Rating: Pg-13. Could turn R later on.

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Buffy plopped onto her comfy couch with a bowl of ice cream with the T.V remote and one of her favorite 'Lifetime' movies. She hated to admit it, but those sappy movies for people who need a good cry were her guilty pleasure. She never cried during one, but knowing that there was even a shrivel of a hope that someone else's life was more messed up then her own gave her a strange sense of comfort.

Her life wasn't terrible, but it hadn't always been waking up to the sun shining and birds singing. But it was better now. She was helping Giles reassemble the Council, Dawn was in a good school, she hadn't had to do that much slaying, and her life was on an actual level of normalcy. Granted it was a low level, but she was taking what she could get.

Buffy had almost fallen asleep when someone knocked on the door to her apartment. "Andrew, if you forgot your key again..." she muttered. She got up and walked to the front door. Who she found standing there was the last person she had expected to see. They stood there in silence for a while, Buffy starring at him, him starring at the floor. Then, finally, he spoke.

"Did you know there's a hole in the world?" She stepped aside.

"There is?" She asked. He looked at her with pleading eye's.

"Oh, right, sorry. Come in." Angel walked over the threshold.

Buffy lead him to the couch and they sat down. More silence.

"Fred died tonight." Angel said after awhile. Buffy sighed. She didn't know this Fred personally, but Willow had mentioned her.

"I'm so sorry." She said.

"We could have saved her. But, it would have meant killing thousands of people." He said. He knew she'd understand. She was the only person who would remotely understand.

"You wanna tell me?" Buffy asked. Angel wasn't exactly Mr. Detail. But, if one would ask, he would at least try to form the words.

"There's this thing, called the deeper well. It's the resting place for the coffins of The Old Ones. The ones that ruled before humans came into power. This thing, Illiria, was the one that killed her. It took her body, and now it's wearing her face. It liquified her organs, and now..." He couldn't finish. Now he was just pissed. "That thing is walking around, looking like her, but acting nothing like her."

"I'm not trying to throw Angelus in your face, but been there, done that, bought the t-shirt." She said sadly.

"I just didn't know who I could talk to that wasn't involved every step of the way. Someone who knew, but who didn't."

Buffy smiled. "Somehow, I understood everything you just said." They didn't speak for another long while. "How much time is left on that oven?" He asked. She laughed, knowing what he meant.

"I dunno. But you'll be the first one to know when the timer goes off."

"Can we just talk? Like we used to?" He asked, sounding somewhat like a lost child.

"Sure." Buffy smiled. Angel was there all night. By the time they realized what time it was, it was only a half an hour until Sunrise.

"Why does the sun have to come up?" He asked.

"Well, if it hadn't been for us on many an occasion, it wouldn't be." More silence.

"Angel, you did the right thing." She said.

"So did you." He told her, getting up. She needed that. He knew that she needed that.

Dawn came in about ten minuets after Angel had left. She had been spending the night at a friends house. "What are you still doing up?" She asked. Buffy just shrugged.

Dawn put her purse and coat on the chair. Buffy turned around to look at her.

"Did you know that there's a hole in the world."