Building a New Life

by Kuma

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I never will. Wait, maybe if I become rich. Nevermind, I never will. The characters belong to Joss, Fox, etc. I own no one.

Author's note: Doyle is still alive. Why? Because he's so lovable. Just pretend, pretend *really* hard, that everything that happened with Wesly was really Doyle. Hard, I know, because while Wesly was helpful, he was still a bit wussy. Okay, so all the parts that Wesly was being wussy, just pretend that Doyle did it heroicly. *Grin*




"Is this real?" Buffy asked in a whisper. She was in a soft, warm bed.

Angel gently touched her hand. "As real as it can be," he replied in his deep voice.

She rolled over on her side and saw Angel laying beside her. "I thought I'd wake up and this would all be a dream."

He moved his face closer to hers so that they were touching. "If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up." He lowered his head softly and kissed her lips. Her lips were soft and smooth, as if God had created them out of rose petals. At first the kiss started out slow, but soon it became filled with passion.

"Angel," Buffy sighed out. It felt so good to kiss him.

Angel kissed down her neck. His tongue followed the path of his lips. He slowly moved further down to the valley between her breasts.

Her breathing was faster now. "Angel," she sighed once more. She looked down at him. When he looked back up at her, she saw a demon.

* * *

The Slayer sat up quickly. She gasped for breath. It felt so real, like it had happened before. And the demon....an Amarah demon.

She looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost five. She had been asleep all afternoon. She was so exhausted from all of the events that happened in the past couple of days. Buffy decided she would take a shower and then get ready to go to the clinic. Dusk would be falling soon.

* * *

"So, Buffy, what brings you to LA? Demons, apocalypse, end of the world type genre?" Cordelia said. She wore tight black pants and a tank top. She stood by Angel's desk.

Buffy smiled. "It's nice to see you, too, Cordelia...Doyle," she said sweetly. Doyle acknowledged her with a nod. "None of that. I'm just here on personal business."

"Oh, personal business," the brunette replied. She nodded like she understood.

"Buffy and I have things to take care of," Angel said.

Buffy walked over to Angel by the door. She mouthed a thank you to him.

"So, Buffy, when your 'personal business' is done, wanna get coffee or something?" Cordelia asked.

The Slayer turned to face her. "Sure, that'd be great." She gave her a smile.

* * *

Buffy came out of the room. Angel stood up from the chair that he was sitting on. "The doctor says we have to wait an hour before the test finalizes."

"Do you want to go get something to eat?" Angel offered. He knew she hadn't eaten all day and maybe if he got her out of this place, it'd make the time go by faster for her.

She nodded. "I'm starved."

They left and went to a chinese restaurant.

Angel pulled out Buffy's chair for her. He then proceeded to seat across from her.

"What would you like?" Angel asked her as he peered over his own menu.

"Umm..." she paused. "How about fried noodles, an egg roll, and a pepsi." She folded her menu and set it down on the side of the table. "I know this would be a little awkward and all, since you don't eat, but could you eat? I'd feel strange eating in front of you, let alone everyone in here."

The vampire chuckled. "I wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Buffy smiled. "Thanks."

The waitress approached them and asked them for their order. To Buffy's surprise, Angel ordered in Chinese.

She stared at him with wide eyes. "I never knew you spoke Chinese."

"I speak a lot of languages. When you've lived two hundred plus years, you tend to have a lot of time on your hands."

Buffy smiled. She found out new things about him every time they met. "So, how have you been doing?"

"I've been good. We saved some kids, people, and tried to help a man get out of a dangerous position." Angel shrugged. "Nothing really new, what about you?"

The Slayer sat back in her chair. "We fought Adam. Adam was a creation of Professor Walsh. He wanted to destroy living things, like all demons do. Giles, Willow, and Xander did a spell which made me stronger to defeat him."

"Professor Walsh. She taught?"

"Let me fill you in on the scenario. Professor Walsh was really a top class professor in the secret organization under our school. It was called the Initiative. They have soldiers, kinda like military. Riley was a part of it, that's why those guys attacked you. They thought that you were just some vampire. They hunt down demons and evil and put chips in their heads to make them fluffy bunnies.

"Spike has a chip in his head. He can't hurt anyone. He can't even act like he's going to hurt anyone. It's kinda funny actually. He can hurt demons though. We don't think any others with chips in their head have escaped.

"Back to the Initiative. Professor Walsh created Adam. She caught demons and made him out of them. Arms of one demon, face of another. You get the drift. So, he was part demon, part human. And unbelievably strong.

"So, I went to fight Adam while they performed the spell. Like I said, it made me more powerful than before. It made me have powers. It let me defeat Adam."

Angel was in awe. "Sounds like you had it rough."

Buffy shook her head. "Afterwards we all tried relaxing. We watched some movies and when we fell asleep, the first Slayer tried killing us in our dreams. Kinda creepy if you ask me."

The waitress came with their food. It amazed Angel how much such a tiny girl like Buffy could eat so much.

After they had finished, Angel paid for their food and they drove back to the clinic.

Buffy and Angel took a seat. Angel could see that she was a little nervous. He grabbed her hand with his and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She smiled at him.

"Ms. Summers the doctor will see you now," the secretary said nicely.

They got up and Buffy lead the way past the secretary back to the doctor's office. When they entered they saw the doctor sitting at his desk. They sat down in the seats in front of his desk.

"Buffy you aren't pregnant," the doctor said. She could see the joy in Buffy's eyes.

"But I was late two months. And the test?"

"Skipping menstrual periods can be caused by stress. While the tests are only ninety-nine percent accurate. It could of misread or been effected by any medicines."

Buffy smiled. "So you're positive I'm not pregnant?" she asked just to make sure.

"One hundred percent positive."

* * *

Angel could see the happiness on Buffy's face as he drove back to his apartment. She was glowing with joy.

"I'm so relieved. It's like all the pressure has been lifted off of my shoulders. Now I don't have to worry about telling my mom, Riley, or anyone else." Buffy said happily. "And I know you won't say it, but I know you're relieved, too."

Angel smiled. She was right. He wouldn't say it. "So, now what are you going to do? Are you going to go back to Sunnydale now that your worrying's over?" he asked.

She looked at him. A shy smile crossed her face. "I was hoping maybe I could still stay with you."

"Of course."

Buffy eyes grew wide. "Angel! Look out!" She said loudly.

He heard Buffy shout the warning, but it was too late. He tried stooping the car, hoping that it would stop in time before the other car hit. The next thing the vampire heard was the crunch of the metal of the two cars bending and breaking as the other car hit his car on Buffy's side.