Chapter 6

A/N: Hey. This is it! Buffy's finally in Los Angeles and I can't do anything to stop the drama. But before you read I'd like to thank the people who reviewed and say sorry again for the short chapters and long long long wait and that I feel so guilty that I abandoned my all my stories for months but I'm back and I hope it's worth the wait...most the time. Enjoy and R&R.

Gunn's truck pulled up in front of the hotel. "Wow. It's huge... and very Angel." Buffy said closing the car door.

"Apparently he stayed here back in the 50's." Cordelia replied.

"Uh he's here right? I mean like in his room." Buffy was nervous. What if she couldn't help him.

"He should be."

Gunn and Cordy walk in through the doors but Buffy stopped right before she entered. "It's now or never." Buffy muttered to herself.

Once Buffy entered she found Angel in his office on the phone.

As soon as Buffy entered the lobby Angel got off the phone with one of his contacts. Angel excited his office to face Buffy.

"What do you want? I'm busy." Angel took the stance that was one of Angelus' that Buffy knew too well.

"Hello to you to...lover." Buffy decided that if he wanted to act like the a demon then she would treat him like one.

'Lover? Since when does Buffy call me that and what's with her guarded position.' "I haven't been your lover in years Buff." If she wanted to use the name she called Angelus, to get on his nerve then two could play that game.

"No I guess not. Too bad, we had such a good" Buffy paused as if searching for the best word to describe it. "fling. Don't ya think?" Buffy asked putting on a smile mixed with her best innocent and coy look.

Angels eyes grew yellow but a second later they were normal again, showing no sign her words affected him.

"Sure if you can call what we had a fling, but then again I guess you had nothing to compare it too." Angel replied with a smirk.

Buffy's eyes grew wide and pain showed through them as she fought to hold in the gasp she felt coming on. Almost enough for Angel to regret it but not enough.

Cordelia gasped and covered her mouth with both hands. She couldn't believe Angel had stooped so low as to imply he agreed with something Angelus had said to Buffy right after their night together.

"If you have something to say, say it now." Buffy said with a fake confidence but real anger.

"I don't have to put up with this." As Angel went to pass her on his way upstairs she grabbed his arm turning him around to face her.

"Punch me." She was challenging him and he knew it.

"Buffy." Angel said in a warning tone. "I won't hit you."

"Why not? It's not like you care about me. It'll hurt less..." Buffy dropped the sentence knowing Angel already knew what she meant. Dropping the sentence Buffy punched Angel square in the jaw.

Angel couldn't believe she had actually hit him. On instinct Angel threw his fist back at her and hit her on the jaw splitting her lip, which caused Buffy to suppress a moan.

Buffy hit him again and ducked his next blow. She kicked out and landed a kick to his chest making his stumble. He jumped her efficiently knocking her to the ground but he rolled them over so she was on top and held him there but she wasn't using her strength enough so he over powered her and she fell to the ground and flipped. She wen to punch him but he ducked and grabbed ahold of her upper arms and slammed her against the wall next to the staircase, which caused Buffy's head to hit the wall and she reopened a wound from a fight with Glory making her cry out in pain.

The minute Angel smelt the blood he let go of his hold on her and completely freaked and started apologizing to her over and over, going over to the counter not seeing his employees he took out a first aid kit and led her to the wheel in the middle of the hotel and sat her down silently to take a look at the damage. Normally Buffy would have spoken up but she could feel blood and was getting a little nauseous. 'I guess all the stuff at home s catching up to me.' Buffy thought not really shocked.

Gunn, Cordy, and Wes seeing this thought it would be best if they left before Angel remembered their presence and closed off again.

"." Buffy hissed

"Sorry, I have to clean it or it'll get infected." Angel said still uneasy that he had hurt her so badly with such a common blow for a slayer.

The sat in silence while he finished bandaging her head.

"Finished." Angel muttered and walked over to the counter to lean against it, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Thanks." Buffy said moving to face him.

More silence.

"If you don't mind me asking how did that hurt you so badly? it shouldn't have effected you so much." Angel asked still uneasy.

"It didn't. I...It's just...It was...There was already a wound." Buffy finally got out.

"Oh" Angel felt rage start to surface at the fact someone had over powered her long enough to hurt her so badly. "When?" He asked.

"Um, a week or so ago. I think." Buffy said trying to get over the tension.

"It should be healed enough where it won't reopen with a simple hit." Angel could feel himself loosing control over this. "Who?" Angel bit out.

"It's nothing. Just everyday stuff." Buffy said not wanting pity from Angel.

"Obviously it's something Buffy or we wouldn't be having this conversation. Now please tell me who could do this to you." Angel said silently pleading her to let him help.

"A god." Buffy muttered her eyes cast down and her voice purposely muffled.

Angel walked over to her and knelt in front of her. He lifted her chin with his finger so she was looking him straight in the eye. "Who?" Angel said softly.

She looked him in the eye and wished he would just drop it. After a few moments of silence he asked again and she whispered 'a god'.

"What? Did you just say a god?" He asked in shock. He knew that gods were in this dimension but there were very few and they were very very strong.

Buffy nodded waiting for Angel to do something, she just wasn't sure what.

"Are you okay? I mean how did you get into so much trouble? God Buffy. You have to call me and tell me your okay and if you need help and that your alive." Angel knew that was unreasonable but he had a right to worry about her. When she didn't answer he gripped her waist and stood her up slowly. He took off her denim jack with the most agonizing care and attention. Revealing a black tank top that left a good amount of cleavage when you were his height and showed her arms which had 2-5 bruises on each arm alone.

"God Buffy" Angel muttered, not believing his eyes. She had so many bruises. When he reached for her shirt line to show her stomach he let his eyes find hers silently asking permission. She nodded and he continued to lift the shirt. He gasped at the sight of 3 red and angry scrapes and 2 bruises. He put his had over her stomach to see how bad they were and she gasped in pain when he touched her ribs telling him she had at least 1 broken rib. Pulling her shirt down he stepped back but kept his hands on her arms. "Buffy"

She looked up to meet his eyes, but she stayed silent fearing his response to her injuries.

"Promise me, that when you go back to Sunnydale your going to start taking care of yourself better." Angel searched her eyes for any sign that she would, but came up empty.

Buffy stayed silent until she figured out that Angel didn't plan to move until she agreed. "Promise." She looked him in the eye and saw him sigh. He pulled her to his chest mindful of her injuries and felt her start to relax. After a few minutes he pulled away and scooped her into his arms. She leaned against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. she closed her eyes letting sleep take her. He walked her up the stairs and took a right down the first hallway. A couple doors down and he lightly kicked it open so not to wake her. he walked over to his bed and placed her on it. he watched her sleep for a while before deciding to join her. He took off his shoes and got behind her so he could spoon her and then did he place his silk sheets over them along with his down comforter and a few minutes later they were both sound asleep.