Summary: What if Buffy had gone with Angel into that hell dimension on the finale of Season2? My first fan fiction, I think this would be considered AU.

Disclaimers: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own it all. This just all just for entertainments sake, I hope.

Buffy nervously smoothed the imaginary wrinkles in her skirts.

"Baby, you look great. It's your family, they're going to be fine with us." Angel was trying to reassure her of something he was not so sure about himself. He knew they loved Buffy, and so far, one on one, they had seemed to accept him, especially Willow. But with them all together and the boy undoubtedly still hating him, he hoped his bonded soul would be enough to keep them on his side.

They knocked, waiting for an invitation for Angel. Joyce answered the door with Connor in her arms. "Oh, honey, don't knock, just come in."

"Um, Joyce, I have to be invited in, sorry." Angel squirmed a little.

"Of course, I am so sorry, please Angel, come in."

Buffy took Conner in herarms as soon as she entered, Angel following closely behind the two women. Giles looked up at the four of them, "a family" he thought, "and I am a part of it."

He never thought he would become so close to, learn to love, the chosen one. His slayer. He never thought she would live to become a wife, have a child, a life of her own. And he was happy for her. It was as if she was his daughter and all he wanted for her was a loving and safe environment. Well, at least she was loved, cherished. As for safety, well she was a slayer, after all. The council may think him a failure as a watcher, but as Buffy's friend, surrogate father, he felt quite successful and quite proud. He rose to see to the new arrivals.

Willow and Oz went to greet Buffy and Angel, Willow giving Buffy a conspiratorial grin. Even Cordelia had to come over to get a look at Buffy the vampire-slash-vampire slayer. She didn't look any different, maybe a bit pale and washed out, and her hair was outrageously long. She wore it in an unfashionable, in Cordelia's opinion, braid down her back. She had only had the baby a few days ago and her stomach was flat as a board. No fair! And Angel was as hot as ever. His hair was long, as well, pulled back in a ponytail going down to the middle of his back. It was so not fair, even with a baby and having spent 20 years in an alternate dimension, they were so the hot, young, urban couple, complete with the cute little rugrat. And with Buffy's vamp immortality, she would never have to worry about wrinkly skin and droopy tits, so not fair.

As if reading her mind, Buffy looked into Cordelia's eyes. "Tanning? Not an option. Not to mention the terror factor in fire and wooden stakes. And beheading, please, let's not even go there."

Cordelia gave Buffy an even look. "Well, maybe you don't have it all, but mornings are way overrated anyway. I'm really not at by best until 3:00." She leaned over and gave her an air kiss. "We can call my stylist tomorrow, if you like. He has evening appointments. As for you Angel, I can so see a modeling career ahead for you. Romance novel covers, at the very least. Do all the guy in that dimension look like you?"

Angel shifted uncomfortably, not knowing how to respond to Cordelia.

Willow stepped up and gave Angel a hug. "I like your long hair. It all romantic-y. Both of you. I've never seen you with such long hair Buffy, it's really pretty and I'm sure it was all the rage back in Ragnor, right? And you both are dressed really normal, although I have to say those things you had on when you came back were really pretty cool, and…Oz, rambling too much, please stop me before it gets away from us all."

"Look, sweetie, you did all by yourself. I'm so proud." Oz put his arm around her and gave her a squeeze. "So, did you decide if Spike is going to be staying in Sunnydale."

Giles finally spoke, "Why don't we all sit down before we get into any discussions regarding Spike. Would you like anything to drink, Buffy? Angel?"

"Yeah, made a blood run before we got here." Xander stood up and looked at Buffy. She was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. He had almost thought that when Angel had become Angelus he just might finally have a chance with her. Not one of his most realistic moments. Seeing the three of them together, this was reality, well as real as two vampires and their son could be. Even when they weren't touching, they were. Their bodies were turned toward each other, even though they were looking straight ahead at the group assembled in the room. They were complete, even a dolt like him could see that. "Buffy, it's really good to see you. Angel." Xand gave him an almost imperceptible nod, it was his way of saying "okay, you're here for good and I acquiesce." Xander gave Buffy a hug and Angel had to fight his baser instincts, especially when Buffy gave him that look as she handed the baby to him.

"Xander, it's so good to see you, too." And she meant it. 20 years was a long time and she had missed him, even if she knew he and Angel would never be the best of friends.

But then again, she had a baby with a vampire, didn't she? Weirdness happened all the time in her life.

"So, how does it feel to be a vampire? Ever have the urge to dust yourself?" With all eyes on him, Xander stammered, "Well, she's a vampire slayer and, come on you guys, like you weren't curious?"

Giles cleared his throat, "Yes, well, shall we all sit down and discuss what your plans are with Spike?"

Faith had just come back into the house through the kitchen and decided to wait a little bit before she joined the others. She'd been fighting by their side all summer, but now that Buffy was back, their slayer, she was feeling awkward. Faith opened the fridge and took a long drink from the carton of orange, when Cordelia entered. "Ever heard of a glass?"

"Ever heard of my fist in your face?"

"My, aren't we snippy tonight? Feeling a bit threatened by the real slayer?"

Xander walked in just in time to catch the last part of the girl's conversation. "Cordy, come on. Let's play nice. We're all in this together and I promise, I will so worship the ground you walk on all day tomorrow. Let's just grab the drinks and get on with the meeting. Coming Faith?" He gave her a conspiratorial wink as he ushered Cordelia out to the living room.

"I'll grab some drinks for B and Angel." She opened up two bags of blood, poured them into large mugs and warmed them for a moment in the microwave. She took a deep breath and joined the others.