"….You should rest."

Angel led her over to his bed, his arm around her shoulders to guide her as if she were too delusional to remember where the bed was before. She laid down, her eyes wide and glassy, emotionless. Her eyes slowly closed as she rested her head down on the pillow.

It'd be an hour since their little breakdown. Since then, they sat at the kitchen table together with Angel downing another bag of blood while Judy pushed eggs around her plate, trying to look like she'd been eating them. She forgot that he could smell whether or not she did.

Angel sudden felt a ripple of paternal affection as he took off her boots and pulled an afghan over her form. She didn't realize his presence or didn't choose to acknowledge him as he reached down and brushed her bangs off her forehead.

"Ummm….sleep tight, Jude."

He turned off the light and flopped down on the couch to sleep the day away.

XOX

Judy woke up to silence. She was still unaccustomed to a soft, warm bed. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and yawned, running her fingers through her hair.

'Man, I need a haircut. I wonder if Angel's awake.'

She then froze, realizing a fatal mistake. She had called him Angel, not Angelus. It was time for her to get out of there before he started to make room for her or paid taxes for her or something. She couldn't deal with that and having a contract with Wolfram &Hart. Things were too complicated now that Angel knew she was alive.

Judy tossed back the coverlet and hopped down from the bed. A floor board squeaked under her socked foot. She paused, listening for any disturbance it may have caused. Silence answered back so she pulled on her boots and quickly crept across the floor as quickly as possible.

She passed by the living room. Angel was sprawled out on the couch, a blanket across his legs as he slept, not even his chest moving in his slumber. He wore a wife beater and trousers as pajamas. She smirked at how he made even milk look like it had a tan with his blue-tinted skin.

Quickly, she dipped her hand into his pocket and withdrew a set of keys. He didn't move a single hair as she tiptoed across the concrete floor to the stairs.

Before she could even set a boot on the bottom step, she heard him chuckle deeply.

"Jude, you are terrible at sneaking out. No wonder you never got away from Darla and me." His voice was laughing at her as she turned to see him sit up on the couch. "Where you off to so quickly?" He yawned, rubbing his face with the heels of his palms.

She decided to play it cool and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I've got some things to get done and I figured I'd get out of your hair. I suppose I'll go find someone else to do help me with what I –"

"Why?" He asked softly.

She raised an eyebrow. "Why what? I thought we've been over this. I don't want to –"

"No, why do you think I don't want you around?" He asked, standing up and stretching his arms, making his back cartilage pop. She cringed at the noise but ultimately decided to stop beating around the bush.

"Look, Angelus, I don't know what you expected bringing me back here. To play house together or something? I guess it's good that you know I'm alive and all that but what else did you want? Thanks for not killing me and letting me sleep in your bed."

She walked to the door, unlocked it, and tossed the keys back to him and left. Angel sat back down on the couch, put his head in his hands and wept.

XOX

Angel sat up to the bar. The bartender slammed down a shot glass on the counter top.

"O positive?"

"Sounds good to me."

He sipped his drink slowly, listening to some two-headed demon positively butcher what sounded like what used to be an Elvis song. Lorne in all his green-skinned, Hawaiian shirt glory hopped up on stage after them.

"That was interesting choice of a song. Up next we have a second timer, a good kid. She's a doll face, really. She'll have you in her Jar of Hearts in no time."

Angel turned as the first chord played. He almost fell off his seat as he saw the girl with his identical black hair and brown eyes sitting on a barstool on stage. Her hair was braided back and she had on a navy blue sweater and black trousers, making her look positively ghostly pale.

"I know I can't take one more step towards you

Cause all that's waiting is regret

And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?

You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live, half-alive

And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was a good singer, that was obvious but the pain in her voice made the song 100% more believable. He leaned back against the bar, listening for more.

"I hear you're asking all around

If I am anywhere to be found

I have grown too strong

To ever fall back in your arms

I've learned to live, half-alive

Now you want me one more time."

"Sound familiar?" A voice asked from the barstool next to him.

He looked over to see Lorne was leaning against the bar beside him, drinking as always. The demon was never seen without some sort of glass in his hand. He shook his head sadly.

"She's been dealt a hard hand of cards, Angel."

"I know. I just wish she didn't have to feel so awful all the time."

Lorne chuckled and sipped his drink. "I know this is surprising to you, but it's you she's thinking of when she's singing. You're the one with the Jar of hearts."

Who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?

Dear, it took so long

Just to feel alright

Remember how to put back

The light in my eyes

Angel looked to Lorne, alarmed. She was like a daughter – Hell, she was his daughter. He practically raised her, even if she was mentally scarred from it.

"I don't think of her that way. There must be some mistake." He informed him, his voice stiff and embarrassed. Judy stood up, taking the mic with her as she belted out.

'Cause you broke all your promises

And now you're back you don't get to get me back

"I understand that. She doesn't either. There isn't many songs about girls with daddy issues though so I think it's an excellent fit for her. She certainly means every word of it. That's new thing in here. Most just come through, sing a few bars and ask me to read their futures. Not many actually mean what they're up there singing." He then looked to Angel and gave him a knowing look. "Sound like someone you know?"

"Who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?"

Judy looked up, and saw Angel sitting at the bar with Lorne. They locked eyes as she faintly sang out the last line:

"Who do you think you are?"

She then turned and walked off backstage, leaving an awkward pause followed by a thunderous applause in her wake.