Of Their Past.

Disclaimer- Don't own a thing, not even the couch in Giles's apartment.

Note- I'm so sorry, I didn't realize how long it had been since I updated this. And I've been sick as well, these last couple of days so I haven't written because I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have made any sense if I did.

Catlimere- Thank you for your review, they always makes me happy. Wes has changed so much since he first arrived in Sunnydale, I just didn't want to watch the Angel finale. It's not fair! So sorry about last chapter's cliff hanger, I couldn't resist. I hope you enjoy this chapter; I needed a bit of fluff after some of the one-shots I've been writing lately.

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Chapter 10

Sam and Daniel stared wide-eyed at the collapsed body of their friend and teammate. "Sir," Sam called out her voice trembling.

Jack rose, leaving Connor with Teal'c. Jack came to stand behind Sam, one hand resting on her shoulder. He looked down at Xander, this was wrong, it never should have happened. He gave Sam's shoulder a squeeze and let go, turning to advance on Giles. His other hand clenching at his side, Jack pointed at Giles. His voice was low with anger. "This is your fault."

"Jack-" Daniel tried to interrupt.

"No, Daniel. It's his fault and he knows it. He got them involved in this, he's the reason this happened. He's killing them just like he killed Beth!" Jack was pointing at Giles, his breathing erratic and his whole body shaking with suppressed rage.

Giles automatically slipped into his lower class accent. "Ay, I never brought them into this fight, in fact I did everything I could to stop them. But they insisted, they weren't prepared to sit and keep their eyes closed like everyone else is in this town. After that I did everything in my power to keep them safe."

Jack snorted.

Giles's eyes flashed with anger. "I'd rather have them out there, knowing what's in the darkness and able to defends themselves, then out there with no idea. Like it or not, Jack, you have no say on their involvement. It's a kill or be killed situation here, and they aren't prepared to let any demon spawn overtake their home. I've known Xander for a lot longer then you have, and trust me if I thought that you or your friends here were going to cause any trouble; if Xander had given any indication, then you would have had your memory wiped and be thrown out on your arse before you could blink. There isn't anything any of us can do to stop them fighting, so don't bother trying." Giles took off his glasses and ran a hand over his eyes. "Look, mate. You want to have it out with me again, then fine. But we do it later, after I know they're fine."

Jack nodded. "Fine, later."

A giggle caught their attention. Cordelia had rolled on to her back, a large grin across her face. "Wow! That was, just wow!"

Buffy sat up, supported by Wesley. "I know, I feel really buzzed right now."

Willow crawled over to Xander and rested her head on his shoulder. "I feel like I've just drunk five mochas."

Angel jumped to his feet, his vampire constitution easily handling the high dose of magic while having the same effects. A happy grin that actually reached his eyes greeted the room. "I haven't felt this good in years."

"And your wounds?" Giles's asked.

Angel pulled off the blood soaked shirt, grimacing as it stuck to his skin. He ran a hand down his completely healed torso. "All gone; I can't even feel his emotions right now. This is great."

Giles sighed with relief, running a hand through his hair. He made his way over to the couch and flopped into the comfortable cushions.

Wesley let his head drop forward wearily, knocking lightly against Buffy's. "Oh, thank god."

Buffy got to her feet, pulling Wesley up after her. A thought wormed through her spell-induced fog of happiness. She slapped her forehead. "Mom! I forgot to call her, she's going to so angry with me, and we've been here for a couple of days."

Buffy quickly made her way over to the phone after she sat Wesley next to Giles on the couch. She dialed and started to speak animatedly, her hands gesturing as she spoke. After several minutes and a few pouts Buffy grinned widely and said goodbye. She bounced lightly on her feet, clapping her hands. "Guess what? Mom said that you guys can stay at our place, L.A. guys I mean. Not Xander's pals guys, cause I don't really know you well enough or at all really."

Angel looked up, interested. "Is she going to cook?" Years of living and working with humans had meant that he had started eating human food again; he had always liked the smell of Joyce's cooking and he was willing to bet that it tasted even better.

Buffy continued to move her feet. "Yep, she always does when something like this happens and we don't tell her. She wants to help, I guess."

Cordelia stood next to Angel, resting her head on his shoulder. She giggled and gestured towards Wesley, who had fallen asleep sitting up on the couch. "We probably should get him in a bed, he hasn't slept properly since all this first started."

Buffy's jumping got higher; it looked as if she was skipping without a rope. "Great, lets go. I'll get Wesley, you get Connor."

Angel gestured towards the window, a sliver of sunlight shining between the slits in the curtain. "Gonna be hard for me to go anywhere, and not burst into flames."

"No prob, Bob." She danced over to a closet and yanked the door open, giggling when one of the hinges broke. She pulled out a large, heavy blanket and chucked it at Angel. "There you go; it's left over from when Spike stayed here. Cordy and I'll put the roof up."

