A/N: Hey everyone! I want to say thank you all much for reviewing! I'm glad you all like it! Yes, well we all know that show needed to end differently...or at least with another part or two. So I am going to do my best.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything..least of all the rights to Buffy.

After their talk, Buffy showed Angel to a room. He saw noticed Spike slip outside and followed Buffy up a flight of stairs. Countless girls were running around still at this late hour and Buffy advised them to all get some sleep. Angel smirked at the irony. When Buffy was younger, she was rarely ever sleeping.

Buffy was inwardly frowning at all the girls that were drooling over Angel. Many spent time drooling over Spike and Connor and now they had another man in the house. Buffy smiled as a few giggled and she looked over her shoulder and knew that if Angel could, he would be blushing. She led him into an empty room and shut the door behind her, smiling at the moans of protest in the hall.

Angel looked around for a second. "Um, Buffy is there a lock on that door?" he asked casually.

"Angel, there are slayers. I don't think a lock is going to stop any of them from getting in here." she smiled. He looked concerned, so she added, "but I will stop them."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at her smiling face. "How do you do it? I mean, live here with so many people running around all the time?" It was a new concept to him. Even at the hotel, he had plenty of room to move around. There were people everywhere here, and he had a feeling he was going to run into things like tampons and curling irons in alarming numbers. It just wasn't his style.

Buffy sensed his unease and sat next to him, taking his hand. "Angel, I want you know that no one is going to force you to do anything you don't want to, no matter how much Spike and Faith threatened you."

Angel smirked and looked at their joined hands. He always loved holding her hand. She seemed so happy just to be touching him in this simple way and it always floored him. "Buffy, I think I want to stay. I mean, Connor is here and you're here, everyone."

"Okay" she smiled. "It will calm down soon I promise!" She stood up and walked to the door, turning back to smile at him.

"Goodnight Angel" she said softly.

"Goodnight Buffy"

Outside the house, close to where the slayer and vampire were talking earlier, another vampire was taking a long swig from a dark bottle. Spike was enjoying th quiet and contemplating life when another slayer sat beside him.

"Why so down Spike?" Faith asked, taking the bottle from his hands and lifting it to her lips.

Spike looked at the brunette and took in a deep breath. "I'm just listening to the sound of silence pet."

"Amen to that" she said, handing him back the bottle. "It's like a zoo in there sometimes." She paused and looked over at him for a minute and smiled. "So you glad you went and found Big A?"

Spike shrugged. "It had to be done. He was going to hear we were all here eventually." Faith glared at him and then rolled her eyes. "What?" he asked.

"Are you jealous?" she asked with a smirk on her face.

"Jealous?" he said in a higher pitch than he had intended. "Jealous of Peaches?"

"Well, yeah" she shrugged. "I know I am."

Spike blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"Of Buffy and Angel" she said shrugging. She looked over to see him chuckling and hit his shoulder. "Like you aren't!"

"I'm not" he shrugged, finishing off the liquor. Faith frowned at him until he produced another bottle from under his leather duster and handed it to her. "Tell me why you are first"

Faith smiled at his sudden answer change. "Well, I had a thing for Angel back in the day, you know? He treated me so much better than anyone I ever met and I had only known him a few weeks. He helped me in LA and never let me down. That's the kind of thing you never forget."

Spike nodded. "And?"

"And he never looked at me twice" she looked at him and shrugged. "He was always hers"

Spike sighed and took the bottle from her. "Trust me, I know how that feels." Faith nodded expecting that to be the end, but was surprised when he continued. "I loved her more than anything I could remember. It took me a while to realize that she was never going to love me. She always loved him, always would. No matter who she was with."

Faith laughed. "That's us! Leftovers! Castoffs. I'm not the most powerful slayer in history and you're not the great Angelus. And we can't touch what they have."

Spike nodded his agreement. "And you know what? I'm okay with that."

"Me too" Faith smiled. And she was. Her days of jealousy towards Buffy and lust towards Angel were long over. She was a reformed woman and loved Buffy like a sister now. Angel was still hot, but he was just a friend. A good friend.

"Don't compare yourself to Buffy love" Spike said after a few minutes. Faith lifted an eyebrow and looked at him.

"What?" she asked.

"You're not Buffy. You're Faith." he said, looking into her dark eyes. "You are just as good a slayer as Buffy and all those girls in there look up to you." He lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "And I happen to like Faith. She's strong and funny and caring. She isn't in the drama spotlight in this house, but she is not overlooked."

Faith felt dangerously close to blushing as he lifted her face with his strong hand. "And don't worry if Angel doesn't look at you. We all know he's a bloody idiot."

Faith laughed and pulled away from his touch, confused about what she was feeling. She always liked Spike as a kindred spirt and at times wanted to jump on his body, but this was new to her. Spike smiled at her and got up.

"Night slayer" he said as he walked inside.

The next morning, Faith walked into the kitchen expecting to be the first one awake since it was eight in the morning on a Saturday. To her surprise, the table was full of her friends. Angel and Willow were making breakfast and Buffy, Xander, Dawn, Connor and Spike were sitting around the table.

"Faith!" Buffy smiled widely. "I was just about to send someone to wake you up."

"Yes, we were debating who to send to their death" Bander smiled.

"I'm not that bad in the morning!" she scoffed. "So what's going on?"

