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More missions came and went. They had less casualties and more to celebrate.
Jack had seriously thought about proposing to Buffy, but their lives had been very hectic. Buffy had a nightmare the night before. She was screaming about Angel and hell. Jack shook her awake gently. "Buffy, it's not your fault. Hey Buffy, stop it." And slowly Buffy settled down and sobbed in his arms. "I sent him to hell and it's my fault."
Jack shook his head, "Buffy, he was Angelus and he did horrific things. You did only what you had to do. In a war terrible things have to be done to protect the innocent." Buffy nodded and settled down. "I know." She whispered. Turning to Jack she said softly, "Make love to me Jack." And he did.
Buffy was in training when the call "Unauthorized wormhole activation." Came over the intercom. Buffy left her class, racing to the control room only to see the gateroom flooded with an eerily familiar blue light and lightening. "Oh Damn." Buffy muttered and raced to the gateroom. Jack , Daniel and Teal'c entered the control room to check out what was happening.
Sam and Sgt. Davis were trying to close the iris without success when a figure burst through the gate. It snapped and snarled, it's face ugly and deformed. Buffy held up a hand to stop the security troops and walked to the middle of the gate room.
"Well, well , well." Came Buffy's voice, positively dripping with sarcasm. "Is it Angelus or Angel?" She snapped. Suddenly his face reverted to normal and everyone gasped. In the place of a monster was a handsome young man with dark brown hair and dark eyes.
"Buffy?" the man whispered, the sound absurdly amplified in the quiet of the gateroom.
"Angel?" she asked, her voice breaking. Suddenly she was swept up in very familiar arms. Angel couldn't believe he held his beloved Buffy again. Backing up slightly he cupped her face in his hands. "Buffy?" he whispered in wonder and she nodded.
Jack had known fear, despair and terror, but as he looked at the two figures in each other's arms in the gateroom, he now felt all three in full force.
Angel's eyes roamed over her beloved face. She looked the same but changed. Lines of stress that hadn't been there before, pain that would never go away. He started to bend down to kiss her when she stepped back. Suddenly he was aware of the armed audience that surrounded him.
Buffy stepped carefully out of the circle of his arms. "I'm sorry Angel, you'll need to be taken down to a holding cell until your situation has been evaluated." She gestured to two security members, "Sergeants Allen and Tracy, escort Angel to a holding cell. Lt. Harris, call Doc Frasier to send down 4 units of my blood and to meet us at the holding cell." Buffy said and everyone did what she ordered.
Angel eyes never left Buffy as she gave orders and he submitted passively to the hand-cuffs. As they walked Buffy spoke to the security members, "Marc and Rick, for future reference Angel here is a vampire. These restraints are a joke but because he trusts me he's going along with this. That and he knows I'll kick his recently arrived ass if he misbehaves."
Angel laughed and rolled his eyes. "Shut up Angel." Buffy said. "The only way to transport him if he is hostile is unconscious. The only way to do that is to knock him out, but you won't be able to get close enough, so call me. I'm the expert. If you need to kill him any kind of pointy wood to the chest will turn him to dust. "Poof." She said. The team listened to her carefully and nodded in understanding.
Angel was uncuffed and placed in the cell, Buffy going in with him. "I'll need to search you." She said simply and he nodded, swaying a little as events caught up with him. He took off his duster and she searched it and set it aside, and searched him thoroughly, down to his dusty boots. Standing back she nodded ok to the guards.
Janet came bustling down with the blood, curiosity on her lovely face.
"Angel, this is Dr. Frasier, Janet, this is Angel, formerly known as Angelus or the 'scourge of Europe'. Buffy said, absolutely no inflection in her voice.
Angel winced, and tiredly said hi. All he wanted was the blood in the doctor's hands. Buffy noticed and asked, "Sgt. Allen, please get me a cup." He nodded and gave her a 'Big Gulp' plastic cup. She met Angel's eyes with a bit of humor, and filled the cup with her blood from the offered package.
Buffy turned, "Can everyone except the guards leave?" her eyes went to Janet who nodded. Everyone cleared out and Buffy gave the huge cup to Angel. She watched impassively as he drank down the first cup and each successive cup of her blood until the bags were empty. Leaning forward she used her thumb and wiped off the blood left on his lip, looking him over critically.
"You look much better." She said with satisfaction.
"Well, you know. Slayer's blood, good to the last drop." He said charmingly. "That is just so gross Angel." Buffy made a face at him and he laughed.
General Hammond, Sam, Daniel, Teal'c, and Ferretti watched the security camera with fascination. Jack watched with a growing sense of dread.
"I need to talk to you Angel. How did you get here and why are you here?" Buffy asked. Angel shook his head, regarding this woman who was the love of his life. "I was in hell, then suddenly I felt like I was on fire, being torn apart. I screamed, fighting it when suddenly I flew into a blue light and I was facing a bunch of guns, and you."
Buffy pondered this a moment. "There's something up. The Powers that Be will let us know I guess." Buffy said resignedly. She looked up, suddenly uncomfortable and asked, "Do you need more blood?" He shook his head, "No, Slayer's blood is very strong." She nodded, "Well ok. Bye."
Angel stopped her with a hand, "Two questions?" she turned and nodded. "Where am I, and why aren't you in hell?" At her look, "I got the news in hell." He said sharply. Buffy started laughing, " What, you watch HTV? Get it? Hell T V." when he rolled his eyes at her humor she said, "Never mind. This is an alternate reality. No Sunnydale, no vamps or demons. We're in Colorado Springs of all places. And when I jumped into hell I was sent here."
Angel nodded, "Weird.", he said.
"You have no idea." Was Buffy's retort.
As she was let out of the cell she turned and fixed the guards with a glare. "Sgt. Allen, Sgt. Tracy, Angel is behind bars but not secure. You'll need three more guards, and my emergency phone number." Buffy said they nodded like puppets.
"Buffy." Angel whined. She whirled and stepped closer to the bars, "Hey. I am doing my job, just in case the PTB have a warped sense of humor." Buffy said seriously and he nodded in understanding. "Ok."
Buffy waited for more security and gave them the highlights of her lecture and the do's and don'ts of vampire care and feeding, then left.
She walked in a daze, heading for the gym. She went inside and proceeded to pound on the punching bag until her knuckles were bloody and her breaths came out in sobbing gasps. Jack watched for a moment until he saw the wall get sprayed with blood.
"Hey, that's enough! You're beating up my best girl." Jack scolded and caught her hand before she could swing another punch. Buffy's eyes filled with tears and she threw herself into Jack's arms. She shook, delayed shock to the day interspersed with tears. Jack held her until she calmed down.
He took her hands and she hissed out a breath at the pain. She hadn't realized how badly her hands were hurt. "Damn, we need to take you to Janet." He said and she nodded.
Janet scolded Buffy as she bandaged her hands. "Next time you need to think come and talk to me." The Doctor smiled worriedly into Buffy's eyes.
"How is your vampire?" Janet asked. Buffy felt Jack stiffen beside her, "He's not my vampire." She replied. "Angel is ok. How much of my blood do you have on stock?" she asked. Janet looked up thoughtfully, counting mentally. "4 more fresh and 5 frozen. Can't he have any blood?" she asked.
"Normally yes, but my blood will build him up faster. Blood of the Slayer and all that." Janet shook her head, "I thought we had established that there is nothing different with your blood Buffy." She protested.
"In my reality there's magic. To a magical creature my blood is what they want." Buffy said simply. "Oh." Janet blinked, processing this new information.
