AN: Okay, I got a lot of 'Angel is mean' responses to the last chapter. Don't worry he was just trying to deal. Sometimes I get sick of a compliant 'yes-man' Angel. This one has been human for two years, living like a normal person, doing normal things; he isn't the same guy we have in canon. Angel isn't going to be harsh, maybe just a little, but so is Buffy. There's an angsty road ahead. Thanks, Maddy.

PART TWO:

"…You didn't have to yell like that."

"Oh, no you don't. This," a pause. "Is not my fault. I didn't ask for her to bolt from the house-"

"No, she'd stay there listening to the man she loves yell at her, saying that he wished she'd leave…that he doesn't love her."

"She's not my Buffy, I don't love her. I can't. She's not mine."

A sigh. "But she loves you. She doesn't see another world's Angel, she is seeing hers. The one she loves. You made her run, Angel. You made her fall."

"You always do." I said, as I opened my eyes and found that I was lying flat on my back. Giles was standing over me, smiling. I couldn't see Angel, where was he? I know I heard him speak. I lifted my head, tears filled my eyes. Angel was sitting by my legs, holding a hand towel in his hands. He looked away, and then placed the hand towel on my forehead. It was wet and cold, he moved the towel about my forehead, so loving and caring. I felt like screaming at the injustice. I can't have this. "Thanks, you don't have to."

"I kind of do."

"Still have guilt issues, I see. Some things don't change."

"Buffy," said Giles. "Do you feel like any food? You must be exhausted and I feel like some dinner, how about you, Angel?"

"Dinner?" I asked, taking the towel from head and trying to sit up. Angel pushed me onto my back and put the towel back onto my head. "Quit it."

"No, you're going to rest."

"Slayer, remember?"

"I don't care, you collapsed in the middle of Restfield. You're lucky I found you."

"You're only saying that. You'd find me anywhere."

"Even if I was blind."

I swallowed and wanted to kiss him so badly, "Giles, you said something about dinner?" I said, changing the subject and the person I was talking to. "What time is it?"

"9:14."

"Oh, I was asleep for ages."

"11 hours, 37 minutes." Said Angel, he shrugged when I gave him a weird look. "Hey, I was worried."

"I appreciate it, but…"

"I'm sorry, more sorry than I'll ever be able to say. I don't want to make excuses, but this is a little hard for me."

"Only a little, huh?"

"I adjust easy."

"Are you two quite finished, or should I come back later?" snapped Giles. "If you want something, Buffy, I could whip something up. We haven't eaten-"

"What about the Gang," I said, suddenly remembering they were going to be rung. "Did you tell them what happened?"

"Yes, we did."

"Xander thought it was the funniest thing ever and starting poking your arm while you were out." Explained Angel. "I hit him."

"Not too hard I hope." Said Giles, "When did that happen?"

"When you were talking to Willow."

"Ah." Was all Giles said, but I knew there was more to it than just 'oh, yes. I remember that.'

"What was up with Willow?" I asked.

"She didn't take the news very well. It's nothing to worry about, Willow just has to deal with it so she and the rest of us can find a way to get you back."

"And your Buffy here." I added, "it would be weird if we were in the same place at the same time."

"Yes, very confusing. Do you want something to eat?"

"Yes, I'd like that. Not sure if I'll be able to keep it down, but you don't know until you try." Giles paled, hesitated before walking towards the door. I laughed, "I'm only joking. No vomiting, promise."

Angel removed the towel from my forehead, put the back of his hand against my skin, left it there for a moment then took it off. "No temperature, we were afraid you might have gotten sick. I waited too long to go out after you, I'm sorry."

"Not your fault. I understand that you feel weirded out by me being here. I'm weirded out too."

"I still shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I shouldn't have said those things."

"What, like you didn't love me?" I asked grinning, Angel looked away. I sat up, my muscles ached. "It hurt that you said that, I only saw Angel saying that he didn't love me. I didn't see you saying it. I'm the one who shouldn't have reacted the way I did."

"No, it's my fault."

"It's both your fault." Said Giles from the doorway, it seems he hadn't left yet. "You both need to deal with your guilt issues. It's always the same with you two."

"It is not, she's not even from here," said Angel in mock defensiveness. "Do you want any help with dinner?"

"No, I'll manage. Angel, maybe you could get some clothes for Buffy."

"Um, why?"

"Because she's staying here for the night."

"I am, oh, that's right." I said remembering, "'Cause it'll be weird. There's a lot of that going around."

"Giles, I think it'll be okay if Buffy stayed at the mansion with me. There is three other rooms made up, she can stay in one of those."

Giles came back into the room. "Are you sure that's wise?"

"Giles, I don't mind." I said.

"It's not that, you don't belong here, Buffy. We need to send you home, set this right. If you see what this world is like, it'll be harder when you have to leave."

I was about to say something back when, bam! I let out a scream as a rush of sound and images filled my head…

"Angel," I said, pointing at the shelf. We were decorating the guest bedroom, well the first guest bedroom. We were fitting out three guest bedrooms in total. "Could you move it over a bit, we still need to fit in the table for the fishbowl and the painting above it."

