The Other Woman Challenge by Pyro Bear

Buffy, after her union with Angel, became pregnant. After hiding it from everyone, she gives the baby to Angel when he leaves Sunnydale. Years later, when she finally thinks it's time to go back for her child. Only, when she does go back to LA, she witnesses something, her child calling someone else "Mom".

Requirements:
-Buffy's feelings about seeing this.

Options:
-The other woman can be anyone: Faith, Cordy, Fred, Nina, other.
-The child can be almost any age
-The child can be male or female.

Angel does not die because the portal hadn't opened yet when he got his soul back. So, Angel has more time to cope with the news that he and Buffy can never be together and realizes that Buffy brings up too many memories of what he did as Angelus. By the middle of Season Three, their love has faded, although Angel will always care about Buffy. Angel leaves at about that time, although he's not happy that Buffy abandoned their children to him when he has no clue how to raise them.

Prologue

Angel looked down at the babies in his arms, watching his ex-lover's back as she walked away. He was a father. Him. The Scourge of Europe. A vampire. He was the father of two beautiful babies, and he was all alone with no idea how to raise them. But he'd promised to take them with him to Los Angeles. Silently, the tall figure faded into the night, cradling two babies beneath his duster.

"Now the Powers didn't tell me about this." An Irish voice whistled.

Angel spun around, a bottle in his hands. He'd arrived in L.A. twomonths ago, even found a vampire-friendly apartment, all to keep his children safe, the last thing he needed was some demon trying to hurt them.

"Who are you?" he growled, hovering over the crib protectively.

"Doyle." The Irishman said, playing with a pack of cards.

"You don't smell human." Angel told him, his eyes flashing gold.

Doyle took no notice.

"Now that's a bit rude, so happens that I am very much human." He sneezed and blue spikes popped out all over his face. "On my mother's side." He shook his head and the spikes disappeared.

"Well, I come in uninvited," Doyle continued, walking past Angel, "so you know I'm not a vampire like yourself."

"What do you want?" Angel asked warily.

"I've been sent by the Powers That Be." Doyle replied nonchalantly.

"The Powers That Be what?" Angel asked.

"Let me tell you a little bedtime story." Doyle answered.

"But I'm not sleepy." Angel replied sarcastically.

If this Doyle guy was going to attack, Angel hoped it would happen soon, before he really did get sleepy. The only reason he hadn't attacked the half-demon already was his children- no need for them to see excess violence. Which was why Angel was going to kick Doyle's ass outside if he tried to lay a finger on either one of the babies.

"Once upon a time there was a vampire. And he was the meanest vampire in all the land. All the other vampires were afraid of him, he was such a - bastard. Then one day he's cursed – by gypsies. They restore his human soul. And all of a sudden he is mad with guilt. You know: 'What have I done?' You know, he's freaked." Doyle continued as if he hadn't heard the vampire.

"Okay, now I'm sleepy." Angel remarked.

"Yeah, well, it's a fairly dull tale. It needs a little sex, is my feeling. So sure enough: enter the girl. Pretty little blonde thing, Vampire Slayer by trade. And our vampire falls madly in love with her. Eventually the two of them, - well, they get fleshy with one another. Well, I guess the technical term is perfect happiness. But when our boy gets there, he goes bad again. He kills again. It's ugly. So when he gets his soul back for the second time, he figures hey, he can't be any where near Miss young puppy eyes without endangering them both. So what does he do? He takes off. Goes to LA. To fight evil - and atone for his crimes. He's a shadow, - a faceless champion of the hapless human race. – Say you wouldn't have a beer of any kind in here, would you?" Doyle finished.

"No." Angel said.

"Come on, you must have something besides pig's blood!"

"Okay. You've told me the story of my life, but since I was there, I already knew. So why aren't I kicking you out?"

