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Brother Dearest (Part 7)
By sugar7999
jgirl519(at)hotmail.com

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to the WB, mutant enemy, whatever. Except the ones I made up. Don't sue unless you want to get a bottle of hairgel and a magazine subscription.
Author's Notes: This may seem weird in some parts, but we just had to throw some of this in. Oh, c'mon Pamela and Jessica, you know I love you guys! I don't mean it, I swear!

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"So did we miss anything?" Buffy asked, returning to her seat between Angel and Angelus. Cordelia doing the same but between Willow and Xander.

"No, Luv. Just some small talk between your old chums and us," Spike said.

"Man, when’s the food getting here? I’m starved. We haven’t eaten since that little café," Xander whined.

"You haven’t changed in the slightest bit have you Harris?" Angelus snickered.

"'Course not, wouldn't’t give you the satisfaction." Under the table Buffy ran her leg up Angel’s and gave Cordelia a wicked smile. Angel’s reaction was too close his eyes for a second and then reach down with his hand to move her leg. She in turn took his hand and ran it up and down her thigh. Buffy turned to face Angel and gave him a sexy ‘yeah-I-know-what-I’m-doing to-you,- what-are-you-gonna-do-about-it’ smile.

"So, Angel, what have you been up to these past years?" Buffy asked.

"Not much. I’ve been trying to find you."

"That’s so sweet," Buffy said, "What about the rest of you?" They never got a chance to answer because at that moment the main course was brought to the table.

"Finally, nourishment," Xander said. Buffy nodded to Spike and he hit Xander upside the head. Buffy knocked her napkin off her lap and made it look like an accident. Angel reached down to get it. Buffy met him halfway up, making sure that she was leaning over just enough so that Angel could see down her shirt. He handed Buffy her napkin and their hands lingered a second longer then necessary. This went unnoticed by everyone but Angelus and Cordelia. Angelus scowled and Cordelia and Buffy shared a secret smile.

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*I think she's 'comin around!*, thought Angel exitedley back at Buffy and Angelus's place. They were all seated and chattering while Buffy put the babies to bed. After dinner, Buffy had been totally flirting the cab ride back to the apartment, she had been eyeing him in a way that was anything but friendly. Angel had loved the dirty looks Angelus had been throwing at him.

"So Buff, I believe we were gonna talk about, oh, say the past three years-" Xander was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Before anyone could get up to answer it, the door flew open, and in walked two pretty brunettes, medium height, with violet eyes and rather, well, insane, penetrating glares. They were obviously identical twins.

"Pamela! Jessica! When did they let you two out of prison?" exclaimed Buffy as she emerged from the nursery.

Xander shifted uncomfortabley.

"A few days ago. They finally dropped the charges against us!" shouted Pamela joyfully. Jessica took a long drag on her cigar.

"It's so great to see you guys!" Buffy jumped up and hugged the women.

"Everyone, these are my friends Jessica and Pamela. Girls, these are some friends from Sunnydale; Angel, Xander, Willow, Oz, Cordelia, Giles, and my mother, Joyce." said Buffy, gesturing to everyone.

"Why the fuck are they here?" asked Pamela with a menacing look in her eyes as she reached for a knife in her pocket.

"Just visiting, Pam." said Angelus calmly. Nobody else said anything, they were a bit too nervous. This girl seemed to be a real wack-job.

Jessica waltzed over and plopped down next to Angel on the sofa, throwing him a sexy smile. Not to be outdone, Pamela walked over and plopped down on his lap.

*I can live with this*, thought Angel. *Two beautiful women all over me!*

"So, Angel," purred Jessica. "What're you doing tomorrow night?"

"He's going out with me!" snapped Pamela, glaring at her twin.

"Why not make it a double?" asked Jessica.

Pamela shot her a look of daggers.

"Umm...uh...well-" started Angel uncomfortabley. Beautiful they both were, but probably not quite right in their pretty little heads. Still, one of them might make a good lay.

"You three can talk about it later," said Buffy, standing up. She didn't want to share her admirer with those pathetic debuton whores.

Reluctantly, Pamela stood up. Jessica pecked Angel on the cheek and walked towards the door, her sister trailing behind her.

"Call 'ya later, Buff!" shouted Pamela as she walked down the hall to the elevator.

After they had left, Giles gave a nervous cough.

"What were they in prison for?" asked Joyce curiously.

Angelus smiled. "Murder."

Willow's jaw dropped. "Whose?"

Angelus shrugged. "I don't know. Some guy named, what was it honey?"

Buffy frowned. "Uh...Joss Whedon...or something like that."

"Yeah, there was a third person. Jyll something-or-other. She's hiding from the FBI." supplied Angelus.

Spike chuckled. "Good for her!"

"Spike!" Drusilla elbowed him in the ribs.

"I'm serious, ducks. If you're gonna commit a murder, 'ya best not get caught."

Xander groaned inwardly. This was surreal, sitting here, Buffy sitting on Angelus's lap, all the while eyeing Angel. Spike and Dru, the whole damn lot! He decided right then and there to get drunk and stay drunk for the rest of the night.

Giles stood up. "Well, er, we should be going now."

Everyone filed out of the apartment.

Once outside, Mr. and Mrs.Giles went one way and the slayerettes the other, except for Xander, who headed straight too a twenty-four hour pub.

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Okay, done with part 7! Big credit to my co-author, Juls, and to Pamela and Jessica, for letting us use them in the story. Krystal and Dani, thanks again! -Jyll

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