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Chapter Two

Buffy Summers's face wrinkled into a frown once again as she hung up the small blue phone in her dorm room as there had been no answer. "You sure that's the right number?" she asked as she turned to her best friend in the world, Willow Rosenberg.

Her roommate nodded from her position of her bed. "Buffy," she began gently, "I've known that number since I was five. Of course it was the right number," she assured her friend. "Why? Was he not home again?"

Buffy nodded back as she walked over to her closet, looking for something hot and sexy to wear to the party that night. Something that said 'Riley, we don't have to stay here. We could go upstairs now'. "He wasn't home," she confirmed as she pulled out a small shirt. "What do you think about this one?" she asked curiously, holding the shirt up to her torso and turning around for her best friend to see.

Willow smiled then stopped as the smile began fading.

"You don't like it?" Buffy asked.

"Well o-of course I do," Willow began honestly. "But wasn't that the shirt you wore to the Bronze for the party around finals for the first semester?" she asked as she knew she recognized the shirt from somewhere.

Buffy nodded as she tossed the shirt back into the closet. "You're right. Stupid shirt," she mumbled as she once again began searching for the perfect thing. "Hey, what about my peasant top?" she asked curiously as she poked her head out. "I think I liked that one."

Willow smiled guiltily. "Um, for a college party at Riley's?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow up at her friend hoping that Buffy would not get to her side of the closet where she would find the shirt covered in some kind of purple juice on the front.

"Again, you're right. God, it's high school all over again," Buffy stated as she returned to the vast closet. "You don't think something happened to Xander, do you?" she asked, her voice filling with concern for her friend. "Did he say anything weird? Anything at all?"

Willow frowned as she tried to remember all that Xander had told her that afternoon. She gasped as she began waving her hands frantically.

"What'd he say?" Buffy asked as she walked over to Willow, waving her hand in front of her face, signaling for Willow to breathe.

Willow drew in a deep breath before answering. "How could I have been so stupid?" she asked herself. "Yes, Xander said something. He said a whole lot of something and then we did something."

"Willow!" Buffy yelled in disgust. "I thought that thing with Xander was over."

Willow rolled her eyes. "No, we weren't like you and Riley have been all day for the past few days," she confirmed. "But he did say that he had a huge fight with Anya and he wanted Cordelia's Los Angeles address."

"Oh no," Buffy whispered. "You don't think he went after"

Willow jumped up from her bed. "He probably did."

"We have to stop him," the Slayer announced as she rushed over to the phone, dialing Riley's number and leaving him a quick message, saying that she would not be at the party because of an emergency in Los Angeles.

"Mmm," Cordelia began as she moved closer towards Xander in her large bed. "That was nice," she began with a smile as she saw Xander nodding in agreement.

"Why again didn't we do that in high school?" Xander asked her curiously as he moved a piece of her long brown hair out of her face.

"Because you probably would have sucked," Cordelia answered with a smile to let Xander know she was only teasing him.

"Seriously?" Xander asked her as he pulled her closer towards him, wrapping his hand around her thin body. "I mean, it wouldn't have been your first time"

Cordelia nodded slightly. "That's true, but I'm not really sure about us," she began honestly as she rested her head against Xander's bar chest. "We were stupid though."

Xander nodded. "Absolutely," he added. "And just because I'm curious, how many men have you hooked up with since moving here to Los Angeles?"

"Hooked up with as in date?" Cordelia asked. Xander nodded in affirmation as he looked curiously down at the woman he loved. "Right," she began softly. "Well, there have been the occasional blind dates, but the only somewhat serious thing was with this huge Haxil beat who wanted to impregnate me with his demon spawn."

"Wait, you're pregnant?" Xander asked in shock as he slowly inched away from Cordelia, then looked her up and down. She did not seem any different than when he had last seen her. If anything, he would have said she lost weight instead of becoming pregnant.

Cordelia shook her head. "I was...Angel and Wesley. They did a spell, killed the baby, which is good 'cause if they hadn't I probably would be the slightest resemble of a Cordelia-shaped corpse."

Xander nodded. "I get it," he said softly as he moved back over towards her. "And I'm truly happy that there's no Cordelia shaped corpses lying around."

"So what's been going on in Sunnydale?" Cordelia asked.

"Honestly, I couldn't care less," Xander told her. "Right now the only thing that matters if that you're with me, you're happy and our of harm's way." He smiled, pulling Cordelia closer to him. "So, is there anything you need?" he asked curiously.

"Well," Cordelia began. "I am a little hungry," she said with a slight shrug as she sat up before immediately flopping back down onto the bed. "And cold," she added with a weak smile at Xander.

"Here," Xander said as he leaned over and picked his jacket up from the floor of Cordelia's room. He smiled, wrapping it around his girlfriend's shoulders and allowing her to put her arms through. "Better?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "At least about the cold part."

Cordelia nodded as she kissed Xander's cheek. "Much better," she declared.

Xander smiled as he walked out of bed, pulling some pants on at least in case Cordelia's roommate was waiting for them in the kitchen. His parts were only for Cordelia's eyes now. He certainly did not need another male seeing what he looked like. "What do you say about some food?" he asked curiously.

"Oh, I would love some," she began as she also stood up and looked herself over. The jacket she was wearing did a very good job at keeping her warm and also covered enough of what she needed covered. She smiled, figuring it would be all the clothes she needed.

"Buffy," Angel stated as he was few inches away from Cordelia's door, just enough so that he couldn't reach over and knock on it. "Buffy, what are you doing here?" he asked curiously. "And with Willow in front of Cordy's place?"

"I would ask you the same thing," Buffy declared as she looked over at her former lover. "Only without the Willow part."

"I am here to talk to Cordelia about her latest vision. Wesley and I need help identifying the demon she saw and were wondering if she could add anything to her previous description," Angel said plainly.

"Right 'cause that can't be conveyed over the telephone since the government might be listening in," Buffy began before frowning. "Actually, that might be a good point."

Angel rolled his eyes. "I tried calling. Her line's dead or off the hook or something. But that doesn't explain why you're here."

Buffy sighed as she knocked on the door in front of her. "Xander's in there, probably doing something stupid," she declared as she knocked harder.