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Summary: This takes place after season seven of Buffy. Buffy goes back to LA to find Angel and they soon reunite their love and end up in small town Cedar, Colorado with three daughters. This is a little AU because Connor never came to be (he's a very bad boy), Spike and Anya are alive, and well, I think that is it.

CHAPTER 4

          Spike rode on his motorcycle, Stacey on the back, her arms wrapped around his waist to keep from falling off. Meanwhile headed in the opposite direction was Lorne and Chelsea. Both duos met up at the front steps.

"Uncle Lorne?" Stacey exclaimed at the same time Chelsea said, "Uncle Spike?"

"Hey, Stacey bean," Lorne waved at the red head.

Stacey gave him a little smile.

"Good to see you, half bit," Spike said to Chelsea, looking her up and down. "And half dressed as well."

Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Don't make a thing out of it." She pointed a thumb at Lorne. "It's enough Uncle Lorne was so desperate to get me home he left the club early."

"You were at a club?" Stacey asked her sister in disbelief.

"I party," Chelsea shrugged.

          The front door flung open then, revealing a very steamed Buffy and rationale faced Angel standing behind her. Buffy glared daggers at Stacey, not even noticing Chelsea, Spike, or Lorne right away.

"Where have you been?" Buffy demanded.

"Walking around," Stacey replied vaguely, shifting from one foot to the other.

"Walking around?" Buffy echoed angrily.

"Buff, just try to calm—" Angel got a good look at Chelsea and nearly vamped out. "What the hell are you wearing?"

Chelsea's eyes widened, forgetting all about her clothes. She attempted to tug her skirt down, which was completely useless.

"I'm thinking that Vanessa is looking really good right about now," Lorne piped up.

          Angel practically yanked Chelsea into the house, Buffy, Stacey, Spike, and Lorne following closely. Angel pulled Chelsea into the living room and gave her an icy glare.

"Daddy, I know what this looks like but it isn't what it looks like," Chelsea began.

"So it doesn't look like my fourteen-year-old daughter put on clothes that would only fit a Barbie doll and then snuck out of the house?" Angel snapped.

Chelsea fidgeted. "OK. It's exactly what it looks like."

"Cut her a little slack, Angel cakes," Lorne interjected. "I mean she was only there to meet her booze hound friend and hang out with her boyfriend."

Chelsea mentally kicked both herself and Lorne.

Angel's glare deepened. "What did he say?"

Chelsea smiled sweetly. "You know how Uncle Lorne is, always babbling." She glanced at the watch she wore. "Well, I think it's time to go to bed." Chelsea started to go pass Angel but he grabbed her arm. "I so saw that coming."

"The whole pretending to study thing?" Buffy said to Chelsea. "Oh, that is so old. Believe me, I know."

"As much as I would love to stay for this, I won't." Stacey turned to leave the room but was halted by Buffy.

"You're not going anywhere," the slayer said firmly.

"What's the big deal?" Stacey snapped. "So I didn't tell you I was going somewhere after school, so I didn't call, so I—" She stopped talking, realizing that she was hanging herself.

"Stace, what is going on with you?" Buffy tried to reason.

"Nothing!" Stacey exclaimed. "Mom, I'm fine. Can we just drop it?"

"Can we drop everything?" Chelsea added.

"No," Buffy and Angel replied simultaneously.

"Good show, isn't it?" Spike said lowly to Lorne.

Lorne answered, "Better than the Imax Theatre any day."

"I don't want to talk anymore!" Stacey announced to the room then turned and left the room.

Buffy sighed deeply. What was going on with her?

"I'm going to follow her example," Chelsea said, trying to tug out of Angel's grip.

"Fine." Angel finally let go of her. "Just go to your room." The vampire seemed as annoyed as Buffy or more so.

Chelsea hid a smile as she slipped out of the room, hoping both of her parents were too tired to be disciplinarians for a while.

Buffy turned to Angel and said, "I can't take all of this anymore. The stress is through the roof. In fact it's pass the roof. It's up in the clouds being really, really... stress-y."

"Buffy, calm down," Angel tried to console her, pulling her towards him. "I know what could help." Buffy looked up into his brown eyes. "How about going out tomorrow, just us?"

"What about the girls?" Buffy asked. "Stacey's last baby-sitting job wasn't exactly with the perfect."

Angel thought for a minute then turned to Spike. "You want to make yourself useful for once?"

"Sure, I'll watch your spawns- I mean kids," Spike agreed with a smirk.

"Yeah, it'll be fun," Lorne smiled. "We can play travel scrabble. I don't know why but the travel version is just so much better."

Spike rolled his eyes and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and quickly lighting it.

"Spike, do you mind?" Buffy chided. "I prefer you not do that around the impressionable teenagers."

Spike rested his cigarette against his leg. "You don't know how impressionable."

Second Author's Note: Short chapter, I know. It's really short. I'm sorry but I wanted you to have this chapter but I didn't have long to write because I'm in a hurry. Review me, please!