Title: Afterlife
Part title: The Vision

Author: GMB loves Angel

Spoilers: Iwry (as always), the last four eps of Angel season 2, the bachelor party, Hero, the gift... that's kinda it...

Rating: PG-13

Timeline: A few months after the gift...

Authors notes: This fic series will go between two worlds. Here's my version of what happened after the gift... I admitt it I'm completely hung up in Pylea... Iwry happened a season after than it did in the show...

Dedication: To Dawnie, for her wish for a new part... And to Sarah Mclachlan, because her CD, Fumbling Towards Extacy is playing in the background and it's very inspiring...

- She sacrificed her life for someone else?

Wesley poured over his books again, eager to cross-reference some more. All Angel could do was wait. He hated waiting. He had told Wesley everything. About what Willow had said, what Dawn had said and finally what he had seen. He also told him about the blurry picture in the end of it. Right that moment, he wished more than anything that Dawn could have spoken only a few seconds later, just so that he could actually have seen where she was. But she hadn't. He had been interrupted too early. if it hadn't been for Lucy, who needed care and attention, he would have put his fist through a wall or something, just to get the frustration out somehow. Luckily for him, Lucy had a soothing effect on him. Even if she was crying, he smiled. He loved hearing her. She was a miracle as well as proof that Buffy was alive somewhere out there.

Fred and Gunn, who had got an eye for each other were out on a job and Cordelia was doing some filing, though noone, but her understood her filing system. Angel finished feeding Lucy and was now carrying her around, in an attempt to make her sleepy for her nap. While walking there, he started a new daydream. He tried imagining what it was like where Buffy was. But all he got was the same meadow that he'd dreamed about earlier. Maybe it looked like that, where she was. He hoped so, because it was somewhere beautiful and peaceful and with all the violence and fighting in her life, she needed somewhere quiet. Somewhere she wouldn't need to fight for her life all the time. His dream had evolved. Now the big girl was playing with her little brother. The dog ran around them and they were laughing. He could hear them laugh. It was beautiful. Little children laughing. He turned his head to the side, there she sat. Her abdomen swollen with their third child. That would be an other girl. She would be a daddy's girl. Twirling him around her little finger, making him do anything for her. The Buffy in his dream was smiling a lot. Her face was blushed and glowing. She laid her head on his lap. And he stroked his hand over her stomach and kissed her forehead.

Wesley chose that moment to speak to him.

- I've narrowed it down, but unless someone can give us a push, I'm afraid we have a to big ground to check. A dimension is big and to search several will take forever.

All of a sudden, Cordelia collapsed behind them, twitching and screaming. Angel handed Wes the baby before running to help Cordelia. After two and a half minutes she was back on her feet, taking her pain killers.

- What did you see, Angel asked.

- You… both of you, Cordy said, focusing on Angel. - You're fighting…

- Us fighting, Wes asked. - Angel and I would never fight…

- Not you, Wes. Angel and Angelus, the green beast Angelus…

- Wait a minute… How can I fight myself?

- I don't know. That's what I see. You and the green Angelus beast. It looks like you're about to loose… also, it's bright as light and none of you're on fire.

- What? How can I fight and not be… Pylea…

- Angel. The vision showed me you were inches from loosing. I don't want you to go…

- She's there…

- Who is?

- Buffy…

- What? How do you know?

- I just do…