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Part 6 

Buffy sat in her Psych class, only half paying attention.  For some reason, things just seem interesting to her today.  Of course the fact that this class interrupted her talk with Angel, and with all of the other things going on, didn’t help much.  She did have a lot to think about.  And being here, with Professor Walsh, Riley, and Willow didn’t help much.  It was like both of her worlds were on a collision course and she didn’t know how to stop it.  She had a choice to make, and she hoped that no one would say anything to her until that decision was made.  More importantly, she hoped that Riley didn’t tell Professor Walsh what had happened last night.  If he did, she wasn’t sure what her answer would be.  What was she going to do if she decided to leave the Initiative?  What was she going to do if she decided to stay?  When did her life get so complicated? 

When the class was over, Buffy was grateful that Willow, just smiled at her and left her alone.  It hurt that her friend didn’t want to talk to her, but she knew that Willow only wanted to give her the space needed.  She was such a great friend.  Buffy picked up her books, placing them in her bag, as Riley walked up to her.  “Hey,” he said as a greeting.  “You didn’t call last night.” 

“Yeah, I had a lot on my mind,” she said with a small smile.  ‘Boy is that an understatement.’ 

“So ah.  I didn’t tell Professor Walsh about what happened last night.  She’s been asking, though,” he informed her, as he sat down on the desk next to her. 

Buffy looked around, and was grateful that Professor Walsh wasn’t there.  “Thanks,” came her reply.  ‘Don’t ask.  Don’t even ask,’ she thought. 

“What did they want to talk about,” he asked her. 

“Don’t you mean, who the hell was that guy who I left with?  Don’t you want to know why I chose him over you last night?  Isn’t that what you really want to know,” she fumed.  She was getting mad.  Why was it every guy that she liked, avoided the real issue?  Every guy that she had met, had always tried to avoid what they were really wondering.  What they really wanted to know.  Angel was the same way, in part.  At least he opened up to her, most of the time.  He wouldn’t keep something like this from her.  When he was jealous he had told her.  Granted sometimes after the fact, but at least he was honest about his feelings with her.  ‘Okay, most of the time.  Then he becomes just like any other man out there.  Ahh, why do they have to be so complicating,’ she screamed in her mind.  Turning to her current boyfriend, she sighed.  “Well?” 

“I looked him up in our database last night.  How could you, Buffy?  He’s dangerous.  Do you know how many people he’s killed?  Do you know what he’s really like?  He’s a vampire for crying out loud.  Why did you leave with him,” he asked in a stern, quiet voice. 

“Riley,” she said as she placed her hand on top of his.  “I really don’t want to discuss this right now.  You wouldn’t understand Angel. . .” 

“Angelus,” he said, cutting her off. 

Buffy closed her eyes, hoping to calm the fire that was beginning to burn inside her.  “Angel,” she stressed.  “He’s not like that anymore.  You wouldn’t understand.” 

“Okay, fine.  Then tell me this,” he began.  “What happens now?  Who are you going to chose?  That monster, or me?” 

Buffy whipped around to look him deep in the eyes.  “How dare you?!  I’m going through something right now, and all you can think about is what about you?  What about me?”  Buffy knew that her voice was rising, almost to the hysterical stage, but she didn’t care.  Not anymore.  “I told you last night, that I needed time.  Don’t you understand that?  Don’t you care that there are just somethings in this world that don’t concern you.  You are not the center of my universe.  Don’t you understand that sometimes there are just things that I need to handle on my own?  For the past couple of months I have been neglecting my friends.  I have been neglecting my destiny.  Do you really know what a Slayer is?  Do you?  Do you even care?”  Buffy stopped her outburst, and took a deep breath.  “I told you I would call you when I figured things out.  I will.  Just give me time, please.”  With that Buffy left.  She couldn’t stand there and listen to his self-centeredness any longer.  She had to get out of there.  She had someplace else to be.  Just thinking about Angel, her heart swelled.  They would finish their talk, and then things would be decided.  She had to know if he still loved her, if there was a chance between them.  Her future would depend on his answer.  She only hoped it was the right choice for her. 

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Part 7 

After class, Buffy didn’t stop for anyone, or anything.  She wanted to get back to Angel, before they lost their nerve.  If she could’ve missed class she would have.  But Professor Walsh had made it perfectly clear that if they missed a class they were out.  She knew that Angel wouldn’t be please that she had failed a class because of him.  He wanted her to have this, no matter what she felt.  As she walked back into the mansion, she heard Angel talking to someone.  Not wanting to interrupt, she stood out of sight, just listening.  “No, Cordelia, I haven’t told her. . .What am I supposed to say?  Oh hey, you don’t remember but. . .It’s not going to work.  I had my reasons for doing it, and trust me it’s better if I’m the only  one who remembers. . .Yes. . .No, what I feel doesn’t matter. . .I’ll live with it.  I have lived with it for months.  I think I can keep it up.  Besides how do I know if it was real.  How do I know what I thought she felt was really what she did?. . .I don’t know, she was with him right before Thanksgiving. . .I know what I saw. . .” 

Buffy stood there listening to his conversation with Cordelia, wondering just what it was they were discussing.  What was it that he could deal with that she didn’t remember?  What was going on?  She leaned a little closer, hoping to hear more of the conversation.  ‘What I wouldn’t give right now for a speaker phone,’ she thought.  “Yes, it hurts.  Yes, every time I see her, I remember, and . . .Yeah, that would work. . .Think about what you just said, Cordelia.  Telling her right now, is the last thing we need. . . Well cause, she needs to figure things out for her own life right now.  There’s no point adding another factor into it. . .So. . .Listen I don’t want to talk about it right now.  Besides, you know how much I hate these Cellphone things. . .”  Buffy saw Angel stand and move to another part of the room.  “Why is it that you called, really.  Cause I hope it wasn’t to talk about what didn’t happen. . .It didn’t, remember.  You don’t remember, I had to tell you.  Actually, I told Doyle and he told you.  But. . .Kate?. . .Tell her I’ll be there just as soon as this is done. . .Well I’m not sure.  Tell her I’ll see her in two days, no matter.  I can always come back here after I help her out. . .Alright.  Yes.  Bye.” 

