Title: The Secret Son Author: Static-Disturbed Summary: I'm back with the Fourth chapter to this story. I know that I should be more focused on updating 'Grow Up' than this story but a plot came first for this one, what can I do? Anyway I've been away for a long while. I'm back now. Enjoy. This probably sucks but this is my first time writing in a long time so I need to get back in the swing of things. Disclaimer: They aren't mine, just the plot is.

"Hi Angel.... how are you?...Hey Angel, what's up?....Angel, Hi!..." Buffy groaned at herself in the mirror and fell backwards onto her bed. She hadn't been on a real date in a while and her nerves were getting the best of her. It didn't help that she was going out with Angel. It was actually pretty nice to be going out with Angel. He was gorgeous, he made her feel like she had never felt before, and to top it all off he knew, and shared, all of her deepest darkest secrets. Ever since she had been called her life had revolved around slaying and a social life had basically been tossed into the garbage. Of course when she came to Sunnydale Willow and Xander learned her secret and had helped ease her loneliness. But in the end they were still normal kids. Someday they would go off to college and then get married. They would have careers and families and Buffy would still be hunting demons in the dark. It was a comfort to know she wasn't the only one doomed to fight evil until they died young.

Angel's mind was working a mile a minute. A date. It kind of sucked that his first date ever was with a girl that made him forget to breathe when she walked into a room. Because he was nervous as hell and he knew he was going to wind up doing something embarrassing. He had no idea what to do on a date. He couldn't dance, and he had never even held a girls hand, let alone kiss one. But he was also excited, because something about Buffy made him feel...he didn't even know how to explain how she made him feel. But it was definitely good. Her house came into his vision and he froze. The flowers in his hand shook in fear. This was ridiculous! He had faced countless vampires and demons over his existence and a teenage girl was causing him to be paralyzed in fear. Shaking it off he started up the front stairs and found himself on her porch with one finger pressed to the bell. The door swung open almost immediately and her angelic smile greeted him.

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The motorcycle came to a slow halt outside of the apartment complex and the driver pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. Glancing at the address on the paper he matched it to the building in front of him. He cut the ignition of his bike and dropped the kickstand. Slowly he pulled his helmet from his head and placed it on one of the bike handles. He glanced around the small town. It was hard to believe what many saw as this little suburban slice of heaven was in all actuality the hellmouth. He stopped at each apartment door, looking for the right number. Finally he came to his destination and took a deep breath as he turned his back on everything he had been raised to do.

The doorbell startled Giles from his deep concentration. He was sitting at his kitchen table with a bottle of Scotch and several books laid out in front of him. Slowly he got up and made his way to the door. He had no idea who it was. The man on the other side was thin with round glasses and a short mop of slightly curly brown hair on his head. He was clad in a leather jacket that looked to be a little too big for him and black jeans. If it weren't for the serious look on the young mans face Giles might have not been able to hold back a little laughter at the sight of a textbook nerd dressed like a biker.

"Rupert Giles?" the stranger questioned in a familiar British accent.

"Who might I ask wants to know?" Giles questioned.

"My name is Wesley Windom Price. I am formerly of the Watchers Council of England" the man recited. One word caught Giles's attention.

"Formerly?"

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"I'm sorry" Angel repeated over and over again from where he lay on the ground, completely dishshelved. Buffy sighed. She had actually been having a real teeange girl moment that didn't involve vampires. And then her and her dates destiny had rushed them from the bushes.

"It's not your fault," she said but he could hear the sadness in her voice. She stared down at the dirt and the giant tear in her dress. Angel wiped the vampire dust from his white dress shirt and got up from the ground. Their night had been going perfectly for about five minutes. Their at first romantic walk to the bronze had been interrupted by a gang of vampires. But these vamps hadn't been of the normal variety. They were super strong, like they were on steroids and had specifically targeted Angel and asked for him by name. They hadn't even bothered with Buffy, they had ignored that she was even there until she got in the middle of the fight with her stake. There had been about seven of them and even though Angel had told her he could handle it Buffy had thrown herself into the fight without even thinking. It was a slayers instinct to fight, especially when someone she cared about was at risk. Angel started to walk towards her but cursed as his ankle slipped from underneath him and he fell back to the ground once again. It was obviously sprained or broken Buffy realized leaning down to his height. She forgot all about her ripped dress and all of her concern was focused on Angel.

"Let me see" she said softly. He was gritting his teeth and trying not to let the pain show but she knew it was hurting him. She rolled up his pants leg slowly and examined the swollen ankle.

"I can't tell how bad it is Angel," she told him softly looking up to his face. She found him just staring at her, the pain almost gone from his face. He snapped out of his trance and tried his best to sit up.

"It's ok, it'll be healed in a day or two. Let's just get out of here before more dead hit men with my name on their list show up" he said letting her help him up. She took one of his large arms and wrapped it around her tiny shoulders. Angel tried his best not to put his weight on his bad ankle and also did his best not to crush the petite slayer with his body weight. He had hoped at some point in the night she would let him put his arms around her, this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind but at least they were touching. And as awkward as the position was, inside they both felt electricity running through their veins just from being close to the other.

"So they were friends of yours?" Buffy asked as they wobbled away. Angel shook his head.

"No, but I wish I knew who sent them".