Disclaimer: Okay, okay, I don't own 'em! I wish I did. Oh well, they're still Joss Whedon's, but, I'm telling you, if he ever decides he doesn't want them anymore, (yeah, right...) I got first dibs! (& I may make up some characters as I go, I do not know yet.)

Pairings: I believe I said Buffy/Angel ( a 'lil bit of Angel/Nina in the beginning: not too much, I promise!) Faith/Robin, Willow/Tara Oh, yes, and Spike is still in love with Buffy, as we know, but he may get involved with Nina. (opinions?) Etc etc...

Distribution: You can take it, just ask, and tell me where it's going. Oh! & don't forget about giving me credit! I love credit. (Hehe.)

Reviews: I need reviews! In order for me to keep my story up, I gotta have my feedback! I'm addicted! (Good or bad, I'm prepared!)

Warnings: I'm thinking that I rated this M, but at the moment I'm not sure. If it's not rated M I'll change it, it's only for safety because there may be slight nudity, we all know that B & A, and F & R cannot control their urges...& then there's Faith's crude mouth (hah) Plus, you gotta watch out, I'm a really horrible speller! I type fast and don't happen to look back. (Sorry!)

(Here we go...)

Buffy looked around the store, her eyes catching an ugly Chanel scarf that was such a bright barf green that it stuck out like a hillbilly at a business meeting. Translation: It stuck out A LOT.

She smiled at it pitifully and also the woman wearing it. She thought of clowns when she looked at the scarf and cast her eyes down when the woman looked up at her. She smirked a bit, before moving to another rack of reasonably priced clothes and starting to get serious about it.

She liked having her mind off of Angel and everything that had been happening in the last few days. Everything was so out of whack. She wondered if Angel had gotten up yet, and then instantly regretted leaving him there to wake up to an empty bed. She rolled her shoulders to release some of the tension and continued browsing.

It was odd that she had found herself shopping in the mall. When she had left this morning she had intended to go back to the hotel to find her suitcase but instead let her feet take her into the direction of the mall. She walked fourteen blocks before she had the sense to hail a cab.

She looked around the store again, to see if anything else, maybe not quite so offending would catch her eye. She walked over to a shelf stacked with her favorite brand of jeans. Durable, and slimming. She tugged two pairs of size 5's out from underneath a pile of 7's and placed them gently over one arm.

This was just weird. She comes to L.A., sees Angel and Nina, gets back together with Angel, and then goes shopping. The more she thought about it, the more she frowned, then making her worry about worry lines. She straightened up and headed into the formal wear department, but not before grabbing a few casual shirts.

By the time she left the store, her visa was up about 200 dollars.

Finally, she stopped at a Mr. Smoothie booth, and took up residence for 15 minutes on a bench while she rested. Her thoughts drifted from the weird looking chubby boy that kept staring at her from across the booth back to her Angel.

All of this in one night. Unbelieveable. Crazy. Impossible. And yet, she was sitting there, on a bench only a few blocks away from the Hyperion hotel. She rolled her shoulders again.

Angel was pacing around the hotel room. He was going insane waiting for her to come back. What could she possibly be doing that was taking so long? What did girls this day and age do now in the day time anyway besides go to work and school? Buffy didn't do either at this moment so where could she be?

Angel needed to get something done. He just didn't know what. Then it dawned on him, and as he flew across the room to the phone, he uttered a single word.

"Nina."

He dialed her number and waited impatiently as it rang and rang. Finally, there was a click as the phone was picked up and someone uttered a sleepy hello.

"Nina?"

"Angel?" Nina sounded a bit happy to hear his voice. "Hey, what can I do you for?"

"Uhm, can I meet you somewhere?" Angel asked her, rocking back and forth on his toes like a child with ADHD.

"Yeah, sure." He heard her yawn. "Where? When?"

"Uhm, 30 minutes at the main street diner?" he questioned.

"I'll have to check my calendar," Nina said with a slight giggle.

Angel stiffled an exaperated sigh.

"Just kidding," Nina resolved, "I'll see you there," she said.

"Okay," Angel sighed with relief. "Bye Nina."

"See ya, Angel," she said, and hung up the phone.