Angel canceled the call, and sighed.  “Why does she have to be so damn complicated?”  Sitting down on the couch, he placed his head in his hands.  “Have you told her yet,” he said in a horrible rendition of Cordelia’s voice.  “Of course I did.  Damn.” 

Buffy took a deep breath, realizing that there were evidently a lot more things that needed to be covered than she thought.  She made her way, noisily, into the living room.  Angel looked up at her, as she came into view.  He looked nervous, “Buffy.  Ah, I didn’t expect you back so soon,” he said as he stood to greet her. 

“I bet,” she said as she sat down on the couch.  Angel sighed, moving to sit in the chair next to the couch once again.  Buffy noticed this and smiled.  “Nervous about something.” 

Angel looked up at her, then down to his entwined hands.  “Ah, no.  Why would I be?” 

“You tell me.”  Noticing that Angel was still looking down at his hands, she moved to kneel in front of him.  “Angel, we’ve made some progress here.  We’ve started something here, don’t go all cryptic on me now.  Don’t shut me out now.” 

Angel glanced up at her, and gave her a half-smile.  “What?  Nothing’s wrong, Buffy.  Why would you think I’m shutting you out.” 

“You’re doing it again.  Angel, I want to know what’s going on.  What were you talking to Cordelia about?  Was it about me?  What don’t I remember?” 

Angel stood, wanting to get as far away from her as he could.  A part of him wanted to tell her.  Tell her about their day together, but then again. . .  Why would he want to cause her any more pain than she already was in.  “Buffy,” he began, looking down at the floor.  “It would only hurt you, and that’s the last thing in the world I want right now.” 

“If it concerns me don’t you think I have a right to know,” she asked frustrated.  “Don’t lie to me Angel.  If something is going on then tell me.” 

Angel glanced up at her, and took a deep breath.  “Can I ask you something first?”  Buffy nodded, not sure where this was going.  “When you came to see me last.  After Thanksgiving. . .God, I don’t even know why I’m asking.  I shouldn’t.  It’s not like we had anything then, so it’s none of my business.” 

“Angel, spit it out.”  Buffy moved to stand in front of him.  “Do you want to know if I was with the Initiative when I came to see you?  Are you worried that they will come after you?  Is that it?”  Angel just lowered his gaze to the floor, and Buffy sighed.  “No, I wasn’t with them then.  Why do you ask?” 

“I saw you with that Riley guy.  When I was here last.  I guess I just wasn’t sure.” 

“You should never doubt what I feel for you, Angel,” she told him, feeling her heart break all over again.  “What do I have to do to prove to you that I still care about you?” 

“You don’t.  I just had to know.”  Angel tried to move away from her again, but she blocked his way.  “Buffy. . .” 

“Tell me.  Talk to me, please.  If I’m going to be able to decide, I need all the facts first.  What are you hiding from me?” 

“You have a right to know what happened that day.” Angel began.  He paused for a second then shook his head.  “I can’t.” 

“Why not?  What’s going on?” Buffy reached out to grab ahold of his arms.  “Please tell me.” 

“I can’t.  At least not right now, Buffy.  Please understand.  I don’t want to influence you at all in your decision,” he said with a sigh.  Moving away from her again, he continued.  “A lot has happened.  With the two of us, with me, with you.  There’s just so much going on right now in your life, that I don’t want add to it.  Just please, trust me on this.”  Turning to face her once again, Angel looked her deep in the eyes.  “I promise, I’ll tell you everything.  But only after you’ve made your decision.  Whether you want me out of your life and stay with the Initiative, or not, I’ll tell you.”  He reached out to take a hold of her hands, and looked down at them.  “I just can’t tell you right now.  I’d rather that you remember on your own, truthfully, but since you can’t. . .I promise, I’ll tell you everything.  Just not yet.  Please don’t ask me again, okay.” 

“What don’t I remember about that day?  I was there.  I know what happened.”  Buffy looked at him with confusion.  “I came in, we talked.  I told you that we should keep our distance until enough time had passed to where we would forget.  Then that Mutant Ninja Demon thing came in, you killed it.  I left.”  Buffy looked at Angel hoping to get some glimpse into what it was that he was talking about.  “Does that about cover it?  What am I missing.  Please Angel.” 

“Buffy, I can’t not right now.  Please, I’ll tell you all about it, I promise.”  Angel noticed the tears streaming down Buffy’s face.  Reaching out to wipe them away, he felt terrible.  “Buffy, you know that I love you.  I never stopped.  I never will.  Just please trust me on this, okay.  I would never do anything to purposely hurt you.”  He put his arms around her, pulling her close to him.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered in her ear.  “I’m so sorry.  I love you.” 

Buffy leaned into him, taking in his strength.  “I love you, Angel.  I tried to move on, but I can’t.  It hurts too much,” she cried into his chest. 

“Shhh.  It’s okay,” he said, letting his own tears begin to flow.  It hurt so much, for the both of them.  “Everything will be alright.  Shhhh, baby.” 

Buffy looked up at him, cupping his face in her hands.  Slowly she pulled his face down to hers, as she felt her heart begin to pound in her chest.  As their lips met, in a gentle kiss, they both began to feel the rest of the world dissolve.  The kiss became more passionate, as Angel’s tongue pushed it’s way into her mouth.  Buffy slide her hands down his back.  Once she reached his pants, she began to pull his shirt out of them.  Angel’s hands began to work on the buttons of her blouse, revealing the bare flesh beneath.  When Buffy’s warm hands touched his cold flesh, Angel moaned.  “Buffy.  Oh god, I want you so much.” 