"Well, it seems that we need to discuss the issue of space" Dawn shrugged. Faith nodded. When she and Spike came, it had put a strain on the living space. With Connor's arrival, it was worse and now that Angel had arrived, they needed to talk.

"So what is everyone thinking?" Buffy asked, leaning on the table and looking around. She saw Angel staring at her and they exchanged a small smile. Faith and Spike saw it and exchanged their own look of disgust.

"Well, we could build an addition onto the house." Bander said. "It would take a few months, but it can be done."

"What about just moving all together?" Connor asked. Dawn shook her head. "Money issue"

"Yeah this house used to belong to my aunt so it's paid for" Willow told him. Connor nodded and looked at his dad, wondering if the vampire had a solution. Angel didn't seem to be paying attention to the situation and was looking at Buffy. Connor rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his pancakes. He had spent a few months getting to know Buffy and he couldn't figure out why she loved his dad. He had heard stories about them together and didn't believe any of it.

"Well, we got to think of something" Spike said. "There are bound to be more slayers coming and we have nowhere to put them as the last room is occupied by a poofy haired man."

Angel snapped out of his gaze and lifted a hand to his hair self conscientiously. "It's not that poofy today" he said. "And I think I know what we can do."

"What's that?" Faith asked.

"You all can move into my hotel" Angel suggested. He sat leaned against the counter top and saw everyone staring at him.

"The Hyperion?" Connor asked.

"No" Angel said darkly. He could never go back there. "I own a property in a town just outside of LA. It's maybe an hour from here. I bought it in 1902 so it's a fixer-upper."

"Oh!"Spike said suddenly. "That place you wouldn't let me and Dru go to ever."

"Yes" Angel said. "It was my quiet spot. No noisy Spikes aloud."

"How many properties do you own?" Xander asked. Angel looked like he was counting in his head.

"Seven" he answered after a minute.

"Seven!?" most of the table shouted.

"What?" he said. "When you lived for over two hundred years, you can build a lot of property and stocks"

"Did Angel just say stocks or socks? Because socks actually makes more sense" Xander said.

"Man so you're rich?" Dawn asked. "Buffy why didn't you ask Angel for help when you, um, nothing." She stopped talking at the sight of her sister glaring at her.

"When you what?" Angel asked. Dawn looked guilty and Buffy angry.

"Well, time to train everyone!" Faith said and they all bolted from the room. Angel sat down next to Buffy and she looked at him guiltily.

"Tell me" he said simply.

Buffy sighed. "It's not that big of a deal. When I came back to life, I was kind of broke. I had to get a job, a few actually, but it all worked out."

"Define broke" Angel asked of her.

"Broke Angel. There is only one kind!" she said. "We had nothing. Giles lent me money to pay for the house for a few months, but he didn't have much either. But everything is gone now, so it doesn't matter."

"Why didn't you call me?" he asked softly.

"Angel, I wasn't about to call my ex-boyfriend for money after I came back from the dead!" she scoffed. "I dealt."

"I wish I would have known. I could have helped with Dawn" Angel regretted.

"Angel, you made it clear you didn't want to be in my life." she said coldly. "Why are you regretting it so much."

"I never said that" he assured.

Realization crossed her face. "Is that what this is now? The hotel? Are you trying to make up for what you weren't here for?" she snapped.

"Buffy-" he started, walking towards her.

"Don't" she snapped, turning and walking away from his outstretched arms.

A short time later, Angel, no less confused, was searching for Connor. He found his son sitting with Dawn in the basement, helping her carry a set of heavy looking books out of a box. They smiled at him and Dawn felt like Angel wanted to see Connor.

"Ok, well I'll see you two later" she said, leaving the basement. Angel watched her go and sighed.

"Fighting with Buffy already?" Connor asked.

"How could you possibly know that already?" Angel asked. Connor smiled and pointed at the stairs, indicating that Dawn had told him. "Nice going Dad"

Angel glared at Connor and his son laughed. "Look, I promised Faith I would help bring some equipment to the backyard. Just go talk to her before you two do anything stupid." The vampire thought about it as Connor left. Spike's advice had worked out in his favor, so why not.

Buffy was in her room thinking when she heard a knock on the door. She opened it up to see Angel standing on the other side. "Can I come in?" he asked. She nodded and let him in the room, shutting the door softly.

Angel wasn't sure what to say so he reached out and touched her shoulder. Her eyes snapped up to his and looked at him sadly. Angel tightened his grip and took one step to her. She didn't move so he put his other hand on her other shoulder.

"Buffy?" he questioned quietly.

"I'm sorry" she said so softly, only his vampire hearing picked it up. He saw her big green eyes tear up and his shoulders dropped.

"Oh Buffy" he sighed, pulling her into a tight embrace. Buffy felt the hot tears run down her face and buried her face in his shoulder. They stayed like that for a long time until she finally pulled away.

"I'm sorry Angel" she said to him. "I guess I'm not used to having you here and back and everything."

Suddenly he understood. "You were scared I was here out of my guilty and I was going to leave again." he said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah" she admitted. He hugged her again and stroked her hair. He pulled away and held her at arms length again.

"Buffy, we still have a lot to talk about. So do you want to go out with me tonight?" he asked.

Buffy smiled at him shyly. "Like a date?"

"Like a date" he confirmed. She grinned and nodded.

"Good. I'll see you at eight" he said, leaving her in the room and returning to his own to sleep, excited for tonight.

A/N: Ok, so good times ahead! It's an offical date! What is to happen? Possible fluff ahead?