A/N: In an amazing mood! Got loads of reviews for all my fanfics! So, thank you sooo much! And I promise, this is 100% BANGEL goodness :) If you see any hints of Spuffy, that is just me teasing Angel ! =P Reviews rock my socks ;)

Angel awoke the next morning as the sun hit his face, causing him to groan. He patted his arm besides him, although was dissapointed when he realised the bed was empty. Angel sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust his eyes to the light. He pulled back the covers and stepped out of bed, stretching his arms. Angel travelled over to the cot, which had become a routine when he woke up, and was confused to see it empty. Angel stepped backwards and cocked his head to the side, wondering where his daughter and girlfriend had gone.

Angel pulled on his night gown and headed out of the room. He wandered down the stairs, stiffling a yawn. Angel looked into the sitting room, noticed it was empty and turned around, walking towards the kitchen. Luckily, he heard voices from the kitchen and was glad that he wasn't alone. Faith, Cordelia and Dawn sat at the table, all munching on some breakfast. He smiled as he sat down besides Dawn, wishing them all a good morning. He looked around and sighed, hoping that Buffy and Phoebe had been here.

"No worries, big guy, Buffy took Phoebe out with Spike," said Faith, taking a sip of orange juice.

Angel nearly choked on a piece of toast he had began eating. Dawn patted him on the back, smirking at Angels response. Angel coughed slightly and took a sip of Cordelia's water.

"Why with Spike ?" questioned Angel.

"You weren't awake," shrugged Faith.

"Yeah, Phoebe was being fussy aswell," added Dawn, smiling.

"I think she gets her stubborness from Buffy," said Cordelia.

Angel nodded and took another bite of toast, hoping not to choke this time. He sat there in silence, eating his toast, whilst listening to the girls conversation. Suddenly, the front door opened and voices echoed around the house. Angel realised Buffy and Spike were home, it took all his strength not to jump up and punch Spike. Buffy pushed the pram into the kitchen, stepping down on the brake, and picked up Phoebe. Buffy kissed Angel on the cheek and slid Phoebe into his arms. Angel kissed Phoebe on the forehead and held her tightly, claiming his authority over her.

"Hey, sorry I didn't wake you up," said Buffy.

"It's ok," smiled Angel, playing with Phoebe's curls.

"Yeah. She didn't want to awaken Sleeping Beauty," chuckled Spike, sitting besides Faith.

Angel threw him a glance, which would of scared anyone off. But not Spike. Spike began to chomp on some pancakes, expressing to everyone how much he had missed food through his vampire years. Angel refused to scoff, he didn't want to seem jelous.

"Can you believe Buff here is pregnant ? Again ?" laughed Spike. "With this big poof!"

"I can," growled Angel.

"And this whole prophecy stuff. Well, like always, I've already told Buffy my opinion," said Spike, ignoring Angel's comment.

"Which would be what, Spikey ?" asked Angel, plastering a fake smile on his face.

"Nibblet, here, will be saviour of the dead. Nibblet two, inside of this lovely lady, will be the warrior of the living," smirked Spike, acting like he had already gotten it right.

"I think it is the other way around," said Dawn, twiddling her fingers around.

"I think that I should have a power," chuckled Faith.

"Yeah, cause Super Bitch isn't enough," laughed Cordelia, grinning.

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Willow sighed, leaning her forehead against the window. It would be another four hours until they arrived in Sunnydale, which meant another four hours of travel sickness. She felt a hand slip into hers, giving her a small squeeze. She looked at Oz and smiled, a very thankful smile. He had took her to a camp which helped people, like they helped him with his werewolf-ness. The woman, and men, had helped Willow alot, teaching her how to control her magic. Although, Willow vowed to never use magic again, unless it was a life or death situation.

"What if they don't want me back ?" frowned Willow.

The thought had been scaring Willow since she realised she had to go home. For nights, she had nightmares about not being accepted and everyone turning against her. In one dream, a few nights ago, she dreamt that she was burnt to the stake like she almost was three years ago. It scared her to death. She awoke in a pool of her own sweat, tears cascading down her smooth cheeks as she breathed heavily. She had given Oz quite a fright, although he still remained by her side throughout the whole time.

"They're your friends, course they will," reassured Oz, smiling gently.

"I was bad back there, mega bad, not to mention vainy -"

"You're rambling," chuckled Oz.

Willow smiled gently. Even after their long time apart, two years in total, he still knew and understood her. Willow missed him. She missed the warmth of his hand when it joined with hers, she missed the tenderness of his kisses, the randomess he would talk about. Willow leant her head on his shoulder and sighed. It was going to be difficult going home, especially as she had nearly destroyed the world. She felt her stomach twist and turn, causing her to feel rather sick. Although, she couldn't work out if that was the travel sickness or not.