I'm SO sorry I didn't write this in SO long. Things are hectic as usual, but anyways, I'm a little disappointed I didn't get any reviews about my story's situation. So what I'm going to do is I'll finish it the way I have it and skip the continuation story s I can re-write it later. My next story is called "Life Is What You Make It" (I might change it though). The main summary will be up later, but essentially everything will be changing. For now, I'm finishing up this story, so I hope you enjoy and please review! BTW- I have no idea if this type of plane exists, but it's The Immortal's items essentially, so he will be rich enough to have it this way…

Chapter 11

Inside a special bed room on the plane, Buffy and Angel were sitting in chairs watching over the boy, Connor. Buffy was asleep on Angel's shoulder. Angel couldn't help but watch her. He had never felt this way about anyone, including Nina. "We are forty minutes away from landing, so everyone must prepare to take your seat and buckle up," announced the captain.

Angel lightly touched Buffy's shoulder. "Buffy, we're almost in Rome."

"Mmmmm," she moaned. Buffy looked up into her lover's face and smiled. "Hi."

Angel responded, "Hi, yourself." He smiled at her. "It's time to wake up."

She closed her eyes. "Just ten more minutes please. It was a good nap." She opened her eyes to give him a coy expression. "I had a very nice dream."

"Oh really," Angel chuckled. "Can you tell me what it was about?"

"I don't know." Angel gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Possibly," she teased. Angel gave her a sweet kiss. "Maybe," Buffy laughed. Then, Angel gave her a long romantic kiss. "Okay, you win!" Buffy adjusted her messy hair. "Well, it was me and you of course. We were at the beach enjoying the warm, salty water, the sand tickling our feet, and the hot sun beating down on our bare skin. We were sharing strawberries and whipped cream. Then, we started to kiss…"

There was a groan in the background. Angel looked over. "Connor? Connor, are you waking up?" Angel stood up and walked to his son.

Buffy murmured, "So much for story time." She lightly shook her head and rolled her eyes. Buffy smiled and got up out of her seat. She looked at Connor, Angel's son. The spawn of Darla, Buffy thought. Ouch, even I thought that sounded a little harsh for me.

"Dad?" Connor asked. "What's going on? Where are we?"

Angel said, "Everything is fine. You were saved and we are taking you to Buffy's home in Rome."

"Buffy?" Connor whispered with confusion. "And Rome? Rome, Italy?" His voice rose a couple of pitches.

Buffy walked over and replaced Angel. "Hi, I'm Buffy. Thank you for saving me by the way."

"You're Buffy? Dad told me a lot about you! You are very pretty, I just could never picture you."

Buffy was suspicious. "He did, huh?" She looked at Angel in the corner of her eye. "All good I hope."

"Well, yeah. He was telling me about his slayer friend and how you were together. By the way, a vampire and a slayer, that's so retro."

Buffy couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, enough about us. How are you? Do feel okay?"

"Actually, I feel great! How long have I been out for?"

"Um- I arrived in LA on Tuesday?" She looked over to Angel, unsure of what to say.

"That sounds about right. We were fighting about ten hours or so… Angel trailed off and gave up. "Okay, what is today?" Angel pulled out his cell phone. "It's Friday here and it's Thursday at home."

"I've been out for two days!!!!" Connor exclaimed.

Angel's voice softened, "Well, that was a pretty nasty fall you had, Connor. Yu must understand that."

Buffy leaned closer to Connor to look into his face more. "Relax Connor. I know it's shocking, but really, be thankful you weren't in tat battle. Imagine what your father would have been like if he lost you." Buffy smirked at Angel, but he was unfocused, his expression everywhere but the conversation. He looked a little different too. "Right Angel," Buffy pointed out.

"Y-yeah, I would have been a wreck."

"Alright, but what happened to the girl, uh- what's her name?" Connor asked.

"What?" Buffy shook her head, but then the light bulb went on. "Oh, that girl from Wolfram & Hart!" Buffy thought about her. "Angel, she was a brunette, about my height, pretty. She was crying over a man, I initially thought," Buffy stopped to breathe for her next sentence, "it was Nina crying over you."

