OK here is chapter 6!!!! And I'm gonna make a deal with you guys, I only have one story that I have never received a single review for, The Dawn Chronicles: Halloween. It just bugs me because it's the only one without a review. So here's the deal, if I get at least one review for TDC: H, I will post two chapters at once!!! So if want a double update send me a review.-tizzy (PS-Extra Big Hugs to everyone who sends me reviews for anything)

Now here's the story....

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Buffy sat at the bus stop the next day waiting for the 11:30 to take her to the library. She was anxious this was the longest she had ever been out without Angel since they had left Sunnydale. But she didn't feel that profound sense of freedom she probably should instead she felt scared. Scared that somehow they would find her and after that she didn't want to think about what would happen. Buffy hated having to look over her shoulder all the time. She hated feeling helpless, she had purposefully taken every self defense class she could in Sunnydale. She never wanted to be a victim, she had learned the hard way though that you could be a black belt and still be put in jeopardy. She shook off the thought as she saw the bus approaching.

'Great now only two stops until the library,' Buffy though to herself while she was looking for a seat.

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Working at the loading docks defiantly had its disadvantages, there was the always smelling like the cigarettes, fish, and grim; and then the fact that you made nothing for a lot of really hard work. It was the latter that annoyed Angel the most, the fact that if it weren't for Doyle hooking them up with a place to stay he would never have been able to support Buffy and himself. He never really thought of sending Buffy off to work, he probably should have but he guessed in his head he thought if Buffy had a job it meant they were putting down roots. Roots lead to being caught and lead to accepting there new lives.

"Hey, Devlin! We need you over here." Angel looked up from his measly lunch and let his thoughts go when his supervisor, Ted, called him. "We have another freighter coming in; need to get everything unloaded of this truck then loaded on to it. You're on the unloading team."

"Alright I'll get to it then." Angel answered. It was getting to the point where he almost felt like his name really was Devlin. Instead of it just being the name he ripped off from his dead great grandfather. It had really only been a coincidence that Buffy's middle name and his great grandmother's first name were the same. But it made it easier for them to keep up there identities if they felt a little real.

In fact, Angel often thought about how he was supposed to be named after his grandfather. But after his mother went through such a difficult pregnancy with him she decided to call him Angel because they had both survived.

His mother had been diagnosed with cancer six months into her pregnancy. He had never been told exactly what was wrong except 'Cancer they found it late'. She had refused treatment during her pregnancy so the cancer had spread fast. By the time Angel was born there was nothing they could do but wait. She died when he was three months old. No one really knew what had happened to his father except that he wasn't in the picture. So Angel was sent off to live with his grandparents, after attending boarding schools in the east for most of his life. Angel had decided to come back to Sunnydale permanently by attending UC Sunnydale. But it wasn't meant to be before he even finished his firstyear he had been literally run out of town.

"Liam man, hey stop day-dreaming about your hot little wife, and help us unload this thing!" Angel looked up at the voice that had called his name seeing it was Gunn. Gunn was a street thug who worked on the docks to help support the kids in his neighborhood. Angel though he was a good guy honest and loyal. The two were friendly at work, but it was an accident that Gunn had met Buffy at all.Angel had accidentally cut his hand a couple days before and Gunn had called Buffy when Angel had refused to go the hospital.

Angel knew that Gunn probably didn't think his real name was Liam and understood his reluctance to go to the hospital. Hospitals meant records, and Gunn knew that pretty much everyone who worked the docks didn't want any of the authorities to find them.

"Hey you saw my wife! It's pretty damn hard not to think about her." Angel joked back.

"Yeah sure, you better get to work before that psycho-robot of a boss of ours decides to fire your ass and then your little woman leaves you because you can't support her!" Gunn pointed out.

"Whatever lets just unload this thing and then maybe we can all go home." Angel replied and then started to pull crates off the freighter.