"Honey, we are not getting a fish."

I pouted, Angel quickly looked away. "Come on, one little fish in a little fish bowl, you know, one of those really clichéd bowls that everyone seems to have."

"No pets, we don't have time to look after them." Angel seemed to be very interested in the wallpaper, which in my opinion isn't very interesting. It's a cream colour; Angel's reasoning for choosing something boring was that it suited everyone and everything. That's hard to argue with, but it doesn't change the fact that it's boring. My mom suggested that we hang things on the walls to take the focus off the wallpaper, that's what we did.

"Oh, come on. One pet for two people, it's a good idea."

"No pets."

"Why not?"

"I only asked you to move in 3 weeks ago and you're already-"

"Making this my home?"

"Yes, I'm getting-"

"You're not going to change your mind are you?" 'Cause I swear that if you are, no sex for a month."

"No, I'm not changing my mind. But I am getting stressed, I've never had to deal with girlfriends moving in before."

"I should hope-"

"Buffy? Buffy, snap out of it!"

"Giles, ring someone."

"Who?"

"I don't know, anyone, what's happening to her?"

Suddenly I could see again, Angel was by my side, holding me upright. Giles was kneeling next to him.

"Oh, thank god you're okay." Said Giles, smiling.

"Are you okay?" asked Angel, looking very concerned.

"I'm fine."

"What happened?" asked Giles

"I remembered."

I sat in the lounge again, staring at my hands. They are just as I remember them. Remember…Giles and Angel are outside the room talking about me. They are trying to be as quiet as possible, but I can hear them.

"I don't understand how this happened." Said Giles.

"She's not supposed to remember, they're different people. This Buffy is here and our Buffy is there. That's what's going on, isn't it?"

"We can't be sure about that anymore. It's possible that they've-"

"No! They are not sharing a body. How is that even possible? How do I get my Buffy back?"

Tears welled in my eyes, but I blinked them away. Now isn't the time to cry, I have to be strong and keep it together…so I can go home. Giles is right, the more I'm here and the more I see, the less I want to go home. If I could have my way, I'd stay here forever.

"Buffy, there is something that you need to know." Said Giles seriously as he and Angel walked back in. Oh god, what now? He reached for a photo frame on his desk and handed it to me.

I nearly dropped it from shock, "But…she's dead. Angelus killed her."

"Not in this world he didn't. Jenny and I are married, Jenny's two months pregnant, we only found out last week, of course you know…well, not anymore."

The photo was of Giles and Jenny at their wedding day, he looked quite handsome, but Jenny looked beautiful. She's alive, they're married and starting a family. Although the thought of him and Jenny – ew! Don't go there.

"You're gonna have a child?" I asked, wiping away the tears. "Giles, this is…I'm so happy for you. Married, a father, wow." I reached out and gave him a hug.

"Thank you, Buffy." He pulled away. "Buffy, do you want to go back to the mansion?"

"You mean, we don't have anything else to talk about, you know, about me remembering things I shouldn't?"

"It won't be any different in the morning, unless by some miracle the spell is reversed. You should rest, we all should and tomorrow you can meet the others."

"Sure. If it's okay you with, Angel."

"It is." He said softly, not looking me in the eyes. My heart felt a pang, he doesn't want me there to complicate things, but he knows I'll feel better in the mansion than in Giles and Jenny's house. Wow, I think it's going to take a while for me to adjust to that news. I wonder where she is.

"Okay, you should get going." Giles walked over to the front door, opened it and waited for Angel and I to join him. Once we were all standing near the threshold, Giles spoke again:

"Call me if anything else comes up," he said to Angel, then directed his attention at me. "Including if you remember things you shouldn't."

"I will. Oh, where is Jenny? Is she hiding away somewhere?"

"No, she's gone to see her family, give them the good news." He smiled fondly.

"Oh, I might never get to see her again."

"It'll be okay. I'll ring her and see if she can get home early."

"I'd like that."

"I'll see you tomorrow then," Giles, waving us off. I waved back.

"We'll come over after breakfast." Said Angel, holding the door open for me. Maybe he won't hate me for this, after all. I smiled at him as I walked through the doorway.

Angel unlocked the front door of the mansion, opened it, let me walk in first and locked it behind us. I turned on the light, Angel's eyes widened.

"No, it's not a memory. I remember it from my world, the light-switch positions haven't changed."

"Oh."

"Sorry."

"What about?"

"I don't know, for not remembering or for remembering anything in the first place."

"It's not your fault."

"Do you believe that, or are you just saying it to make both of us feel better?"

Angel didn't answer; he took off his duster and put in on the coat hanger by the door. I turned away, and then thought better of it.

"Can you take me to a room, I'm tired."

"Sure."