Buffy pulled away, leaving Angel to growl in protest.  She stayed close to him, however, not wanting to be far way from him.  Not wanting this to end, but knowing that it should.  “We can’t do this,” she said slowly coming to the present. 

Angel closed his eyes, “Buffy, if this is about the clause.”  Opening his eyes, he cupped her chin to look deep into her eyes.  Her eyes were dark with lust, making him want her more.  He could tell that, that was what she was worried about.  Nothing else mattered to either of them at that moment.  There was no Riley, no Initiative, nothing except the two of them.  Angel didn’t want this to end.  “There is no clause.  Not anymore.” 

Buffy’s eyes went wide.  “What?  When?” 

Angel smiled, “the day after Thanksgiving.  The Oracles. . .” 

“You didn’t tell me,” she said a little hurt. 

“I didn’t find out until recently.  Then when I did find out, you had moved on.  I didn’t want to interfere in your life,” he informed her setting away from her.  Once again, he felt as if he had hurt her. 

Buffy moved around him, to bring his face back down to hers in a deep kiss.  Pulling away she smiled.  “So. . .You can be as happy as you want to be?” 

Angel looked down at her, full of desire.  “Yeah,” he said, his voice was thick with desire.  Buffy just smiled, then jumped up into wrapping her legs around him.  They began to kiss with such passion.  They couldn’t get enough of each other.  Angel reached between them, ripping the rest of the buttons on her blouse.  Reaching behind her, he began to pull at the clasp of her bra, exposing her fully to him.  Angel pulled away slightly, to look down at her.  “You’re so beautiful.” 

“Make love to me, Angel,” she said to him softly.  Not wanting to wait any longer than they already have, Angel gently laid her down on the couch.  As he bent back down to kiss her, his hands lightly glided against her soft skin. 

He moved his mouth from her lips, moving to her ear.  “I love you.  I want you so badly,” he whispered, nipping her ear.  Buffy moaned in delight, as he made his way from her ear to her neck.  When Angel lightly bit her neck, she felt as if her entire body was going to explode.  She felt herself clench in desire, as the wetness between her legs grew.  Angel slowly moved his way down to her collarbone, then further down to her chest.  “So beautiful,” he whispered against her. 

She could feel his tongue dart out to lightly run up the underside of her breast.  “Angel,” she moaned as her hips thrust forward trying to get closer to him.  She felt the pressure building deep in her core, and she knew she wouldn’t last much longer if he kept this up.  In the back of her mind, she knew that no other man could make her feel this way.  No one else could bring forth the same type of fire within her that Angel could.  That Angel was doing to her right now.  She had missed this.  Missed him.  Buffy grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him away from her breast.  “You have too much on, lover,” she said with a smile as she began to pull his shirt up over his head. 

Running her hands over his taunt muscles, she pushed him back.  When both of them were sitting, she leaned Angel back against the back of the couch, and straddled him.  “Better,” she sighed.  Leaning forward, she began to kiss his throat, lightly grazing her teeth along his neck.  Angel groaned, when Buffy continued to nibble his neck, while raking her nails over his chest.  Angel’s eyes flew open when he felt her hands move toward his belt, undoing it, then moving toward the buttons.  “I want you, Angel.  Now,” she hissed into his neck.  Angel grabbed a hold of her arms, practically throwing her down onto the couch.  He made quick work of her jeans, pulling them off of her, along with her panties.  He could smell her desire, as he reached up and parted her legs.  “Angel,” she groaned.  Slowly, he began to kiss up her legs, kissing her knees, and the inside of her thighs.  “Please,” she begged, wanting so much for him to touch her. 

“You’re so wet.  You smell so good.”  Angel looked up at her, from his spot between her legs.  “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell,” he said.  Before Buffy could reply, Angel’s hand parted her.  She felt him place a finger inside her, and his tongue moving up and down her opening, tasting her.  Placing another finger into her, he began to slowly move them in and out of her.  Moving his mouth away from her sex, Angel began to kiss his way up her body.  With his fingers still sliding into her, he kissed her bellybutton, running his tongue around it, into it. 

Buffy could feel the pressure deep in her, building beyond control, as Angel continued to kiss his way up her body.  His thumb was gently rubbing her clitoris, the moment he reached her breasts.  “Angel,” she screamed.  She didn’t know how much more she could take, but she knew she didn’t want this to stop either.  She wanted more, in fact.  Much more.  Buffy ran her fingers through his hair, and down his back.  His muscles were taunt.  She felt him take one of her pert nipples into his mouth, as she raked her fingernails across his back.  His tongue circled her nipple, then pulled one into his mouth, and gently bit down on it.  Buffy groaned as the first waves of her climax hit her.  He continued his onslaught on her nipple, moving on to the other one, as his fingers continued to move in and out of her.  Her inner muscles clenched him, as she fell deep into the abyss.  “Oh god,” she moaned as she was sent over the edge.  “I love you.” 

Angel moved up to her mouth, kissing her deeply.  “Shhh, I love you,” he whispered into her mouth, as his tongue drove deep into hers. 

Buffy pulled away slightly, looking at him with passion in her eyes.  “I want you inside me,” she said, with conviction.  Angel quickly removed his pants and boxers, then sliding between her legs.  Buffy wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling his member at the entrance of her sex.  “Please,” she said.  Angel closed his eyes, and thrust into her.  Buffy moaned in pleasure, as she felt him slide deep within her.  ‘God, I’ve missed this.  Only Angel can fill me this way,’ she thought.  Slowly, Buffy began to thrust up toward him. 

