The phone kept ringing. Buffy moaned and stirred in her bed. “Angel…” she sighed quietly, a slight grin appeared on her face.

She opened her eyes abruptly, and sat up. The phone stopped ringing and she rubbed her eyes and yawned.

She picked up the phone and dialed Tara’s number, knowing she could find Willow there.

“Will. Good morning”, she said when she heard her friend’s voice.

“There’s no answer. I gotta go there”, Angel walked out of his room, putting on his long black coat.

Cordelia got up on her feet. “Are you sure he went there? You don’t know…”

“I have a feeling”.

“Right”, she lowered her head. “You have a feeling… but”, she raised her eyes back to him. “I didn’t have a vision!”

At that moment she slumped on her knees, holding her head when a blinding vision hit her.

Angel grabbed her before she fell to the floor.

She got up. “Dammit!” she said, clenching her teeth. “Go”.

Whistler and Wesley entered the room.

“What did you see?” Angel asked her.

“Lindsey. He’s with Michael”, she frowned, waving her hands. Angel frowned too. “Lindsey”.

“Oh lord, Wolfram & Hart has the boy. I can’t think of anything more dangerous than that”, Wesley sighed, tilting his head.

“They have this father-son going on. Michael really likes him… I could feel it”, Cordelia said, looking back at Angel.

Angel raised his eyes. “What?”

“And he’s taking him to Buffy…”

“Michael must return with me to the Pantheon”, Whistler stepped forward. “Or you can start counting the days you got left. And believe it won’t be pretty 4th of July fireworks”.

“Wolfram & Hart will use Michael to destroy the world…” Wesley hummed.

“I think we already figured *that* out”, Cordelia huffed.

“No”, Angel said looking away. “They're going to use him to rule it”.

“So you had another dream about Angel?” Willow looked at her friend’s face. Buffy gazed down at the napkin she was holding. They were sitting in a coffee shop.

“Fifth night in a row…” Buffy sighed.

“Maybe it’s prophetic…”

“Willow, I haven’t seen Angel for so long. I thought I was over him! But what if I’m not?” Buffy still didn’t raise her eyes.

“What did you dream?” Willow asked. “Maybe you can talk to Tara.. She’s good with dreams”.

“It was always the same until tonight…” Buffy raised her eyes.

“We were…” she blushed. “You know… we… we made love. But, it was different… it was like… it was like a feeling of deja vu”.

“And he turned in your dream?”

“No… he was… he wasn’t even…” Buffy swallowed. “I don’t know how to explain this… it’s too complicated…”

“Was he human?”

Buffy stared at her. “Yea…yeah. He had… I put my hand on his chest. And I felt his heart. I heard it…”

“Maybe you wish he was human so you could be together…” Willow smiled briefly and looked at her. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out between you and riley”.

“I’m not! It was totally a mistake… I don’t believe it took me that long to figure *that* out!”

“But you looked cute together and normal boy is just what you need”.

“Um, Will, reality check? Riley was *not* normal. Remember? Chip thingies and other initiative stuff?”

“But it was a long time ago”, Willow insisted.

Buffy picked another napkin and started tearing it to little pieces.

“Forget it, I’ll never have a normal life. Why bother? We never even did anything together or talked. You know, *important* relationship stuff? We just…”

“Oh I know, Tara and I do that all the time!” Willow smiled widely, Buffy glared at her and Willow’s smiled faded. “You know.. The *important* relationship stuff…” she explained.

Buffy smiled faintly. “Sure, Will. It’s cool”.

“So anyway”, Willow changed the subject. “Angel was human and you made love”, she pointed out Buffy’s dream again.

“But tonight it was different. I was… pregnant. We had a baby… I really wish I knew what this all meant!” Buffy sighed frustrated.

“Don’t worry you will”, Willow smiled at her. “Maybe you need to visit Angel… maybe you miss him”.

“I really don’t think I should”, Buffy bit her lip. She looked outside the cafe. A red convertible maneuvered into the parking lot. A man wearing a suit and sunglasses walked out besides a young boy.

“It really means a lot to me that you left all your work behind and came here with me”, Michael said, looking up at Lindsey.

The young lawyer smiled and grabbed the boy’s hand.

“Hey, we’re like family now”. He smiled and the boy smiled back at him.

“She’s in there”, the boy said pointing at the cafe.

“Hmmm, after we take care of her, it will be easier to get rid of Angel”. Lindsey said quietly.

“I don’t wanna get rid of him. I just want to make him suffer”, Michael said, letting go of Lindsey’s hand.

“Yeah, we’re going to destroy him, I didn’t mean… kill him”, Lindsey assured him.

“And my mother. Don’t hurt her”, Michael folded his hands.

Lindsey looked at him confused. “Wh… who?”

“You know… Cordelia? My mother? The one with the visions?”

Lindsey was silent for a minute. “Sure… we won’t hurt her… she’s not in our way”.

“Okay”, Michael smiled again and gave Lindsey his hand.

Buffy looked at her watch. “Dammit… gotta get back to work”, she got up and straightened her dress.

Willow smiled. “I’d like to order another coffee please”.

Buffy wrinkled her nose. “Anything else? Love potion?”

Willow smiled again. “I got a few in our shop, just coffee will be fine”.

“Summers, break is over”. The shift manager tapped on her shoulder.

“One coffee, table two”. She nodded and got over to the desk.

She looked as the man and the kid walked inside the cafe. Her sight was fixated on the kid. A weird feeling aroused in her.

“Buffy! What are you doing??” Willow got up quickly, waving her hands. Buffy looked at her to see that she spilled the hot coffee on her best friend.

“God, I’m so sorry Willow! I wasn’t…” she looked around searching for the boy. “…Paying attention”.

“She felt me!” the boy told Lindsey, excited. “How can that be?”

“Well, she got powers too”, Lindsey said. He smiled at Michael and took off the cap, messing the child’s hair.

“Hi”, Buffy stood by their table. She looked at the kid suspiciously.

“Would you like to order anything?”

“Yeah”, Michael smirked at her and leaned back in his chair. “Your gruesome death”.

“Michael!” Lindsey hushed him and looked at Buffy. “You’d have to forgive him… he watches too much television”.

Buffy smiled politely and took their orders.

“You see that kid over there?” Buffy whispered as Willow took a sip from her coffee.

“Yeah”, Willow stared at the boy.

“There’s something about him…” Buffy hesitated.

“What?”

“I don’t know…”

Buffy looked over at the kid again. “There’s something about him”.

“What?”

“I don’t know… there’s something about him”.

“What?”

“I don’t know… there’s something…” Buffy groaned and grabbed her head. “Someone’s messing with my mind!” she hissed.

“What?” Willow seemed to be stuck in her trance.

Buffy grimaced, trying to fight the voices in her head. “I don’t know… there’s…” she whispered, then gathered her strength and pulled Willow up, leading her out of the diner.

Michael stared at them walking out in shock. “She’s strong!” he told Lindsey. “You have to win. I’m counting on you… son”. Lindsey put his hand on the kid’s shoulder. Michael looked at him and nodded.

“I’ll just have to try harder”.