Summery: One dream starts the whole thing. But can Buffy keep it all from happening... again? Disclaimer: Characters are not mine so on and so forth, you get the picture.

She woke with a jump. There it was again. Louder this time. She flung her covers off and silently went to her door. She had heard a scream. She knew it. She looked down the hall. No one was there. Slowly and carefully she walked to her mother's room. Again, no one there. It was time to go down the stairs. At the top she paused. Who had made that sound? Correction, she thought. What had made that sound? In an instant she was down stairs and in the kitchen doorway, where she instantly stopped. Her mother was there. Alone.

"Sorry honey, did I wake you? I was up and then it was broken."

Buffy looked around. There were so many things broken. There were some plates, a vase, bowls and as she turned the corner there it was. Correction she thought. There he was. Angel lay on the floor broken and bleeding. A look of horror crossed her face.

Buffy heard a voice behind her say, "So what do you think did I do good?" Buffy turned a Faith's voice. She had not been in the room before. Before Buffy turned all the way she felt the pain of the knife sliding into her side. Faith whispered into her ear, "It's good to be back. Sorry you'll miss it."

Buffy flung herself up. "It was all a dream. No need to get worked up." She could not help to look at her side any way. Her tank top was clean, no blood. Buffy slowly walked to her mother's room for what seemed like the second time that night. Her mother was still sleeping, though Buffy could do so no longer. So why not go for a walk.

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On her walk she found herself out side of Angel's door, like usual. Maybe he would not even be home. It was still dark he could be out. She suddenly wished she had worn a watch. She knew it had been before five when she left the house. Her other thoughts consisted of why did I ware heals and these jeans feel tighter than normal. Her brain was desperately searching for something to think about other that the dream she refused to think of.

She finally raised her hand to knock. He wasn't there. Maybe I'll just wait for him by the door. She woke and it was light outside. Though she could hardly tell from inside the darkened room. She was lying on the couch. By turning her head Buffy could see Angel reading his book by the fireplace.

"What time is it?" Buffy asked while rubbing her eyes.

"Two. I tried to wake you, but you gave me a pretty solid right hook." He moved his hand to his eye. If there had been a bruise, it had already healed.

"Thanks. I've been practicing." Buffy sat up and attempted to delay the reason of why she came.

"So, I'll assume you're here for a reason." He raised and walked towards her.

"Nope. I've got to go." She began to quickly walk towards the door. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.

"Buffy." Simply saying her name made her knees weak. Buffy pulled away. She could not help but see his figure lying on the floor. She shook her head. He turned away.

"I just wanted to make sure that you were ok. That's all"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Look, I've really got to be going. School awaits"

"Buffy" There was the shaking again. She walked over to him.

As reassuringly as possible Buffy said, "It was nothing, really." She kissed him quickly on the lips, and then she suddenly got a flash of her dream. She kissed him passionately, what if this was their last time together. Finally she pulled a way and walked out into the sunlight. Buffy almost turned around and went back in, but she needed to find Giles.

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He was in the library like normal. "So, you know how we haven't seen much of Faith lately?" She quickly told him about her dream.

"Well not all of your dreams come true. Do you remember the last dream you had about Angel?"

Her eyes widened. "When did I tell you about that dream!"

"No I mean the one about Drusilla and Angel."

"Oh. You should be more specific." Buffy sat on the table.

Just then the rest of the Scooby gang and Wesley walked in. "So what's new," asked Xander.

"Nothing. Every things quiet." Buffy looked over at Giles, hoping that she got her point across. "Well, we all have class to get to." Buffy made towards the door.

Willow said quietly, "No we don't. You missed school today."

"Oh then I guess we don't have anything to do."

"Yes, it has been rather calm." Giles said as he rubbed his glasses.

"So Buffy are you coming to the Bronze tonight?"

"Yeah, Oz is playing tonight," Willow said, almost jumping out of her chair.

"Sure I guess. Well, I've got to go."

After Buffy passed through the doors, Xander said to Willow, "She's weird today."

Giles stood and walked into his office, and the rest of the group spit up.

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Buffy was sitting with Willow and Xander. Cordelia was on another kick about hating them all for the time being, which happened to be fine with Buffy. Unexpectedly, Buffy felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She instantly knew who it was.

"Can I talk to you?" Buffy excused herself and walked away with Angel. "Weren't we going patrolling tonight?"

"Sure. Let's go." Buffy moved towards the door.

"Aren't you going to tell them?"

"Well, you're full of questions." Buffy looked back to her friends. They were laughing, not knowing how Buffy was feeling. Under her breath she added, "Why bother them?" Buffy walked out the door and Angel followed.

Back at the table Xander asked, "Hey, did you see where she went?"

"No," said Willow, not moving her eyes from Oz.

"You know, she has been acting really weird lately."

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They went to the nearest graveyard, hardly speaking. There was distance between them. The dream seemed to stick in Buffy's mind. Angel was about to break the silence, when they were attacked from the side. Every vampire that Buffy kicked and punched looked like Faith. Every staking was a thrill. After what seemed like three minutes all five of the vampires were dust. They seemed to be attacking in packs now. Angel was about to speak when Buffy kissed him. Maybe Faith had been right about one thing, slaying did make slayers hungry and wanting more action.

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Buffy went home that night to find the door slightly ajar. She called out her mother's name, and got no response. She turned to face the family room and saw it. Correction, she thought. She saw her.

Faith was sitting on the arm on the chair, in her usual slutty outfit. Joyce was lying on the couch with dried blood on her head. "Hey, B. You miss me?"

"Never."

"Well, I'm still sorry that I couldn't be around as much as I used to. The whole evil thing is really taking up my time."

"I'll bet. So why don't you leave. I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, testy today aren't we? I didn't come here just to hit your mom and leave. Though that was a nice bonus." Buffy began to move towards her weapons chest. "No, bad girl. I'm not done taking to you."

Buffy ran towards it only to find Faith slamming her foot on to the top. Faith hit Buffy and sent her across the room into the wall. Buffy got up and returned the punch. They began to fight heavily, both becoming bloody and tired. The final punch was Buffy's. She sent Faith sprawling against the coffee table. Faith rose clinging to her side. "I'll see you later B. Maybe I'll go visit your boy-toy." Buffy suddently wondered if Faith knew about her dream. It was impossible, or was it?