Angel began to move, slowly pulling out then thrusting deep into her.  He began to kiss her neck moving in to take her earlobe into his mouth.  “Buffy,” he sighed.  “You feel so good.  So tight, so warm.” 

“Angel,” she groaned.  “More,” she asked him, in which he readily answered.  Angel’s thrust quickly became shorter, harder, as he felt her begin to tighten around his member.  “Oh, Angel.  You feel so good.  Don’t stop,” she said, in between thrusts.  “Harder.”  Buffy could feel the beginnings of her climax, as Angel thrust deeper within her.  Farther than she ever thought possible.  With each thrust, she could feel him hitting her most sensitive spot.  “Oh, god,” she moaned as she bit her lip.  Her hands went to cup his butt, forcing him deeper. 

Angel could feel his control slipping as she tightened around him.  He knew he didn’t have much longer.  He reached down between their bodies, finding her clitoris, he began to run his finger across it.  Buffy closed her eyes, the waves of desire showed on her face.  She clenched tighter around him, as he continued to drive into her.  “Angel,” she groaned. 

“Buffy, I’m coming, baby.  Oh god,” he sighed as he felt her climax.  Not being able to take the growing discomfort, he gave into the pleasure.  “Buffy,” he moaned as he shot his cold seed into her. 

Their lips met in a passion filled kiss, both trying to come down from ecstasy.  “Angel,” she whispered.  “I love you.” 

“I love you,” he told her.  Angel rolled to his side, pulling her deep within the safety of his arms. 

Buffy curled into his embrace, and closed her eyes.  “Stay with me,” she asked as she felt the pull of sleep. 

“Always,” Angel replied as they both drifted off to sleep. 

Neither one noticed a young man standing in the shadows, watching the whole scene play out.  He turned to leave, feeling betrayed.  Once outside, the young man closed his eyes.  “Damn you, Buffy.  You and your little Vampire Lover are going to pay,” he said as he made his way back to his car. 

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Part 8 

Riley walked into his dorm room, and headed straight for his closet.  ‘I can’t believe that she would do something like this to me,’ he thought.  Opening the doors he pulled out a black pair of jeans and black shirt.  He wanted answers, and he’s do anything to get them.  He had it all planned out.  He’d follow Buffy and that Vampire, until he got the answers that he felt that he deserved.  No matter what. 

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Buffy stretched out on the bed.  She didn’t remember going up to bed, in fact the last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Angel’s arms on the couch.  ‘He must’ve brought me up here last night,’ she thought with a smile.  Reaching out for him, her arm hit an empty space beside her.  Buffy sat up in bed, quickly looking around.  “Angel,” she asked as her fear began to rise. 

“I’m right here,” she heard his reply.  “Sorry I had to call Giles.  I didn’t want to wake you.”  Angel made his way back to the bed, pulling Buffy into his arms. 

Buffy wrapped her arms around him, placing her head on his chest.  “I woke up, and you weren’t here.”  She glanced up into his eyes.  “Sorry.  I guess, I got a little scared.  I thought. . .” 

Angel ran his hand through her hair, hoping to calm her fears.  “Shhh,” he whispered, kissing her hair.  “I told you I would be here.  Didn’t I,” he asked.  Angel felt Buffy nod her head.  “I’m sorry if I scared you.” 

“It’s okay,” she sighed.  “I was just beginning to think that it was normal.” 

Angel tilted his head so that he could look her in the eyes.  “It’s not.  Anyone who would make you think that is a fool.” 

Buffy gave him a slight smile.  “Really?” 

“Yes,” he began.  “Trust me, I’m the biggest one yet.”  Buffy hit him on the arm in response.  “Hey,” he said, trying to sound hurt.  “It’s true.” 

“Last time wasn’t really your fault, Angel,” she told him in all truthfulness.  “Neither one of us knew what would happen.” 

“True, but I did ultimately leave.”  Angel leaned back against the headboards, pulling Buffy with him.  Angel took a deep breath, dreading what he was about to ask.  Keeping Buffy within his grasp, he decided to go ahead and do it.  “You know, I didn’t want to do anything that would push you in a direction, position that, you wouldn’t want to be in.  I hope you don’t think I did this to make you chose us over the Initiative.” 

Buffy laughed at the thought.  “No, I know you didn’t.”  Looking up at him, she placed her hand on his cheek.  “I know some people who would do something like that.  And you aren’t one of them.”  Angel grinned.  “It’s true.” 

Angel lightly kissed her on the lips.  “Okay I have to ask, Buffy.  What about Riley?” 

Buffy’s eyes widened.  “Oh, Riley, right.”  Buffy turned so that she could lean back against his broad chest.  “Well, I care about him.  I do.  It’s just that. . .I don’t know.  I guess I don’t love him.”  Buffy reached for his hand, entwining her fingers with his.  “When you left, I kept telling myself that I could do what you wanted me to do.  That I could find some nice, solid, normal guy who could make me happy.  It’s what everyone wanted for me.  Unfortunately, it didn’t work. 

“I look at all the guys that I’ve dated and all I see is failure.”  Buffy didn’t see the hurt look on Angel’s face.  He knew full well that he was one of those failures.  He hated hurting her.  “Let’s see,” Buffy began, drawing his attention away from his own thoughts.  “There was Owen and Scott.  Both could’ve died because of who I am, and neither could understand why I would spend so much time with Giles and the others.  That and the fact that, neither could understand why I would so distracted.  Then of course there was Parker.  I still can’t believe that I fell for that one.” 

Angel pulled her deeper into his embrace.  “I’m sorry for what happened.  I can’t tell you how close I came to coming down here and having a talk with him.” 

