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Dedication: To my readers... because they pushed me.

Summary: Buffy Summers and Angelus O'Connor. Worst enemies. Brother and sister-in-law. And falling in love.

Spoilers: In my mind only.

Reviews: Only unless you want this story to carry on...



Buffy gazed round the reception of the restaurant.

"Mmm, chandeliers! Hope they're real crystal."

Buffy turned to stare at her sister. "God, you have the ability to become a snob in less than a minute."

Faith gave her a haughty look. "No, B, I have the ability to adapt to my surroundings."

Buffy smiled slightly and shook her head. "Sure, whatever."

"Can I help you ladies?"

Buffy turned back round to find a waiter staring down at her. "Yes, we're meant to be meeting a Mr and Mrs O'Connor here."

The waiter walked round the large mahogany desk and scanned the sign in book. "Ah, yes, Mr and Mrs O'Connor and their party are waiting for you. If you'd like to come this way."

"Great, we're late." Buffy muttered. "Darla's going to kill us."

Faith shrugged. "So, tell me a time when she doesn't."

Buffy smirked and followed the waiter to a large table at the back of the restaurant. "Hey mom, dad, Darla, Spike, Cordelia, Jenny, Giles and... Angelus." She paused before saying her brother-in-laws name. Seeing him a black suit with a black silk shirt gave the shivers. God, Buffy, what are you thinking?! He's practically your brother! So, he looks good enough to eat and is totally gorgeous, is that a good enough reason to lust after him? Y- The answer is NO!



Angelus looked up as a waiter brought his two sister-in-laws over to the table. He nodded in greeting to Faith and turned his head to look at Buffy as she said his name. His mouth nearly dropped to the floor. His normally plain and baggy-clothes-wearing sister-in-law had gone beyond his imagination and decided to wear tight, figure-hugging blood red dress that reached the floor. Observing her as she sat down, he was amazed that the dress had straps and showed an average amount of cleavage. Her silky blonde hair was down, but was pushed behind her ears so that it showed her thin slender neck. Angelus looked sideways at his wife and compared her to her sister. Seeing that Buffy was a thousand more times more beautiful than Darla he immediately decided who his next conquest should be. Let's see if Buffy is as good a sister as she makes out to be. Smirking slightly he let himself be dragged back into the conversation.



Buffy sat down at her place between Faith and Spike. She noticed Angelus watching her from across the table but challenged herself to ignore his gaze. Handing the contract for her half of the company to Spike, Cordelia started to boast over the fact that she was famous and much richer than Buffy.

"It's shame you're not taller, Buffy," Cordelia said suddenly, "You could have made a great model."

Buffy stared at her and forced a smile. "Thank you." She murmured, trying to force her anger down.

Spike scanned Buffy. "I think she could still become one, if she wanted." He commented.

Buffy looked up at Spike and smiled warmly. "You're sweet." She told him.

Cordelia huffed loudly. "No, she couldn't. She doesn't have the height. In fact, I don't think she's thin enough either."

"You'd know all about that." Buffy muttered, so that only Faith and Spike could hear.

Cordelia's large brown eyes narrowed. "Sorry?" She snapped.

Buffy shook her head and smiled smugly. "Nothing." She turned to look at Darla. "Darla, me and Faith are going to Xander's opening night tonight at ten. Do you want to come?"

Darla nodded. "Sure, I think everyone should go. It'll be fun."

Everyone nodded.

"I don't think me and Rupert will go." Jenny said softly, "It's not really our scene."

Joyce nodded her head. "Same with me and Hank. I think we'd just prefer to go and home."

Buffy remembered her earlier conversation with her mother. "Mom, what was it that you wanted to tell me?" She asked, sipping some of the red wine that Spike had poured for her.

Joyce exchanged a look with Hank, who was staring stonily and his plate. "Well, me and your father have been arguing a lot lately and have decided that it's probably for the best if... we have a trial separation."

Buffy stared at her mother, then her father and then her mother again. "Right." She whispered.

Darla's face scrunched up as if she was about to cry. "Mom? You can't!"

Joyce smiled slightly. "It's okay sweetie, it's for the best."

A waiter came up to the table. "Can I take your orders now for dinner?"

Buffy told him her order and waited as everyone else did the same. As she started to fiddle with her napkin, she felt a light touch on her leg.



Hey, sorry I've been out of the loop, but as Buffy ended, I've kind of been drifting away, but I read all my reviews for this story and so I'm going to try and carry on.

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This chapter hasn't been betaed cause I wanted it up now, so excuse me for any mistakes.

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