Doyle looks into the refrigerator that holds two bags of blood: "Because now I'm going to tell you what happens next. You see this vampire, he thinks he's helping. Fighting the demons. Staying away from the human's so as not to be tempted. Doing penance in his little - cell. But he's cut off. From every thing. From the people he's trying to help."

"I still save 'em. Who cares if I don't stop to chat." Angel shrugged.

"When was the last time you drank blood?" Doyle asked.

"When I was Angelus." Angel admitted.

"Left you with a bit of a craving, didn't it? Let me tell you something, pal, that craving is going to grow and one day soon one of those helpless victims that you don't really care about is going to look way too appetizing to turn down. And you'll figure hey! what's one against all I've saved? Might as well eat them. I'm still ahead by the numbers!"

"I wouldn't do that." Angel protested half-heartedly.

"Sure you would. Anyone would. You've got no girl, no blood, tons of guilt, and apparently, two mini hell raisers of your very own. Which is why the Powers are offering you a deal." Doyle told him.

"What?" Angel inquired.

"The klause in your curse is taken out, you're free to fall in love, not be as much of the depressed and suicidal type. But there's one condition." Doyle warned, seeing the elated expression on the vampire's face.

"What are they?" Angel asked impatiently.

"You can't go back to Buffy. You're mission is here, that's why they're offering this- keeps you happy and all, chance of finding someone else. And, you know, I'm parched from all this yakking, man. Let's go treat me to a Billy Dee. The midgets are asleep anyway."

Sure enough, when Angel looked down, he saw that the twins had, in fact, fallen asleep.

Angel grabbed his coat and followed the mysterious man, locking the door securely behind him.

"You know, they asked me to come back and read for a third time! I'm and actress. I don't put up with things like that!" Cordelia ranted to two men in business suits.

Angel turned around at the familiar voice.

"Cordelia?" he asked.

Cordelia spots him.

"Oh my God, Angel?" she asks.

"It's nice to see a familiar face." Angel said.

"I didn't know you were in L.A. Are you living here?" Cordelia inquired.

"Yeah, you?"

"Malibu. Small condo on the beach. It's not a private beach, but I'm young, I forbear."

"You're acting?" Angel asked her.

"Can you believe it? I mean I just started it to make some quick cash, and then boom, it was like my life! - So are you still grrr?" she asked, making a face and holding her hands up like claws.

"Yeah, there's not actually a cure for that." He said, barely managing to keep the amusement out of his voice.

"Right. But you're not evil, I mean your not here to bite people?"

"No, I'm here with a friend." Angel said.

"Oh, that's good. Finally making with the mingling."

"How are things with you?" Angel asked.

"Great. You?"

"Same, not getting a lot of sleep." He replied.

"Oh, that sucks. Bad neighbors?" Cordelia asked.

Angel mentally cursed. Of course, no one knew.

"Something like that." He said carefully.

"Oh, good. Well, it was nice seeing you, but I've got to get mingly. I really should be talking to people that are somebody." The brunette walked off and Angel got back to his mission.

Angel and Doyle are talking in his apartment when they hear a scream. Both men jump up and rush upstairs. They find Cordelia there, cooing over the twins.

"Oh, you two are so cute!" she exclaimed. She picked the girl up and holds her, staring down into her face. The baby opens her eyes and blinks up at the unfamiliar face.

"And what's your name?" she asked softly.

"That's a good question. You never told me, either." Doyle put in.

Angel walks forward and picks the boy up.

"Well, this is Connor, I haven't thought of a name for the girl yet." He admitted.

"What about Kellina?" Cordelia suggested.

Doyle seemed to like it, or maybe he was just agreeing with the beauty that was Cordelia.

"Yeah, man, Kellina Diane." He told Angel.

Angel felt a smile breaking out over his face, for what felt like the first time in years.

"Kellina Diane," he repeated, "I like it."

I made it two months since he left Sunnydale just so Cordelia and Doyle would fit in. PLEASE REVIEW!