Lina: okay, ur prolly wondering where in the heck is she with this fic? Is she going to continue it? Well, here I am, writing it, so I shall! Don't fear!

Booth: u can't just go chasing guys in the dark!

Buffy: you did it!

Lina: lol I love him in bones. He makes so many angel references it's great. I'm actually excited for sept 11th cuz the 2nd season comes out! I know, I shouldn't be excited ever for that date, but it's true. I'm sorry. Lots of good stuff comes out. Hopefully I'll have a job by then. Which is also why I haven't updated. Hopefully I'll be at barnes and noble soon! Woohoo! Okay, without further adieu, chapter 3!

Angel: What Should Have Been Season 6 Chapter 3

Angel took a deep breath, he liked doing that now, since he actually could breathe. After he let it out, he began to explain what happened after Wesley died.

"I met up with Spike and Illyria, and Gunn, who was badly beaten, but he wanted to fight anyways, so I didn't stop him. We managed to get pretty far on our own, we killed most of the demons. Then the dragon landed in front of us," he started.

"A dragon, really?" Wesley asked, surprised.

"Yes, a dragon. Gunn was all fired up to fight it, of course. Then... Buffy showed up. She said she heard about this from a source and decided to help. So we managed to kill the dragon after sustaining third degree burns from its fire. Buffy was the worst out of all of us. She just walked it off though, like she normally did. She is something else," Angel stated.

"Is that who was on the phone earlier?" Wes asked. Angel nodded.

"I just wanted to check up on her, and she said she wanted to know how everyone was. I told her you had died, sorry. You'll have to freak her out later," Angel said, smiling. Wesley noticed as the newly turned human talked, that he showed emotions on his face that he previously did not show. He had been turned human before, but did not express this many emotions at once.

"I can see that you're tired, and I've just been resurrected, so I think we both should get some rest," Wesley suggested. Angel nodded.

"Not a bad idea. I do have to let everyone that survived The Apocalypse that they have their jobs back," he said. Wesley nodded and he and Illyria left the office. The two went back to the lab, where Illyria explained what happened after the dragon fight.

"I got my powers back, but only for a few minutes. I was able to destroy the rest of the demons, and cover up the hole from where they were crawling out of. They were nothing compared to my powers. Demons, creatures that squirmed for their lives," she explained, almost getting too fired up. Wesley was surprised at how much she was talking. She had warmed up to him, as much as she could anyways. "What is the matter, human?" She asked. He sighed.

"I just wish... Fred was here," he said, sadly. He adjusted his glasses a bit. Then, with the blink of an eye, Illyria changed. Her hair slowly grew to brown, and the blueness of her face changed back to pink.

"I'm here," she said, using Fred's voice. Wesley blinked, not asking questions. He had forgotten how painful this felt, to have her change so suddenly in front of him. It felt different this time, almost as if he was relieved. Maybe it was because he had been dead for over a day. Or maybe it was because he still denied that she was really gone. "Fred" came up to him and put a hand on his cheek. He pressed it up against it, letting her rub it back and forth.

Meanwhile Angel went into his bedroom, which was not as trashed as his office was, and lay down on the bed. Dust flew everywhere and he started coughing.

"Stupid lungs," he muttered as he coughed a couple more times. He had to get used to sleeping at night now, although he could not remember ever getting a good night's rest. The most sleep he had ever gotten was when he was with Buffy that day. He had not told her he had become human again. She did not believe him the first time when he told her. He would wait awhile and see what happened. That night he dreamt, it was a nightmare.

"I'm sorry, Angel. I can't... be around you anymore. I can't even talk to you without getting upset. After what... what happened I don't want to ever see you again," it was Buffy's voice. He could hear her, but not see her. He was in a dark room, there was no light anywhere. He could usually see in the dark, or he used to be able to, but it was different now. He had to let his eyes adjust.

"Buffy? Where are you?" He asked.

"I'm here. But I can't be anymore. I have to go," she said. He still could not find her. He started to stumble around in the dark, waving his arms around.

"Wait! Don't leave, please stay with me!" He cried. He could feel his words choking in his throat. He could not breathe. Angel grabbed his throat, hoping to squeeze out some air. Finally, everything went dark.

Angel jerked up, sweating. He breathed heavily, looking around him crazily.

"What the hell just happened?" He asked out loud. "Buffy?" He asked. He quickly grabbed the phone off his nightstand and started dialing. Then he realized that it was two in the morning and she would be in bed. He slammed the phone down. "I'll just have to go there," he thought, getting up. He got changed and packed a small bag of clothes. He left the office, and then the building.

Lina: Hehe, it turned out better than I expected. Hope everyone liked it. I shall have the next one up sooner than this one. I just had a severe case of writer's block with it. So be patient!

Buffy: what will happen to Angel?

Lina: u'll have to find out! Read and review please! Ja ne!