2 Weeks Later

"Buffy, he'll probably be calling any minute."

"I know Will, but I'm a little anxious and jumpy. I just wish he would get here and leave already. He's screwing up my balance in life." She sighed into the other end of the phone.

"Hey, he'll get there soon and you won't even want him to leave. Anyway, I really need to go. I need to get to bed. Call me as soon as he gets there, okay?"

"Sure, Will. Give my love to everyone and kick Wes for me again." And she hung up. She got out of the seat and went and cuddled under Blade, laying her head on his shoulder.

"I feel like a little kid whining are we there yet in the car. So, are we there yet?" She giggled, and then pouted.

"No, but your guests are." He whispered, not taking his eyes from the paper he was studying. Angel was standing across the room, staring at her, Cordelia supportingly behind him. They stared for what seemed forever before either one had the will to speak. Angel gazed in her eyes straight to her soul and she quickly looked away, averting his loving, yet painful eyes. She stood from her comfy seat and spoke.

"Angel. Cordelia. Welcome. How was the trip?" She asked.

"Long. Never knew you lived here. How have you been." Cordelia asked.

"Fine. So, do you have any new information?" She quickly averted to business. Blade stood and walked over to the group with a blank expression.

"Blade." He introduced. Fred smiled shyly at him. Gunn extended his hand and Blade studied it before Buffy hit him in the arm to take it.

"Charles Gunn. This is Fred, Cordelia and the Host, Lorne. I presume you already know about Angel?"

"Yes, believe it or not you are correct. Nice to meet the famous Angelus."

Angel finally averted his eyes away from Buffy to study this man. Many things crossed his mind and the first was that the two were lovers. Before he could conjure more up, Blade smiled a, " We're not." To stop his thoughts.

"I'll be in the other room if you need me Sharp." He said before exiting.

"So, what's with the secret identity?" Gunn asked.

"Well, when I left, I wanted to start new, where no one knew my name. I wanted to be someone new for a while, so when me and Blade hooked up, I teased him about his name. So finally I adopted one too. This is all besides the point. Let me get dressed and I'll show you around the area and you can tell me about everything."

Minutes later, she strode out in a tight black hoody that showed a strip if her lower abdomen before baggy swishy pants adorned her curves. Suddenly she turned and changed into a pair of tight jeans. Swishy pants made noise and you couldn't hunt if you made noises. She joined her group and lead them to her a large wall.

"Computer, open for mama and start big daddy." She said to an invisible code. "We have company Whistler." *Whistler? Angel's mind raced. What in the hell was going on here?* She walked forward not pausing to study their glares and stepped to a sleek black suburban. It was already started and she looked tiny hopping behind the wheel.

"Buckle up!" She suggested, turning up the latest Eve album and flooring it. Consciously, they remembered that Buffy never had her license back in Sunnydale and she probably didn't have them here.

"You can love Eve, Hate Eve, I don't Care....." She rapped. "Okay, over there is where the vamp whores usually hang out. We really don't mess with them because they are useful for information." She continued to drive.

"You guys want some real action?" she asked, slamming the breaks. "Follow me." And she jumped from the car. She walked into a vampire night club and got lost in the crowd before anyone with her could trace her. Angel picked up her scent and disappeared into the crowd. When he came across her, she was being felt up by some vampire. He looked to be turned at a young age and aroused. He wanted to feed. Dumb idiot. Couldn't sense she was a slayer. His loss. Angel stayed in the crowed, watching her. They began dancing and Buffy led him to dark corner. She ran her hand up his body and then his body turned to dust. He looked for the object of impact, but saw none. She looked up at him and smiled. She began to walk towards him and smiled once more.

"You found me, huh?"

"I can smell you, Buffy."

"Gee, what do I smell like? Stinky onions?" She joked.

"No, you smell delicious." Her smile vanished and she gulped, turning from him and walking back through the crowd. She was scared and aroused at the same moment. Angel caught onto that and smirked to himself. Buffy grabbed a crowd of guys and Cordelia's arm and led the group of guy vamps outside. She led Cordelia to an ally and stomped and tuned.

"Oh, guys, see my friend here is shy. This is her first time, but me, its a nightly routine." She drawled.

