Alright, here is chapter 7. *SPOILERS,* sort of anyways. Willow has already been to L.A. to return Angels soul before she went back to Sunny-D and then back to L.A. So, basically Angel lost his soul and had it returned by Willow before this story started. PLEASE review! Oh, and I really need a beta-reader so if you want to be it email me

It was four in the morning when Buffy, Angel and Spike walked back into the hotel. They were all bloodied and dirty and Buffy was being supported by Spike's arm around her waist and was limping. Angel had wanted to be the one to have his arm around Buffy, helping her walk, while they were walking back to the hotel, but took to long deciding whether or not it was good idea and Spike had helped her, after giving Angel a chance to help the injured slayer.

Gunn had been coming up the stairs from the investigation center when he heard them enter the hotel. He ran over to them and helped get Buffy sitting on top of the front desk so that she was off her ankle. Once he and Spike had gotten the blonde situated he looked at the two vampires.

"You guys look like hell." Cordelia stated, entering the lobby from where Gunn previously had.

"Did you kill it?" Fred asked from behind Cordelia. Everyone had heard the commotion and come into the lobby.

"Yes." Was Angel's short answer.

"Was bloody hard though. Horny nearly killed the Slayer over there." Spike said, referring to the monster as Horny, but apparently the others didn't realize that and were staring at Angel. "Bloody hell people! I wasn't talking about the great Poof here. I was talking 'bout the Beast." After hearing that a look of relief came over everyone's faces and they looked at Buffy sitting on the desk.

"I'm fine." Was all she said when everyone stared at her.

"No, you're not." Angel said, looking her in the eye. "There is something wrong with her right ankle." Angel informed the group.

"Let me look at it." Wesley made his way toward her.

"There isn't anything to look at! It's fine!" Buffy told him. At the look he received from Angel Wesley took another step towards her despite her protests, got down to his knees and took her calf in his hand so that he could look at her ankle. "It looks like a sprang. With slayer healing it should be better in a few hours."

"Fine. I'm going to bad now and don't wake be up unless its an absolute emergency." With that Buffy limped down the hall to her room.

"I think that's a good idea. We have all been up all night worrying or fighting. Bed sounds good." Willow put in.

"I'm with Red. I could use some sleep. Fighting that bloody beast took a bloody lot of energy." Spike informed the group. His only response was a bunch of voices saying 'yes' or 'ok' before everyone said their good nights and went their rooms.

Buffy woke up around four o'clock that afternoon and pulled on a pair of loose fray sweat pants and a pale blue tank top, ankle completely healed, and was wearily entering the hall when she suddenly walked straight into something hard. I automatically put her hand on it and leaned into it so that she wouldn't fall. She felt an arm snake around her waist to help her steady herself, and finally realized what it was she had walked into; Angel. She was currently clinging to Angel and his arm was still around her waist and they both froze, realizing what an awkward situation they had put themselves in.

Buffy pulled away and looked up at him. "Thanks for not letting me fall."

"No problem." Inside Angel was reeling from the feeling that having her in his arms had caused.

"Where is everyone?" Buffy asked the vampire.

"They went out."

"So…what is there to do around here for those of us who are still here?" Buffy asked.

"We could talk." At the frown the frown that appeared on her face he added, "I know you don't want to, and I'm not really looking forward to it, but it has be done."

"Alright." Buffy agreed, resigned to the fact that she would have to eventually anyway. She had been thinking about their other conversation and wasn't up for a repeat performance.

"We can go into my office." Angel lead Buffy away from the others rooms and to a deserted side of the hotel and into a room with a mahogany desk with two chairs in front of it. Angel went around the desk and sat in the chair behind it while Buffy took a seat in front.

"So, where do you want to start?" The slayer asked.

"How are you?" Angel asked, genuinely wanting to know.

"Ok. Be brought back from the dead again wasn't really on my 'to do' list, but when does anything ever go the way its supposed to. You?"

"Fine. I'm just happy we finally destroyed the Beast." Angel paused for a moment, not sure he wanted to know the answer to his next question, but asked anyway. "Do you have anybody?"

"Yeah, I have people. Xander and Willow and everyone."

"I mean do you have any knew guy friend?"

"Nope. Just Xander and Spike." Angel stiffened slightly at the mention on his childe.

"So…you don't have a boyfriend?"

"No." Buffy had to hold in a laugh at the intense look of relief that had come over Angel's features upon hearing her answer. "Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked.

Angel cringed at that question, knowing she wasn't going to be happy about the answer. "I…it's complicated." He saw the look of hurt in his eyes and wanted to kill himself for even looking at another women.

"Complicated? Care to explain?"

"No."

"Too bad, you're going to anyway." Buffy demanded.

"I thought I was in love with someone."

"Yeah, ok." Buffy said, knowing he wasn't going to elaborate anymore than that. She didn't know what else to say to him and was growing uncomfortable in the silence. "I'm kind of hungry. Do you happen to have anything to eat?" Buffy asked, breaking the growing silence.

"I actually do in my room. Cordy put some in there so that when she comes to see me she doesn't have to get up and find food and while Lorne was staying there bought some food and I think some of it is still there." Angel told the blonde sitting in front of him.

"Why was Lorne was staying with you?" Buffy wanted to know.

"He was having his re-painted. He only moved back into it last night while we were gone." He informed Buffy.

"Fred had said something about two men across the hall living here and going to them if I needed help. I t was kind of odd." Buffy said, more to herself then to Angel. "So, food?"

"Sure. We can see what I have to eat." Angel said before he and Buffy left the office and headed back to his room. Buffy found enough to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that Angel made for her. After finishing her sandwich Buffy looked across the table to Angel.

"Thank you. That was good." Buffy told him, smiling.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Angel said. He didn't want her to leave yet, so he was quick to come up with a way to get her to stay. "Would you like to watch some TV or a movie?"

"Sure, TV would be of the good." Buffy wasn't ready to leave him and would take any excuse to spend more time with him. Angel got up from the table and led her into where the TV was and they sat on opposite sides of his black leather sofa, where Buffy curled up with her feet under her and took the remote. She flipped channels until she found Sponge Bob and happily set the remote down next to her.

Angel watched the show for about five minutes before saying, "We are NOT watching this. It is too unrealistic."

"Too bad buddy. I have the remote and this is a good show." Buffy told him picking up the remote from her side and holding it in her hands.

"Please?" Angel begged.

"No." Buffy wasn't going to give up her Sponge Bob.

Angel watched for about another five minutes before it just got on his nerves too much and he lunged at Buffy, trying to get the remote. Buffy hid it behind her and Angel moved so that he had and arm on either side of her waist, trying to get the remote from behind her.

"Angel!" Buffy screeched as he began to tickle her side with one of his hands, causing her to laugh and try to get away from his tickling hand. She managed to push herself into the corner of the sofa so far that she couldn't move backwards anymore and was forced to stop moving. Angel stopped tickling her and gave her when she stopped moving and looked down at her trapped in his arms and into her eyes. They stared at each other a moment before Angel slowly leaned in and kissed her.

The kiss was hesitant at first, but then as they became aware of the others response, grew more passionate. Angel moved his tongue over her lips; silently asking for an invitation, once she parted her lips they got reacquainted with the others mouth and responses.

Angel maneuvered Buffy so that they were lying on the couch with him on top. There hands were roaming, exploring each other's body. Buffy was enjoying the feel of Angels weight on top of her and his hands on her body when she was suddenly brought back to reality by someone else gasping loudly. Buffy knew it wasn't Angel or herself and they both turned their heads to see who had interrupted them.