I stepped off of the plane and entered the New York city airport. I was scared. My hands trembled and I think the baby was nervous too. I glanced around the airport until I spotted a tall fair skinned rather fit and handsome man holding a cheap sign labeled 'Summers'. He reminded me a bit of Angel and I thought they might be related. But then I thought 'Angel doesn't have any family left... just me and the baby.'

The man noticed me and smiled, waving slightly. I approached him.

"Hi." He said "Are you Buffy?"

"Yes... and you're..."

"David..."

"No last name?"

"Not really... well yeah but it's not important." He looked around for a bit and picked up my suitcases. "How are you?"

We began to walk.

"Uh... as good as I can be when my husband died two days ago and I'm suspect, I'm carrying a baby and having an affair with my ex... while I was married. Then I was stuck on a plane for six and a half hours, mushed in between to old people who smelled like rotten apples."

"I'll take that as not good."

He put my suitcase in the back of his car and opened the passenger side for me. I slid in and watched David walk around to the other end of the door and get in and begin to drive.

"Where are we going?"

"My apartment. I have a guest bedroom, it's not the Ritz but it'll do."

"So how do you two know each other?"

"Angel and I?" He asked "We met when he was Angelus, he tried to kill me and ditto for me too. We gave up and eventually warmed up to each other. Became friends and he stayed with me for a bit when he came to New York, hadn't heard from him in about a year so imagine my surprise when he called."

"I hope I'm not being to intrusive."

"Oh not at all. I'm always eager to help out who I can."

I smiled at him and rested my hands on my stomach.

"When are you due?" He asked

"About four to five weeks." I muttered

"What are you having?"

"I think I'm having a girl but I'm not sure."

"Oh... so how's Angel dealing with becoming a father?"

"Pretty good."

We stopped and arrived at his apartment. He was right. It wasn't the Ritz but it was nice and felt safe. A trunk sat behind the couch, most likely full of weapons, so he had to know how to fight... or so I hoped.

David lead me to my room and I began to un pack.
"Well let me know if you need anything. I'm gonna go to the store really quick... did you want..."

"Chocolate!" I nearly screamed

God I've been craving chocolate for so long, it's been driving me crazy.

"Okay... what kind?"

"Any."

He smiled at me and walked out of the room. I glanced out of the window, then went back to unpacking.

That night, I patrolled absently. My mind was with Buffy, I wondered how she was and if she was all right. I had explained to the 'ever-so-kind' Detective Darves that Buffy had to leave for a 'family emergency', which wasn't exactly a lie. Just not the whole truth.

I had killed seven vamps tonight. And I was scared out of my mind, but no one knew who ordered the hit on Jason, or who did it. I finally gave up and went back home.

On the way I stopped by a phone booth and called Buffy.
"Hello?" David answered

"Hey, it's me. Did she make it okay?" He asked

"Yeah... she's fine. A bit on edge and nervous but she's all right."

"Oh."

"She's a sweet kid, kinda strange... really really non articulate but... sweet none the less."

"Yeah. So she's okay?"

"Yep. She's just resting."

"Could I talk to her?"

"Sure."

I heard footsteps and a knock on a door. Then a moment later Buffy picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi. It's me."

"Hello me." She said, I could tell she was smiling.

"How are you?"

"Tired. Scared. I want you."

"I know." I replied "I'll be there as soon as it's safe okay. But until I need you to stay indoors, travel only by day and don't leave at night unless you're with David or it's an emergency, understand?"

"Yes sir." She said, mocking me

I smiled at this.

"How's the baby?"

"She's fine. Kicking like crazy."

"Oh."

There was an uncommon silence.

"I'm gonna let you get some sleep. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Good. Bye Angel."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone, and went to bed. But I couldn't sleep. Buffy kept popping back in my head. How could I fix this? I had to figure out who ordered the hit... who did it and kill them. That was the only way. Plain and simple. But in order to kill them, I have to find them, and to find them, I have to have info... looks like it's time to visit an old friend.