
"It's almost eight. I should get home."
Angel was afraid. She did respond to his plea. What if she really walked out that door and never looked back. He knew his life had been missing something ever since his return from hell. That something had been Buffy. Now that he found her, he wasn't willing to give her up again. "Buffy, please. I know I don't deserve a second chance, but I'm asking for one. You are the only woman I've loved in 240 years, please!"
"Did you mean it yesterday?"
"Mean what?"
"That you still love me even though I sent you to hell? Can you forgive me?"
"Yes, I love you and there is nothing to forgive. I'm proud of you for doing the right thing." He smiled down at her. Even though two and a half years had passed, she looked exactly the same. Her blond hair and innocent blue eyes called out to him.
"I have to go home. Will you walk with me?"
Angel could hardly contain his relief. "I'd love to."
Buffy was nervous as she walked back to the house with Angel. Her parents had said they would support her decisions and the curse was no longer an issue. Her son needed to know his father and she had no doubts that Angel would be a wonderful father to Michael. She knew she was taking a huge risk. Quietly she prayed that it would be worth it.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside. Taking a deep breath and preparing herself, she invited Angel in. "Please, come in."
"Buffy, you didn't have to. I'd understand if you said this is too much for you right now."
"Mommy, mommy!"
Angel had planned on saying more, but was cut off by a small child who had run into the room and clung onto Buffy's legs. Utterly speechless, he watched her pick up the boy before giving him a hug and kiss.
"Mommy will you tell me a story?"
"In a little while. Where are grandma and grandpa?"
Buffy's words confirmed Angel's thoughts. The boy was Buffy's child. He watched, both fascinated and hurt. The boy, obviously advanced for his age, looked exactly like Buffy except for his dark hair and eyes. He could see the love and protectiveness radiating off her towards her son. Angel immediately knew that although he was slightly hurt by the reminder that he and Buffy could never have children, he would love his child. It didn't matter if it wasn't his son biologically. This child was from Buffy, was a part of her and her life, and given the opportunity, he would love the child with all his heart and soul.
Buffy watched the emotions pass across Angel's face. She saw the hurt and confusion, but she also saw the complete acceptance. She knew he would accept Michael no matter what she told him. At that moment, she decided to tell Angel the truth. She carried Michael into the family room and motioned for Angel to follow.
"Hi Mom, Dad. Was Michael good for you?"
"An angel, as always. Oh, speaking of angels, hello Angel. Buffy told us you were back." Mrs. Summers was unsure of her daughter's decision, but had agreed to support her. Joyce kept a smile on her face and a pleasant demeanor until he gave her an excuse to act differently.
"Hello Mrs. Summers, Mr. Summers. I'm sorry for my behavior last time we met. I wasn't myself." Angel was nervous and suddenly glad he was a vampire. Otherwise he would be sweating profusely right now.
"No apologies are necessary. Buffy has explained the entire situation regarding your soul. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Hank Summers." Hank knew how crucial this moment would be. He needed Buffy to feel supported and yet let Angel know he would do anything to protect his daughter.
"It's a pleasure Mr. Summers." Angel couldn't believe how civil her parents were being.
Buffy interrupted the conversation to finish the introduction. She crossed her fingers and said a prayer before introducing Michael. "Angel, this is Michael, my son. Michael, this is Angel. He's a very good friend of mine."
"Hello Michael. Can you tell me how old you are?" Angel shook the boy's hand.
"I'll be 2 next week."
"Michael, why don't we play and let your Mommy and Angel talk." Joyce and Hank took Michael over to the group of toys that scattered the family room floor and left Buffy to tell Angel what she would.
"He's adorable and advanced for 2. He's a mini version of you."
"You think? I always thought he looked exactly like his father. He is extremely bright though and stronger than a normal child his age. He's very special and probably the only reason I've survived this long."
Angel marveled as he observed the child playing with his grandparents. "He's amazing. You've done a wonderful job so far. I don't know how you did it all and still managed to get an education. You are incredible. How did you do it all?"
