Ok... Angel and l had to go see a therapist, or a "school counsellor" as Willow told me to phrase it (to save me embarrassment probably) because we constantly pulled pranks on one another. Right, okay then. Yet Cordelia comes in half way through fourth period, carrying five huge shopping bags in each hand, after having spent the whole morning shopping for baby clothes. Her "baby" was a freakin' robot! Did it seriously matter if it wore the most disgusting baby grows ever? It was made of effin' metal. And when I did suggest to Cordelia that she could come see Doctor Giles with us, she laughed and told me that she needed to do some more shopping after lunch! Seriously, a therapist needs to sort out that shopping addiction of hers …

After lunch, I slowly dragged my feet across the floor, trying to waste time as I made my way to Snyder's office for the second time that day. Angel mimicked my pace as he walked besides me; Angela curled up in one of his arms. He seemed to be taking more responsibility of the robot baby recently.

'Maybe it should be Faith and Spike going therapy,' I said out loud, looking up at Angel. 'I mean they're the ones throwing babies out of windows – not us!'

Angel laughed softly. 'Come on, Buff, it might be fun.'

I looked up at him like he was crazy.

'Ok, what drugs are you on and where can I buy some?' I questioned, shaking my head with a roll of my eyes. 'Therapy won't be fun, Angel.'

We halted in front of Snyder's office. Sighing loudly, I raised my curled fist and knocked heavily – maybe a little too heavily – on the door.

'No need to punch a hole through the door. Doc will probably prescribe you some pills for that anger problem,' murmured Angel, flashing me a huge grin when I looked up at him with an irritated look.

Before I could reply, the door was flung open. I turned to see a man, who was wearing a very ugly suit, with glasses stood in the door, smiling fondly at us.

'You must be Miss Summers and Mr O'Conner,' greeted Giles in a thick British accent. He took a step to the side to allow us in. 'Come in!'

I glanced towards the door before looking behind me. Angel must have sensed that I was going to run for it and wrapped his large hands around my wrist, dragging me into the room. He closed the door firmly behind him and walked me over to the two chairs opposite Snyder's desk, where Doctor Giles sat comfortably. There was a notebook sat before him, a pen resting in his hand as he studied us through his glasses.

'Oh, how rude of me! I am Doctor Giles, but you can just call me Giles,' said Giles.

'Can we call you Doc?' asked Angel.

I rolled my eyes. Real smooth, Angel, ask immature questions to prove you're sane.

Giles looked at me – as though he was asking me if he was being serious – before turning back to Angel, who was now rocking Angela with a huge grin, and nodded. Angel gave a small cheer. I smacked myself on the forehead.

'Now, this is a room of truth from now on. Any questions I ask, I will hope that you will answer in complete honesty. Let's start,' smiled Giles, looking between us.

I slumped in my chair, wishing that the ugly carpet would open up and suck me into hell. Angel straightened up in his chair, smiling like he was on happy pills.

'Do you know why you're here?' asked Giles.

'Yep. Because my Mom wouldn't get me out of it,' Angel said.

Giles nodded, scribbling something down on his notebook. I sneaked a glance at Angel and noticed he looked totally at ease. He looked at me and smiled, giving me a thumbs up, before turning his attention back to Giles, who seemed to be studying us with his beady eyes.

'Principle Snyder told me you are currently doing some baby/parenting scheme of work. How is it going?'

He looked at me, though, once again, it was Angel who answered.

'Buffy is usually out drug dealing and so forth, so I am the one who has to be the Mother in our assignment,' answered Angel, his voice dripping in sympathy.

I knew it wouldn't look good for my mental state if I reached out and strangled him. However, being locked up in a white padded room with a straightjacket seemed very welcoming compared to sitting another fifty minutes in here. Angel gave me a huge grin as Giles poured over his notebook once again.

'Arse hole,' I mouthed.

He blew me a kiss in return.

Time to have a little fun of my own …

'That is completely untrue! I am the one having to look after Angela all day! You see, Angel has an addiction … a very unhealthy addiction,' I frowned, shaking my head in disappointment.

Angel cocked his eyebrow at me; Giles studied me in interest; I smirked happily.

'What would this addiction be, Buffy?' said Giles, looking over his glasses.

'Angel is a sex addict,' I replied simply.

I shrugged my shoulders, trying to maintain a serious face as Angel yelped out in horror. Giles' eyes widened instantly and he began scribbling down on his notepad furiously, almost burning a hole through the paper.

