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.)

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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...)

Angel went hastily down in the elevator to the ground floor, which happened to be the parking garage. Why this motel out of every other motel had a parking garage he did not know. All he knew was that he had just gotten a phone call from Lorne saying that the car he'd called for with the sun proof windows was sitting in the parking garage under the motel, and that it needed to be returned to Lorne's friend in two days or Lorne would owe him a favor instead of the other way around.

He pushed the unlock button on the keys Lorne had left at the front desk and waited for the little beep and the flashing of head lights so he would be alerted of which vehicle was the right one. A dark blue viper, the color that he would've classified as midnight (and could be debated as dark blueberry) beeped. He went towards it, slid himself into the viper and stuck the key into the ignition.

When he arrived at the diner, he parked in the back out of the sunlight, and went through the back door. He asked the waitress to be seated at the booth in the back and to keep out for a blonde. The waitress nodded, and took his drink order. Coffee.

"I like the smell," he commented when she gave him a funny look considering it was 2:30 in the afternoon.

She smiled a polite smile and left.

Nina strode in 25 minutes late, and was escorted to a table with a grumpy but hopeful looking Angel.

"Hey, Angel, what's going on?" She asked casually, but secretly, she had been on edge ever since his phone call this morning.

"Uh, yeah, Nina, we need to talk."

She gulped and looked around nervously. Those were the words no girl who was in a relationship she didn't want to be rid of wanted to hear. By the look on his handsome face, there was no hope for her.

"Okay, what about?" Play stupid.. Why not? Every other girl on the planet did it.

"Us," he muttered, but she heard it loud and clear.

"Speaking of us, where were you this morning? I woke up all by myself." The look on his face was all-telling. "We're over aren't we?" Nina looked at him, her face blunt. She was just going to give. Later she would go home and eat a pint of Ben and Jerry's and have a good cry.

"Pretty much," he said, all sympathetic. She didn't want his pity.

"Okay," Nina said, standing up. "Well, I'm glad I missed breakfast for that. See ya later, Angel."

With that, she turned and exited the restaurant. She gave him herself, and she just wasn't enough. That's when she knew what the cause of this all was. She saw it with her very own eyes.

"Sir?" The waitress came up to Angel. "There's a blonde at the counter..."

"But, I just saw the girl I was here to..." Angel trailed off, looking at her. "Buffy."

"Hey. Who was that?" Buffy asked, sliding into the booth and gesturing over her shoulder to where Nina had just exited.

"Nobody," Angel sighed. "Nobody at all."