Angel answered, "That sounds like Eve. So she got out safe?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah, she did," Buffy answered. "I hope she's okay. She wasn't with us when you came after us, Angel?"

"What does she matter? Eve isn't important to the current conversations," Angel answered bitterly.

Buffy was taken aback by his tone. Buffy growled back, "Let's see, she's kind of an innocent and she was kind of in trouble! What's with the sudden mood change?"

Angel smiled. "It's nothing. I just don't want to have to deal with her." Angel walked over and put his arm around her shoulder. "I'd rather deal with you," he whispered.

Buffy didn't look at his face. Connor looked and felt uncomfortable. Buffy smiled and looked at Angel. "You wanna deal with me, huh?" Buffy flipped around and grabbed Angel's neck, pinning him into the wall. She put her face right p in his. "How's this?" Buffy had no time or patience for games. "I have no time or patience for this. I was just in a very long battle and I'm very pissed off. Tell me now, where's Angel?"

"Buffy, what's wrong with you? I am Angel."

Buffy punched the face of her love. "One more time for me." She took notice to an amulet hanging off his neck. She yanked it off. "I've never seen this on you before, Lover. Let's see what power it has." Buffy said, all signs of happy Buffy gone; there was only the unhappy slayer left.

The man made a gesture. "You really don't want to touch that."

"Ya wanna bet?" Buffy smirked. She threw the amulet against the wall without turning away. The small jewel shattered and green light filled the room. "Oops, my bad. Even though I'm the slayer, I've always had this habit of being a klutz." Whoever was in Angel's place was beginning to transform into their real form. The man's features started to become older and somewhat familiar. It was the complete face that gave everything away. "My, my, Ethan Rayne, however could I not have guessed? Now," gripping his throat tighter, "where's Angel?"

"He's on the plane, fine and dandy," Ethan spoke through the choke hold.

Buffy snarled, "Connor, stay here!" She pulled Ethan along. "I have some chaos to deal with." She was dragging. "So Ethan, how did you manage to get away from the Initiative? Did one of your 'chaos gods' let you free?" He wasn't answering her question. She walked into the main seating area, "Giles, I just found some baggage I'd like be rid of."

Giles looked over and his head started shaking. "Hello, Ethan." He sounded so British.

"Ello, Ripper," Ethan responded with a sly smile.

"Enough with the British fake hellos. I need to call the dispatcher to have authorities meet us at the airport. Giles, watch him." She sat Ethan down and pointed at him. "You stay! If Buffy sees you gone, Buffy beat you. Got it!" She didn't wait for his answer. She walked straight into the cockpit. "Now, guys, I'm sorry to bother you, but…" she looked up and the windshield was splattered with blood. The captain and co captain were sliced up. "Oh no." Out of shock, Buffy ran to the others. "Somebody better know how to fly a plane because our pilots are dead!"

"WHAT?!" Giles exclaimed.

I need to clean the pit, Buffy thought, but how? Buffy just started waving her ands for some reason and things were moving. "Hmmm… no words?" Buffy finished it up then called out, "Willow, I need you to fly with magic. You're the best hope."

"I'm here," Willow ran in behind her. She called the dispatcher and everything was in order. Buffy nodded and walked back towards Ethan.

"Okay, now I have a sec to chat." Buffy sat down and crossed one leg over the other. "Ethan, what kind of chaos is in your brain today? Kidnap my boyfriend to restore a broken down vampire, to change him into his evil self, or to beat him to a bloody pulp. Wait a second, all that has already happened, so you're going to have something new cooking."

"Well, at least you have that much right."

Buffy punched hi in the face. "Okay, let's try this again. Where is Angel?" She waited for a few seconds. "Okay Ethan, last shot before I introduce you to Faith and Kennedy… or I throw you out the door without a parachute."

"Go ahead, throw me out. We're over water, so I'll be able to swim."

