Chapter 1: The Angelic Face

She was sure of it, he was breathing, and he had a pulse. While he was unconscious and he had lost a lot of blood by the looks of it, he was alive. Once the shock of her past lover was gone (well, future lover maybe), she began worrying again.

This was Angel, and he was human. That could only mean one thing: she had been sent back, more like thrown back to the day that Angel had been turned into a vampire, and "Shit" she said outlowd. She could seriously have altered time. She just killed Darla before she had ever turned Angel. No Vamp Angel meant no Drew, no Spike. Well, it wasn't all bad. She had, in one swift swipe gotten rid of the 4 main figures in the scourge of Europe.

Well, worry about the fate of the world later, right now she had to worry about Angel, and herself. He had cut marks on his neck from Darla's attempt to turn him, and Buffy herself still held evidence of her battle that had sent her back a few hundred years. She was now covered with a combination of her blood, Angel's blood, and the dust of the now dead Darla.

Buffy looked up and down the alley. There was no one in sight. She didn't trust any of the 18th century doctors. She had read enough history in school to know that she knew more about medicine from the CPR class from middle school than any doctor of this time did. With her Scythe in one hand, Buffy helped Angel get up, who apparently could stand on his own feet with a lot of help. If she wasn't the slayer, she never would have been able to help him up.

She walked down the alley with Angel stumbling beside her, still half unconscious. Darla must not have had a chance to take that much blood, if he was walking already. They reached as far as the stable that looked like it belonged to the Tavern that she could hear music and shouts come from, and she lead Angel inside. She had to take care of him, and herself or they would both bleed to death.

Buffy gently lay Angel down on a pile of hay in an empty horse stall. Just then she heard him stir, "Mmmm" he murmured, "Who are you?"

"I'm Buffy."

"Buffy."

"Yeah, You cut your neck. Let me take care of it for you." Buffy tore off the bottom of the linen shirt that Angel had on, and wrapped it around Angel's neck, hoping that a rough field dressing would be enough to stop the bleeding.

"You have blood on your… why are you dressed like a man?"

"Don't worry about it. It's just a…" Just as Buffy was about to say that it was just a scratch, she collapsed. "I guess the superhero deal is limited, huh." Buffy said as she was blacking out, forgetting that this was not the Angel that she had fallen in love with.

A/N: Next chapter, Angel runs to his parents with the wounded girl who had saved his life, I hope that you liked this new chapter. Please, Please, Please Review!