"I've had a lot of help. Mom stopped working full-time. She watches Michael while I go to school. My parents have been great."
"What about his father? Where is he?"
"His father didn't know I was pregnant. Then I thought he was dead. I just found him. I haven't had the nerve to tell him yet."
"You said he was two?"
"Yes, born October 31st. Kind of fitting, huh."
"But that would mean."
"His full name is Michael Alan O'Connor."
"Oh my god, that's my son! That should be impossible. Vampires aren't supposed to be able to have children. How?"
"I don't know, but Angel, I've never been with anyone else. You were the only one I was with. I swear!"
Angel smiled at Buffy's distress and vow. She had remained faithful to him although he had no right to ask her to. "I know. I believe you. It's just hard to believe that I have a son. I'm a father."
Buffy couldn't help but be amused by Angel's reaction. If his soul wasn't secure, she might be speaking to Angelus now. "Yes. The moment he was born I could tell he was yours. He looked exactly like you. It's funny. He even has some of your behaviors and mannerisms."
"What did you tell him about his father? About me?"
"I thought I'd never see you again. I told him that his father was a wonderful man who loved him very much, but you couldn't be with us. It was impossible. I haven't told him anything else. I figured I would wait until he was older and started asking questions about you. He doesn't know anything about slayers or vampires either."
"Oh."
"Angel, I know this is a shock, but I don't plan on telling him any different. At least not until you've decided what you want. I don't want to disappoint him or see him hurt if he finds out his father doesn't want anything to do with him. I won't let him go through what I went through." Buffy waited with anticipation for Angel's reaction.
He stared at her in disbelief. "Buffy, I will go along with what ever you say. That's not a problem, but why do you think I wouldn't want to be a part of his life?" Angel tried to hide the hurt he was feeling. This was their son. Of course he would want to be part of his life in some fashion. Besides, his own father had been a lousy parent. He had no intentions of following in his father's footsteps.
"I just don't want him hurt. He's my life, Angel. So many times after I left, I wanted to quit, but I couldn't. I had to take care of him and myself. I want you to know him, but I need you to understand a few things."
"Okay, I'll agree to whatever you want Buffy. If you don't want to tell him I'm his father or a vampire, that's fine. I just would like a chance to know him. Maybe the three of us could do something together if you like." Angel still didn't understand what Buffy was hinting at. "I'll do whatever you want to keep you both in my life. Just tell me."
"Do you realize that I'm not going back to Sunnydale ever and it would be best if the others don't know where I am for now. I can't risk putting Michael in danger." She knew it sounded harsh, maybe even cruel, but she needed Angel to understand that she had no intentions of returning to the hellmouth. One, it would be dangerous. Going back would announce to the demon community that she and her son were available targets. Two, in all honesty, she wasn't emotionally prepared to deal with her old friends and have to explain her reasons for leaving and Michael. She could picture their disapproving faces and the look of disappointment from them. "Besides, this is the only home Michael knows. He has friends here. I have friends here. I'm doing well in school. I'm no longer the slayer. I'm happy here. I don't want to and can't go back to my old life."
"Buffy is there someone in your life? Do you not want to see me? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Now Angel was confused. Why would Buffy bring him here, tell him about their son and pretend to be willing to give him a second chance if she didn't want him in her life?
"No, there is no one else. I don't know what I'm trying to say. If you're willing, I definitely want you to be a part of our lives. I guess I just need you to understand that I have no intentions of going to Sunnydale. I don't want things to be like they were before. I've almost been happy recently. I don't want to see Michael or myself hurt." Buffy was frustrated. She didn't understand how to explain her fears to Angel. So much had happened since she last saw him. She wasn't the same girl any longer. What if he saw the changes in her and didn't want her. She knew one thing, she wasn't ready to have her heart broken again.
