Author’s Note: I’d like to point out that I don’t own any of the characters. You should know by now that Joss Whedon does. I also would like to note that SMG(Prinze) and DB aren’t together in real life. They are married to other people and are expecting children. Congratulations. *big smile* Oh and I can’t wait for the new season of Bones.
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Buffy vaguely remembered having a dream about Angel being human.
She dreamed of love making, ice cream in bed and lots of crying…

You know honestly, now that I think about it, maybe it was a prophetic dream.
Yep, I bet that’s what it was. In which case, can you say “yum”?
Any who, today I want to see if Angel, I mean Liam; I need to remember to call him that;
I need to find out if there might be a way back.
Usually all I have to do is say the words but I can’t remember the words which is odd…
maybe Liam knows what the what is.

When I opened the bathroom door I followed my nose out to the kitchen.
The food smells yummy. And from there I follow my instincts and
wrap my arms around his middle to hug him.

He didn’t even tense up, instead he laid his arms on mine and rubbed them gently.
Guess it was natural for him too.
“I’ve always wanted this, mo gra.”
There he goes, calling me “my love”, so perhaps there isn’t a woman in his life.
I should just ask huh?
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Brunch was a quiet affair. His cooking was delicious. We really didn’t talk much.
Liam explained how different Sunnydale was to the one I remembered.
We were driving around the town, that was already different.
After he parked his boat of car, he sat there staring at the steering
wheel with the sun pouring down on him.
At first, all I wanted to do was stare at him. Then I realized he had something face
so I sighed and asked, “What’s wrong Liam?”

He muttered something and moved from behind the wheel closer to me.
He took my face between his hands and
it seemed as if he was trying to communicate to me with his eyes only.
I could read his soul. Something was troubling him, very much.
I could also see love, love for me.
Thus, I wait for him to speak or move.

“Buffy, some kind of magical wards were put on Sunnydale when it was rebuilt.
I’m not sure who put it there, but I am sure it was to safe guard any remains there might be of the hellmouth.
I’m trying to figure out how you got in..I mean I’ve dealt with a few demons here
and there and some of them have tried to open portals and have failed.
The question is then, how the hell did you get here? I mean, don’t get me wrong Buffy, I’m really glad to see you ya know?”

He stopped then to give me a peck on the lips but you know how it is with us, it became this full blown passionately amazing kiss.
Our souls came together and for one minute
I remembered what it was like to be home.

Whistling and cat calls brought us out of our passion way too soon for my taste; pun intended. We separated and instead of drawing away from me he played with a wisp of hair behind my ear and I felt myself becoming a puddle in his lap. He always makes me want to die.
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A loud clearing of a rude someone’s throat behind my shoulder made Liam look away from me.
“Hey Billy boyo!”
Billy? Who is that man calling Billy?

“Hey Owen. How are you doing?” Liam seemed genuine,
like he really cared how the man was doing and that he hadn’t been interrupted in a passionate kiss.
Huh, you think you know someone.

“I’m well, thanks. Who’s your lady friend?” So I turned around and to be honest I thought I was looking at on older version of the Owen I dated, but there was no way it could be..could it?

“Owen this is Buffy.” Owen stuck his hand out and I put mine in his thinking that he was going to shake it, instead he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.
Such an Angel thing to do. “A pleasure to meet you Buffy. I’ve heard alot about you.”
I blushed and thanked him. Then flicked a glance at Liam.
There’s so much to talk about it.
Honestly, there is never enough time in the world to talk about everything.
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/People say she’s only in my head
It’s gonna take time but I’ll forget
say I need to get on with my life
they don’t realize …

it’s when your dialing six numbers just to hang up the phone
driving cross town just to see if she’s home
waking a friend in the dead of night just to hear him say its going to be alright
when you find the things to do not to fall asleep because you know she’ll be there in your dreams
thats when shes more than a memory\
Garth Brooks: More Than A Memory

We talked. She shopped and modeled her clothes for me.
Buffy was stunning in anything she wore.
We played paint ball in one of those playgrounds where you put on a painters outfit. It was a blast.
We talked some more. I told her about recent life for me.
Everything else she could read on her own time.
I’m an art professor at the local college. Everyone calls me something different.
I told her about taking her last name.
“My last name?” She asked curiously and her nose did that cute thing, you know the one.
I tapped it gently and said “Yes, besides don’t you remember our rings?”
We both looked down at our hands then. Neither of us had our rings of course but that wasn’t the point. She remembered and when I looked back up she had tears glistening like diamonds on her cheeks.

“I took a class, a Gaelic speaking class and the professor was Irish.
He told us the story about the Claddagh Rings. Was that your intent? To marry?”
She didn’t seem angry, but touched and surprised.
I cleared my throat trying to get passed the lump that had formed there.
“Yeah so um.. Mr.Summers is one name I go by.”
Trying to get back on track. I told you, I don’t want to rehash the past.
It’s better to more forward.
“Liam is short for William and Billy is short for William.”
I smirked at her and waited for her to get what I got awhile ago.

“William The Bloody and Liam…” She laughed and shook her head. “Angel and Spike.”
She asked me quietly, “What’s short for Angel?” I could hear the sadness in her voice.
She had missed me, I think, and perhaps a part of her thinks she won’t fit in my life here.
The bold truth of that statement though is that she will fit, does fit, has always fit.
She’s my heart, my soul, my sunshine; all of that fits in my life.

“Buffy…baby.. hey look at me..please?” I crooked my finger under her chin and nudged her gently to look at me. “When the time is right, I want to be officially Mr. Summers.
That is, if you’ll have me.. but don’t answer that yet; just give it some thought.”
I kissed her on the forehead and then asked what she wanted to do for the rest of the night.

She wanted to see all of Sunnydale. That I could do.
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AN:We are finally moving ahead. Chapter 5 is a time lapse. If my time line seems off, its deliberate. If you read that there is a magic ward over Sunnydale and Liam doesn’t know how Buffy got there, then they both assume and so should we that it was meant to be. But not for the reasons we think. Let’s not forget that Buffy was portal hopping or running away for some reason unknown to us. I’d like to also remind you that she had told Liam that Angel had told her to grow up and that he didn’t want her help… so something is different. Is it Buffy or Liam? Well that’s up for debate because even I am not sure at this point; even though I have most chapters written out. My muse took me on a different path than I had expected. Thanks for reading thus far. I don’t have a title name for Chapter 5 yet but its next.