“How did you. . .” she asked silently. 

“Spike told me, when he came after the Gem of Amara.  Of course he told me while I was being tortured, so,” he said with a half smile. 

Buffy’s eyes went wide, as she turned in his grasp to face him again.  “Tortured?” 

Angel just shrugged.  “It’s done.”  Cupping her chin in his hand, he smiled.  “They have . . .well had a lot to learn about how to torture someone,” he told her, hoping to make light of it.  “I’m alright.  No permanent damage.  Besides, it all worked out in the end.”  Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but Angel stopped her by placing a finger on her lips.  “You were saying before,” hoping to get her off of the topic of his torture.  He had spent the equivalent of 500 years in hell, and no form of torture that Spike could dish out would compare. 

“I was?  Oh yeah, my air quote, love life.”  Buffy leaned her head on his shoulder, and sighed.  “Do I love Riley?  I don’t know what I feel right now.  I don’t love him anywhere near as much as I love you.  But he had treated me good.  He cares about me.” 

“That’s what I wanted for you”  Angel looked up at the ceiling, and closed his eyes.  “I didn’t make love to you to make things harder on you.  I’m sorry if I did.  That’s the last thing I’ve ever wanted.  I didn’t plan this, Buffy.  I hope you believe me.” 

“I know.  I do believe you.  I’m confused, is all.” 

Angel turned his attention back to their hands.  Their differences were very apparent, as his large, pale, cold hands holding her small, tan, warm hands.  They were in almost every sense of the words, as different as night and day.  “What ever you decide, I want you to know, I’ll live with it.  But even if you decide to stay with Riley, know that I’ll sill be there for you.  No matter what. I want you to do what’s right for you.” 

Buffy smiled.  “I know.  That’s one of the reasons why I love you so much.” 

“I do.  With all my heart and soul,” he declared. 

“Okay, let’s say that I chose you.  What then,” she asked. 

“We’ll work it out.  Take things one day at a time.  But I think we both would need some time to sort things out, both separately and together.”  Angel tightened his grip on her hand.  “If you want up to try, I’m not going to give you up easily.  I don’t think I can live without you anymore.”  Angel glanced over at the clock next to the bed.  “I promised Giles, I’d stop by tonight.  I don’t want you to worry about patrolling, okay,” he informed her.  He knew he didn’t want to leave the warmth of her embrace, but knew that one of them had to work.  “I’ll handle it.  You have enough on your mind right now, that you shouldn’t have to worry about patrol too.” 

Buffy pulled his hands up to her lips, kissing them.  “I’ve missed that.” 

“What,” Angel asked, confused. 

“Patrolling with you.  Knowing that you’re there to watch my back.” 

Angel pulled away from her, only to get a moan in response.  “I have to get ready.  It’ll be dark soon.” 

Buffy moved over to the edge of the bed and stood as well.  “Okay.  I’ll come with.” 

“You sure,” he asked.  He wanted her to be sure of her choices right now.  He knew he’d be devastated if years from now, she realized things had been a mistake. 

Buffy just smiled, pulling his head down to hers.  “I’m sure,” she answered back.  Kissing him on the lips, in a gentle soft kiss, she smiled.  “How about a shower first,” she asked as she pulled him toward the bathroom. 

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Part 9 

Buffy and Angel walked down the dark streets leading toward Giles’ apartment, hand in hand.  “Truthfully, I never even realized that it was that bad.  I thought that it was what they all wanted me to do.  So when we were at Giles’ last night.  I just sort’ve shut down.  I couldn’t believe, or couldn’t even imagine, that I could be that way.  I mean I know I was shallow back before I became the Slayer.  I thought that I was over it thought, you know.  I mean. . .”  Angel stopped in his tracks, causing Buffy to turn toward him.  “What?” 

Angel placed his hands on her shoulders.  “Take a deep breath, and calm down.”   Buffy did as he asked, then looked up at him and smiled.  “You are not selfish.  You are the least selfish person I know.  You care about others.  And besides, if you were as bad as you say you are, do you think you’d be feeling this way now?” 

“No, probably not.  It’s just. . .” she began. 

Angel cut off what she was going to say with a kiss.  Pulling away, he looked down at her.  “Didn’t you just tell me a few hours ago not to cut myself down?  I have a lot more years of practice at brooding than you do.   You are. . .You’re a better person than I am, Buffy.  You should never doubt that.” 

Buffy grabbed a hold of his hand once again, and continued to walk down the sidewalk.  “You’re a wonderful person too.  You’ve done a lot of good in resent years.  In fact I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.” 

Angel sighed, “I was told once that I was the real deal in the hero department.  I just don’t see it, I guess.  There are a lot of people who are a lot stronger than I am.  Don’t get me wrong, I want to make amends, and to help people.  But there are people who would do something, risk their lives on the spur of the moment.” 

“We both risk our lives for people.  Most of the time they’re people that we don’t even know.”  Buffy smiled.  “Real deal, huh?” 

“That’s what he said.  Of course, I don’t think he’s right.  I know I don’t feel like a hero, or an angel for that matter, which I’ve been called at times.”  Angel smirked, shaking his head.  “Oh well, people die, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.  Death is a part of life.  That’s the way things work.  We can’t save everyone.” 

Buffy tightened her grip on Angel’s hand.  She could almost feel the sadness flow through him.  These last couple of minutes, he had been acting strangely.  If she wasn’t confused before, she was now.  Turning to face him, she reached up to cup his chin.  “What’s wrong?  You mentioned something about Doyle yesterday.  What happened?” 

Angel closed his eyes, trying to shut out the wave of guilt and pain that had hit him.  “He’s dead.  He gave his life to save others.  He got his atonement.  End of story.” 

“Angel,” she began. 

