"Oh my god, Angel… sorry, I just didn't want you to get dusted!" Buffy apologized, getting up and going over to Angel, who lay on his back in pain.

"Dusted? Damnit Buffy, What are you talking about? How did you do that to me? Ow!" He winced, sitting up. He couldn't believe his small Buffy had thrown him into the air.

"Angel, I didn't want you to die… you were stupid enough to come here during the day, are you asking to die?" Buffy demanded angrily. She assumed he wouldn't be hurt, he was a vampire, and he's taken far worse abuse then being pushed. At least I still have my slayer powers…

"Buffy," Angel wheezed, "Why would I die?" He sat up, holding his chest. He lifted up his shirt and looked to his back, where a black bruise was already forming. Buffy turned him around, running her hand over it. Angel has had bruises before, but from taking hard hits, nothing that weak.

"What are you?" Buffy asked, stepping away from Angel, horrified. First her mom was alive, and Dawn doesn't exist, and now Angel was- not a vampire. He looked at her as if she was insane.

"Buffy! It's me, Liam! Human being and your boyfriend for 5 years!" He shouted, slowly standing up, holding his chest. Buffy covered her mouth, letting out a quiet squeal. Angel… human?!

Buffy raced down the stairs and out the door, slamming it shut. She had to find out where she was, this was not her home. She ran swiftly without getting tired, she was relieved she still had her abilities. She raced into the graveyard and what she saw caused her to stumble and fall onto the ground.

"It's empty…" Buffy stammered, getting up and brushing herself off. There were only scattered tombstones. It was like there haven't been so many deaths. She couldn't believe it. She walked through, and noticed how they all read about people who died at late ages. "What world did I fall into?" Buffy whispered, horrified.

Buffy blasted into the crypt, the door falling onto the ground. "Spike?! Spike!" She called out, looking around. Spike was no where to find. In fact, it was just a tomb. No TV, no beer bottles, no fridge of beer…nothing. She sighed, wondering if Spike existed. Angel exists as human… so shouldn't Spike?

Buffy knocked on Xander's door. She was ready to break it down if he didn't answer soon. She sighed with relief as Xander opened the door. He had a blanket wrapped around his waist. He blinked a few times. "Hey Buffy… what's up?"

"Oh, I am so glad you're here!" Buffy said desperately, she hugged him, causing Xander to just stare at her.

"Are you okay Buffy?" He asked, looking at her strangely.

"Angel was at my house! In daylight! Xander… Angel was human."

"As apposed to being a….?" Xander asked, watching her curiously. He wondered if she was sick, she sure looked like crap, her hair was all messy and her clothes had dirt all over them.

Buffy's face turned upset as her joy flooded from her body. Xander thought Angel was human, what was going on?! She didn't like this world… she regretted her wish to have a normal life, this was too crazy. Her confusion turned to anger. She didn't want this, she wanted to go home! She punched the wall next to her, causing a large indent and wide eyes from Xander.

"Holy shit Buffy! How did you do that?! That was cement!" He was astonished, and Buffy just glared at him, his smile vanished. She looked pissed. "Um, Buffy… I have to work, so I'm just going to close the door… I will, um, call you later." He shut the door and Buffy heard him lock it right afterwards.

"I guess I should go home… maybe I can find something out there," Am I really dating Angel? He left… but I guess since he is not a vampire, he didn't leave to L.A., but rather stayed here with me. She sighed and started walking back to her house, depressed.

As she walked down the street she noticed how happy everything seemed. It was almost scary to Buffy how happy everyone was, maybe she should stay in this world, its better then the Sunnyhell she knew. If everything was so perfect, why did she want to go back?

"Buffy, Your okay! Angel cried out, wrapping his arms affectionately around her. Buffy thought back to when he left her, and when he was Angelus and choked back a sob. She felt warmth with him she had not with the Angel she knew… but the Angel she knew was the one she fell in love with.

"Angel… we need to talk…" She whispered, looking up at him. He stared back at her, adoration in his eyes.

"Alright Buffy," he whispered back, holding onto her. She noticed human or not, he still looked at her the same way, although her Angel had something else in his eyes… Angel wanted her but they couldn't be together, while this Angel would age and nothing would stop them from staying together forever.

She sat down on her bed, Angel sitting down next to him. She wasn't used to being with him in the day; well she had been with him before, but never with light shining into the room.

"Listen, Angel, I'm not Buffy. I look like Buffy, I talk like Buffy, and probably act like Buffy, but I don't think the Buffy of this world was the slayer."

"What?!"