A/N: Erik didn't meet Xavier while being freed from Auschwitz and he is over twenty years older than the professor. Also, I tweaked Erik's last name. Words inside of :: mean words spoken in another language, italicized words are thoughts or telepathic communications and words in quotation marks are normal conversations.

They were on their way to the airport and not a thing had happened.  Buffy hadn't had to dust a single vamp, and Angel's dire predictions hadn't come true. All in all, it had been the least eventful vacation they'd ever taken, Angel reflected. Of course, there is a saying about not counting your chicks before they're hatched…

No sooner had Angel thought that this was the least eventful vacation, than the car sputtered.  Sputtered, stopped, and wouldn't turn back over to be exact. Buffy cursed in Gaelic, American English, and British English about nothing ever going right on vacation, before moving onto "those damn Powers That Be!" and how she wanted to know why God was so dead-set against an uneventful vacation.

For his part, her husband had similar musings.  Unfortunately, Angel looked around once he got out of the car to see if there were any houses around.  There was one house, and under normal circumstances, he'd have been thrilled. However, Buffy was with him on this trip and he'd sworn to himself that he was not letting Xavier meet her.

Angel had met the professor back before Charles had even met Erik Lehrer and they'd kept in contact over the past thirty years.  He'd told his friend about the wedding but Charles had been too busy fighting his old mentor, Magneto, to attend.  Privately, Angel had breathed a sigh of relief about this—he hadn't filled Charles in on Buffy's destiny.

Now, unfortunately, that little bit of omission seemed destined to come back to bit him in the ass.  Angel O'Brien gulped at the sight of Xavier's Institute for the Gifted. Charles, it's Angel.

Angel. It has been a long time. Charles Xavier was genuinely pleased to hear from the souled vampire again as it had been over four years since they'd last communicated.  May I ask where you are?

I'm outside of your mansion actually.  My wife and I were passing through and our car broke down.

By all means, come in, old friend.  My mansion is always open to you, he sent as the invitation.

"Alright," Angel told his wife. "Charles is expecting us."

"But you didn't call him or anything," she pointed out logically.

"He's telepathic.  And besides, this is his school."

As they walked up the drive into the mansion, Buffy just nodded with a look of, Why does this always happen to us?

Inside the mansion, Logan and Alex Summers watched the professor. "Well, who is it outside and how do you know them?" Alex asked irritably. He did not appreciate getting up so in the middle of the night just because Xavier wanted him to. And besides, he hadn't seen his lover in quite a while due to his brother's wedding.  Just when they actually had a chance to have some fun, Xavier calls them to come meet some guests.

"One of them is a very old friend.  The other guest is his wife.  Angel is one of the strangest people I have ever met, but he is still quite nice."

"Someone named their kid Angel?!" Logan asked incredulously.

"Something like that," someone new said with a laugh. The guy speaking was tall dark and…well, handsome.

Xavier on the other hand, noticed the petite blonde next to Angel first. "Buffy O'Brien, I presume?"

"That would be me," Buffy said with a nod. "Who're your friends who look like you either woke them up or interrupted their sex time?"

"Buffy!" Angel exclaimed.  "What have we told both you and Anya about that habit of yours?"

"Ummm…" she mused for a moment. "Don't speak your mind if it could possibly insult or offend someone?"

"Precisely. Now could you use this lesson in real life?"

"I suppose," she muttered.

Logan and Alex couldn't help but snicker.

"I'm Logan," Wolverine introduced, "and this is my—"

"Boyfriend?" the blonde asked helpfully.

"Boyfriend," Logan agreed, "Alexander Summers."

"Buffy," Angel asked, "do you have anything you might want to share?"

"That would be no?" the pale young woman asked with a small, nervous smile.

"That would be a 'you're avoiding the subject,'" her husband corrected.

"I'll only tell if Alex can figure out who I am within three minutes."  At her husband's look, she asked, "What? F makes an ultimatum and you don't think a thing of it, but if I make one, you look at me like I'm crazy? Is this supposed to be fair?"

"I've known you at one point in my life, correct?" Alex asked the blonde cautiously.

"Yes," she answered.

"Have I known you as Buffy O'Brien?"

"No. One and half more minutes."

Alex thought for a moment and finally asked, "Did my brother know you as well?"

"Yes, Scott did."

"When's your birthday?"

"I'm not telling, cuz you happen to know it already."

"Beth!" Alex breathed.

"Wondered how long it'd take you," Buffy remarked with a crooked grin. "But it still took you three minutes and three seconds. That means I don't have to tell you, Angel."

"Elisabeth Anne Summers Summers-O'Brien!" At her stunned look, he let an ironic smile grace his lips. "I saw your birth certificate, and I asked your mother about it later. All she'd say was that she really hated her sister-in-law. I never got anything more out of her."

"My mother hated me, you know. Not my mom, she was the first adult that really loved me. But my birth mother," the blonde slayer choked back a sigh, "Alicia did not like me.  I was different, and she knew it.  She had been trained as a Watcher by her father, who had been a Watcher as had all of his family."

"Why would they need a Watcher, whatever that is, to keep an eye on a mutant?" her brother asked her.

"I'm not a mutant," the puzzled slayer said slowly. "Why would you think that?"

"Because being a mutant runs in families and both Scott and I are mutants. Besides, how could you be different and not be a mutant?"

"I have a better question," Angel interrupted.  "Do I know your grandfather?"

"I believe you've had the unfortunate experience of meeting Quentin."

"You're grandfather is the man who practically ordered your execution when he found out that you had married me?!"

"That would be the one."

"Hello!" Alex called, "Want to fill us in on all of this?"

"Sure," she said. "Well, it all began in L.A. when I was fifteen.  A man named Merrick told me that I had a destiny—to fight demons and other evils.  That led to torching my high school gym, which led to us moving, and I ended up meeting the love of my life. The only problem was that Sunnydale High was on a Hellmouth…" And so she told her story, from that fateful day when she was fifteen to the day she met the Scoobies, to her own wedding day—the first one and the time between the second one—to the events that had led to them to Westchester.

A/N: Well, what ya think? Good, bad, or mediocre? Review, please!