Angel released her hand, moving away from her.  “Look, Buffy.  I don’t want to talk about it, alright.  Let’s just leave it alone.” 

“You’re hurting, Angel.  I can see that.  If you don’t talk about it, you can’t heal.”  Buffy moved toward him, but he had continued to stay out of her reach.  “Why can’t I help you?  Why won’t you let me in?” 

Angel just shook his head.  “This is something I have to deal with Buffy.  There has been a lot going on, and I have to deal with it.  You don’t need to be burdened with my problems too.” 

“Isn’t that what relationships are for?  Taking care of each other.  Helping each other through their problems.  Sharing?”  Buffy was getting angry with him for not being open with her.  What was so terrible that he wouldn’t want to share with her.  She only wanted to help him through his pain, just as he had done for her many times before. 

Angel looked past her, and swallowed.  “Buffy. . .” 

Both heard a noise off to the side, and turned to face the new comer.  “Riley,” Buffy said.  “What’s going on?  Is everything alright?”  She could tell that there was something different with him, she just didn’t know what.  It was a little strange.  What was he doing out there?  Shouldn’t he be with the Initiative?  “Were you following me,” she asked accusingly. 

“We need to talk, Buffy.  I want answers.  I deserve the truth,” he said as he walked up to the couple.  “What’s going on?” 

“What do you mean?”  Buffy looked at his hard gaze, and sighed.  “Angel and I were talking.  I’ve been trying to come up with some answers, so that I can decide what to do.”  Buffy walked up to Riley and tried to reach for his hand, but he pulled away. 

Riley moved away from her, heading over to Angel.  “What do you think you’re doing?  What have you done to her?  Is this some sick joke?”  Riley pushed Angel, causing him to move back a step.  “Tell me.  What have you done to Buffy,” he yelled. 

Angel turned his head, to look at Buffy.  “I’ll leave the two of you alone, and head to Giles’.  Don’t worry about patrolling, I’ll take care of it.” 

“You’re not leaving here until we cover something,” Riley stated. 

Angel ignored him and continued to talk to Buffy.  “The two of you need to talk somethings out.  So I’m just going to leave the two of you alone.” 

Buffy just nodded, knowing full well that Angel was giving her a way to try and clear up her confusion.  She loved Angel, but Riley was her chance at a normal life.  The very life that Angel had left her for.  She knew that she had cared a great deal for Riley, and that it could become something more.  She just didn’t want to give up her possible life with Angel either.  She was confused.  She hoped that talking to Riley would help her along.  She had already decided that she would be there for her friends, and not the Initiative.  But where would that leave her and Riley?  Would he still want her?  “See you soon,” she asked Angel. 

Angel just nodded, then tried to move away from the two.  “No,” Riley said.  “Not yet.  Not until I get my answers.” 

Angel looked at Riley, and shook his head.  Here was this young man that Buffy cared about, standing in his way.  If Riley wanted to cause a scene and fight, Angel wanted no part of it.  He didn’t want to hurt this guy.  Well not unless Riley forced him to.  “Look, kid, I have no fight with you.  If you want a chance at Buffy, and working things out, then you’re going to have to listen to her.  It’ll be better if I’m not here, trust me.”  Both Buffy and Angel knew that Angel was a very jealous type, and he didn’t want to be around to see the ‘show’.  Angel didn’t think he could see Buffy in the arms of another man without tearing the guys throat out.  He wouldn’t do it, however.  He knew that it would tear Buffy apart, and maybe drive her away from him.  That was the last thing that he wanted.  He wanted her to be happy, above all else. 

“Yeah, like I have a chance.  She sleeps with me, then the very next day she’s in bed with you.”  Riley whipped around to face Buffy.  “That’s how you treat your boyfriends.  I thought we had something Buffy, and this is how you repay me.  You sleep with a Vampire?!  What were you thinking?” 

Buffy couldn’t hear what he was saying.  How did he know that her and Angel had, as he put it, ‘slept together’.  Of course, he didn’t realize the extent of what the two felt for each other.  “You followed me?” 

“I wanted to talk to you.  I was hoping to try and talk to you.  I thought that we could talk about our fight, but when I arrived at that place what did I see?  I should’ve known.  I should’ve listened to Parker.  I can’t believe that I actually stood up for you.  You’re a slut, plain and simple.”  Riley didn’t see Angel’s angry glare.  All he could see was the pain on Buffy’s face.  “I can’t believe that you would betray everything that we believed in, by sleeping with the enemy.  You told me that Vampires were just demons.  What were you thinking?  Were you thinking?” 

Buffy glanced down at the ground beneath her, not believing what Riley was saying.  She was hurt, but she could feel the anger rising within her.  “Riley, Angel isn’t like that.  He’s different.” 

“Oh so you not only have been hiding Hostile 17 from me, but you were hiding this from me too.  How long have you been sleeping together behind my back, huh,” he asked.  Riley didn’t care what Buffy thought.  He was hurt, and he wanted to take it out on someone.  Buffy was the most likely person at that moment. 

“Riley, you don’t understand.  Angel and I have known each other a long time.  He’s not like other Vampires.  He’s different.  You wouldn’t understand,” she tried to explain. 

“I don’t want to hear it.  I trusted you, and this is how you repay me.  You use people for your own purposes, Buffy.  I just can’t believe that I slept with a whore like you.” 

Angel had had enough.  He reached over to Riley, turning him around to face him.  “Don’t you ever call her something like that again.  Don’t you see what you’re doing to her?” 

“Like you care.  You slept with her.  I hope she was good, cause that’ll be the last time you ever see her again,” Riley told Angel. 

“Don’t you even think about taking him in,” Buffy warned Riley.  She too had had enough.  Riley had stepped over the line, by threatening Angel. 

