Previously: 'Oooh! Please can I know?' Drusilla pleaded.

'If you must know… It's an old lover of mine' Angelus hinted.

'Old lover?' Ally raised her eyebrows.

'Yep' Angelus nodded with a grin.

'Name?' Ally asked.

'Buffy Summers' Angel gave a cruel smile.

Chapter 31

I arrived home alone. Angel hadn't found me while I was walking back, so I figured 'Why look for him?' I didn't want him around anyway. I did however tell Buffy that I made the effort to search the whole club and around the outside of it. She bought it, once I had gotten really worked up over the fact that I wasn't lying.

I knew she was just worried for him. Angel wasn't in LA anymore. This wasn't the city he had gotten so used to. It sucks to be him. At least I'd had time to get used to the place.

I had to explain what had happened to the group minus Angelina and Lorne. They'd left while the ponce and I were patrolling. Lorne had politely excused himself and Angelina had left to make sure he got home in one piece.

I had to tell them about how I had had a drink or two, how Angel had walked over to the corner and when I turned around he was gone.

I was just about to explain to them that after searching the club I searched the few alleyways surrounding it, in case he'd been knocked out or something, when there was a knock at the door.

Buffy strode over and opened the door. 'Angel! Where have you been?'

She ushered Angel inside and he collapsed onto the couch, within punching distance.

The next half hour consisted of Angel telling his tale of the night. He had gone into the corner of the club and had found a woman being tormented by a group of vamps. He had tried to save her in the club but couldn't actually stake anyone while inside it, so had dragged the woman into the street, the vamps following.

Afterwards it was a big fight, the vamps were dusted, the woman saved. He had then ventured back into the club, only to not find me at the bar. He had looked around for me, but after not finding me anywhere had headed back to the apartment.

It was typical of him to make me seem like the 'bad guy' and himself 'the victim'. Hes lucky I didn't punch him right now.

Instead I excused myself and headed back to my apartment, where I choose to sit and seethe in silence.

~**~

They had just made it home.

It had been clear that Lorne was struggling with the fact that all of his friends had perished. He had kept his emotions under control for as long as possible, then when it had become almost unbearable, had asked politely if he could leave. Angelina had noticed how the carefree demon had become very quiet, no nicknames, nothing. She had left the same time as Lorne, hoping she could comfort her friend in some way. Buffy had understood. She explained she would do the same for any of her friends. They had said their goodbyes and left.

Lorne plonked himself onto the fold out couch, which he still didn't know folded out and let misery take over. It was something he rarely did, saying it wrecked his suits, but he had just lost his friends, so he just couldn't care. A few silent tears trickled down his face as he remembered and grieved for them.

Wes and his books. Gunn and he's jokes. Illyria and her different view of the world. They were all gone. Yet Lorne still stood here. It just made him even more depressed. He should have been there fighting with them; should have died along with them.

He didn't notice when Angelina, now in a white t-shirt and grey tracksuit pants, sat down next to him with a box of tissues. She drew a tissue out of the box and began wiping the tears from his face. She hated tears; especially tears from her friends.

'Thanks pumpkin' Lorne sniffed as he took the tissue from her hand. It was nice to have someone care for him for a change.

'Your welcome' Angelina wasn't good with tears, she never had been, so she just kindly smiled and held onto the tissue box. A moment later however, she jumped off the couch and walked into the kitchen. She later appeared with a block of chocolate.

'Would this help at all?' She really wasn't sure with demons, but her girlfriends found that chocolate helped with grieving and tears. She also found it effective when her dad left.

Lorne looked up and gave a small laugh 'It might'.

Angelina glided over to the couch and handed the block to him. 'Wanna watch a movie?' movies and chocolate were things that generally helped anyone.

'What do you have?' Lorne asked.

'Well…' Angelina said while turning towards a cupboard, which contained various items; linen, board games, cd's and dvd's, etc.

They decided on the movie 'Dirty Dancing'. No one died, no super sad bits, there was dancing and music; everything Lorne had asked for.

Together they sat on the couch, eating chocolate and watching the movie.

'Hey sorry about before sweetie. I didn't mean to break down there' Lorne murmured.

'Don't worry about it. You had a good reason. I would have broken down in Buffy's apartment. I was amazed you held on for that long'

'So was I'

'It must have taken a lot out of him' thought Angelina. Since they'd been home, there had been nothing but 'Pumpkin or Sweetie'. Nothing creative. He was really quiet and looked extremely tired, but every time she asked him if he would rather sleep he would say he wanted to watch the movie. She had looked over at one stage and found him watching through half closed eyes. He really needed sleep.

'Dirty Dancing' was halfway through when she looked over and found Lorne sound asleep. Angelina couldn't help but smile. For someone who just had part of his world collapse, he looked so peaceful. She thought that too soon. Within seconds, his face was contorted in pain and she thought at any second he was going to wake and writhe on the floor. Not quite knowing what to do, she placed her hand on his forehead, to check if he had a fever. He didn't, but he relaxed at her touch. Maybe he thought she was someone in his dream? She had no idea, all she knew was that he had to sleep… and as peacefully as possible.

She got up to retrieve blankets and a pillow for him. She tip toed to the bedroom and found the spare comforter in the cupboard. She took a pillow off her bed and turned back towards the couch. She could hear small, pained squeaks coming from Lorne. He wasn't awake, as she thought he would be, but he wasn't at peace either. It cut her up inside.

She reached out a hand to try and straighten out the frown lines that had appeared and he relaxed again.

She could see that she wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. Unless she somehow managed to sleep, with him somehow being able to feel her. But how could she do that? The couch wasn't big enough to fit both of them comfortably and she could turn it into a bed because he was sleeping on it already.

That's when she realised that the only way to go through with her plan was to carry him to her bed. If she could. She didn't know if she would be able to.

She sized Lorne up, decided that she should be able to carry him and began to slowly lift his body. He stirred, but remained asleep.

Carefully, she carried him over to the bedroom and laid him on one side of the bed. He sighed, but that was all. When she was happy with his whereabouts, she climbed into the other side of the bed, moving close enough for Lorne to feel that there was somebody with him, hoping he would stay relaxed.

She pulled her comforter over the two if them and she settled down for some 'light' sleep.

She was almost asleep, when an arm pulled her into a tight embrace.

'Thank you' he breathed, but she had no idea whether it was directed at her or if it was meant for someone in his dream.

She pretended it was for her and was soon peacefully asleep in his embrace. Lorne also peacefully asleep, only just aware that he had his arms wrapped tightly around his slayer friend.