Authors Note: Thank you, Nina (the knife was just a test, but your on to something with the cease fire), Bera-moon, Ka-mia2286 (the congo is coming), Lis, and Veronica. Sorry for the slow update, but the next chapter is already ready and waiting.

Thanks Again to Bera-moon for doing a lovely editing job, and for cheering me up

Liam POV

We can't go," I protested to Buffy, but she wasn't listening.

"Why not. Don't you want me to live for ever?" Her eyes were opened wide so that I could see everything in them. Those eyes had seen so much, yet in their depths there was innocence, an innocence I so desperately wanted her to hold on to. An innocence my own eyes had long ago lost.

"Of course I do" I said, drawing her body to mine. "But it's just one psychic's words, it's not like it means anything"

Buffy gaped at him for a second. "A psychic who knew my Name" She finally answered, her lips forming a pout.

"Everyone knows your name now, Buffy"

"Not my first one" She pushed away from me and even though she was only a few steps away, my body longed for hers, again.

"Look Buffy, the psychics lying, she has to be. Otherwise why mention the Congo? I have never been there"

"Not that you can remember. Look the end of my mortality, and the secret to your past, lies there. We have to go." Buffy stubbornly crossed her arms across her chest.

"When, Buffy? When? There's a war going on right now. I am acting leader of a country"

"That just announced a cease fire." Buffy reminded me gently. "You should know that, you were there"

"How long so you think that will last?"

"More then twenty minutes" Buffy threw in a smile to accompany the last comment.

Damn she was cute when she smiled. How could I say "No" There I said it, and I was already feeling guilty about it. "Fine, but if we don't solve the mystery in a week . . ."

"We are out of there, I promise" Buffy said as she ran over to me kissed me on the lips. As her soft flesh hit mine, all life melted away.

Daniel POV:

I waded through the crowd that had sprung up around, the hotel, were Angel was staying. The crowd was an odd mix, some people had picket sign's "Immortals are immoral", was evidently a popular slogan, although "aliens among us" was quickly gaining ground.

The vast majority were actually worshiping him. I passed the guards on the stairs, knocked on the door, and was let in by yet another guard. Buffy was lieng on the couch watching her husbend pace back and forth nervously.

"I saw your congregation outside". I remarked.

My oldest friend stopped for a second, and shook his head bitterly "I am not God".

I should have known better then to bring God into it. God was something Liam took very seriously.

"I know," I said hoping to cheer him up "God doesn't wear drag on occasion"

"What" Buffy remarked.

"Only for my job" Liam said, in his low I-am-embarrassed voice.

"So I got your message, what are you going to do?" I asked.

"We are going to the Congo"

"Really" That surprised me Liam wasn't the psychic believing type.

"Her choice" Angel said, obviously more then a little shaken by the whole thing.

"When and how –" I gestured to the crowd, "- are you going?"

That's when Liam went into his closet, grabbed one of his trademark leather jackets, some hair gel, and a large box of something or other.

"What is this?" I asked.

Liam set the box down on the table and opened it up, inside was a lifetimes supply worth of makeup. It took me a second, then I leaped back away form angel "No, I am not going to disguise myself as you".

"Only for fifteen minutes, while Buffy and I make our escape."

"No I will look ridicules" Did he really think I was going to pull this off?

"Thanks" Liam clearly not pleased by my reaction,

"I just meant that I am a fifty year old man, I am not like you, I look old, Hell I am old. Let someone else play the part. "

"Daniel you've seen me in everything from a mini skirt, to gold lamea pants, so please, do this for me"

I sighed wishing that I could say no, but well aware that I couldn't.

"Fine what do you need me to do once I am all "dolled up?"?

"Make a speech" Why did that task sound so simple, but hold so many secrets?

Buffy POV: Twenty minutes later

Liam and I walked through the hotel bar, as we left, Daniel's face heavily alerted to look like Angel's, was giving a speech. About world peace no less. I was genuinely surprised by how well the man was channeling Liam, he has the same stubborn mannerisms, the harsh voice however the eyes lacked the passion that Liam's held.

We Left the Bar, as we stepped outside the door two members of the press snapped our picture, Even though we were in disguise.

I reacted automatically, leg up; back, aimed then smashed my foot through his camera. The man fought back, landing a lucky jab between my eyes.

While I was recovering form the blow; Liam banged the man over the head with a convenient garbage can lid. Then swiveling on his heels he managed to knock out the other guy as well, this time just by using the palm, of his hand.

Liam helped me up to my feet, shaking his head sadly, "who knew that I would ever be the kind of guy who gets into fights with the paparazzi"

Next Chapter: Buffy and Angel begin there search.

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