A/N: I know that they are in Ireland, but I can't write Irish accents, you'll just have to imagine them. Hope you like this chapter.

Chapter 4: New Beginnings

Buffy woke up to find herself in a strange room, next to a very familiar man with one exception, she could hear his heart beating. She smiled at the face who was and would always be the love of her life. He had his arm wrapped around her, protective even as the screw up that he had been, when he was human, according to what Angel had told her, which she was sure was not nearly everything. "I told him to keep the pressure on the bandages," Buffy turned to see a strange woman dressed in what she had expected to see on 18th century women. "My son seems very protective of you, and yet we don't even know your name."

"Elizabeth Anne Summers. My friends call me Buffy."

"It's a good thing that I saw my son with you like that and not my husband. He would have gone mad and ordered my son to marry you."

"And you wouldn't? Why is that?"

"Let's just say our pasts are very different."

"And you won't say anything else." It was a statement, not a question.

"Enough about me. How did you come to be with my son in the middle of the night in a dark alley? Down from the Pub? I'm sure you are not in the habit of wandering off by yourself. A pretty young thing like you, anything could happen, and did apparently. What happened?" At the sound of his mother's voice Angel stirred.

"Hi, Angel. Morning." Buffy said as he lifted himself up off of her, and ran off the bed as if he was on fire. 'Probably has something to do with his mother being in the room.' Buffy thought.

"Sorry, must have fallen asleep."

"Must have." Buffy turned to Angel's mother, "Could you give us a minute, I need to talk to Angel privately."

"Be quick about it, my husband is away at the moment, but if he finds out that you two spent so much time alone together in our bedroom, you two might just end up in front of a priest."

'There definitly was something strange about Angel's mother.'

"Mother, I promise not to try anything." Angel assured her sarcastically.

'Like he could' Buffy thought. Angel's mother left the room finally with doubt written all over her face. "So, um, we need to talk."

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So, your telling me that we were in love in the future where I had had been turned into a Vampire by this Durla."

"Darla."

"Darla, right, and wreaked havoc on Europe, until I was cursed with a soul by gypsies. I spent a hundred years on what you called a 'guilt trip' and then we fell in love, but then we couldn't be together because I lost my soul when I achieved a moment of perfect happiness, but this Willow restored it, but I decided that you deserved a normal life, I took off, you never saw me again. And then the end of the world sent you back here."

"Well, there is one more thing."

"I thought you left something out what with me being a Vampire, and the world ending."

"Almost ending, we stopped it, again. Well you see, I'm the Slayer."

"The Slayer?"

"Yeah, see thousands of years ago, a bunch of old guys with mystical power desided that they needed a warrior to fight the forces of darkness, so they put power equal to vampires in a girl. So the thing goes, In every generation there one is chosen, one girl in all the world who will protect it against Vampires, Demons, and the Forces of Darkness. But we changed all that. Right before I was sent back here, Willow cast a spell activating all of the potential Slayers, so there are who knows how many slayers. Well, anyway, um, we closed the Hellmouth because Spike, he was another vampire with a soul, you gave him this jewel to wear, and it destroyed the Hellmouth. I was running to get away before I was sucked in and I failed. I ended up in the alley where Darla was trying to turn you. I killed her, and, you know the rest."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Try to get back."

"How, by the sounds of it the power that sent you back won't exist until that day."

"What do you suggest, I marry you, we make babies, and live happily ever after in 18th century Ireland?"

"I'm sorry." Angel touched her hand and noticed the ring. "Did I give you that?"

"Yeah, for my 17th birthday. You said if the heart faced in your heart belonged to another. I never changed the way that it faced. Even when you left. I never did."

"You really loved me that much? I must have been different then. I mean my father says that I'm a good for nothing screw up who won't ever accomplish anything. He may have been right."

"He doesn't have to be. You could come with me when I leave."

"Why are you leaving?"

"I have to find someone to help me go home. My sister needs me."

"Then I will come with you. It would look strange for a woman to travel alone. If we were together we could pretend to be married. It would make things a little bit easier."

"Just don't expect me to be the docile creature who lets you do all of the talking."

"Wouldn't dream of it. So when do you want to leave, certainly not for a few weeks."

"I'm a slayer, we heal fast. I can probably travel in a few days. Then I can start your training."

"My training?"

"You want to travel with the Slayer, you've got to be able to have my back in a fight."

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William Winston stood in the captains quarters, "So how long until we get into port."

"Tomorrow morning. From there, I'm told it takes about 2 days to get to Galway from Cork. Why are you going there anyway?"

"Watcher business.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. I'm so glad that you like the story. As you can tell, I never liked the Watchers council, and I'm going to get my frustration with them out through Buffy!