Title: Reunion

Summary: Buffy comes to chat about old times with Angelus.

Time Period: Angel Season Four-During the Angelus period

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Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. Mr. Whedon's.

AN: I tried to write this so that you get what's happening as you read. I'm just gonna tell you, this does not follow Buffy Season Two cannon.

"You're in a big cage."

Buffy stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at him, smirking. When she had heard of the "Great Angelus" being locked up by a group of make-shift detectives, she knew she couldn't stay away.

"That's new," she quipped and stepped down the staircase, moving closer to him.

"You came," he matched her smirk. His arms were crossed over his chest. He stood at the center of his cell, unmoving, like a statue.

"You knew I would." She reached up and turned off the surveillance camera that the Angel Investigations team had set up. At this, he narrowed his eyes with pleasure.

"What've you been up to?" he played it calm, just as he always did.

She moved to the bottom of the stairs and gave a teasing shrug, "Wouldn't you like to know."

"I hope, for your sake, that you've behaved," he warned.

She smiled, "Yeah, something about the large, iron bars sort of takes some of your sting away…" She walked up to the previously mentioned bars, pressing her entire person to them. "…love."

"Won't be in here forever," he made his way to her, slowly.

"No?" He was close enough for her to inhale his scent- a scent she had craved and missed for four long years.

"Nope," he smirked down at her, grabbing onto the bars of his cell from the inside.

"Someone gonna let you out? Cordelia, maybe? Wesley?"

"You," he spoke firmly but gently-a talent only he could accomplish perfectly.

"Me?" she put a hand to her chest in mock-surprise. "Oh, but, Angelus, I couldn't." She took the other hand off of the cage moved behind the white safety line--out of his reach. "That would be wrong. You are an evil, evil man, and letting you out of that cage could result in murder and mayhem!"

"Not in the mood to play, little girl." He eyed her up and down. She had matured. Her hair was up, away from her face. She wore black heels and a low black top. He did that math in his head; she was twenty-two. A woman.

"Who's playing? I'm still the Slayer, lovely; I can't be unleashing the Scourge of Europe on an innocent populous."

"Then why'd you come?" he shot quickly, wanting to throw her off guard.

"I was asked to come," she shot back even quicker. "Team Angel said you were asking for me--said you were denying them information that they need and that you wouldn't give it to them unless I came and talked to you."

For a moment he was silenced. The game had changed from before. Before, he had been the predator, and she had been the willing prey. Now, however, they were both hunters, not wanting to be dominated by each other.

"What's wrong, baby?" Buffy smiled viciously, "Not the answer you were expecting?" She turned her back to him. "Would you have rather me said that I…felt you, Angelus? That…the moment you lost your soul I could sense it from Sunnydale and came running over here for a good spanking?" She faced him again. His expression was unchanged, emotionless. Hers was cold but always vulnerable. "Sorry, puppy, not quite."

"Why'd you turn the camera off, Buff?" he through her name out effortlessly.

She was stopped by that. They both knew why she had turned the camera off. No one knew of the affair that had taken place between them five years ago. No one knew that Buffy wasn't who she said she was. No one knew she loved an evil being who held the face of the man who loved her. She still played the part of the good little girl who could never love evil, and he still played the part of the monster who could never love at all.

"I wanted to talk to you." Her defenses and sarcasm crumbled as she willed them to stay strong.

"You want information?" he played dumb, loving the knowledge that her emotions were in total bedlam.

She took a deep breathe and forced herself to stay strong. She noticed a chair by the stairs and pulled it out in front of the cage. Sitting down she spoke, "I want to talk to you. I want to kiss you. I want you to fuck me. I want to let you out. I want to live with you. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to play with your hair while you sleep. I want to feel your hands on my skin. I want to make you laugh. I want to make you proud. I want a lot of things, Angelus, but, for right now, I think we should just stick to the talking."

None of what she had said surprised him at all, for her knew everything about her. But he smiled and moved to the edge of the cage, placing his face between the bars. "You've changed," he accused.

Buffy sighed. "I have," she agreed.

"Grown up," Angelus narrowed his eyes.

She nodded, thinking of all she had been through since she had seen him last.

"I like it." His voice was dark; his gaze was dangerous.

"Do you? Are you sure you don't prefer the amenable, subservient virgin?"

"Nah, I love a challenge."

She smiled, "Oh, but you do."

I'd love to write more. Like say, what they talk about…but only if people wanna hear about it. Review if you want more!