Guinevere stood over the caldron, watching with intrigue. They got married… she knew that, but what they were doing now surprised her. And many times. She saw as Buffy began to move again, reaching for a tired Angel. She cocked her head, watching as Buffy laid her head against his chest, closing her eyes. They were sleeping now.

Her hand reached out, curious by their naked bodies that now slept peacefully. He did not ever mention this to her, that they would take part in human intercourse. Her fingers touched the liquid, her curiosity getting the better off her when suddenly the picture turned into thick ripples and she could no longer make out the image.

Buffy shot up in the bed, looking around, confused and lost. She looked to her body and realized she was naked as she grabbed for the blankets hungrily, covering her bare chest when she froze, seeing a sleeping body next to her. She recognized it immediately. "Angel?"

Angel moved his body, oddly feeling happy and comfortable as he sat up slowly, opening his eyes. He heard a heartbeat and looked to the warm person next to him, seeing it was Buffy. He jumped, surprised as he covered his lap with the pillow, embarrassed. "Buffy… did we just…" Angel paused; everything was going back to him, the party, meeting Buffy, getting… married.

"Oh my god." Buffy said, remembering everything as her hand went to her neck, feeling that it was sore. "Are you still… soulled? I mean, are you Angelus?" Buffy asked nervously, she didn't have a stake with her. She was screwed. "Shit..."

"Buffy, calm down, it is still me... I mean, what just happened between us, that didn't seem like me, but it was… and we just…"

"Repeatedly."

"Yes, we did that, repeatedly, and I am still me. You think it was magical influence?" Angel asked, still in shock, surprised over what he and Buffy had just done. He went to LA to protect her from a demon, while he seemed to have fallen under the spell as well.

"You think?" Buffy snapped, regretting it immediately. She saw the hurt look on Angel's face and felt even worse for her tone. "Sorry, it's just… I mean, we got married! I didn't even know you were back in Sunnydale and then suddenly we meet at a party, and act as if we have never met each other? Something is going on with us… And why didn't you lose your soul? I thought being with me was true happiness..."

"We weren't together, it was this other Buffy and Angel who have never met before, and I couldn't lose my soul if it wasn't really me there…" Angel started, knowing that Buffy would always give him true happiness, even if they were away for so long.

"Angel…" Buffy interrupted, looking to her hand. A ring of white light was wrapped around her finger as Angel gazed down at his own hand, the same ring of light on his.

"We are…"

"Married." Buffy finished, looking down to the bed, away from Angel. "After all we go through, trying so hard to get rid of these feelings and we wake up married. I just started college, and was finally moving on with my life…"

Angel moved over to Buffy, holding the blanket over his body as he took her in his arms, rocking her body slowly. "It will be okay, we will find out whatever is playing with us and stop this…"

"Why would someone do this?" Buffy spoke quietly to Angel, her head resting against his chest. "I mean, what kind of demon would put this spell on us? Make us forget the past three years, make Giles and my mom think I should get married? To Riley?"

"I don't know, but I will find out." Angel said slowly, deciding not to ask about Riley. Angel wasn't a fan. Angel looked down at Buffy, rubbing his hand on her back, trying to comfort her when she sat up, staring at Angel. She put her hands on his neck and leaned towards him, kissing him.

"Buffy… what if the curse is still going on now that we are back, what if I…?" Angel couldn't finish as Angel turned them over, so he was on top as he kissed her again, his hands holding onto her waist.

"We…are….mature….adults…and….can….totally…handle…the…situation…" Buffy stammered, kissing his neck, putting her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Angel laughed, kissing Buffy again. "See? Mature." Buffy laughed, kissing Angel back.

"What are you doing? You touched it, didn't you?" The man growled loudly at Guinevere, who only nodded, her face hiding any emotion or feeling. The man looked into the pool of water, his head cocking. "Well, it seems like they will easily slip right back into character."

"Guinevere, go out. I can't have you in here trying to make Buffy and Angel realize what is going on, including their demise." The man said simply to Guinevere, who obeyed and left. The man looked back to the liquid and smiled. "Ah good, back into our Romeo and Juliet characters."

Guinevere walked down a Sunnydale street, looking through the windows absently, not really caring what was inside. She paused by a bar and looked at it curiously, deciding to go inside.

She grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open, looking inside the bar. She recognized it was a demon bar seeing the colorful array of shapes and sizes. She walked up to the bar and a demon looked over at Guinever, smiling.

"You don't see many Tashian demons around here. Want to have some fun?" The demon asked Guinevere. Guinevere stared at him a moment before putting her hand the demon's head. It cried out in pain as it crumbled to the floor. She took his seat since he was no longer in it.

"Good job with the bugger, what did ya do to him?" Spike asked, his voice slurring because he was drunk. Spike pointed his bottle of scotch at Guinevere and then froze, blinking a few times. "Bloody hell, Guinevere, that you? It's me, Spike. Dru's girl. Well, was Dru's girl until she dumped me."

"William?" Guinevere asked, recognizing the blonde vampire. "Last time I saw you, you were with Drusilla in Rome. Why are you here in Sunnydale? Because Angelus is here?"

"I just found out Peaches is here, and get this, he didn't even recognize me!" Spike cried out, splashing his drink as he stumbled, almost falling onto the ground. He took a swig and looked back at Guinevere, wiping his mouth.

"I know. Angelus is under a spell." Guinevere said.

"A wut? And it's Angel now, he has a soul. We call him Angel." Spike slurred.

"The Slayer and Angel are under a spell.

"Really?"

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