Angel led the way up the stairs and to the right, we passed two doors on the right hand side of the hallway, at the third Angel opened the door, turned on the light before stepping out of the way. I walked into a beautiful room, the cream wallpaper was in this room too, but I know that this isn't the room where my flashback was placed. A double bed was pushed against the far wall, two bedside tables on either side, a wardrobe and tallboy were opposite the bed, a large ornate mirror was near the double pane window. It was cozy and comfortable; I felt a twinge that I knew this room. Don't remember anything, please don't.

"Well, you can stay here. It's the best room besides the master. You make yourself comfortable, I'll be back with a pair of pyjamas." He left quickly, I didn't move from my spot until he returned.

"Here you go." Angel handed me a pair of pyjamas I didn't recognize. I was glad.

"Thanks."

"If you need anything I'll be at the other end-"

"I know where your room is."

"Right. I'll see you in the morning." He was nearly out of the room, before I turned to face him.

"Angel, will this be the first time you haven't shared a bed with her since she moved in?"

"Yeah. 8 months of sleeping next to her is something you get used to."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault. Just get some sleep."

"Goodnight."

He hesitated before saying it back. "Goodnight, Buffy." He closed the door as he left, I walked to the bed, ran my hand over the covers. The pyjamas in my hands fell to the floor when I saw the photo frame on the far bedside table.

It was Angel and I – I mean, Angel and Buffy – it was a photo of them at the beach, laughing, looking sublimely happy. I walked around the bed and picked up the frame, traced the outline of Angel's face and put it back down. It's not fair that I get to see this.

I then saw another door; curiously I went and opened it. Inside was an ensuite.

"Nice." I went back and got my pj's. The ensuite has a shower, a bath and toilet and sink. I decided on a shower, there was a panic moment, but there were two towels and some soap and shampoo.

Thirty minutes later my head hit the pillow.

"I was dreaming."

"About what?"

"About us." I answered turning over onto my stomach, Angel's arm fell across my back, and he tightened his hold on me.

"Well, what happened?"

"Nothing, we were just very, very happy."

"Oh, it that all."

I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was grinning like that freaky cat off Alice in Wonderland. That made me smile like the freaky cat too.

"Angel, are you sure you want to get married?"

"I wouldn't have taken you to a picnic at the beach and proposed to you if I didn't mean it. It took me ages getting that food together."

"Hardy, har, har."

"I love you, you know that. I don't want to think about the rest of my life if you're not in it."

"I know the feeling." I moved up and put my head on his chest, thump, thump, thump. "It's a good sound. I'll never get sick of hearing it."

"Me either."

"Happy anniversary, sweetie. Two years of being human."

"Best two years ever."

"I love you, so much." I kissed him on the lips for only a moment, knowing that it would annoy him. "Goodnight."

"What, you've got to be kidding me. Come here."

I laughed as he pulled my lips towards his, again and again.

I woke screaming, oh, god. They're getting married. I sat up, turned on the lamp just as Angel came tearing into the room.

"Are you okay?" he rushed at the bed, I positioned the blanket around me, I was fully clothed but it made me feel better. "What happened?"

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

"Buffy, what's wrong? Why did you scream?" He sat along side and reached out to touch my arm, I felt his warm skin on mine. I moved away. "Buffy, speak to me."

"Married." I said so softly that Angel couldn't hear.

"Sorry, Buffy, please speak to me."

"Married. You're getting married! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry, but Giles and I talked about it while you were unconscious, that it would be better for everyone if we-"

"Didn't say anything? I remember, not you proposing at the beach, but later that day, at night. That's when the photo was taken wasn't it?" I said gesturing towards the bedside table.

"Yes, we had a tourist take it for us. The Gang wasn't there that day, one of the only days were we didn't see them. It was a nice break from Xander."

"You proposed on my birthday."

"Yeah, it seemed the perfect day." He said shrugging.

"It was."

"But I have no ring." I said showing my hand, which was very ring-less.

"Demon guts got the ring dirty. We took it to the jewellers two days ago, it should be ready the day after tomorrow."

"Oh. I want to go back to sleep."

Angel nodded. "Okay, if you're sure."

"I'm sure. You don't want to be around me, and it's confusing if I'm around you. The less time we spend together the better."

"For who, Buffy?"

"Both of us."

"Sure, whatever." He got off the bed; it was then that I noticed he was shirtless. Damn it!

"Angel…wait."

"Goodnight, Buffy." He closed the door as I burst into tears. I curled up in the bed sobbing, within seconds I felt Angel lie next to me. "I'm so sorry…" he pulled my small body towards him, I let him. "Please, don't cry." I rolled over as Angel put his arms out to hold me, after sliding into his embrace I buried my face in his chest, still crying. This isn't fair! Haven't we been through enough? Why did this have to happen? "I'm so sorry, Buffy." He said again, soothingly rubbing my back. "I've been…selfishly thinking about myself, you're hurting too. Our life has been perfect, you get used to hardly ever being in danger, having a life together. It was perfect, but you're still Buffy, it shouldn't matter if you're not from here. Forgive me?"

"Y-yes."

"Oh, love, please don't cry."

That only made me cry more.

TBC…

Next part should be up in two weeks or so. Hope you had fun reading this part, you know what to do…read and review. Love, Maddy