"So, Kathy, who or what are you really?"

"What are you doing in Sunnydale?"

"What are you doing in college?"

"And why on earth are you sharing a room with the slayer?"

"And why haven't you tried to kill me yet – I know I wasn't around much, but still."

The questions kept coming at the supposed college student one after another. The Scooby gang was gathered in Giles' house, and all of them wanted answers. Oz and Angel, as usual, were silently contemplating god-knows-what, with their respective arms around their respective girlfriends.

It took a while, but the original Scooby gang (minus Cordelia) finally got all the information they wanted out of the demon girl. It turned out that she wasn't there to hurt anyone, except the person she ended up rooming with, and she didn't even know that Buffy was the slayer until the gang told her. She was basically just running away from home, and was only going to consider stealing a soul if her family caught on to her – otherwise she was harmless.

Not really knowing what to do with student impostor, the gang tied her up again at Giles' house, knocked her unconscious and decided to decide what to do later. it was a system that could backfire on them if she got lose, but at least they didn't have to think anything more about it at two O'clock on a Sunday evening/Monday morning.

Soon enough, everything was taken care of, and Buffy was suddenly very glad that her courses had worked out so that she didn't have to be up until ten on Monday mornings. The scoobies parted ways, as Willow went back to Oz' shared house, Xander went back to his basement, Giles stayed at home, and Buffy and Angel walked hand in hand down the dark roads. For any other couple, Sunnydale streets at night were dangerous places to be, but for them, it would be strange if they weren't prowling in the night.

Buffy licked her lips, nervously, and hoped that Angel didn't have to go away again so soon – the last couple of days without him just made her panic that he was leaving again. Just as her mother didn't forget about her running away, Buffy wasn't likely to forget Angel's leaving her any time soon.

"Stay with me tonight?"

"Of course." He kissed her, once, twice, a few more times, and all of her doubts were pushed right out of her head – until tomorrow night, when he would have to leave all over again.

Later, when they were curled up together in Buffy's bed (fully clothed, don't worry guys!), she took the opportunity to speak to her boyfriend about Friday, Dawn, and her mother. She didn't quite know how to start, so she settled on doing just that, and start. The last time they hadn't talked to each other, Angel left to LA. The times before that hadn't been quite as bad, but they still taught Buffy that they needed to be open with each other if they were ever going to work. Sure they loved each other, but that isn't always enough. Sure, they had fought life and death together, it wouldn't hold them together. Communication wasn't always good with Buffy and Angel, and it had taken an aspect of a demon to make her realise it. By then, it was nearly too late for them. Sure, they might still be in love, but they wouldn't have kept by each other.
You know how I said I would stop writing at night? I lied.

Sorry about the long wait, but my home internet went kaput and the school computers dont like very much - tis a shame, but such is life. Anyway, i'm now going to stay with my grandparents for the weekend and have massive amounts of homework, revision and coursework to do, so i am making no promises about the next update. Sorry, but at least five hours of maths work kills any idea of writing...