Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS or Atvs If I did thing would be different, and maybe it might suck more.

Rating:  PG-13

Spoilers: Anything from Season 6 BTVS and 3 Atvs. 

A/n: This story is about what could happen after the season four of Angel and season 7 of Buffy.  So it is sometimes in the future so that when the new seasons begin I do not get spoiled and find myself unable to write because of that. Anyway I hope you enjoy and that you review my story.  Tchao.

Chapter Two.  Angel's POV:

          I feel a slight tug on my left side.  As if an arrow had passed through me.  I open my eyes and get out of my bed holding on to the side that hurts. I feel an urgency to leave my home.  To get away from this place, but most of all to distance myself from the woman that lies next to me tonight. Somehow I know that if I stay next to her she will be hurt and I surely do not want to do that.  

          I put on my clothes and slip away from the house.  I do not know where I am heading but I have to go.  I hear thunder and new stab of pain on my side.  This is feeling a little to familiar to me and with that thought I know that I have to put as mush distance between my fiancée and me.  But how could this be? The Powers had said that my soul was permanent that nothing in this world could take it away from me.  So why did it feel like someone was pulling at my soul.  As if I was loosing it or at least some part of it was dying.  I had to try at least to fight this.   I could not loose it, not now, not again. Maybe there was some good explanation but what he had to do was run.  Otherwise everyone he cared for would be dead.  His demon would take out his revenge on everyone he cared for starting with his son and his future wife.  He could feel the demon raging inside of him begging to come out a play.  No, Angelus never begged he ordered.

          But where could he go.  Who could he go to know that would be able to deal with his demon?  Or help him keep his soul intact.  " Why know?" I asked myself. " I have everything I ever wanted."

          I walk under the rain not sure where I am going but I know that I am heading in the right direction.  With every step the pain in my side is subsiding and I feel like I have better control of my demon.  After a few blocks I recognize where I am.  Caritas.  With the recognition comes another shooting pain on my side. Whatever is the cause of what is happening to me is inside of the bar.  I start to walk to the entrance and almost trip on a body on the floor.  A Bracchen demon, with a piece of wood in his eye socket, was sprawled on the floor a few steps from the door.  I jumped over it and went my way not even given the demon a second thought.  All I know that something inside of there was calling my name.

          " Angel cakes, You finally got here! Yelled Lorne as I approached the bar.  Caritas was deserted if you did not count the few people who were gathered by the stage looking at something.   Lorne took me by the arm before I even got the chance to say anything.  He was waiting for me? Did he know that I felt as if I was on the verge to loose my soul? I look at him, he was talking fast and gesticulating.  "  he looks like a green monkey in a yellow suit" I don't know where that thought comes from.  He is leading me to the place where they are gathered. 

          I can see over the shoulders of the people and the few demons there that they are looking at the body of someone. Female, with blond hair, still breathing but its very ragged, her heartbeat is faint. 

          " Did you call for an ambulance? I ask.  I feel my inside twitch.  I want to see the face of the woman.  I feel as if someone is squeezing my unbeating heart.  I hear one of the demons say:  " So that's a Slayer, Man I could have taken her?" 

          I stop.   I am not sure if I want to see this.  He said Slayer. Slayer. Blond. Slain Demon. Buffy.  Oh my god. No.  No! NO! Screams a voice inside of me.  No, that is not possible.  It can't be Buffy lying on that stage, dying.  She is in Sunnydale.  Slaying.  Alive.

          " I am sorry Angel Cakes, We ran outside as soon as we heard the fight but she was beaten to a pulp." I push away Lorne's comforting hand.  It is her.  She looks beaten and so frail.  I walk towards her and take her hand.  I bring it to my lips and kiss her bleeding knuckles.  " How could I let this happen" I think.  " I should have been there. I should have known." 

          I stay there with her hand in my hands till the paramedics arrive to take her to the hospital.  She is still alive but barely.  I only let go of her hand so they could put her in the ambulance.  I get in the ambulance with her.  The medic says something to me about family members only but Lorne replies or me by saying that she is my wife so they could let me enter.  When I hear that it stirs something on me.  Buffy and Wife together, but I brush the thought away, the same way that I am ignoring the pain on my side and the pull on my soul.  All that matters at the moment is that Buffy stays alive.

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          As soon as we get to the Hospital, they take her away from me.  I feel a terrible sense of loss when her hand is not in mine.  One of the nurse approaches me and tell me that she needs to ask me a few question about my wife? I want to tell her that she is not my wife, but I keep quiet.  She gives me a look of pity.  She tells me to sit and ask me a few routine questions.  What is her name?  Buffy Summers. Where does she live? 230 Revello Drive Sunnydale.  Does she have insurance? Yes. Is she allergic to anything?  I don't know. Do I want them to call anyone to be with me? Yes.  Dawn. Willow. They need to know.  I ask them for a phone.  They show it to me. "Oh my god! I can't do this".  I dialed the number but there is no answer.  I can wait. I will call them later.

          I go sit in the waiting room.  It is an agonizing wait.  I still fill the pull on my soul but I know that I am not loosing it.  Does this have anything to do with the slayer?

          "Excuse me, Mr. Summers, the doctor would like a word with you." I look at the nurse in surprise " Mr. Summers" than I remember the lie.  They think I am her husband.  I hope she is okay. I walk up to the set of doctors.  They explain to me that her condition is stable.  Didn't they just bring her in? I look at the clock and notice that I have been here for at least 3 hours.  She is in a coma though. They don't know if she will wake up.  There is no guarantee that she will ever wake up.  If my heart could beat it would have skipped right now.  She is alive but dead at the same time.  "Is this suppose to be good news for me?" I ask myself. She might never smile, laugh, and say one of quirky puns.  What good was that for me? My Buffy was asleep.  " My Buffy where does that come from?" I ask myself.  Maybe because I thought I was going to loose her or maybe the fear of loosing my soul was making me delirious.  I wish I could think more about it but I know that I have to call the others and tell them what was going on.