Riley just shook his head in disgust.  “You’re disgusting.  Both of you.”  Riley pulled back, and punched Angel in the face.  “I will make you pay.” 

Angel went down to one knee, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.  Angel knew that Riley wasn’t that strong, at least not strong enough to take him down, but Angel had been surprised.  That was a mistake that Angel would never make again.  He looked up at his ‘attacker’ and sighed.  “I don’t want to fight you.  I’m sure that if you just listen to what Buffy has to say, everything will be clear.” 

Riley glared once again at Angel.  “I know what I saw.”  Then he kicked Angel in the head, forcing the Vampire down to the ground. 

Angel sprang up, in full Vamp face.  He was ready for a fight.  “I tried to be nice, but you’re pushing the limit, kid.  I hate getting punched by some punk who feel that they have to prove something.  Does it make you feel better?  Cause I know I will when I beat the shit out of you.” 

Buffy walked up to Angel and Riley, standing in between the two.  The last thing she wanted was to see Riley die.  For one, she would have to try and explain to Riley’s friends what happened.  But most importantly, Angel didn’t deserve to feel guilt over someone like Riley.  She knew that if the two fought, Angel would win.  Most likely Riley would be dead.  There was no doubt in her mind.  Riley didn’t deserve to die, but Angel didn’t deserve to feel bad about doing it if he did.  She didn’t want Angel to feel any more pain.  He had been through enough already.  “Riley, why don’t you just walk away.  Get out of my life, and I’ll stay out of yours.  Trust me this isn’t worth dying for.” 

“Yeah, like he could beat me.  I’ve killed Vampires before, who’s to say that this time would be different.”  Riley reached behind his back and pulled out a stake. 

Riley launched forward, not caring that Buffy was in the way.  Angel noticed the stake making it’s way toward Buffy’s chest, and he pushed her out of the way.  No one noticed, Angel’s fist moving toward Riley’s jaw.  Before the stake could touch him, Angel’s fist connected, sending Riley back.  Riley landed in a group of trash cans that lined the side of the street.  Angel began to make his way over to Riley, wanting to finish the job that he had started.  No one would hurt his Buffy and get away with it.  “Let’s finish this,” Angel growled. 

Buffy was on her feet in an instant when she saw Riley fly into the air.  She quickly made her way toward Angel, blocking him from the semi-unconscious man.  “No,” she sternly told Angel.  Buffy turned to Riley, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes open.  “Riley, just leave it alone.  You leave Angel alone.  You leave my friends alone, and more importantly you leave me alone.  I don’t want to see you again.  I suggest that you take note.  Angel could’ve killed you tonight, but he isn’t.  Take what’s left of your life and stay the hell out of mine.  If I ever see you again,” she began but vaguely remembered that he was a TA.  ‘Guess I’ll have to drop that class,’ she thought.  ‘Oh well.’  Buffy kneeled down to Riley and shook her head.  “If I see you near anyone that I care about again, my friends, or anyone else, you’ll have to deal with me.  You already know that you can’t take me on.  So I suggest that you listen to what I’m telling you.  Leave me the hell alone, and stay the hell out of my life.” 

Buffy turned to Angel, and reached up to wipe the blood off from the corner of his mouth.  “You okay?”  Angel tried to turn away, but Buffy held him there.  She wasn’t going to let him turn away from her now.  “Oh no you don’t.  You’re not going to shut me out now.  You know I don’t care about this,” she stated waving to his face.  Angel closed his eyes, calming down, and changing back into his human form. 

Angel held out his hand, “let’s get to Giles’.”  Buffy placed her hand in Angel’s, and the two walked away from Riley. 

As the two walked, Buffy could feel the tension in the air.  She didn’t know what to say to him.  How could she tell him that she had slept with Riley a day before she had made love to him?  Buffy knew that what she had had with Riley was nothing compared to what her and Angel shared.  With Riley it was sex, plain and simple.  But with Angel it was soo much more.  They connected on some level.  Something that she couldn’t explain, but knew that she would never find it anywhere else, with any other man than him.  “Angel,” she began, feeling nervous.  “About what Riley said.” 

Angel shook his head.  “You don’t have to explain, Buffy.  I understand.  The two of you were dating, it’s a normal thing,” he answered despite the pain that he was feeling.  Angel had never liked the idea of Buffy in the arms of another man, but what he felt didn’t matter.  All that mattered was that Buffy was happy. 

“I don’t love him, Angel.  I love you.  If I could take it back I would.  I want you to know that,” she told him.  Her voice was breaking, she could feel herself breaking.  She had hurt him, something that she never thought she would do again.  She should’ve told him before.  Why didn’t she?  Buffy turned to face Angel, looking up into his eyes.  She could see the slight pain in his eyes, and it broke her heart.  “I’m sorry.  Can you ever forgive me?” 

Angel looked down at their hands, and sighed.  “There’s nothing to forgive, Buffy.  What happened with Riley doesn’t change the way I feel about you.  Nothing can do that.”  Angel brought Buffy’s hand up to his lips and lightly kissed it.  “You’re my reason for living, Buffy.  Nothing can ever change the way I feel about you.  Nothing.  I hope you know that.” 

“I do.  But I’m still sorry.  I never meant to hurt you,” she said through the tears that began to fall.  “I’m sorry.” 

Angel wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.  “Shhh.  There’s nothing to be sorry for.  Shhh.  It’s okay.  I love you.”  Angel just held her as she cried.  When he noticed that she was beginning to calm herself, he pulled away slightly to look down at her.  “Come on.  Giles will begin to wonder where we are.” 

