Buffy walked to Giles' living room in a daze, her conversation with the strange man still playing in her head. As she reached the group they fell silent, alarmed by her dazed expression.

"Buffy, are you alright?" Giles asked.

She finally snapped out of her trance like state to stare into the worried gazes of the Scooby Gang. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She was still having a hard time grasping that the man upstairs was an angel. Sure she knew heaven and hell existed but to hear evidence was beyond what her mind could grasp.

Giles whispered, "Buffy…"

"He woke up, for a moment," she started.

Giles eyebrows raised and he began polishing his glasses furiously, "Di…Did he speak to you?"

"He said his name was Liam, and that he was an…" I can't believe I'm going to say this, "He said he used to be an angel."

If not for the seriousness of the situation Buffy would have laughed. For once everyone was so quite that the only noise in the room came from the cars on the street below. Xander and Willow were staring at her with shock, Giles looked like a wide eyed fish, and even Cordelia has stilled; her nail file clutched so tightly in her hand Buffy thought for sure it would snap in two.

The silence went on for a few more moments before Buffy decided she couldn't take it anymore, "Someone say something because I'm feeling a little wigged right now."

"Yes… yes, of course. I've never heard of… of an angel being on our plane since long, long ago. Are you quite certain he wasn't lying to you, or perhaps… um… delusional?"

Buffy shrugged, "He did have that gash on his head but Giles he fell from the sky. Considering he's not a little green man I don't see what else he could be."

"Maybe he's a flying demon." Everyone in the room slowly turned to look at Xander. They were silently gaping at his words before Cordelia reached over and smacked him in the back of his head. "Or not…" he grumbled massaging the now sore spot.

The gang continued to speak about the strange occurrence until well into the early morning. Finally Giles stood and addressed the others; "None of us will be of any use if we are exhausted. Thankfully it's the weekend so we can meet again later. I suggest everyone heads home and we will meet up at a later time."

Everyone stood and stretched; quite yawns could be heard throughout the group.

"Bye Giles, see you later."

"Bye G-man."

"Finally, I better not have circles under my eyes tomorrow."

Giles turned to his young charge, "Buffy are you going home?"

"If it's ok can I just crash here? That way I'll be here when he wakes up."

"If you insist, there are blankets and pillows in the hall closet and you know where my room is if you should need anything. Sleep well Buffy."

"Night Giles."

As she retrieved the items and settled on the couch her mind couldn't get away from the man upstairs. For some reason she felt the need to help the man in the other room. Being the slayer she didn't trust many people but she felt like she could trust him. There was something about him that just seemed to pull her in. Finally sleep came to her and she fell into a dreamless slumber.

She awoke to the sound of Giles' coffee maker and the rustling of a newspaper. She stiffly stood up and entered the kitchen, gave Giles a small smile, and poured herself a large cup of the thick brew.

"I thought you didn't drink coffee?"

He peered at her over the top of the paper, "I don't, that's for you. I've seen you enough times to know the last thing I want to deal with is a just woken up slayer with no caffeine."

Buffy smiled but it faded quickly into a thoughtful frown, "Have you checked on our guest this morning?"

"I thought I would leave that to you."

"No time like the present." She hopped off the counter she had been perched on and made her way to Giles' guest room. Here goes nothing, she though as she slowly pushed open the door.

The room was dark but enough sunlight filtered through the blinds that she could see clearly. She made her way over to the bed cautiously and looked down at the still sleeping man. He really was beautiful. She lowered her hand to gently touch his face and jerked when a large strong hand caught her wrist. She snapped her gaze to his face where he was staring at her with an intense stare. He slowly uncurled his fingers from her small wrist and muttered his apologies before slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the butts of his palms. Finally he looked at who had woken him.

Standing before him was the most beautiful picture of innocence he had ever seen. Long golden locks fell against her tanned skin. Bright green eyes gave way to a small nose followed by full lips. She was petite but had a strength about her. She looked like a goddess. They stared at each other for a few more minutes before Buffy finally blinked and shook her self out of her daze. "So, your um… awake now. There's clothes over here for you and just come down when you're done." She then rushed from the room, slammed the door shut and leaned against it trying to find the strength to stand. The look he had been giving her had made her knees weak and her insides quiver. She blew out a steady breath and walked downstairs to inform Giles that Liam was awake.

A short time later Liam appeared in the kitchen. He stood watching the small girl and an older man converse quietly. Realizing he must have been quieter than he realized he cleared his throat. They both jumped so high he was surprised they didn't hit the ceiling. When they turned their startled eyes to him he was wearing an amused but unsure smile. "Uh…Hello."

Giles blew out a shaky breath, stood and walked over to grab another mug for the man. "Yes, good morning. I don't think we've been introduced, I'm Rupert Giles." He shook the mans hand, "It's good to see you up and about, can I get you something to eat?"

Liam's small smile dropped as his face became blank. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before just staring at Giles. Buffy had a quizzical expression as she waited for him to answer. When it was apparent that Liam wasn't going to say anything, she looked at Giles and raised her eyebrows sending the silent message, ask again.

Giles cleared his throat, "I have coffee, tea, scones, and some dreadful American cereal…"

Buffy straightened in her chair, "Captain Crunch is not dreadful."

"Hardly the point; Liam are you hungry?"

Liam met both their eyes before finally responding, "I… I'm not sure." Now it was the other two occupants in the room that adopted blank expressions. Liam rubbed the back of his neck and sheepishly said, "It's been a long while since I've eaten or experienced hunger. You don't need to eat when you're Home, Father takes care of you."

Giles eyes met Buffy's before he asked, "What is 'Home' and who is your father?"

Liam shrugged, "You know… Home. I guess you would call it Heaven. Father, I suppose your word for him would be God." He carefully watched their expressions as he spoke. For a reason unknown to him he didn't want to scare the beautiful girl sitting at the table in front of him. As for the man he wasn't sure if he was a threat or an ally at this point.

Giles' eyes narrowed as Liam spoke of heaven and God, this was not something that one hears on an everyday basis on the hell mouth. He was having a hard time believing this man or whatever he was. When he had first walked into the kitchen and gotten his and Buffy's attention it had alarmed Giles how quietly Liam moved. When he turned to see him he also realized just how big this man was; he could over power him easily and maybe harm his slayer. He was very tall, and his shoulders were nearly as wide as the doorframe. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and black track pants, the only things Giles had that would fit him. He also noticed that Liam's hair and eyes were pitch black and realized that this was definitely not anything human.

"I suppose I'll need you to start at the beginning. I'll get you some coffee, and some dreadf…" he trailed off as Buffy's eyebrows shot up in an accusing manner. "Some cereal and you can eat to see if you feel better afterwards."

Liam shrugged and went and sat down at the table next to Buffy. She looked over him; he looked much healthier than last night but could see that his bandages would need changed soon. "I'll change your bandages after breakfast."

He met her eyes and gave her a small smile, "Thanks."

Giles placed the coffee and cereal bowl in front of Liam and sat down at the table in full watcher mode waiting for Liam to start his tale. Liam looked at the cereal and slowly lifted the spoon to his mouth, when it met his taste buds his eye suddenly grew wide and a huge smile spread across his face. "Wow this is so good," he mumbled through the cereal he was shoveling into his face.

Buffy started to laugh, "See nothing dreadful about it, just sugary goodness."

Liam nodded enthusiastically and finished off the bowl of cereal even drinking every last drop of milk out of the bowl. He took a deep breath and sipped his coffee before meeting Giles with a level stare. "Ok, what do you want to know?"