Author's Note: I have just recently finished this story, and I am not sure about it. I would love feedback. Thanks. By the way, I do not own any of the Buffy characters. I own Jack, Myles, Iggy, Donavan, and any other side characters that have never appeared in Angel or Buffy.
"So, Boss, what are we going to do?" Lorne sat down beside Cordelia in Angel's new office at Wolfram & Hart. Wesley, Gunn and Fred also sat around the office, as well as Spike, all looking at Angel.
For the past three months, the 'fang gang' had been in control of the evil law office. The group was adjusting well, but had received a very disturbing phone call yesterday from Willow in Sunnydale. No one in Sunnydale had heard from Buffy Summers the resident slayer since the end of May. It was now the beginning of September. Almost all the original scoobies had returned to Sunnydale during the summer. Oz, Giles, Willow, Xander, Anya, Faith, and Michaela Tomasi, a woman who had helped them a few years ago. Dawn Summers, however, had gone to live in Spain with her father, stepmother, and a surprise to everyone who knew Buffy, their brothers. Faith had been sprung from jail a week ago, when the watcher's council got word that Buffy was MIA. The news of Buffy's disappearance had greatly disturbed Angel and his friends who had recently heard from an en-souled Spike what had conspired in Sunnydale over the past year.
"What do you mean, what are we going to do? Spike jumped up from his seat. "We'll do everything we can to find Buffy."
"Now, just wait a minute. I am just as worried about Buffy as you, but," Cordy glared at Spike. "In case you didn't notice, Angel is the boss, not you."
"It's alright Cordy, he's right." They all turn to look at Angel, who looked sadder then, usual. "We'll start by searching for a receipt or credit card trail..."
"But if you were smart, you'd know anyone who didn't want to be found, would pay in cash." Everyone turned to see a small, black clad figure walk into the office. The small figure had pitch-black hair that reached just past her shoulders. Her eyes, covered by black sunglasses. A black T-shirt, black leather pants, and a black leather duster, complete with black boots, covered her. At first the group didn't recognize the figure-as her voice was lower, harder-but as she removed her sunglasses, they were shocked to see the normally green eyes a shocking icy silver.
Suddenly twelve guards ran into the room and stopped as they saw the figure slowly turn towards them, but otherwise didn't move. The head guard looked to Angel, sweating.
"Mr. Angel, I'm sorry. This...criminal walked right through security, and evaded us several times." They moved towards the girl. "We'll remove her right away." But before Angel could shout a warning to them, the figure reacted. It was almost too quick to see, but within seconds, the guards were all lying on the floor groaning, with the figure looking down at them with a smirk on her face.
"I thought I told you I was tired, and didn't want to play." She looked up as Angel whispered her name.
"Buffy." She smiled, but it wasn't her old quirk, it was a smile laced with pain, anger and old humor.
"Hey Angel, lost some weight." Buffy's silver eyes glinted in the light.
"You too!" As the group looked her over, that was all Angel could say.
Buffy did a little twirl, laughing at herself. "Yeah, instead of 119, I'm 110. In my line of work, you lose weight whether you want to or not."
"What is your line of work?" Spike stared intently at Buffy. At that point, the smile slid off of Buffy's face and she walked out of the office. The group looked at Angel before he got up and followed Buffy out of the room.
"Buffy, Buffy!" Angel jumped into the elevator, where he had thought Buffy had just gone. Just as the doors closed, small but strong hands pulled him close to a small body. The force of Buffy pulling Angel towards her pushed them against the wall. The elevator doors had closed, but it wasn't moving. Buffy captured Angel's mouth in a vicious kiss. Their tongues fought and danced together. Angel forgot Buffy had just been missing for 3 months, and about the curse and just melted into Buffy's passionate kiss. Just as Angel started to push against Buffy and get more into the kiss, she broke it off and pushed Angel off her. He slammed into the opposite wall, and when he looked up at her, she was smiling and wiping her mouth.
"Wow, Angel" Buffy started to laugh. "You are still a poof and as broody as ever."
"What?"
"I leave for 3 months, and you're still as full of sexual tension as ever. It's called a one night stand, buddy."
"Buffy, wha...?"
"Well, you did relieve a little bit of the tension, but it was like...two years ago." When Angel gave her a blank stare, Buffy rolled her eyes. "You. Darla. A little boy named Connor. Well, now he's like 19, but that's thanks to a hell dimension. But he did spend two years here...and wait, you didn't find the time to call a certain slayer up and tell her, did you!" Buffy was seething.
"Buffy, I..."
"No, Angel. I don't want excuses." Buffy's face returned so quickly to it's now normal calm, it scared Angel. "I just want to meet him." Now it was Angel's turn to get mad.
"You just waltz in here after being MIA for three months, kiss me, and expect to let you meet my son." Buffy got dreamy look in her eyes.
"I did waltz didn't I!" Angel looked incredulously at her.
"Buffy!" But before he could do anything else, Buffy rushed up and gripped Angel by the neck and held him up, off the ground, against the wall. Angel marveled at her strength, although she was normally very strong, her strength was now above his strength and possibly stronger then any foe Angel had faced.
"What I have done in the past three months is none of your business. What I do in my life, is none of your business. And if I wanted to really meet your son, I wouldn't ask your permission. But out of the minuscule ounce of generosity I have left in my system, I asked. So what do you say, pop!"
"10th floor." Angel spluttered out. Buffy dropped Angel and went to push the tenth floor button. When the doors opened, Buffy stepped out and left Angel behind. When he stepped out, he saw Buffy's black form walking towards Connor, who was training, by himself.
Angel walked over just as Buffy was introducing herself to Connor.
"Hi, Connor? I'm Buffy, Buffy Summers." Buffy held out her hand to Connor who with a quick look to his dad, shook her hand.
"I don't think I've ever heard of you..."
"No. You wouldn't have, but I'm an old acquaintance of your dad's." Buffy was smiling.
"How do you two know each other?" Connor got a curious smile on his face, one that Angel hadn't seen in months.
"We..." Angel started to say, but Buffy cut him off.
"I'm an old girlfriend." She said like it was nothing. "Broke up, cause I sent your dad to hell." Buffy grinned wildly as Connor's face lit up.
"You're the one that did that?"
"That's not the whole story." Angel had a bad feeling about this.
"What is?"
"We should get together, one time. I could tell you." Buffy was still grinning, but suddenly looked down at a canvas watch on her wrist. "Here." Buffy took out a piece of paper from her jacket pocket and wrote a number on it, then handed it to Connor. "This is my cell number, call me anytime." She started back to wards the elevator. Half way there, she turned and walked backwards. "It was nice meeting you Connor." She winked at him, then stepped inside the elevator and was gone. Connor turned to his dad.
"How come you never told me about her? She seems like one of your better friends."
Angel looked at the closed elevator doors. "She's not my friend, never was."
"But she said she was an old girlfriend. Is she an enemy?"
"Maybe!"