Well it has taken me forever to finish, but here is chapter five! Same rules and disclaimers apply. Enjoy.

Stuck in the Past: Hysterical Tears.

1952

Angel led Judy and Buffy down to the basement. Looking back over his shoulder he made sure nobody was following, and then continued. Pausing, he glanced around, trying to choose the best location to store the bag and then to keep Judy safe.

Judy glanced around, staying close to Buffy's side, knowing that despite her size she would keep her safe should anything happen. "I guess I'll be okay down here. It's only for a few days. Just until the cops are gone."

Buffy sighed. "Judy, there are no cops." She too glanced around, trying to suss out the best spot.

Judy smiled grimly. "Well, not yet. Oh god, - I can't go to prison. It's just - I can't. Just the thought of being confined, trapped. It would be like death." Judy shivered shaking her head. "No. No. It would be something worse than death. It'd be - It'd be - like - like being burned alive!"

Buffy nodded slowly, watching as Angel stored the case above some beams. Watching as he turned around, she stopped moving. There was some faint whispering echoing in the basement, whispering that was sending cold shivers down her spine. She looked at Angel, and saw an expression similar to her own covering his face.

Angel looked down at Judy, "I want you to go back to your room and stay there. There is something in this hotel - something that's making people crazy."

Judy looked around and took a fearful step closer to Buffy, who was slowly making her way to Angel's side. "Hey, do you think if -if somehow - the money ended up on the banks doorstep, and they saw that I didn't spend any of it, you think they'd call off that detective? Maybe I could be free of this whole thing."

Angel glanced around, listening as the whispering continued. "Maybe" he muttered distractedly.

Judy continued on, not hearing his comment. "I mean, there is such a thing as forgiveness, right?"

Angel stopped searching for the source and stared at Judy. He considered what she had said. Maybe there was such a thing as forgiveness. Lord knows Buffy had forgiven him for all that he had done to her, as Angel and Angelus. Angel turned away and continued looking around.

Buffy watched the emotions float across Angel's face and knew what he was thinking about. All the things over the years she had forgiven him for. Buffy smiled brightly at Judy. "Of course there is such a thing as forgiveness! Everyone has the power to forgive! Heaven knows I have forgiven Angel for many things!" Buffy giggled at the mock glare Angel sent her way.

"You've forgiven Angel?" Judy stared disbelieving at Buffy. "What has he done?"

Buffy smiled. "A few of things that hurt me a lot, but well one look at those soul-full brown eyes, is enough to make me forget anything he has ever done, besides, he is a hopeless romantic, and the rewards at the end are always worth it!" Buffy laughed at Angel's blush and furious coughing attack. He wasn't really a romantic, but hey Judy didn't know that, and maybe that comment might encourage him to show a romantic side more.

"What sort of things?" Judy turned her head to look at Angel, and was surprised to see him watching Buffy intently, almost like he was in a trance.

Buffy shook her head. "Well this one time, he left me because he thought I was better off without him. Of course I made him see sense, and now look at us, we're happily married."

Judy glanced at Buffy's hand, then at Angel's. "But I don't see a ring."

Angel stepped forward out of the shadows. "I'm getting them engraved for our anniversary." Angel lied smoothly, wrapping his arm around Buffy's shoulder.

"How long have you been married?" Judy asked, smiling at them.

Buffy grinned up at Angel. "Four years." Well that was no where near true, but hey they had known each other for four years, so well that could be true...maybe...Buffy shook her head at her thoughts, there was no point getting her hopes up.

"No kids?" Judy asked, watching how the couple interacted. They seemed to fit perfectly together, sort of like Ying and Yang, like light and dark.

Angel smiled lightly. "Not yet. We want time to ourselves for the moment. Maybe in a little while."

Buffy nodded. "Definitely. Not having children with Angel would be a sin." Buffy giggled.

Judy shook her head amused, "I hope one day I find the happiness you two have!"

Buffy grinned. "I know you will. I can feel it."

Judy smiled back. "I hope so."

2002

Wesley threw the piece of paper he was holding down onto the table. "I can sense it. There is a pattern here. - Some force was residing at the Hyperion over the last decades."

Giles nodded. "Yes. It was affecting staff and residents. - I just fear there is no real way to..."

Willow looked up from the book she was reading. "A Thesulac paranoia demon."

Cordy smiled at Wesley's and Giles' blank looks. "It whispers to its victims, feeds on their innate insecurities."

