Author's Notes:
I don't own any of this (except for K) and Joss Whedon is a bloody genius, go worship him. I would appreciate your feedback, I just want to know people out there are reading my stuff. Makes me happy!
Buffy's Secret
Buffy was snuggled up close into Angel's arms. Perfectly comfortable and content, something seemed to be poking the inside of her brain. Something left her with the feeling that something just wasn't right.
"Angel?" Buffy said quietly. "Are we alone in the room right now."
Angel looked up, and then back down at Buffy. "Yeah, we are."
"Can I ask you something?"
"You can ask me anything, Buffy."
"What exactly went on between you and K in the building today?"
Angel frowned. "I could ask you what happened between you and Spike."
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yeah, I kind of do."
"Well, he came up to the fourth floor. He had told me he cleared out his floor, and thought I could use some help. We fought some vampires side by side, and I guess after a few of them, that's when I got knocked out. So I don't really remember what went on."
"Well, something similar happened with K and me," he said. "She finished her floor, so she came down to mine—"
"She went from the seventh floor to the second floor?"
"I don't know why," Angel said. "She must've had a reason. Maybe she went down to the ground floor because that was your original order, and then she realized no one was there, so she came up to my floor. Make sense?"
"A little," Buffy said, not wanting to admit that that's probably what happened. "Then what?"
"She came up as I was staking my last vampire. We decided to go up another floor, which was Spike's floor, and it was empty. She had jumped to the conclusion that Spike had died. She was completely freaking out, I had to calm her down."
"How did you calm her down?"
"Well, I couldn't get a single word in by just talking to her," Angel explained. "What with her constant screaming of Spike's name. So I pulled her towards me and sort of stopped her from screaming by holding her into me. She calmed down, and I told her Spike must've gone to a different floor."
"I see," Buffy said. "Then?"
"Then we came up, found Spike and you unconscious, and she left with Spike so you two could go to the van."
"And Spike carried me into the van?"
"Well, he must have. I mean, K has that nasty wound on her arm."
"Hm," Buffy said in agreement, not wanting to nod her head. "And what do you think of her?"
"Buffy… what do you think of her?"
Buffy pouted. "I asked you first."
Angel sighed. "I like her. She's pretty cute, and she's a good fighter, and she's got a good heart. She's a bit different, sometimes moody, but I like her."
Buffy frowned even more. "She's kind of weird, don't you think? And she does these random things. And she is moody. And she doesn't think right. And everyone seems to like her, I just don't really understand why."
"Buffy, I'm starting to think you're a bit jealous of her."
"Jealous?" Buffy repeated. She scoffed. "Why would I be jealous of her?"
"Well, everyone who has ever loved you seems to be moving on to her," Angel said. "Even I can't really say why. But it just so happens to be like that. And I think you asked me what happened with us because you might be a little nervous the same thing happened to me."
"That's crazy, Angel," Buffy said, snuggling up closer to him.
"Maybe, but you're not denying it," he said.
"I am not jealous of her," Buffy said firmly.
"Whatever you say. Let's just go to sleep."
Buffy scooted herself closer to Angel and lost herself in his arms. Though her eyes were closed, and her head was pounding, she couldn't fall asleep. Something just wasn't right.
"Angel?" Buffy said quietly. "Are you awake?"
He didn't answer.
"Well, I'm glad you're asleep," Buffy said, opening her eyes, and pulling herself away from Angel's grasp. She sat up, and then got out of bed. She looked around the room, making sure it was empty. She opened the door to the other room where she saw K, fast asleep, and Spike, on the other bed with a book in his hand.
"Spike?" Buffy called. "I thought you were asleep."
Spike looked away from the book. "Nope. Not quite tired yet. But I thought you were sleeping."
"Uh," Buffy said, trying to come up with an excuse. "I wanted to make sure that you had called Xander."
"He said he'll be leaving as soon as possible. He'll probably get here by tomorrow night."
"Great," Buffy said. "So you're okay here in this room?"
"Well, it's as good as it's ever gonna get," Spike scoffed.
"Right," Buffy said, nodding. "I'll probably just go back to sleep, then."
"'Night, love."
Buffy closed the door and sat down on Willow and Kennedy's bed, picking up Willow's bag, going through it.
"Where is it?" Buffy whispered to herself. She had to be quieter if she didn't want to wake up Angel. "Aha!" Buffy pulled out a book from Willow's bag with the title Demons: Volume IV.
Buffy flipped through it until she found what she was looking for.
"Lavo… contamino… caput…" Buffy read from the page. "This demon can assume the form of any being, human or demon. Its physical strength is powerful, but not as strong as most supernatural entities, thus it uses the power of brainwashing to keep itself safe. Usually with a single motive, it can make any human or demon obey its wish by simply touching them." Buffy closed the book and put it back into Willow's bag. "A mind control demon? Possibly. But something isn't right."
Buffy decided there was nothing she could do at this point anyway, so she went back into bed with Angel, and forced herself to fall asleep.