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Till Death Do We Part (Part 3)
By Jessi Knorr
slayer_2000_(at)hotmail.com

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Buffy, Angel, Oz, Willow, Xander, Cordelia, Ms. Calendar and whoever else belong to the Devil himself, Joss! And also, the WB and Fox. What's not theirs -- Sage, Summer, Tia, Cora, Lance, the plot--is mine. Got it? Good. Now get going. The mythology is based off of Elisabeth Chandler's amazing novel-trilogy "Kissed By An Angel".

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Part 3

Almost Three Years Later

Buffy rolled her shoulders and continued through the piles and piles of paper on her desk at work. The last appointment of the day and she couldn't even find the date book she had misplaced earlier that afternoon.

"Here you are…" she found the wire bound organizer, flipped to the appropriate page and quickly wrote the old patient's next checkup in. The trio of children were fidgeting with boredom, their pencils scrawling over their fifth grade homework. Sage rubbed his eyes and gave a sigh, Summer attempted to cheat off her sister. Tia pulled back and moved over another chair. They and the doctors, and the old man reading his prescription that he received from Oz were the only ones on the floor, everyone had closed the rest of their offices and left for the weekend. The door to the office swung in with a creak. Sage and Summer looked up and threw away their books, running to the man who entered.

"Dad!"

"Hi guys. Ready to get out of here?" Angel greeted them, hugging both. When Tia didn't come, remained semi focused on her work, he kissed her cheek and walked up to the desk. The old man tucked the paper into his pocket and smiled at both he and Buffy, then shakily made his way out.

"Sage, help Mr. Carminday out please," Buffy asked, tucking the appointment book in it's shelf for the night. Sage ran over and opened the door for the senior. He was awarded with a wrapped candy thrown by the man and popped it in his mouth.

"Thank you Mr. Carminday!" Sage proclaimed, letting it swing shut behind him.

"Okay, that's done…paperwork finally is finished. We're free till Monday," Buffy smoothed back her hair and kissed her husband. "We can get out of here."

"What about Uncle Oz and Aunt Willow? I saw them go in there when you were out Mom," Sage sputtered, sucking on the candy and collecting his books again.

"Well we can only wager what they're doing," Angel laughed softly. Buffy smiled and pressed the speakerphone button. Willow and Oz groaned in succession on the other end, rustling clothing and knocking over several things, the thuds carried through the walls. The adults looked wide eyed at the intercom and Summer plugged her ears.

"Why don't you three go check out the Junk Shop? We'll take your stuff and be right there," Angel stayed transfixed on the phone as their groping session continued. Sage, Tia and Summer did just that and were gone almost instantly. Buffy and Angel listened for a few more seconds in amusement, fright and wonder. The doctors sounded like their other friends when they happened to stumble upon an empty broom closet.

Buffy turned the Mic on and shouted, "Hey you two!" Someone must have jumped so suddenly that the phone fell off the desk, because there was a loud crash as it hit the floor, and feedback from the receiver.

"Oh, my God…" Willow breathed on the other line. One of them replaced the phone on the desk and hung up the receiver. Oz appeared in the doorway, his top shirt button open and his dyed blonde hair ruffled. There was just a small trace of lipstick around his mouth.

"Yeah?" he asked casually, as if they hadn't caught him in the middle of something. Buffy giggled softly, taking her coat from Angel.

"You two ready, or are you going to stay here all weekend groping like Cordy and Xander?" Angel grinned slightly.

"There are impressionable children around here Willow," Buffy playfully chided her friend. "You should be ashamed."

"Well, you shouldn't have scared us like that. If you ask me, you both should be ashamed for eavesdropping," Willow pointed out, smoothing back her frazzled red locks. "And it's not like you two don't do worse…"

"Okay, you got us there. Now we're both even. Anyway, let's go. If we get the kids dropped off with Heather and changed fast enough, we'll be able to catch the previews where Stephen Dorff has his shirt off," Buffy winked to her friend. Oz took both his and his wife's jackets from under his desk, turned off the lights and the four went out, locking the door behind them, to collect the kids.

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