Hey everyone! Sorry it took me so long to update. Oh, and don't worry, this is definitely not a C/A or B/S story…it will be B/A. Please review!

Angel pulled away from Cordelia after a little while. He felt like he owed her because they had been starting something. But when Buffy came back, he remembered just how much he loved her and realized that whatever he had started with Cordy could never compare to what he could once again have with Buffy. The kiss hadn't meant anything; it was simply a goodbye, and they both knew it.

"I am sorry, Cordelia." Angel said, feeling even guiltier than he thought he would. It wasn't fair to her that he had someone, and she still didn't.

"Good, you should be." Angel could tell by her harsh tone that bitchy Cordy was back big time. They stared at each other for a while before Cordelia decided she wanted to get away from him and headed back to her room without another word to Angel.

Once Cordelia had left, Angel went across the hall to Buffy's room and knocked on her door. When he got no response, he went to the next door, Spike's, thinking that maybe Buffy had gone to the bleached blonde to talk.  When he got the same result, he didn't think anything of it. Angel figured that Buffy had just gone to the training room or somewhere else in the hotel and headed to the front desk to ask Fred if she had seen Buffy.

"Hey Fred," Angel said, coming to stand in front of the desk, "have you seen Buffy?" When Fred stared at him looking scared, he began to get worried.

"Umm…Angel, Buffy left a while ago." Fred informed the vampire in front of her, looking like she really didn't want to be the one to tell him that Buffy had gone. Angel looked shocked and angry, and she really didn't want to be around him when he was mad.

"What do you mean she left?" He asked with barely contained fury. How could she leave and not have said anything to him?

"S-She and everyone else from Sunnydale left in a hurry-" Before Fred could continue Angel cut her off.

"How long ago?" He questioned hastily.

"I-I don't know. I think a little over an hour ago, probably about an hour and a half." Fred stared at Angel for a second before continuing. "Angel, did something happen? She looked really upset when she left; like she had been crying." She said sadly. In the short time that the slayer had been there, Fred found that she really liked the other girl.

"I'm going to Sunnydale." Angel said before heading to his room to pack a bag and grab his keys. Angel couldn't figure out what had happened to make her leave. He knew she wouldn't leave just because of their fight. Something else must have happened, especially if she was crying.

When Angel made it back out to the lobby he saw Gunn leaning on the front of the desk talking to Fred. Gunn looked up when Angel came in and glanced at the vampire's bag.

"Where you going?" He questioned.

"Sunnydale," Angel said simply before heading to the door. "If there is an emergency, call me," was the last thing he said before walking out the door, jumping in his shiny black car, and heading to Sunnydale; a place he had been hoping to avoid for a long while more.

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They had been home for about fifteen minutes, and Buffy had been heading up the stairs to bed when she heard Spike on the stairs behind her. She really didn't want to talk to him yet.

"What do you want, Spike?" She asked in a voice that clearly let him know she wasn't interested in talking to him right then. He decided to ignore it knowing that as much as she didn't want to talk, she needed to. He followed her to her bedroom, sat on her bad, and looked away while she changed into her sushi pajamas. Once she had finished changing, he looked up at her and noticed her sad expression.

"To know what happened," the blonde vampire said.

"I really don't want to talk about it right now."

"Too bad, your going to anyway, and I'm not leaving until you tell me exactly what the bloody poof did this time," Spike told her matter of fact-ly. Buffy stared at him annoyed. She knew he was telling the truth and that she was going to have to tell him now, no matter how much she didn't want to. She sat on her bad next to him, both leaning against the headboard. She told him what she had seen when she walked into Angel's room to talk to him and how she made sure he didn't hear her on her way out.  When she was through, she laid down on her side, facing away from him, ready to go to sleep before even giving him a chance to comment.

"That bloody ponce!" was the only thing Spike could think to say.

"Spike, I just want to sleep now, so I don't care if you stay or get out; just shut up." She told him tiredly. Spike curled up behind her spoon style, put his arm around her waist and pulled her into him, knowing she would need the comfort. Buffy fell asleep almost immediately, but Spike couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about what Angel had done and stared at her until he heard someone knocking on the front door.

Spike made his way down the stairs and to the front door. He knew who was on the other side even before he opened it.  When he did, he threw a punch at the man standing there, hitting him in the jaw.

"What did I do now?" Angel questioned the blonde standing on the other side of the door. Before he even knew what was happening, the door had been swung open, and he had been granted the sight of someone's fist coming quickly towards his face.

"You hurt her. Again." Spike stated angrily. He hated when the Slayer was upset, especially when Angel was the cause.

"I know," Angel said sadly. "I should have told her what was going on with Cordy."

"Damn right you should have!" Spike spat at the other vamp. "I had her convinced that you had your reasons for not telling her about that. She even went back to talk to you, but there was nothing I could say to her when I found out she had seen you kissing the girl! I don't know why I helped you out in the first place, you pillock, but right now I'm wishing I had just let her walk away then."

"S-She saw us?"

"Yes, she did, and because of you, she has only just cried herself to sleep."

"That wasn't anything… I have to talk to her; I have to explain."

"You can explain all you want, but it's not goin' to make this better." Spike informed him.

"I have to try. Can I come in?" Angel questioned. Spike stepped out of the doorway to let him pass.

"Slayer will stake me for letting you. Better not upset her more."

"Just tell me where she is."

"In her room…asleep. I don't suggest waking her up…she tends to get a bit violent when she's woken."

"Thanks. Um…which room is hers now?" Angel asked. He figured that she didn't still sleep in her old room with all the other people living in the house.

"Her mom's old room." Spike told him.

Angel just turned, headed up the stairs, and into the room. He saw Buffy curled up in a ball under the covers, holding them tightly. Angel sat down next to her, one of his legs resting on the bed, the other on the floor, so he was facing her. He thought she looked like an angel in her sleep and couldn't bear to wake her up just then.

Buffy felt the bed shift and slowly opened her eyes. She stared directly at Angel, waiting for him to speak.

"I'm sorry." When he got no response from her he continued, "It wasn't what you think."

"Really? 'Cause it looked pretty clear to me that you were kissing Cordelia, and it didn't appear that you had fallen into her."

"Okay, so it was what you think. I was kissing Cordelia. It was a goodbye kiss." He could tell that it didn't seem to make her feel any better by the amount of hurt and anger he still found in her eyes. He couldn't take it anymore and looked towards the floor, waiting for her to speak.

"I don't care what the hell kind of kiss it was; it still hurt."

"How can I fix this?" He asked desperately.

"You can't," she said before turning the other direction and closing her eyes. Angel stared at her for a while before heading down the stairs to talk to Spike and try to figure out how to make up for what he did.