"I don't understand something," Cordelia slurred. "We were having such a good time. Why are we leaving again?"

"Because," Angel said softly, "we needed to get back home."

"Wait, wait," Wesley said, spinning around. He had his finger pointed straight up, as if to make a point. "I. . .have. . ." Gunn caught him and held him up as he swayed. "I have alcohol in my apartment. We can. . .move the furniture and turn the radio up, and get pissed!"

Cordelia's laughter rang through the street. "I think that sounds like a great idea!" She turned to Willow. "Willow, would you dance with me?" She took the girl in her arms and spun her around the small group.

Giggling, Willow pulled out of her arms. "No, I think I'm going to call Sunnydale. I need to talk to Xander."

Cordelia smiled. "Xander," she purred. "I miss him sometimes. Occasionally. Tell him I said hello."

"I'll be sure to do that." Willow glanced at Spike and Angel. They were walking next to each other, with a good three feet between them. They were both tense - Willow could swear that Spike's eyes flashed yellow when he glanced at her. She sighed, looking away. They were fighting, again. It was because of them Willow was calling Xander.

*-*-*-*

Willow sighed, waiting for the phone to be answered. "Hello?"

"Anya?"

"Yea. . ." Her voice sounded suspicious. "Who is this?"

"It's Willow. Can I talk to Xander?"

"Well, are you going to keep him long? We were about to. . ."

"I don't need to know about it," Willow said, shifting uncomfortably. "I promise I will try not to keep him long, I just need to talk to him."

"Fine, just hurry," Anya said, her voice bored. "Xander, phone."

"Hello?" Xander sounded like he'd just woken up.

"Xander," Willow said softly. She lay down on her bed, curling into a ball. She didn't know if it was good to call Xander, but she needed to talk to someone. She figured Buffy wouldn't be the right person to call. Of all the people in the world, Xander still understood her the best.

"Willow," Xander said, picking up on the distress in his oldest friend's voice. "What is it? Is everything ok?"

"Xander, there's so much going on right now, and. . .I don't even know where to start." Tears filled her eyes. "I have to tell you some things, and you won't be happy with it at all. . .but I need you to listen to me, not judge me."

Xander swallowed hard. "Willow, you are my best friend. I love you. There 's nothing you could do that could make me not love you." He fidgeted with his tee shirt, worried about what she would say. He imagined the worse: he was never going to be able to see her again, for some horrible supernatural reason.

"First, I'm pregnant. It's Oz's. . .when he was here, back in May, we slept together."

"Oh, god, Willow, are you. . .ok?" Xander suddenly felt much older than he ever had his entire life. He was twenty years old, as was his best friend, and she was having a child! "I can't even take care of myself. . .granted, you do really well taking care of yourself, but still! How. . .how are you going to do this?"

"I'm not staying in Sunnydale."

Xander's heart dropped and tears filled his eyes. "No," he whispered. "You can't leave home. Where are you going? Are your parents. . ."

"No," Willow spat. "My parents wouldn't notice, nor would they probably care. I'm moving to LA."

"Ok, LA is better, I can come see you in LA. . ." Xander was suddenly quiet as his mind tried to make the connection.

"Xan -"

"Shh. . .I'm thinking about this for a moment." Xander was quiet, then: "DEADBOY!?"

Willow pulled the phone away from her ear, wincing. She waited for a moment, listening from afar as Xander rant and raved, cursing everything Angel ever was and ever would be. Willow sobbed softly, her best friend's words about the souled vampire hurting her more than she thought possible.

"Ok, I'm sorry," Xander said softly. "Willow, honey, are you crying?"

"Xander," she sobbed. "He wants to take care of me. Him and Spike, but. . ."

"Him and Spike? Willow, they don't get along. And what about Angelus? Aren't you worried about that?" Xander got up and started pacing. "Aren't you worried that he will come back and kill the kid?"

"That's why we did the bonding spell."

"The. . .what?" Xander asked. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "The what kind of spell?"

"We bonded his soul to me, and his demon to Spike. Angelus will never fully come back. He is more Angelusy now, but he's still really good." Willow sighed. "I'm supposed to live forever."

"Forever? Willow, forever is a really long time," Xander said, his mind swimming. "What are you going to do 500 years from now?"

"I don't know," Willow said softly. "I just can't stay in Sunnydale, and I can't be in LA with Angel and run the risk of him turning into Angelus."

"How is Spike handling all of this?" Xander asked, settling back into the bed. Anya had long since fallen asleep, which pleased Xander. The girl didn't have any idea about anything that was going on, therefore, she couldn't accidentally tell Buffy about it.

"Not well. They are fighting. That's all they do, is fight. I honestly don't know how I'm going to handle an eternity with the two of them."

Xander lay down, burrowing under the covers. "Willow, it's going to be ok. I'm. . .I'm glad that you called to tell me this, even if you did tell Deadboy and Deadboy Jr. first."

"Please, Xander, don't tell Buffy," Willow begged, lying on her bed. She pulled the covers to her neck and sighed, closing her eyes. Tears slid down her cheeks, she'd been softly crying through the entire phone call.

"I won't," he promised. "I love you, Wills."

"I love you too, Xander." She leaned over and hung up.