Willow and Xander leaned against the wall, arms flung around each other and inane smiles on their faces. Xander looked over at his teammates. "You guys can crash at our place. Hotels here aren't really safe."

Sam rubbed a hand over her eye and suppressed a yawn. "That'd be fine, Al. Thanks."

Xander straightened, removing his arms from around Willow and grabbing her hand. "Lets go then. G-man needs his sleep."

SG1 trudged after Xander, their tired eyes blinking rapidly at the intrusion of the bright sun. In complete contrast Willow laughed happily as Xander twirled her out the door. "See ya later, guys."

"Bye."

Buffy picked up Wesley and walked him over to Angel. "Here hold this."

She walked back to the couch, smiling as she watched Giles sleep, one arm hanging over the sideof the couch with his glasses in hand. She removed his glasses from his hand and placed them on the coffee table. She gently moved him so he was lying on the couch and placed a light blanket over him. Buffy leant down and placed a soft kiss to his forehead. "Sleep well."

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Joyce jumped as the door to her home crashed open. A smoking figure covered in a blanket dived through the door. She edge over to the umbrella stand Giles had given here and pulled out a heavy baseball bat. Taking a deep breath she brought the bat down on the figure's head.

"Oww." The muffled voice sounded kind of familiar, if not a bit whiny. Angel pulled the blanket off; rubbing the large bump that Joyce had given him. "What'd you do that for?" He pouted.

Buffy and Cordelia stood in the doorway giggling. Buffy grinned as she pulled Wesley into the house. "Go, Mom."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Angel. I thought you were a vampire." She paused. "I mean, I thought you were an evil vampire." Joyce peered at the scruffy man Buffy supported; he was leaning on her sleepily not even realizing where he was or whom he was with. "Is that Wesley?"

Cordelia smirked. "Yep, that's Wes. He's in his mountain man phase at the moment. He's normally not that unkempt."

Joyce melted as she caught sight of Connor resting in Cordelia's arms. The mother in her took over as she started cooing at him and tickling him.

Buffy smiled in amusement. "I'll take Wes up stairs before he falls asleep standing up."

"Okay." Joyce answered distractedly.

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They all sat in the Summers' kitchen, the blinds pulled down for Angel's sake. Joyce sipped her coffee. "So you were all possessed?"

Angel nodded, his cheeks bugling with Joyce's apple cake. Buffy and Cordelia rolled their eyes at him. "Not all of us. Giles and Wes weren't, or any one else in L.A. It was just the five of us."

Joyce shook her head. "I can't believe that you were possessed by your alternate dimension counterparts."

Buffy shrugged her shoulders. "All in a days work for the Scooby gang."

"So why was Wesley so tired?" Joyce gestured upward.

Buffy reached for the coffee, scowling as Joyce batted her hands away from it. "They all were. Giles fell asleep on his couch before we left. They never actually went to sleep, then the spell drained their energy, so sleepy time."

Joyce worried her lip. "I guess that means that our date for tonight is off then."

Cordelia looked up from Connor. "Date? What date?"

"Mom and Giles have this on and off again, kinda, sorta thing. They date sometimes." Buffy explained.

Angel smirked at her. "And you're okay with this?"

Buffy shrugged. "I'd rather see her with Giles, then with someone like that Ted robot. At least he knows what I can do to him if he hurts her."

Joyce smiled at her and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Buffy smiled back. "But I think he's more afraid of Mom though."

Joyce laughed. "That's right, I'd hit him over the head with my baseball bat."

Angel rubbed his head. "Well, you have a good swing. Spike thought so too."

"Oh, how is Spike? I haven't spoken to him for a few weeks." Joyce started to clear the dishes.

"He's fine, he and Faith are minding the business with Fred and Gunn while we're here." Angel groaned and covered his eyes. "I'm just hoping Fred can control the three of them."

Cordelia laughed. "I think Spike and Faith will be too busy fighting to bother Fred. You know how they are."

Angel groaned again. "My poor hotel."

A loud yawn drew their attention to the doorway. Wesley stood there rubbing the sleep out of his eyes; he stumbled in and grabbed a cup of coffee. He let out a rumble of appreciation as the caffeine worked its way into his system.

Cordelia arched her eyebrow at him. "Nice boxers."

He looked down at himself, he was only clad in a pair of bright blue boxer shorts. A pale flush covered his face and neck. "Bugger."

Joyce gasped as she saw the scars that dotted his torso. "My god, how did you get all those?"

Buffy's eyes narrowed as she spotted the thick scar tissue. "That's a bullet wound."

He ran a light finger over it. "Yes it is, I got shot." He turned towards the door. "I should get dressed."

"You don't have to." Joyce called out, making him blush again.

"Mom!" Buffy cried.

Joyce looked at her daughter innocently. "What? I was just saying he was attractive."

"Mom!"

"What? You don't think he's good looking?"

"Mom! That's not the point."

Joyce pulled out her trump card. "Because as tired as he was, I'm pretty sure that he didn't undress himself."

"Mom!"