'Once, his Mom had to sell her own bed on E-bay because she caught him having sex on it. And, another time, I saw him and this girl – called Darla might I add – having sex in a sandpit. In broad daylight! How gross is that, Mr Giles? I feel so scarred,' I sniffed, pretending to wipe a tear away.

I could see Angel staring at me in disbelief out of the corner of my eye.

'So …' said Giles, looking up from his notepad. 'You are a drug dealer, Buffy, and Angel is a sex addict. Anything else you would-'

'Buffy also is addicted to anything to do with Vampires!' cried out Angel suddenly.

Giles and I both turned to look at him with concerned expressions. I wouldn't be surprised if Doc booked him a white padded cell as soon as he left the room.

'She thinks vampires are real. She goes out every night, reeking of garlic, with a wooden stake in her hands, walking through cemeteries. Once, when I was bleeding, she screamed for me to get it covered before the 'care-bears with fangs' came to suck my blood!'

Giles snuck a glance at me, concern shining in his eyes, and wrote something down.

'Do you think Buffy is joking or being deadly serious when she mentions vampires?' questioned Giles, turning to Angel.

Angel smirked in my direction before answering.

'Totally serious. She says she is the Chosen One and her duty is to kill all the vampires. Doc, she's the "chosen one" to be a pain in my arse – nothing more,' said Angel.

Giles nodded slowly.

I could feel my cheeks burning. My fists were clenched together. And my teeth grinded together loudly.

'Doctor Giles, Angel is also very brooding and cryptic. He has attempted suicide many times,' I frowned with a thick layer of sadness and concern.

Giles turned to Angel with widened eyes. Angel flashed me an angry look, which I returned with a thumbs up and a big grin. I leant back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest, and smiled as I thought of the many ways this could unravel. I heard Angel curse me under his breath.

'Is this true, Angel? How do you feel at this moment in time?'

'Suicidal,' he growled.

'From one to ten – ten being the highest, how suicidal do you feel?'

'10.'

I was surprised Giles' eyes didn't pop out they were that wide. 'Are you taking any medication, Angel?' he asked slowly.

Angel shook his head rigidly.

'Is there anything bothering you at the moment?' questioned Giles.

Humour sparked across Angel's face. Though I doubted Giles recognized it, I just knew Angel too well.

'Life itself. I just can't find the will to go on,' Angel cried dramatically.

I tried my hardest not to burst out into a fit of laughter, though I couldn't help the loud snort as Angel's bottom lip quivered. Giles shot me a look and turned to me.

'Do you find Angel's depression amusing, Buffy?'

'Nope. His sex addiction is much funnier,' I said honestly.

The next ten minutes were spent discussing Angel's suicidal thoughts. He blamed me for most of his blackening depressions, in which Giles had ordered me to look after Angela for the next few nights to help Angel relax and spend some time on himself. However, I doubted Giles knew we were all going to The Bronze later and Angel wouldn't be "relaxing" anyway. Yet, I ended up finding his reasons for depression quite amusing.

Titanic makes him depressed apparently.

When there are no cheesy puffs in the fridge, he feels the urge to go and throw himself in front of a bus.

When he doesn't have sex for more than six hours, he can't find the will to go on.

And when Snyder gives him detentions, his heart breaks because he has a secret sexual fetish for the principle.

The best part was that Giles believed every single word that came out of the idiots' mouth. I wondered if this "therapist" – or whatever the hell he was supposed to be – had gotten his degree online.

Finally, the session was coming to an end and Giles had decided to put me under the spotlight for a few minutes.

'Could you answer a few questions for me, Buffy? As an ender to the session,' said Giles.

I nodded, forcing myself not to groan in frustration.

'What do you want more than anything else in the world?'

'Jerry Springer and cocaine.'

'Where in the world would you rather be at this moment?'

'Disney Land.'

'Do you worry about school work?'

'Yeah. I don't want to end up working in McDonalds because I would end up obese. I have a McDonalds addiction as well, Doc – might want to write that one down!'

'And, finally, do you think you answered every question honestly today?'

'No.'

'Which ones didn't you answer honestly, Buffy?' Giles asked in curiosity.

'The one before this question. I did answer them all in honesty before you asked me if I answered them all honestly,' I laughed.

Giles gave me a confused glance before rising out of his chair. He shook Angel's hand, then mine.

'It was nice meeting you both! I will get Principle Snyder to inform you when our next session is,' smiled Giles.

We nodded, thanked him unenthusiastically, and spun around, almost running towards the door. As soon as we got out of the door, and closed it, we both groaned loudly.

'Another session? Jeesh wasn't one enough?' muttered Angel, passing Angela to me.

'I know! Now I have to try and make up some other nutty addictions for you!' I moaned.

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