As Angel stepped inside Buffy's house he remembered that Buffy's mom was out of town, on an art trip.

He quickly carried her upstairs and tucked her under the covers.

"Buffy...." he brushed a stray hair off of her face.

"Hmmmm..."

"Want some juice?" he asked timidly.

"Mmm hmm.."

"Okay." he said as he stood up and made his way down the stairs. He poured a glass of juice and grabbed a bottle of aspirin.

"Angel..." Buffy asked groggily when he walked in her room. "When did you get here?"

He smiled, "I brought you here."

"Oh. I knew that."

"Here." he said as he handed her the aspirin and the juice.

"Thanks." she smiled weakly as she swallowed the pills.

"How are you feeling?" he asked as he sat down next her.

"Tired. Being sick sucks, you're lucky you don't have to put up with it." she said as she set the cup down.

Angel smiled. "I guess." he glanced at the window. "I better get going, the sun will be up soon."

"No." Buffy protested. "Stay, I'll feel safer with you here."

"The Slayer needs me to feel safe?" he smiled, then he realized he was flirting with her. He turned serious. "I don't know if I should be here Buffy."

She sat up and leaned her head against his shoulder. "I want you to stay." she said in an almost frightened voice.

Angel wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead gently. "Okay, I'll stay."

"Good." Buffy said as she lay back down, taking Angel with her.

She snuggled up against his chest as he played with her hair.

Soon she fell into a feverish sleep.

Part Three is here.

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