A/N- I'm an idiot. You tell people there's a plot hole and they see plot holes I didn't even realise were there. I fixed the one I had thought of with an extremely obvious suggestion from a friend, I'm surprised I didn't actually think of writing that in the first place, thanks Hayley.
Insane1- I have to think about this. Lets see... I was referring to the Buffy's final Death. Buffy died in 2005. Sam would have been six. Maybe she was too young to go to the funeral (funerals can be long). Maybe taken to visit her grave another day. Or if she did go maybe Angel didn't notice her, if there were lots of people at the funeral. I can just imagine nearly everyone in Sunnydale who knew about the monsters in the dark, or had been saved by her in the past, turning up. Or maybe Angel felt uncomfortable at a large funeral and came afterwards. Hmm... I think I'll actually write something about this later in the story. A funeral flash back memory.
"Oh,... Angel", Willow repeated.
"You sound disappointed."
"Well we're kind of waiting for a phone call from someone else, or about them actually."
"This someone else..." Angel started, unsure about how to ask her about Sam. "... they wouldn't happen to be a 15 year old girl with short browny blond hair called Sam."
"You know where Sam is!" Willow squealed, a strange reaction for a woman in her thirties.
At the mention of Sam's name both Giles and Xander sprung out of their rigid positions and converged on the phone trying to hear the other side of Willow's conversation. Xander starting pestering Willow and she failed to hear Angel's next comment.
"Is she there? Is she okay? Can we talk to her?"
Willow gave an exasperated sigh. "Shush!" She turned back to the phone.
"Sorry I couldn't hear you."
Angel repeated himself. "There was a girl here claiming to be Buffy's daughter."
Willow looked at Giles and Xander, "Sam's in Los Angeles with Angel". She had totally failed to notice Angel's use of the word was.
Giles looked relieved, "We'll leave right away, get an address." Then he left the room followed by Xander to get some stuff together.
Willow turned back to the phone once again.
"She is Buffy's daughter."
"Oh" Angel said surprised that no one had ever told him.
"We're leaving now, could you tell me where you are?"
Angel recited Spike's apartment address for her and she hung up the phone straight away.
Angel was already thinking of the many questions he wanted answered for when they got here.
As Angel placed the receiver down he turned to see Spike's expectant face.
"Well, what did they say?"
"She really is Buffy's daughter" The way he said it made it sound like he was having trouble believing, even though he had just repeated it out loud.
"Well duh, I was on that thought band wagon a long time ago. What else did they say?"
"Um, they're heading here right now."
"Los Angeles here, or here here" Spike said referring to his apartment.
Angel had one of those 'oops I wasn't thinking about what I was saying, anyway you heard me say your address out loud, that's right I could see you lurking in the background pretending not to be listening to me on the phone,' expressions on his face.
Spike voice got angrier, "You invited the Scooby gang to MY apartment! Bloody Hell!" and he stormed over to the kitchen and started searching the cupboards for a nice bottle of scotch, or maybe whiskey.
Angel was about to try and explain to Spike, but then decided that HE didn't need to explain anything to Spike and went with an insult instead.
"You really need to learn some new curses, that one's getting old."
Spike didn't care, he liked the expression 'bloody hell'. He thought it sounded good and worked in many different situations.
Giles gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove as fast as he could without going over the speeding limit. Willow was sitting next to him and Xander had the back seat all to himself, both strangely silent. Giles was relieved that they knew where Sam was but worried about what to say when they got there. He admitted to himself that they all probably felt a bit responsible and guilty for Sam's disappearance. Then there was also all the explaining he knew they'd have to do when they got to Los Angeles. Giles remembered back many years ago when Buffy had found out she was pregnant. They were all shocked but oddly not as shocked as Buffy herself was.
Willow lay stretched out on her bed in her and Buffy's dorm room. She was trying to read her way through a particularly boring chapter of her psychology text book on attribution theory. Willow realised that she had just read Kelley's covariation model twice without realising when the sound of the door being opened became a welcome distraction. She looked up to see Buffy walk in and shut the door behind her.
Buffy's face was white, drawn out, her eyes wide and unseeing. She just stood in the middle of the room frozen to the spot. Willow had known Buffy had been feeling unwell recently but she looked even more stressed now. "Buffy are you okay? What did they doctor say?"
Buffy tried to smile to reassure Willow that she was okay. "I uh, well..."
Then Buffy decided to just spit it out and get it over with. "I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant? Oh my gosh Buffy... Wow! That's... wait who's the father?"
"I don't know!" Buffy exclaimed the confusion evident on her face.
"You don't know? But its not like you're sleeping around. You haven't been sleeping around have you?" Willow's face mirrored Buffy's shocked expression at this point.
"What? No!" Buffy quickly retorted defending herself. "I haven't been sleeping with anyone. No sex recently for me. That's the problem."
"Parker?"
"Too long ago."
"Riley?"
"We haven't, um, not yet."
"Xander?"
"Xander!?"
"Okay so I'm stretching it. But then how did you get pregnant?"
"Hello, that's the problem I mentioned earlier."
"Oh" Willow replied, then her sentimental side kicked in.
"Aw, it's sort of like a miracle."
A/N- Sorry I haven't written any in a long time. I was sort of suffering writers block. Hopefully the next part will come more easily and quicker.