okay, i have the ending all written but it's going to be spread out through three chapters. this is basically Surprise. please let me know what you think

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"No…no," Buffy turns in her sleep, her face scrunched in pain. Next to her, Angel sits up, looking at her in concern.

"Buffy," he shakes her shoulder to wake her up.

"Angel…" she whispers, still in her dream, breathing rapidly.

Suddenly she begins to weep in her sleep and Angel shakes her harder to wake her up. "Buffy, baby wake up!"

"No!" she screams as she jerks awake.

"Buffy," he says softly, tentatively stroking her arm. She climbs onto his lap, clinging to him.

"Angel. You're okay," she whispers.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he runs his hands up and down her back to soothe her.

"I-I dreamt that Drusilla was alive," she pulls back at looks at his face, as if memorizing how he looks.

"What happened?" he asks calmly, still speaking in a soft voice.

Tears spring into her eyes and her voice is even quieter than before, as if to voice it will make it true. "She killed you. Right in front of me. It seemed so real."

"It wasn't. I'm right here," he leans his forehead against hers.

"Angel, th-this happened before. The dreams I had about the Master, they came true."

"Not every dream you have comes true," he says reassuringly. "Can you remember what else you dreamed?"

"I dreamt that…that Giles and I opened an office supply store in Vegas," she says sheepishly, ducking her head down.

"See my point?" he smirks at her, hoping to see her smile back. Instead she looks at him seriously.

"What if Drusilla is alive?"

"She's not." she opens her mouth to protest but he cuts her off. "But even if she is, we'll deal."

"W-what if she-"

Angel leans in to kiss her, his hands sliding under her shirt to tease her stomach. Buffy moves so that she is straddling him, not breaking the kiss. Angel's hands smooth their way up her back and around to cup her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples. Buffy moans and breaks the kiss to taste his neck.

"What if what?" he asks, his voice husky.

"I'm sorry were we talking?" she says sexily as she sucks his earlobe.

Angel growls and flips them, taking off her shirt.

"God, were sex addicts," Buffy giggles. He pulls back and looks down at her with the smile that makes her stomach clench.

"Are you complaining?"

"Umm…nope," she smiles, taking the tank top off of his gorgeous chest.

"You still haven't told me what you want for your birthday," he says, brushing her hair away from her forehead.

"Surprise me," she says coyly. She sees a look come into his eyes, but it gone before she has time to analyze it.

"Okay. I will," he says, smiling at her.

"Alright, enough talking," she pulls his head down to her and they continue without anymore coherent conversation.

"Those are really nice sunglasses Buffy," Willow tells her friend as they stroll together on the school campus.

"Thanks," Buffy smiles at her. "Angel bought them for me on Saturday night after I told him how much the sun bothers my eyes. It's a good thing we live in California where sunglasses are a norm."

"So, how are you and Angel? We missed you guys at the Bronze," Willow smiles slyly.

"Sorry. We planned on going but uh, decided to stay in at the last minute," she says unable to hide her smile.

"Stay in huh?" the red head teases, wiggling her eyebrows making Buffy laugh.

"So, how was your weekend? Anything interesting happen?" Buffy's smile falls off her face as Willow stops and turns to her.

"Xander and I talked," she tells the blonde. Buffy's eyes widen and she grabs Willow's arms.

"Oh my God! He finally opened his eyes!" she says excitedly.

"He told me he's dating Cordelia."

"What?" Buffy looks disgusted as her arms drop limply to her sides. Willow can't help but smile at her reaction.

"Yep. He said he didn't mean to but it just happened," she shrugs and starts walking again.

"Oh Willow, I'm sorry," Buffy says sympathetically.

"I'm fine," she assures her best friend, surprised to find that it is the truth. "He cared enough to tell me, instead of letting me find out on my own. We're friends. Always have been, always will be."

"You're an amazing person Willow," Buffy says in admiration. The red head blushes and smiles. "So, Xander and Cordelia. That is…wrong. I mean its Xander. And Cordelia. Ew."

Willow laughs, glad that Buffy seems to be on the same wavelength as she is. She looks forward as they walk and stops in her tracks. Curious, Buffy looks up and follows her line of sight, smiling when she spots Oz sitting on a table playing his guitar.

"What are we thinking?" Buffy says to Willow, smiling at her. "Any sparkage?"

"He's nice," Willow smiles with slight embarrassment. "Hey, I like his hands."

"A fixation on an insignificant detail is a definite crush sign," she says wisely.

"Oh, I don't know though. I mean, he is a senior," Willow sounds unsure.

"You think he's too old cause he's a senior? Please. My boyfriend has a bicentennial," Buffy shakes her head as she pushes her friend towards the boy. "Go, do the talking thing."

"What if the talking thing turns into the awkward silence thing?" Willow says nervously.

"You won't know till you try," Buffy says reassuringly. She gives Willow another push before walking away, smiling over her shoulder.

Willow bites her lip, then walks over to Oz, taking deep breaths to stay calm.

"Hey," she says shyly to him. He looks up and smiles at her, making her knees shake.

"Hey."

"Do you guys, uh, have a gig tonight?" she asks, pointing vaguely at his guitar.

"Oh, no. Practice. See, our band's kinda moving towards this new sound where... we suck, so... practice," he says in a way that only he can.

"I think you guys sound good," Willow says in an innocent voice, smiling at him.

"Thanks," he smiles back at her.

"I bet you have a lot of groupies," she says, a part of her feeling jealous and inadequate.

"It happens," he nods, gazing at her with a look she doesn't recognize. "I'm leaving a groupie-free nowadays. I'm clean."

"Oh," she nods, feeling better. They look at each other, the awkwardness she feared starting to seep in.

"I'm gonna ask you to go out with me tomorrow night," Oz breaks the silence, surprising her. "And I'm kinda nervous about it actually. It's interesting."

"Oh," Willow smiles, pleased. "Well, if it helps I'm going to say yes."

"Yeah, it helps. It-it creates a comfort zone." They smile at each other. "Do you want to go out with me tomorrow night?"

Willow suddenly remembers and slaps her hand to her head. "Oh, I cant!"

"Well, see I like that you're unpredictable," he says in a way that she isn't sure what he's feeling.

"It's just that it's Buffy's birthday, and we're throwing her a surprise party," she says apologetically.

"It's okay," he assures her.

"But you could come," she says hopefully. "If you want to. You could be m…my date."

"All right," he nods, smiling. "I'm in."

Willow smiles back at him before turning to show him that she is leaving. As she walks away she smiles to her self and says under her breath. "I said date."