"You, sit. Let me show you that I am not your Buffy." Buffy sat Angel down on her bed and frowned at the sight. She walked over to her window and shut the curtains; she wasn't used to being around Angel in so much…light.

"Okay, now I will prove to you I am not the Buffy of this…world, or whatever this place is." She walked over to her closet and opened the door, reaching for her stakes. What she saw scared her. "Oh my god… my weapons… and my clothes… all pink!!!" Buffy shrieked, throwing the clothes off the hangers, looking for her black patrolling outfits. It was all pink, and there where short skirts.

"Buffy, are you already? Maybe we should take you to someone-"

"No! Angel, I can prove this to you. Okay… um, here take this…" Buffy grabbed a kitchen knife that was on the tray her mom had brought up from earlier and handed it to Angel. "Throw this at me, right in the heart."

"How can you ask me to do such a thing Buffy? I could never-"

She cut him off, realizing from the looks in his eyes that he wouldn't. She was getting really frustrated. "Alright, throw it by my head, so it misses, but still near. Okay? Do this for me; I got to prove I am not the same Buffy."

He stared at her skeptically. She acted like his Buffy, without all the ranting and extreme craziness but it still seemed like his Buffy. He sighed, shaking slightly as he threw the knife towards the wall, farther then Buffy had wanted but it was better then nothing.

As the knife passed by her head she grabbed it and caught it with her hand, without as much as a look at the knife. It was pretty easy; she had had worse things coming towards her face. She threw the knife into a shocked Angel's lap.

"See? Now, I need help getting home, there was this demon, and he was attacking me and Spike…"

He stared at the knife. That seemed impossible, catching a knife in mid-air? He looked up at her, his mouth open in wonder. She knew who he was, so what was he in her world? She seemed a little uncomfortable when he had touched her, where they not together? They were soul-mates, he was positive; they were to be together forever!

"Okay, let me explain." Buffy realized he was totally lost and confused. She had just performed a super-human ability, which was new to her previously vampire love. She sat down on the bed, crossed legged and Angel turned to her, wanting answers.

"In my world, Sunnydale is a Hellmouth. A Hellmouth is just like a breeding ground for everything evil: vampires, demons, blah. I am the Chosen One, a vampire slayer. I was born with super-human abilities and skill, my job it to kill all the bad things. Now for the confusing part."

"That seemed confusing enough…" He looked down at the knife and back up at her. She did seem more alert, and they way she tossed him earlier, he had a black bruise now, and it would take some time to heal.

"You, Liam. You were born long time ago. You were changed into a vampire. Crazy, yes. Anyway, you bit some Gypsy Chief's daughter and they put a curse on you, giving you back your soul. And you walked through the years, facing all the killing you have done. Believe me, you were a baddie. Lot's of people, you enjoyed a good kill. You found me and followed me, like a stalker, but you helped me. Anyway, when we had our first kiss, your face vamped out and I freaked out."

Buffy paused, seeing his face. She was leaving out a lot, but she was giving the abridged version, she was eager to find Spike, maybe he was also caught in this crazy world. He looked horrified, but she couldn't tell if it was the whole vampire thing, or the mass-murderer part.

"Anyway, we feel in love, soul mates and all that." She paused, smiling at him, she really did love Angel, but her Angel, she didn't know what to think of this one quite yet. "Then we had sex… and I woke up to Angelus. He is your vampire part. When Angel experiences a moment of true happiness, he loses his soul. Anyway, Angelus began this whole plan to kill and bring hell to earth, after all the scary stalking things he did to me. As we were fighting, his soul was brought back…"

Buffy paused, the bad memories rushing into her head; she looked away from Angel, who, caught in the story was confused. He touched her arm gently and she turned back, needing to finish the story.

"I brought him back and then killed him, sending him to a hell dimension. You came back later on, but after realizing you were just holding me back from my life, left me."

Angel didn't know what to believe. This was all impossible; there was no way any of this could possibly happen. "Buffy…"

"Let me finish," Buffy replied, almost snapping at Angel. She was not crazy, she knew who-and what she was. "Anyway, I want to go home, and I am sure you want your Buffy back, so if you would kindly direct me to Spike…"

"Spike? You mean the English exchange student William, the smoker who has the big crush on you?" Angel asked, his voice almost spitting out his name.

"Yes, that sounds about right, help me find him." Buffy said, searching in her closet for something somewhat decent and not pink to wear. She found jeans and slid them on, Angel not having the decency to turn around so she assumed they have seen each other naked before. She pulled off the shirt and found a dark green sweater in the back of her closet.

"Your kidding, you really want to go find William?" Angel asked, standing up. "Alright… but could you try and act like our Buffy? No… vampire stories and things." He asked kindly, knowing he had to help her; he loved her even if she claimed to be someone else.

"Fine, I can do that and defend you at the same time." She smiled, which caused his confusing thoughts to fade away as he smiled back at Buffy, getting up. He slid his arm around her waist, causing her to tighten slightly, but she didn't pull away.