"Not if I chain your arms and legs together."

Ethan laughed in Buffy's face. His eyes gleamed with humor… or was it ignorance, Buffy thought. "There is no way you have chain or rope o this plane, or were you a girl scout, Buffy?"

Giles pulled Buffy aside. "Buffy," he whispered, "he has a point. Where are we going to get chains I the middle of the air?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Buffy turned around and yelled, "Faith, Kennedy!" The two girls hobbled painfully over to her. Faith was covered in obvious cuts and bruises. Kennedy, however, took the most of the beating. Her left leg was wrapped in ice packs and her right arm was slung.

"Hey B, need our help?" Faith asked. Ethan snickered.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "I just need you guys-I mean gals- to give this man the best element of torture you can provide without making it look like our profile and without killing him."

"That's it, huh?" Kennedy sounded smug.

"Simple, but what are we talking?" Faith asked. "Are we saying blunt, sharp, hot, cold, loud, or something new? Oooo, how about electrical?"

Buffy gave Faith a grave look. "You're enjoying this just a little too much, especially knowing your past."

"What can I say? I was the Master of Torment."

"Okay, whatever, just get it done. I need to find Angel!" Buffy quickly walked back to the cockpit. "How are you doing, Will?"

"Pretty good. It says we should be close to Rome soon."

Buffy took a deep breath. "Okay, now how do I get to the lower levels?" She had a good idea that was where Angel was hidden somewhere down there.

"There is a door there, behind the curtains. It'll lead you to the stairway that reaches the other slayers and watchers." Buffy nodded and followed the path. She reached the top of the stairs and decided to cut some time by flipping off the above floor and landing on the ground floor.

Buffy looked both ways. Where could he be? she thought. Buffy chose a direction and dashed off looking for any kind of door. She found a hallway with many doors. She started opening everyone until she found a locked one. "Hmmm… this is a tad suspicious." Buffy broke the lock and handle.

As she went to open the door, a sort of numbness hit her brain and a voice spoke out, Don't open that door, Buffy!

Buffy looked back and forth. "Angel, is that you?" Buffy asked with confusion. "What are you doing? Are you hiding on me, 'cause it's not funny?"

Buffy, I'm locked up and gagged. I was only able to telepathically communicate with you.

"Handy skill," Buffy commented, "but why can't I come in? You obviously need my help!"

Ethan set up a bomb. Whoever opens the door will set off a trigger on a gun barrel staring me in the face.

"Right, so opening the door- out!" Buffy thought for a moment. "I can use my magic to transport myself on the other side of this door."

Angel hesitated. "Well, you could but that will get both of us killed. There are weight censors on the ground that will force bolts to come shooting out of the walls and through the air."

"Lovely. He sure thought of everything." Buffy took a deep breath. "I guess this calls for Super Willow and DAMN IT! She can't be here because she has to fly the plane," Buffy sped through.

WHAT?!?!

Buffy ignored Angel's comment. "I don't know my magical abilities, so I can't do anything about it." Buffy was so horrified. What can I do? she asked.

You can do it, Buffy. You have to!

"How?"

Any witch or warlock who has powerful thinking and concentration skills can produce magic. Your honing and meditation skills can do the job.

"Really? Since when?" Angel was silent. "Right, concentrate, I know." What do I think about?

In order to do this, you need to think of what you need to do to save me.

"Okay, okay. This is simple," she lied to herself. She closed her eyes for better focus. Okay, I want to be able to save Angel by entering the room without triggering the traps. I also need to be able to pull him out of the room safely without triggering the traps. She had these thoughts in her head for a few minutes, so she concentrated longer and harder at rescuing Angel. She waited a few more minutes to feel the affects. "Angel, I don't think this is working." Buffy opened her eyes to see that she was staring at the floor. "Woah!" Buffy spun crazily losing her grip. She fought to stop it and won control over her magic. She stood upright now and walked on the invisible surface below her feet. "Why didn't you warn me?"