Wesley stared at the pair. "How do you know?"

Willow held up the book she was reading. "It says right here, and connects to what was happening at the hotel."

Cordy smiled triumphantly. "It makes perfect sense!"

1952

(AN: I must stress that this would no way actually happen, if it weren't for my little fic-built world. I just figured it was about time they got married, and if you were sent back to 1952, wouldn't you get married? Hehe on with the story)

Angel held tighter to Buffy's hand. "What you said tonight was beautiful you know."

Buffy smiled. "I meant every last word. Do you know if we got married here, back home we would be married for 50 years?" Buffy laughed. "Imagine what the authorities would say if they found the records, and then looked at us."

Angel chuckled. "Do you want to?" He asked, leading her in the direction of the bookstore, which would help them with the downfall of the demon.

"Want to what?" Buffy asked, snuggling closer to Angel.

"Get married." Angel coughed lightly, and hugged her closer.

"Do you?" Buffy looked up and grinned at the smile Angel was trying to hide. "Because if that was a proposal, then yeah, I accept."

Angel stopped in his tracks. "You would marry me despite the consequences?"

Buffy nodded. "Of course I would. I love you Angel, any time spent with you is like a dream come true. Marriage isn't all about sex you know, sure it's good, but it's not all it's made up to be. Give me a cuddle any day and i'm happy."

Angel laughed, not his usual chuckle but one that warmed the bottom of Buffy's heart. "God I love you so much." He whispered, pulling her against him. "But you know i'm confused. By now I should have lost my soul about a gazillion times. Maybe its different here in the past?" Angel kissed her head. "But i'm serious about the marrying part. Do we have time?"

"Do you see a place?" Buffy looked around and grinned at the only building that was out of place. It was a chapel, something you would normally see in Las Vegas, but the best part was, it was open! Taking Angel's hand, she dragged him across the street to stand in front of the building, not bothering to bother about the fact that this building just appeared, almost magically. "Should we?"

Angel grinned. "We should." Taking her hand, he walked inside, and smiled.

A lady walked forward. "Can I help you?" She whispered her voice soft.

Buffy nodded and squeezed tighter on Angel's hand. "We'd like to get married."

The lady smiled, and then regarded them with a seriousness that startled the pair slightly. "You understand everything about marriage?"

Angel looked down at Buffy. "Yes we do."

"Ok then, right this way." Turning she led them into the most beautiful chapel either had ever seen. It was all soft blues and greens; in fact it resembled the soft waves of an ocean. Turning to the priest standing at the front, she grinned and while Buffy and Angel were looking around, snuck thumbs up.

Buffy stopped and stared at the room. "Angel," she breathed. "It's beautiful."

Angel nodded at her side. "I've never seen anything like it."

The lady smiled at them. "Well sir, if you would like to go up to the front, I'll just take your fiancé and be right back." The lady turned and waited by the door for them to finish talking.

"See you soon." Buffy whispered, hugging him tight.

"I'll be waiting." Kissing her head, he watched as she turned away.

When Buffy returned, Angel knew at that moment that he would undoubtedly turn into Angelus. But nothing happened. Confused, Angel could only stare at his beloved as she walked slowly up the isle, the white dress she was wearing, fitting her perfectly, and making her look like the Goddess she should be.

Buffy smiled softly up at Angel. He looked so handsome standing up the front. While she had changed, Angel must have been given a Tuxedo jacket that seemed to fit him like a glove. Smiling she met his eyes, and lost all track of time.

In no time at all, the priest got to the best bit. "Without further adieu, you may now kiss the bride."

Angel smirked, and pulled Buffy tight against him, giving her a kiss, which left her completely weak at the knees. When she finally gathered her footing, she stared up at him. "Where did that come from?" she whispered.

Angel chuckled. "I've been saving that for so long. I couldn't hold on any longer."

Buffy nodded. "That I could tell." Looking down at the ring she was wearing, she smiled. "Angel, did you have these rings?"

Angel looked down at the matching one on his hand. "No I didn't have them, I thought you did."

Buffy shook her head. "Nope, I didn't. Maybe the people who did this had them."

Angel looked around, his comment dying on his lips. The shop was gone! They were standing in the crowded street, dressed in what they were wearing before; holding a marriage certificate, but the building was no where in sight. "What the?" he muttered.

Buffy looked around, confused. "Ok, we did just get married didn't we? I wasn't dreaming it was I?"