Angel took hold of one of her hands. Then he lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. "I know you're scared. I don't want things to go back to the way they were either. Too much has happened. We've both changed. We can take things as slow as you want. Maybe take a while and get to know each other again. Then when you're ready, maybe you'll let me take you out. In the mean time, all I want is a chance to get to know you and Michael. Okay?" He hoped to ease her fears. She had never been afraid of him before or with him around. He always found it amusing that the slayer felt safe in a vampire's arms. Only time would allow that trust to return and time was one thing he had plenty of so long as Buffy agreed.
Buffy wanted him in their lives desperately and from the look in Angel's the feeling was mutual. She began to feel at ease again. "What about everyone in Sunnydale? What will you tell them?"
Angel thought for a second before answering. "Well, if it's okay with you, I'd like to stay in LA for a while. I'll go back to Sunnydale and give Giles his books before grabbing a few more things. I could find a place here in LA. I'll tell Giles that I found a new lead on you. He'll get some hope back and hopefully, one day, if you're ever ready, you can let him know you're okay. He's used to me disappearing weeks at a time trying to follow a lead. As long as I call once a week, everything will be good. Is that okay with you? Do you mind if I get a place in LA?" Angel hoped she said yet. He had thought through numerous situations earlier that day while anticipating her arrival. He prayed she wouldn't feel threatened by the sudden move, but he needed to see her and weekends only wouldn't be enough.
"That would be nice. Thank you." Buffy was relieved that Angel would keep her whereabouts quiet. She knew it wouldn't last forever. Eventually, she needed to call Giles and explain about no longer being a slayer. At the very least, she owed him that. She pushed the thoughts from her mind and tried to comprehend that Angel was back in her life. "How about a cup of tea?"
Angel smiled brightly back at Buffy. For the first time since his return, he was hopeful that things would work. "That would be great, but why don't you let me make it. Just tell me where to find everything. I imagine trying to be a mother and student can be tiring."
Buffy smiled back. "That would be wonderful. Michael can be a handful. Don't get me wrong. He's very well-behaved and my parents have always helped, but he has more energy that I can muster, slayer stamina and all."
"My mother used to tell me how energetic and active I was as a child. I remember how tired she seemed just caring for Kathy and she said I was worse." The smile didn't disappear as he remembered his family. "How did you know my last name?"
It was the only time Buffy had ever seen him look happy while remembering and speaking of his family. Usually he was somber and guilt ridden as he relived the memories of his human life. "Sounds like something else he inherited from you. If I'm not careful, he can get into a lot of mischief." The smile faded from his face momentarily. "Before I left, I went back to your apartment one last time. I found some of your journals. I guess Angelus never moved some of your things to the mansion. After everything, they made me feel close to you. I also thought that it would be nice for Michael to know his father one day. When he was older, I was going to try and tell him the truth, then give him the journals. I guess I was hoping they would allow him to feel closer to you too. I'm sorry. I have them upstairs. I can bring them down if you want."
Angel thought he would be embarrassed knowing Buffy read his journals. Actually, he was relieved. She knew everything he had done in his life and how he felt about most of it. If anything, he was more secure about her feelings for him. Knowing his worst and best sides, she still cared for him greatly. "No, that's fine. I don't mind. I would like Michael to have them eventually. I've been keeping new ones. I thought Angelus had destroyed them. Well, how about that cup of tea? Where do you keep the bags?"
"I have a better idea." Joyce walked in carrying a sleeping child. "I think someone needs to be put to bed. Why don't you take him up and I'll make the tea." Joyce handed the small boy to his father, not allowing Angel to comment before walking away to start the tea.
Buffy giggled. Angel's mouth hung open. Her mother had surprised them both with her actions, but Buffy was quicker to recover. Her eyes began to water as she watched Angel hold their son. "Come on. I'll show you to his room."
Buffy watched from the side as Angel changed their son and put him to bed. She couldn't remember seeing a more beautiful sight. The two men she loved with all her heart were in front of her in a scene that she never dared hope to experience. After Michael was in bed, she placed a kiss on his forehead, turned out the light and taking Angel's hand, led him out of the room.
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