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Angel sat in his dark and silent office, with his head in his hands, gently massaging his temples. It had been a difficult day, just like all the others. A familiar scent drifted towards his sensitive nose and he raised his head, eyes wide open now. No, it couldn't be, he thought to himself. Before he could react, the doors to his office flew and Buffy stormed in. The air around her crackled with anger and fury and Angel involuntarily flinched backwards, he hadn't seen Buffy angry in awhile but he knew her anger was almost always justified. Mentally, he ran down the list of things he had done that could get her so angry. Spike, he thought, that twerp Andrew must have told her about Spike.

"What aren't you telling me?" she asked. Angel's mind wasn't catching up to his mouth and he said;

"What?" Buffy quickly crossed the room and stopped a few feet away from her first love, not trusting herself to go any closer. If she did, there were two distinct situations running through her head. The first; she would collapse, crying into his arms, begging him to tell her what he knew or the second; she would plunge a large piece of wood into his unbeating heart, neither appealed to her so she stayed her distance. She repeated her question slowly, as though speaking with a toddler, not a man who could have her grandfather four times over.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"Buffy, I don't understand"

"Oh, that means share time for Buffy. Sit down and let me tell you a story" Buffy glared at the vampire with a soul, and he backed up, not willing to take his eyes off Buffy, until he reached his chair. Buffy started to pace in front of Angel's desk.

"Where to start?" she asked herself, "Oh, I know. So, once upon a time, there was this pretty little girl, who by some weird twist of fate became the Slayer. Now after burning down her school's gym, she, her mom and her little sister moved to a quaint little town called Sunnydale, which just so happened to be sitting on top of a giant gaping Hellmouth. She quickly met her Watcher and two new friends, but that wasn't enough, was it? She had to go and fall in love, and not with any normal Joe, she fell in love in with a big, bad, albeit gorgeous vampire. Oh but not to worry, this vampire had himself a nice, painful soul. So, after exhausting the Romeo and Juliet scenario, they decided to consummate their relationship. Big mistake, the Slayer's nice, loving vampire with a soul turned into crazy, homicidal Big Bad. So what could the Slayer do but kill the love of her life? And she did, but not before his soul was restored. But by then it was too late, so she had to send him to hell, sending a big chunk of her heart with him. After a while, the Slayer started to move on with her life, even dating someone else, but what do you know, Lover Boy comes back into the picture. But they couldn't be together, despite the raging hormones and nearly uncontrollable urges, because now their's was simply a business relationship. Then Lover Boy decides that he can't be with the Slayer anymore because it's just too hard. So after breaking up with her and helping her avert yet another apocalypse, he leaves her without even a good-bye. So they spend some time apart, neither one really benefiting from their new situation, until the Slayer finds out her lover has been spying on her, so she goes to see him in his new home in L.A, seeking answers." Here, Angel looked down, unable to stop the memories from flowing back. Does she know? No, she can't.

"So after an extremely pointless encounter, the Slayer returns to Sunnydale and starts a new life. College, a new boyfriend, fighting demons, you know the usual. But then of course, this boyfriend runs out on her too. Now if that wasn't enough, her long time enemy reveals he's in love with her and then, and this is just the icing on the cake, she dies! But or course, in Sunnydale, no one stays dead, so she comes back. In an effort to prove that she is still the person she used to be, she starts sleeping with her enemy, who by the way is another vampire except this one doesn't have a soul, only a chip in his head to stop him from hurting humans." Angel squirmed at the mention of Buffy sleeping with Spike; Buffy ignored him and went on.

"In essence, this girl is just using the vampire and when she tells him this, he runs off and gets his soul for her, but not before trying to rape her. After a painful and extremely tumultuous year, the girl realizes that despite all their history, she loves this vampire. So she tells him and guess what? He dies, a very brave, heroic death, but a death none the less. So that's my story, but due to some odd dreams I've been having lately concerning me pregnant by you, my human husband, I've come to realize that it might not be the whole story." Angel broke in finally, sensing the end of her rambling. He knew she'd needed to get this off her chest since the day they met.

"You were pregnant?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yeah, well that or I had a giant tumor that we were picking out names for." Buffy deflated, the anger all but gone, she was instead a sad, little girl wanting the truth. "Angel, please." Angel gave in.

"You're right; it's not the whole story. When you came to see me in L.A after I was spying on you, I didn't kill the Morha demon the first time."

"What do you mean, the first time?"

Angel sighed, expecting the worst, but not expecting what did happen. Before he could answer his large office doors flew open again and there was no mistaking the smooth, British accented voice that wafted in, followed by the equally unmistakable bleached blonde hair that could only belong to one man or rather one vampire.

"Hey Boss, man, I was wondering if you had any of those . . . . . . Buffy?" Spike's face was swarmed with a million emotions, fear, hope, lust, love and just a hint of nausea among others. Buffy, unable to comprehend what she was seeing, looked at Angel in disbelief before looking at Spike and back again.

"What the hell is going on here?" The words exploded out of her and both vampires attempted to explain at once.

"Look, Buffy, I can explain . . . ." Angel started.

"Listen, Buffy, funny story . . . . ." Spike cut him off. Buffy raised her hands to silence them both.

"Never mind, I don't want to be lied to anymore, I'll find out by myself" She spun around and headed to the doors, pausing, she said to Angel;

"We were having a girl. A baby girl, you wanted to name her Anne" Without waiting for his answer, she left the office, leaving the two vampires who loved her, staring after her. Spike turned to Angel, disbelief evident on his face.

"What did you do?"