Rating: PG
Summary: Takes place a five months after Darla stakes herself (again).
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters… It all belongs to Joss Whedon and co.
A/N: Erm… please don't forget to review!
Chapter 6- Mummy
Darla shook her head. She opened her mouth and was about to say something when she was interrupted by a cry from Angel's room.
"Connor." Angel muttered and began towards his bedroom.
Darla intersected him and marched into the room before him. Angel raised his eyebrows.
Buffy clutched Connor to her chest and bounced him up and down. Darla growled and pulled Connor from her arms.
"Hi, I'm fine he's just-." Buffy stopped and looked straight at Darla. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd stick around. You know for my son?" Darla narrowed her eyes.
Buffy glared daggers at Darla and tried to snatch Connor back.
"Give him to me." Buffy demanded.
"Shut up, bitch. He's my son."
"Does Angel know you're here?"
"Yes, I asked her to stay."
Buffy turned to face Angel. "What?"
"Well I thought Connor needed his mum."
"I can be his mum." Buffy pleaded. "She'll kill him."
"That's not how she does things."
Darla ignored them both and looked down at Connor, who had now stopped crying and was looking up at her with wide eyes.
Buffy sighed impatiently.
"Give her a chance."
"A chance? After everyone she's killed you think she deserves a chance?"
"Well the Powers That Be think so."
Buffy threw up her hands in frustration.
Connor babbled happily.
"Hey, that's not fair. He's never done that with me and I've been looking after him for the last few months!" Buffy whined.
Angel smiled. He watched Darla as she lifted Connor into the air. She's a natural.
Darla's smiled grew wider when she show the look of utmost disbelieve on Buffy's face. Darla put Connor back into his cot.
"I'm gonna go."
"Go where?" Angel asked. "I thought you said you were staying?"
"I'm going back to my flat."
"Right." Angel looked at her. She was soaked. "Do you want to dry off first?"
Darla considered her options. She could either dry off here like Angel offered and annoy Buffy. Or she could go back and dry off. Darla grinned.
"Thanks."
"There's a room upstairs you can use."
Darla walked out.
Buffy turned to Angel. "I don't believe it."
"What?"
"You're being nice to her."
"Yeah but she might be different now."
"You'll be asking her to stay here next." Buffy rolled her eyes.
Angel however was deep in his thoughts. That won't be such a bad idea. He slowly nodded.
"Please tell me you're not asking her to stay here."
"Well it's an option."
Buffy growled frustratedly and stormed out.
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Darla put a towel around herself as she turned on the water in the shower. She heard a door close. Angel. Darla padded out of the bathroom, clutching the towel to her.
The second Angel saw her he looked away.
"Don't be such a baby. You've seen me wearing much less than this." Darla smirked.
"Yeah, well…" Angel refused to look at her. "I need to talk to you after you've finished so…"
"Talk about what?" Darla asked suspiciously.
"I'll wait 'til you've finished. Why are you having a shower anyway?"
"Well, I'm wet and muddy. Do you really expect me to go back like this?"
"Well…" Angel looked up at her. He immediately dropped his gaze. That towel covered practically nothing.
Darla sighed. "Well if you wanna wait here, I'll be back in a bit."
Angel heard Darla walk back into the bathroom. He let out the breath he had been holding. Angel sat down heavily on the bed. She has a great body. Angel mentally slapped himself. What the hell was he thinking about? Sure, she has a great body (there he goes again) but still, that doesn't change anything. Angel listened to the faint patter of water coming from inside the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Darla reappeared at the bathroom door, still having that minuscule towel around her and another towel on her head.
"So what do you want to talk about?" Darla sat down next to Angel.
"Could you get dressed first?"
"Just get on with it."
"Well… I was thinking… would it be better if you stayed here? I mean if you wanted to… and you could see Connor more often… it would be easier and…"
"You're babbling." Darla smiled.
"I know. Because I know you probably don't wasn't to. And there will be a few rules but…"
"What sort of rules?"
"Like drinking pigs blood?"
Darla wrinkled her nose in disgust. Angel smiled. He had to admit she did look quite cute when she did that.
"You know I only drink human blood."
"I know. But do it for Connor."
Darla thought carefully. "Fine. What else?"
"Don't kill anyone."
Darla growled. "Jesus Christ!"
"You don't have to stay here if you don't want to."
"I think I will." Darla grinned evilly. The slayer's gonna hate this, she thought to herself.
Angel smiled. "Good. Do you have all of your stuff?"
"Yeah."
"OK."
Darla pulled the towel out of her hair. Her blonde hair tumbled to her shoulders. Angel had a strong urge to reach out and run his fingers through her hair. Darla shook her head, sending droplets of water all over Angel.
"Hey!"
Darla grinned. "What? Don't you like getting wet?"
Angel shook his head. "You know, you haven't changed a bit."
"I don't change."
Angel grinned. "Yeah."
Darla looked at his through her lashes.
"What?" Angel frowned.
"We're not trying to kill each other."
Angel laughed. He looked at Darla and leaned forward. Their mouths centimetres apart.
The door opened. They pulled away abruptly.
Angel turned to see Buffy standing at the door.
"I can't believe you asked her to stay!"
"Well it would be better…" Angel looked at Darla who was trying not to meet his eyes.
Buffy looked furious. She turned on her heels and stomped off closing the door behind her.
Angel sighed. She did choose the right moments didn't she?
To Be Continued…
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