I don't own the show or the characters. Oh man, but if I owned Angel...mmmm young DB...wait, what was I doing?

Giles cleans his glasses nervously as he paces across the library floor. Jenny stands against the railing of the stairs, her arms wrapped around her, gazing worriedly at the man.

"I just don't understand. It's really not like her to not check in with me," he says almost to himself, placing is glasses back on his face.

Before she can respond the doors swing open and three teens enter. The red haired girl and dark haired boy in front have anxious expressions. The well-dressed brunette that trails behind them, however, seems only mildly interested.

"Have you heard from Buffy?" they all say in unison.

"What do you think happened?" Willow asks nervously, twisting her hands.

"I-I don't know," Giles sits in one of the chairs around the table, placing his chin in his hand. "Perhaps she…perhaps she decided to stay home and rest after the business of the bezoar."

"Yeah, I'd buy that," Xander says as he starts to pace. "Except we called her house already. She's not there."

"Her mom was though. She didn't sound very happy," Willow adds, her eyebrows raised.

"Look, guys, maybe we're worrying for nothing." Jenny steps forward, gesturing with her hands. "Buffy is the slayer. I mean, she's tough. I'm sure she's fine."

"No, something's wrong," Xander shakes his head, hands on hips. "I'm going to go look for her."

Distressed that her make out buddy is about to leave, Cordelia stands up from the chair she had resided in when she entered the room.

"Hello, overreacting much?" The others all look at her in disbelief, not noticing the person who enters the library. "Remember Angel? You know, Buffy's super hot boyfriend? She's probably with him."

"Who the hell is Angel?" The entire gang spins, wide-eyed, towards the voice.

"H-h-hi Mrs. Summers," Willow says weakly.

"Who is Angel, and where is my daughter?" Joyce demands angrily.

"Um," Xander looks at her in full deer in the headlight mode.

"Her history tutor," Willow speaks up, remembering what Buffy had said about Angel meeting Joyce. "Although not anymore. Well, he probably does still help, but since their dating, they do more than just study. That's not what I meant! I-"

"Yes, Willow, I think that's enough," Giles interrupts the poor babbling girl, standing slowly. "Mrs. Summers-"

"You knew about this?" Joyce accuses her face full of rage. "My sixteen year-old daughter is off God knows where, with some strange man. What ever happens is all you fault!"

"With all due respect," Jenny steps forward. "Mr. Giles is not Buffy's father. And I happen to know for a fact that he did not approve of the relationship initially. But Angel is a wonderful…individual. And he loves your daughter very much."

"Oh I'm sure he does," Joyce scoffs. She glares at the them before turning on her heel, mumbling to herself. "She thinks she is too grown up for rules? Fine, then she can see how the real world is really like."

"Oh dear," Giles says as the door swing shut behind Joyce.

Angel paces his small apartment, shoulders hunched. He hasn't sleep all day, too wracked with self-loathing and worry. The phone rings again, as it been for hours, on edge, Angel rips it out of the wall, growling. He glances at the clock, his unneeded breaths stop.

"Soon," he says, turning to gaze at the motionless form on his bed.

He walks to look over her, admiring the way her hair frames her perfect face. His hand reaches out on its own, tracing the curve of her cheek. His thumb caresses across her pouty lips, his own recalling the feel and flavor of them. He trails his hand over her chin and past her neck, to the top of her chest. He vividly recalls the feel of her withering under him, her walls clenching around him as she came. He holds his hand over her heart, ducking his head, as he feels no beat.

"What have I done?" he whispers. "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry."

A slim hand wraps around his own, causing his head to snap up. Her face is still, except for her eyes moving rapidly behind their lids.

"Buffy?" he says so softly, only one with vampiric hearing would be able to detect it.

Suddenly, a pair of green eyes open and lock onto his brown eyes.

"Angel?"

Okay, so I was asked to continue this. Idk how long I will go and I dont promise it will be good. Just to warn you guys, yes I own season one and two on DVD but I haven't watched past Surprise. My little heart was already full of angst from other things and I just haven't felt up to giving up my denial that Angel and Buffy stay together. I will try to post soon