Angel looked down at the certificate. "No, it wasn't a dream." Shaking it off he smiled. "Come on, the sooner we defeat this monster, the sooner we can get back to 2002 and see if it says we have been married for 50 years." Wrapping his arm possessively around Buffy's waist he led her down the street, spoiling the thoughts of any guy, who was thinking about approaching her.

Buffy stared up at the book store. "Is that guy talking to himself?"

Angel nodded. "Yeah. Well then, time to make our appearance." Moving forward he stopped just in the doorway. As the man looked up, Angel called out. "You Denver?"

Denver glanced at the pair. "No other cat but me. What can I do you for?"

Angel nodded. "I need information on demons."

Denver got up from his position behind the counter and stopped. "Do you now, daddy?"

Buffy frowned. "We need everything you got on possessing entities, demonic suggestions, exorcisms, cleaning rituals."

Denver picked up a book and chucked it at Angel. "Try this one." He sneered.

Angel caught it, and juggled it, smoke rising from his hands. Dropping the book, he stared down at the cover, it was a Holy Bible! Angel felt himself change and smiled at Denver around his fangs. Looking over at Buffy, he was surprised to see her glaring at Denver, ready to pummel him no doubt. Angel side stepped Denver, watching as he ran out to the front of the shop.

"That's right." He shouted to no-one in particular. "Run coward of the night! And tell your buddies I'm thinking very seriously about putting down my bedroll right here, so you bastards can't just walk in here uninvited! You got any idea who you're dealing with?"

Buffy smirked, and with one swift motion had him suspended against the wall, her hand tight against his neck. "We know you have a reputation, that's why we're here. Now it's been a long time since he has opened any veins, but I'll let him do it if you pull any more of this van Helsing Jr. crap with us. Are we clear? We want the books in the back."

Letting the guy go, she took a step back and folded herself into Angel's arms.

"I'd do what she says, I'm nothing compared to her." Angel grinned down at Buffy. She still managed to ooze attitude, yet look as innocent as anything.

Denver led them through to the back of the shop, keeping a wary eye on Buffy, who was smiling happily her hand holding Angel's tightly.

Denver looked back at Angel. "So you were what, about my age when you were made?"

Angel considered him. "I don't know. How old are you?"

Denver smoothed his top slightly. "Just north of thirty."

Angel stared open-mouthed at the man. "NO!" He exclaimed and swiftly changed the subject "- This Thesulac demon, how do we kill it?"

Denver didn't look up from the book he was inspecting. "You don't. You run away from it."

Buffy laughed lightly. "There's got to be a way to kill it."

Denver sighed. "Well, - first you got to make it fat - corporeal. But that only happens after it's had a nice big feed - or if you raise it, but that's tricky and dangerous."

Angel smirked. "How?"

Denver sighed again. "The incantation's there in the book, but you're gonna need an orb of Ramjarin. Now I have one I can let you have for cheap."

Buffy grinned. "For free." she said, smiling brightly, her eyes glinting dangerously.

Denver saw and swallowed. "For free." he moved off to get it, returning and setting the orb down next to Angel. "Uh, you'll also need sacred herbs - divining powder and - something really big to hit it with." Returning with all the items he set them down."

Angel glanced at all the objects. "And that'll kill it?"

Denver glanced around at the shelves. "Well, it might. Wouldn't hurt to have a lightning strike, you know, finger of heaven kind of thing. But short of that, I'd go with something heavy." Denver handed Angel the ax, surprised when he promptly handed it to Buffy, who juggled it like it weighed nothing.

Angel smiled. "Pack it up."

Denver began piling everything into a bag. "A vampire wanting to slay a demon in order to help some grubby humans? I just don't get it."

Angel smiled slightly. "To be honest, I'm not sure I do either."

Buffy laughed once she got outside the shop. "Did you see his face? You know I never tire seeing the shocked look on their faces when I lift them off the ground. It's so priceless."

Angel smiled. "Come on, I have to be killed."

Buffy sobered. "You know i'm gonna cry."

Angel nodded. "More tears the better."

Buffy nodded. "Done. Lots of tears, hysterics."

Angel laughed. "You hysterical? No!"

Buffy punched his arm. "Race you home!" Running off, she grinned as he quickly caught up, swinging her up into his arms and continuing to run.

WOOT DONE DONE AND DONE!

Ok, so I'm looking at posting his death soon, I have already begun work on that chapter...but I still want to know what you think.