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Everyone was gone. It was only Angel and the sleeping Buffy left in the empty hotel.

Angel had been sitting at her bedside, just watching her sleep. She looked peaceful. She looked calm. She seemed so content. She was just about the most beautiful thing Angel had ever seen.

He got up and grabbed a notebook and pencil from one of the cabinet drawers. He sat back down and began to draw her. It didn't take very long to finish the picture, which was a good thing, since Angel had just heard a knock at the door.

He put the picture on the chair where he was sitting, and left the room to answer the door.

It was Conner.

"Come in," he told his son.

"So everything turned out. Most of L.A. still stands. You're still alive. Buffy's still alive. It's good," Conner mumbled.

"Are you trying to say that you're glad to see me?" Angel asked, with a grin.

"Yeah, I guess so," Conner laughed. "Hey, is it true that you and Buffy killed a dragon?" he asked suddenly.

Angel just laughed. "Yeah we did."

"How'd you do it?' Conner asked.

"Like this," Angel said, grabbing Conner in a headlock.

"Yeah right," he laughed. "Come on."

"We chopped off its head," Angel answered.

"Cool," Conner exclaimed, as he reversed Angel's hold on him, twisting his arm behind his back.

"This is how you want to play it," Angel chuckled, amused. "You're not gonna beat me, kid. You're strong, but I'll win."

Angel and Conner fought away, not holding back, but not intentionally causing pain either.

They were pounding away at each other, literally throwing each other across the room.

Buffy's eyes suddenly opened. "What the hell is that noise?" she wondered.

It was a fight, clearly.

"Can't a girl just sleep for awhile? Is that too much to ask?" she mumbled as she got up, and grabbed a sword.

She threw the door open. "You know, I died not that long ago. I'm a little tired. Just wanted a little shut-eye. You couldn't hold off on your evil doing for another freakin' hour? Have a little consideration for the Slayer here. I guess I'll just have to kick your asses now," she snapped.

She ran across the room, and grabbed the smaller one by the neck, shoving him into the wall.

"Sorry we woke you up," Conner said, half way between choking and laughter.

"Conner. Oh my God. I'm sorry," Buffy said, immediately letting him go.

She turned around and saw Angel. He couldn't help but laugh.

She walked toward Angel and smacked him in the face.

"Sorry," Angel muttered.

"Uh huh," Buffy snorted.

Conner burst into laughter.

"Guess I don't need this," Buffy said, throwing the sword to the floor. She walked over to the sofa and plopped herself down. "By all means, boys, continue. Don't let little old me get in the way. Continue with the ass-kicking."

"Nah, I think the time has come and passed," Conner said. "I'd better get back home."

"You better not be leaving because of me. Because I can totally get out of here for awhile, if that's what you want," Buffy said, feeling guilty.

"I swear it's not you, Buffy. I really should get back. I just came by to see with my own eyes that you guys were alright."

Buffy nodded. "Thanks, by the way."

"For what?" Conner asked.

"For watching out for my sister. I owe you."

"You don't owe me anything. It was just nice to be able to help you out."

"You're a good kid," Buffy said, kissing him on the cheek. "I'll be seeing you, Conner. I'll let you two say goodbye," she said, as she left the room once more, going back into the bedroom.

She climbed back into the bed, she still felt so tired.

She noticed a piece of paper on the chair next to the bed and picked it up. It was a picture of her.

She knew Angel was the one who drew it. He had been watching her sleep.

Buffy ran the events of the last 12 hours through her mind, not wanting to forget anything. She had died. Again. It was weird, this was the third time.

She remembered what had happened. The first time she had died, her life flashed before her eyes so quickly, but so completely also. The first time was different from the second and third, however. The second time she died she saw everything in her life in the swiftest of memories, but also something that never happened. It must have been fantasy.

This last time she had perished, once again her whole life flashed before her eyes, and she saw the same thing that never happened, once more. Could she have had the same fantasy twice? Was that not extremely weird? And why was she seeing people that she had never seen before in her life in her fantasy as she was dying? It didn't make any sense.

"The saying goes. 'As you're about to die, you see your life flash before you eyes.' It doesn't say anything about fantasy or wishes."

Buffy closed her eyes hard, concentrating; trying to remember the conversation she had the two other-wordly beings while she was dead.

She knew she had seen them before. She saw them when she died. Yet they insisted that she saw no fantasy.

The past two times Buffy died she saw herself and Angel at his old Angel Investigations building. Now, this was not the weird part, because Buffy WAS there. What was weird was what came after that. In actuality, Buffy left Angel that day before anything major could really be said or done. In her vision, she was there longer than that. Angel was human and a lot more than talk happened between them.

It was after this that Buffy had saw the unknown man and woman. Buffy was sitting on Angel's bed, he had gone out to do something, and the duo stared down at her. They were pointing towards her stomach. It was weird. She had heard the woman say. "It will be there, soon."

"This will not happen," the male answered. "Why is that?" the woman questioned.

"He will take it all back," the male replied.

"I'm not crazy. I know I saw them," Buffy told herself.

"Saw who?" Angel asked, coming into the room, closing the door behind him.

"It doesn't matter. It was just a dream," Buffy replied, changing the subject. "Still watching me sleep, I see," Buffy grinned, showing Angel the picture.

"Old habits," he answered. "You always look most peaceful when you're sleeping. Your life isn't always so peaceful, that's why when you sleep, the art needs to be captured."

Buffy smiled at him.

"Seriously, sorry for barging in there before, I really thought something bad was going on," Buffy apologized.

"Don't worry about it," he answered.

"I take it my gang left me?" Buffy said.

"They said not to worry, that they'd take care of everything. They said we needed to-"

"Talk," Buffy said, finishing the sentence for him.

"Yeah," he said.

"It's just you and me now, so let's talk."