A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Your comments were all lovely! And to who asked if this was set after "The Girl In Question"... if it makes sense, then yes! I never watched Season 5 Angel except for a bit of one episode so... I really wouldn't know. This chapter was a bit rushed so it might be a bit crappy, sorry about that! I'll go for a chapter update soon! Thanks again!

Chapter 3

"Buffy." He said, staying behind the door to avoid contact with the sun.

"That's m'name. Don't wear it out." Buffy said, looking down.

"Well, I um... I wasn't expecting you. Well, I guess I was forty seconds ago, but--"

"Yeah, I... I'm wacky in the state of surprises."

"That's why I lo--" She looked up. "--ve to have you around."

"Oh." She shuffled her feet a bit. Awkward silence. "Look, I'm sorry for just... bursting in like this. I didn't mean to. I just... um... well, I-I figured I had enough of Europe and... I missed the good ol' US of A."

"It's really all right." Angel said, then opened the door a bit wider. "Come in."

She didn't argue and stepped into the grand building.

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"Very furnished." She complimented after patching up a bit.

"Fred says I should be an interior decorator."

"You really wouldn't be too bad at that."

"It's very soothing."

Buffy looked around and walked up to admire a great oil painting on the wall. He followed. They both stared up at the 2-D important-looking man for a few minutes, then turned to walk to the main room. She dropped her purse onto a nearby glass table and sighed, putting her hands on her hips.

"I feel guilty."

"For what?" He inquired.

"For dumping myself on you out of the blue. So unexpected."

"Really, it's ok--"

"Yeah, I know. Maybe that's what's bothering me."

"Come again?"

"I don't..." She exhaled, trying to explain. "It isn't supposed to be okay. I'm supposed to come in when you're really hectic and too busy with another girl to give a care in the world about me. Maybe it's the fact that, even when you don't expect me, you sort of... still do. You know?"

He nodded. "You know I'll never not... expect you." He said uncomfortably.

"I do. And it's not supposed to be like that, Angel! You're supposed to go into the next step in your life and show me that what I feel night and day is just stupid and immature! That the things that run through my head are just... That I'm just being dense for not moving on."

"But you're not." He took a step towards her. "Buffy, what happened between us isn't ever going to leave. You know that. I know that. The day that stops is when you stop adoring cookie dough fudge mint chip ice cream."

She looked up, something clicking in her mind. "What?"

"What happened isn't ever--"

"No, I mean... after that. What did you say?"

He looked at her, trying to remember what he said. "'When you stop adoring cookie dough fudge mint chip ice cream?'"

"How did you know that?" Buffy asked, frowning. "H-how did you know that was my favourite kind of ice cream?"

"We a--" He stopped himself. "You told me."

"No, I didn't." Her eyes widened, something beginning to emerge in her mind. "I don't remember any ice cream mention in our conversations. And I remember our conversations pretty well, Angel."

FLASH: Buffy in bed with Angel, licking ice cream off his chest.

"I'm pretty sure you just--"

"No." Buffy suddenly closed her eyes painfully, grabbing her head. "No, no, no. I never ever said that. Ever!"

FLASH: The two of them in the sewers, looking down the mucky darkness. "Sewer number one it is." Buffy sighed.

"Buffy?" Angel asked, getting worried. "Are you...?"

FLASH: "It was rude. We should go kill it." "I'm free."

FLASH: Angel kissing her in the daylight.

STOP!!! Her head felt like bursting open. What's happening to me?!!