She pulled the gag out to allow him to say, "I couldn't because A) you were concentrating so hard I couldn't speak to you, and B) letting the magic charge like that helps you have more power and time for your task."

"Oh," she said sheepishly. "That makes sense." She worked at his chains. They loosened up a little and dropped. Buffy held on to Angel before he hit the ground. "Okay, let's get the hell out of here."

Angel held on to Buffy. "I'm liking that plan." Buffy tilted the gun away.

"Not so fast," called a voice. Buffy and Angel looked over to see Ethan at the door. "You're not getting away that easily."

"How did you..?" Buffy started to ask.

"It was all quite simple, really. I still possessed pendants that you did not find nor asked for." Ethan laughed,

"Well, I have two or three places in mind and none of them I would go near," Buffy said in disgust. "Don't worry, Ethan. I was counting on you to pull something. I just didn't know what."

"Oh really," he asked. "Where are your slayerettes?"

"I didn't need my slayers for this," Buffy's voice coming from her chest. Ethan started to walk towards her, but she was already in mid air kicking Ethan in the face. She still held on tight to Angel as Ethan flew into a wall in the hallway. She turned to see a pendant came falling off of Ethan and she caught it as she landed in the hallway. She put Angel down on the floor and stepped up in front of him. "I'm sorry, but you're controlling my girls with this thing." She pulled a blade out from her holster. "That is not okay to me." She stabbed the pendant and broke it. Ethan rose from the ground. I need to get all of those pendants off him, Buffy thought. She held out her palm, then quickly thought about where the pendants were hidden. She pulled a napkin out of her pocket and placed it over her palm. Magic, I need your help. Give me all those possible pendants, talismans, or any other supernatural items that he possesses. Place them in my hand, now! Her concentration almost made her miss the weight added on her hand. "Hey Ethan! What else do you have in your repertoire?"

Ethan checked his pockets. "Damn it!" he exclaimed.

Buffy quickly turned to Angel. "Take these and get Giles!" She threw the wrapped package to Angel. As she turned back to Ethan, "It was nice knowing you. Any last wishes?"

Ethan laughed as he found his balance on his own two feet. "You can't kill me! I'm human. You don't possess the balls to do it!"

Buffy softly nodded and in a similar voice added, "You're probably right, I couldn't bare to kill a human." Buffy's tone became very dark and cruel. "But I could bare to throw you off this plane. Especially a human being like you." Buffy wanted him to be wrapped with a chain, rendering all his limbs useless. Buffy looked up to see the chains she called for wrapped around Ethan.

The plane started shaking, then she felt it skidding and dragging against something hard. The force from this blow caused Buffy to fall along with Ethan, although his reasons were different. Buffy looked up to see the slayers had all been seated in the next room over. Good! Buffy flipped to her feet from her back. She gave Ethan a dark glare as he struggled against the tight metal surrounding him. "I thinks that's your stop," Buffy growled. She put all of her power into her next kick. She looked at Ethan with full black eyes. "You have caused me too much trouble. Goodbye, Ethan!" She bashed her foot into Ethan's gut. The force caused Ethan's body to rocket through the wall and to the ground. Buffy felt a bump in the plane just a few feet before it stopped to a halt. "Ew," Buffy shuttered. "That wasn't exactly what I was going for, but at least the job was done." She tried to sound confident and strong with the outcome, but she just couldn't feel it. She had just killed a human, and that wasn't okay, even if they were more evil than Ethan. Buffy heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Giles' walked in, concern touching his voice. "I heard a crash. Is everything alright?"

"I am, but he's not," she trembled. She fought to control her emotions and be happy, but then her bottom lip started quivering. Her eyes were wide with shock and realization. "I-I- OH MY GOD! I just killed him." She looked up at Giles with tears forming in her eyes. "I just killed him, Giles!" Buffy fell to her knees.

Giles quickly moved towards her. He grabbed her and held her tight, trying to be comforting. "It's okay, Buffy." He put her head under his chin. "I'm sorry, but it wll be fine." Buffy's tears and sobs filed the air.