A/N: Hey! I've been SWAMPED in schoolwork. Ick. Finals are on Thursday and Friday, then CHRISTMAS VACATION! If you are reading this and you don't celebrate Christmas, then Happy Holidays! Whatever they may be. Thank you for the reviews! I love them all!

PS- I may have the Angel/Buffy season continuation messed up; I'm slightly confused on how the seasons work. So, bear with me! ;P The Spooky Mulder

Lilah Morgan worked for the law firm Wolfram and Hart. She wouldn't go as far as calling it evil, but it certainly wasn't entirely legal. She smiled to herself as she entered the elevator. She had just witnessed something that could get them Angel. He didn't recognize his own son. This could work, she thought.

When the elevator reached her floor, she exited it and headed toward her office. Ever since Lindsey had gone, Lilah had been top notch. They may have kept each other on their toes, but Lilah found she was even better without the annoying Lindsey.

Smiling at her brilliance, Lilah put her hand on the doorknob.

"Gah!" she screamed, leaping back like she had touched a snake. Her doorknob was searing hot.

She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed her girly moment, but no one was around.

"Get a grip, Lilah," she muttered. She slowly put her hand back on the doorknob.

Nothing. It was room temperature. Shaking her head, Lilah entered her dark office.

Sunnydale, CA, 1998

Angel had gone through the day reading. He had almost forgotten how much he used to read. He read until three, which was when Buffy was going to come over.

He sat on his bed, staring at his clock. Spike would call it "brooding", but Angel was actually thinking. Telling her would change everything. Connor probably wouldn't exist, all of the Scoobies wouldn't be nervous around me, Faith might have turned out different, I would never have gone to Hell, Buffy would never end up with Spike…

That last thought did it for him. He was telling her. So what if things changed? The world be damned. He just wanted to be with Buffy.

That's it, he thought. I'm telling her.

En Route to Sunnydale, present times

Angel could tell that he was close to Sunnydale. He could smell Buffy, even from this far. His smell was usually really good, but Buffy being the Slayer, and his soul mate just added to it.

The bus reached the Sunnydale Station at half past eleven. Angel stepped off the bus and immediately smelled Spike. Spike's scent was everywhere, and it was mingled with Buffy's. A tiny growl escaped Angel's throat. He thought that Spike had come back without his knowledge and had been fighting Buffy; it never occurred to him that they were together. As far as he knew, he and Buffy were together and happy. He didn't even remember her seventeenth birthday, because to him it hadn't happened yet.

Angel headed straight for Buffy's house. He knew he probably shouldn't because Joyce would ask questions, but at the moment he only cared about Buffy's safety.

He reached the front door, but didn't think Spike was there. Deciding that no matter what, he couldn't burst in, he rang the doorbell.

Dawn answered. She was still smiling from something Xander had said, and her face didn't change when she saw Angel.

When he said nothing, she slowly frowned. "Angel?" she said, extremely confused.

"Dawn," he said. "Is Buffy here? I just wanted to see if she was…I mean, I had this feeling that…"

Dawn hadn't seen Angel this, well, shy in a long time. He used to remind her of an abused puppy, before he lost his soul. The first time, that is, she added dryly.

"Is something wrong, Dawnie?" Buffy asked, walking up behind Dawn. She had gotten worried when it took Dawn so long to answer the door.

Buffy looked mildly surprised at Angel's appearance, but the feeling passed quickly.
"Hey," she said.

At that one syllable word, Angel felt all of his troubles slip away. "Buffy," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Come in," Buffy said, slightly worried about Angel.

Gulping, Angel followed.

At the Hyperion Hotel

Cordelia and Willow had long since finished their giggle-fit. They were now talking about, as Cordy put it, "The Good 'ol Bad Days".

Wesley strode in, a dusty old tome in his hands. "I think I've found-Where's Angel?"

Cordelia and Willow stopped their conversation to notice that Angel was in fact gone.

"Did you see him leave?" Cordelia asked Willow. Willow shrugged and looked at Wesley apologetically. "He must have slipped out?" she asked more than said, sounding very much like her high school-self.

"But where would he go?" Wesley asked, getting the Watcher Don't-Bother-Me-I'm-Thinking look. Willow and Cordy looked at each other. "Buffy," they said in unison.

A/N: Ha! A semi-cliffhanger! laughs evilly So, anyway. I have reasons for leaving it here. One: Homework! Two: Angel is on right now. Three: My muse decided to get thirsty, and went to a bar. In Budapest! Well, anyway. Thanks for reading! Now review! (my muse can get dangerous sometimes…)