"Buffy, what are you doing?" Cordelia whispered, plastering a fake smile on her face.

"Who are you? You're different." One of them, who looked older asked, stepping forward.

Buffy's eyes began to glow and turned cloudy, followed by her hair turning white. Cordelia stared at her in shock and terror as Buffy soared through the air. The AI gang picked this moment to exit the club and move to the alley they heard the commotion in. The stood in shock and adoration as they watched her body make hard moves and turns and shift her body into impossible positions, all while slaughtering the mob of vamps. The last one, she ended by slicing in half down the center, her trade mark move and straightened her shirt.

She noticed one crouched in the corner in fear and walked over to him, wind picking up to flutter her hair.

"Tell Morpheus Sharp is looking for him and it's quite personal." She smiled, turning and walking back to the group. Her features had yet to shift back to normal and Fred pointed to her. She quickly shifted and smiled.

"Sorry, habit. Shall we?" She said, walking towards her car. Angel grabbed her arm and swung her around.

"What in the hell was that?" He asked, stunned beyond belief.

"That was Morpheus' training army. They are next in line to protect his empire. I figured I'd send him a message. Your here to get your son back, right?"

"Of course, but what I meant was, what was all this." He said holding his hands to her hair. She sighed and turned around.

"A year ago, I went through extensive training. Giles wanted me to move here to team up with Blade because 1) I needed a change and 2) together, we were unstoppable. Anyway, Blade had been training me hard and I figured he was trying to get me good enough to fight with him but that wasn't it at all. All slayers have a spirit in them. It's a greek goddess like spirit. It has powers and no slayer has veen ever to access and control it. The last one who tried, died. Me being the so called strongest slayer alive, was able to embrace it, tame it, and merge it. I have a "tendency" not a power, to get a little happy when I fight and the spirit shows up. This is how I really got the name Sharp. The eyes get all grey, cloudy like mercury and my hair goes the whole Rupaul thing and I became Sharp."

"So, what does it do to you? How does it make you feel?" Gunn asked, awed. She shifted once again and turned to a metal dumpster. She ran her hand across it and it split in two.

"Any questions?" She asked, turning to face them.

"Nope, but now we know why they call you Sharp." Gunn smiled, and Buffy smiled back.

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"Honey, I'm home." Buffy called through the compound. "Blade, baby, mama's home." She grinned, playfully. Steel hard body collided with hers and knocked her to her back. Blade towered above hers and Angel almost went into combat mode, when Gunn held him back.

"Aww, welcoming me home. How sweet. She jumped up and she and Blade engaged in a heavy spar match. He pummeled her and she grinned and blocked his movements. He got a shot up on her and her head twisted to the side. When it came back up, her lip was bleeding and her eyes became cloudy.

"Come on Sharp, you know I sleep better when we beat each other before bed." He taunted. She raised her hand and stopped herself. She tilted her head and smirked. Turning hand she brought it to her chest and produced a sword. Two to be exact and she threw one to Blade.

"Sorry, I have my own." He sneered, charging her. They were evenly matched, swords swinging and clanging heavily to block the others advances. Finally, she knocked him on his back and held her hand to it.

"Give up, or your favorite sword becomes your two favorite swords." She smiled.

"Cheater." He smiled, standing and kissing her on the cheek goodnight. Smiling she reached up and took the pin holding her hair out and it fell flowing to her waist, a shiny pearl white.

"Sorry you had to see that guys. He's always testing me. Believe me. He's way better than I am, but he holds back to make me feel better. Come on, let me show you to your rooms." She ran a hand over her body, shifting her fighting cloths, to that the goddess preferred. As she walked, her cloths changed into a long white gown, very conservative, and pure. They gawked and she smiled. Turning to Fred, she ran a hand over her body and changed her cloths too.

"Wow. So are you some kind of goddess or something." She giggled.

"No, but it works well when the police try to give you a ticked and you touch him and he's suddenly standing in his underwear." She laughed. "Here's one room. There are two beds and there's another down the hall. I've got some errands to run so I'll see you all later. There are only three things not to touch. One, Whistler's nerdy equipment, two, things blocked off and three, Blade's car. I can't even touch those things. They don't trust me. Go figure." She said, walking away.