Thanks for Sonya who beta this for me, you did a great job. Hugs!!!

And as for KittenBug497 thanks for all the great ideas and feedback!!!

A/N someone accused me of stilling this piece from an author called Dawn Summers girl a fic named "Vampire and Slayers", I think… I have to comment about it and say that I never copied my work from ANYONE!!! I worked nights and days picking the songs and betas and if after all the hard work I'm putting some is accusing me of stilling then maybe it's not worth it, it's not worth writing and be accused of that! (Sniffing now…)

On to the fic…

Chapter 12

Anne walked slowly, contemplating her next move.

She had to go see him now. Even if it means losing her sanity in the face of her lover…even if it means going back to the hell she tried to forget. She needed to remember.

She embraced herself as she knocked on the wooden door of the Crawford street mansion.

Connor opened the door. He stood there in a blue faded T-shirt, black jeans and ruffled hair. He looked miserable.

"Hi" he managed to say.

"May I come in?" Ann asked, politely.

"Yah, sure". He welcomed her in and closed the door behind him.

"Um…do you want something to drink? Eat?"

"No, thanks. I actually came to see your father, is he here?"

Connor suddenly looked upset with her but she hadn't a clue why, exactly.

"He's upstairs, do you want me to get him?"

"No, he'll probably be down here in a minute".

There was a brief moment of silent, then.

"So you're from the future?"

"Yes." She sat on the couch indicating him to follow her. "Are you o.k.?"

Connor was surprised that she was so perceptive to what he was suddenly feeling.

She smiled at him, "You get this serious broody look just like your dad does when he's upset."

He laughed and the tension broke. "Yeah, I guess I do. So I guess it is not easy for you ha?"

"Nope" she waved her head. "My other me really hates me. I have no where to stay, my friends' think I'm a slut and the only one who is nice enough to me is the one who should hate me."

"Who?"

"Spike"

"Oh"

"Yes, but it could be worse" she chirped.

"Well, I don't know about that. After you left the magic shop a lot has happened." He saw her lift her brow in curiosity as he continued, "Buffy felt that dad wasn't so supportive of her, defending you and all, they apparently fought and then I burst in on them and well she…um…"

"I know." .

"You…how?"

"The future. Remember me, coming from there? It all happened."

"Wow" he was stunned, "So, this conversation that we are having already happened? You know exactly what I would say?"

She smiled at him, trying not to offend him. "Sort of Connor, but not exactly. You see…in this version of the past, each event that has occurred and the one's that are still to come are changing everything in the future, even the smallest thing will take effect."

He looked confused and she continued, "In my time, Angel came to see me only…I wasn't upstairs looking at my future self, I was downstairs with the gang. He came because Willow invited him over, asking for his help. We had a big fight outside my home about Spike and I, then you came all of the sudden and I freaked and ran away."

"Wow! Um…did you make up? Did you forgive dad?"

She looked at him sadly, almost reaching her hand to touch him, "No, we never met again until….well you know, with Angelus and all".

"Why were you so upset?"

"It's hard to explain exactly Connor, I…I guess that moving on is always hard, especially when the other has moved further then yourself. Your father left me and he got back with the bitch…um…Darla and I felt betrayed." But not as betrayed as afterwards."I…can we just skip it or something?"

She pleaded with her eyes asking him to let it go.

"I know" he smiled suddenly.

"Know?" she got curious.

"I know now why dad fell in love with you."

She blushed at his statement and diverted her gaze. "You know Connor, despite your father's past and the way you were brought up you turned up to be a great guy, even in the future."

Now it was his turn to blush.

Someone cleared his throat and they both turned around to see Angel.

Connor stood up and mumbled something about going to the magic shop.

When he closed the door behind him, Angel got closer. He was leaning on the wall not far from her.

"Buff…um…Anne, is something wrong?"

Anne smiled shakily, she couldn't quite distinguish him from Angelus yet, of course there was the smell and attitude but the body screamed the same. Cruel or not, he was her mate and nothing will ever change that.

"I heard you had an argument with Buffy."

He moved his fingers through his hair and her heart skipped a beat. How she wanted to touch that silken hair of his…to feel the soft hairs on her small fingers.

"Is that why you came here?"

"You're upset with me." She stated with knowledge, knowledge he couldn't deny anymore.

"Things are complicated now" he partially admitted.

She laughed bitterly, "Things are far from complicated now Angel, what you have now is heaven on earth. You have no idea what's to come. You think that everything you went through will prepare you for the future?" she put her hands on her hips.

He smirked as he moved from the wall. She was so much like the Buffy he remembered; only the bitter sadness in her eyes reassured him she wasn't the same.

"Well, Anne, if you know what's to come why won't you tell me about it?"

She flinched from his words. She couldn't…she won't. Even if…what would she say?

"I see".

"See what?" she demanded.

"Why did you really come to see me?" he asked, ignoring her question. His chocolate eyes barrowed into her green eyes, hypnotizing her, making her forget everything around her, the past, the future. Everything. It was just the two of them and the world stopped moving then.

"I…" she had to get away from him, from this horrible situation, she thought she could handle it, she thought she'd be strong enough to face him after all this time but she was wrong. Being with him always brought to the surface everything she is or was, everything she's feeling. Somehow Angel always made her self conscious about herself.

Angel watched her body as it prepared to walk out the door, or rather run out the door. He knew her movements so well that it hurt him to think about it. He knew she was about to run and as she made the smallest movement, a movement that the human eye would never notice, he caught her. Being so near to her and smelling himself on her, even if it was Angelus, made him quiver. He felt sad and loved, mad and exited and above all he felt aroused.

She wasn't having a great time either. Being so close to him but at the same time so far…it thrilled her beyond anything she'd expected.

He crushed her to him. His hands removing a strand of hair from her face, his lips barley touching hers, he whispered in her ears that he's sorry…that he loves her.

"Please baby, don't run away from me, I missed you so much! I love you…I can't stop thinking about you…I want to hold you again, make love to you, feel you, smell you, taste you, only you my love. I don't care what you call yourself now. I knew you…I know you! Let me help you again, let me help you fight…Buffy…I need you…"