Title: Facing the Crowd

Author: Maeve Bran

Summary: Buffy finds herself in an unfamliar situation. 200 words.

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy.

Prompt: For jedibuttercup, for the btvsatslove drabblethon. She requested Buffy/Wesley, Illyria/Wesley, or Buffy/Giles.

Notes: This is the 5th in a continuing series of drabbles.


Buffy fully entered the room. "Good morning, all," she said to the waiting audience. She sensed that they had all been talking about her just before she entered. "I hope you saved me some breakfast."

"I have some eggs here with your name on them," Angel said as he slid a plate toward her on the counter.

"Thanks," she said as she grabbed a fork and dug in. Not that she was starving, but it was a way to for stall the questions she was hoping to avoid.

"Now that the Slayer is up, it is time for me to turn in," Spike said as he left.

"I desire to see what the small slayers are up to," said Illyria imperiously. "Come, Wesley."

"I go where I am commanded," Wes managed as he was practically carried out of the kitchen.

Buffy's relief was almost visible. Angel glanced at Buffy and Giles. He faintly sniffed the air but didn't say anything.

"I'll leave you two alone. You obviously have things to talk about." Angel said as he took off the apron he'd been wearing. "Buffy, if you need me, you know where to find me," he said cryptically as he left.

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