Buffy Summers, resident vampire slayer, or more so, Head Slayer, was camped out with 1/5 of her Scooby gang in Scotland, after the cave in of Sunnydale, and it's personal Hellmouth. She was training the new slayers, with help from Xander and Willow, fellow scoobies, and best friends since day one at Sunnydale High School.

Buffy normally lived her life without serious commitment to a relationship, because of her job as the slayer. She cast away her love Angel, years before, and he moved to L.A to pursue his redemption. Buffy knew it was the right thing to do, and it would be safer for everyone.

While in Scotland, training the girls, Buffy was reminded everyday that she wasn't the only slayer anymore. There were girls all over the world being trained to do what she had been doing since she was 16. And all the reasons she had for avoiding a love life came to a crashing halt.

Vampires were no longer a singular threat. She had been introduced to so much bad, that being in love with a vampire seemed so low on the list of unfortunate mishaps in her life.

It felt like so long since she had seen Angel, and the itch to go check on him, to see if he was okay, was driving her crazy. She could barely focus on what the girls were saying to her during training. It was all a blur to her, and slurs of sound that meant nothing to her ears.

Xander and Willow watched Buffy's minor breakdown from afar. They had seen it before, and semi knew how to deal. They normally just kept their distance and let her deal on her own. This time it seemed worse than usual, and her phase outs seemed to be getting longer and longer, stretching through meals, and training.

After about 2 weeks of moping around, they approached her. They didn't even think she knew they were there, but they stated their case, whether she was listening or not.

"Buffs, Buffster, Buffling…" Xander said, sitting her down.

Willow patted Buffy's hair down in a motherly way, as they both sat beside Xander.

"Yeah, guys?" Buffy seemed oblivious to their concern.

"Uh, Buffy, we noticed you've been a bit, a, distant, lately." Willow chose her words slowly, and carefully.

Buffy nodded slightly, but her face crunched up anyways.

"We just wanted to know, " Xander cut in, "As concerned friends, if you're alright? If you need a break, or vacation, I'm sure the girls would understand."

Buffy didn't respond right away, and Xander figured she was slipping away into slightly comatose again.

Willow perked up, "Is it Angel?"

Buffy seemed suddenly awakened. "Angel? Where?" She said abruptly, looking around, as if just realizing where she was.

"Aha." Xander said, slipping back into the chair. He'd let Willow handle this. He never much cared for Angel, and wouldn't be suggesting a warm, cozy, reunion between Buffy and the "Dark Avenger" any day. Bad things happened when they got warm, and cozy. Xander was just more adamant about it than anyone else.

Willow rolled her eyes at Xander.

"Go see him Buffy. It's been a long time. Now that Spike has been gone…You've been alone, so to speak. You need to get out and around. Check on him?" Willow suggested.

"Yeah." Buffy whispered.

"Yeah?" Willow encouraged. Buffy could be agreeing to any number of things, but it was a start.

Buffy sat still a moment longer. Xander and Willow watched her intently.

"I'm going to see Angel." Buffy declared, as her friends let out their held breath.

Xander smiled, in a strained way. He knew there would be no talking her out of this.

Willow smiled, genuinely. "You'll say hi for us, won't you?"

Buffy nodded and walked out to her room, to pack.

Willow looked over to Xander, in an accomplished way, as he slumped a little over the couch. He knew he was right to leave it alone. He only wanted to see Buffy happy.

"We did the right thing." Willow stated, more to convince Xander thank anthing.

"And as long as it stays a good thing, I won't have to regret it. If she comes back with a horror story, or missing a limb, I will kill him."

"I know."

Buffy didn't speak to many people, so no one really knew what she was doing, or where she was going. Xander drove her to the airport in the morning, and Willow stayed behind to watch over the girls until Xander came back. She thought it would do him some good to see Buffy alone before she left, but he didn't speak during the car ride. She seemed solely concerned with getting to Angel. She needed to see him. Now she was ready.

She spoke to no one on the plane.

She headed straight to his old headquarters, the Hyperion Hotel. She didn't know that himself and his scoobies had been working at Wolfram & Hart instead, and that now there were no scoobies.

She stood outside the building, assuming Angel would be inside because it was sunny outside. She prepared herself mentally for the meeting.

She swung open the door, and saw a boy, shorter than Angel would have been. His hair covered his face, as he leaned over the reception desk, writing something down. Another thing that threw her off, he had a sandwich beside him. This definitely wasn't Angel, because he didn't need to eat, but this boy didn't look like one of Angel's familiar scooby gang.

He looked up at the sound of the doors closing behind Buffy.

He scrunched up his eyes, trying to identify her. He stood up straight and faced her.

"Um, hi, can I help you?"

"Oh, I'm looking for someone who works here." Buffy answered.

"No one works here. Well, I do, technically. If you're looking for Angel Investigations, they moved over to Wolfram & Hart."

"The law firm? Well, I'll go look there then-"

"No, no, they aren't there anymore." He interrupted.

"Well, where are they?" Buffy said, growing impatient.

"Everywhere. Sometimes they pop in here to check on me, but mainly they are out, helping the helpless. That old game."

Buffy sighed.

"And who are you?"

"I'm Conner. And you?"

"Buffy. The vampire slayer."

"Buffy…wow. I've heard a lot about you from my dad."

Buffy seemed confused.

"You're dad?"

"Yeah, Angel."

Then Buffy fainted.