Buffy just nodded, as the two continued toward Giles’ apartment.  They would talk more later, but now wasn’t the time.  Not in public, not in the middle of town.  This was something to be covered in privacy, not somewhere that anyone could hear.  Buffy had all intention of finishing what they had started.  Especially now that she had decided where she wanted to be, what she wanted.  What she wanted more than anything was Angel.  All she had to do now, was to prove it to him.  She hoped that he would accept. 

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Part 10 
  

Buffy and Angel had arrived at Giles’, so that she could tell them what she had decided.  Angel left to patrol, letting them work things out between themselves.  Unfortunately for him, Spike had decided to tag along.  The two quickly made their way toward one of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale.  “So did you shag her,” his childe asked. 

Angel just shook his head in disbelief.  “It’s none of your damn business what happens between Buffy and I.” 

Spike laughed, slightly.  “Well the way the two of you are making googly-eyes at one another, I’d have to say yes.  I’ve always wondered, what is Goldilocks like in bed?” 

Angel spun around, grabbing Spike by the lapels.  “Don’t you ever talk about her like that.  Do you hear me?  I will rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to you before you explode into dust.” 

Spike just stood there, looking into the face that was a couple of inches from his own.  “My, did I hit a nerve?”  Angel just glared at Spike, but the younger Vampire didn’t even flinch.  This had been their game for years.  “Hey, I’m all for you and the Slayer.  It makes me sick to see her with that little wimp.” 

“What do you care?  You never liked Buffy,” Angel hissed. 

Spike pushed Angel’s hands off of him, the straightened his jacket.  “So she’s worked her way into my life.  I care about that little girl, and her friends.  So I’ve gone soft.  In fact, I can’t believe that I’m saying this.  I’m turning into you.”  Spike turned and sat down on a tombstone nearby.  “I never thought this day would happen to me.  I’m bad,” he stressed.  “What am I doing with a bunch of goodie, goodies.” 

Angel wasn’t sure what to say to his childe.  A part of him was proud of him.  Spike was helping Buffy and the others out of the goodness of his unbeating heart, despite what was done to him. Spike could still do serious harm to the world if he chose to, but he didn’t.  Spike hadn’t been ‘cursed’ with his soul but he still helped.  Angel knew that if he was in the same position as Spike was, he wouldn’t be able to do it.  Angle sat down next to Spike and sighed.  “You’re a better man than I am, Spike.”  Angel glanced down at his hands, and sighed.  “I’m glad you’re watching out for them.  I can’t even begin to repay you.” 

Spike looked at his ‘Grand-Sire’ in awe.  Angel was actually saying that stuff to him.  “Alright, enough of the mushy stuff.  You just make sure that you don’t hurt her again.”  Spike caught the slightly amused look on Angel’s face.  “She’s pretty annoying when she’s depressed.  And frankly, you’re better for her than fish-boy.” 

“Come on,” Angel began, standing.  “Let’s go find us some demons to hunt.  I have entirely too much frustration built up.  People should know not to interrupt a fight.” 

Spike stood, rubbing his hands together.  “Couldn’t finish off Fish-boy, huh?”  Angel just shrugged.  “Was he still walking?”  Angel didn’t answer, just began to walk deeper into the cemetery.  “Can I watch,” he asked with an evil smile.  The two Vampires began to look for the fight they both wanted.  “It’s just like old times.  Bloody perfect.” 

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Part 11 

Angel and Spike had just finished their patrol.  They had stayed out until the pending sunrise forced them to stop.  They were both pleased that they had actually seen some action.  It was an easy fight, despite the fact that the demon had gotten a few good shots in.  It felt good to let loose, from both Vampires.  During the night, they had talked and Spike had even brought up the idea of him going to LA and working with Angel.  Angel however wasn't so sure about how that would work out, so they agreed to wait awhile before anything was decided. 

Angel walked into the mansion, with time to spare.  Making his way toward the first aid kit he had on the mantle, he noticed his beautiful angel asleep on the couch.  Hoping not to wake her, he grabbed the kit and sat down in the chair to fix his hand.  Buffy turned toward Angel, and just watched him carefully clean and wrap his hand.  "Have fun last night," she asked him. 

Angel looked up from his injured hand to glance at her smiling face.  "Hey, sleep well?"  He caught Buffy's glare, and he smiled.  "It was eventful," he answered her.  Angel finished with his hand then moved to sit by his beloved.  "How did things go with everyone?" 

"Good," she replied.  "I even went to talk to Riley and told him I was out of the Initiative.  Maybe someday we can be friends, but who knows.  It's up to him." 

Buffy positioned herself so that her head could rest on his shoulder.  Angel wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him.  "I've been wondering something," she said in a quiet voice. 

Angel laid his head on top of hers.  "What?" 

"What about us?  Can we make this work?"  Buffy turned slightly so that she was looking deep into his eyes.  "I just don't think I can live without you again." 

Angel took a much unneeded breath, and sighed.  "We'll work something out.  I mean you still have college, and I still have a business in LA.  It's not going to be easy." 

"No, I'm not even going to pretend that it would be.  I mean, I know, I don't want to lose you again.  Do you," she asked.  She had to admit that she was scared.  She didn't want to see what was going on between then go away.  All she wanted in her life was Angel. 

"I don't think I could live another day without you," he replied truthfully.  Angel turned so that he was facing Buffy, and took her hands in his.  "I told you that I would tell you about. . .that one thing we talked about yesterday. . .and I. . ." he tried to get out.  He wasn't sure quite how to tell her what had happened that day. 

"Oh," she said with a small smile.  "That thing that I don't remember." 

Angel glanced down at their hands, and nodded.  He closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts.  When he opened his eyes, he looked deep into her eyes.  "Do you trust me?" 

Buffy looked at him in shock.  "You know I do.  I trust you with my life, and soul.  Why do you ask?" 

"You're just going to have to trust me, when I tell you this, Buffy."  Angel licked his dry lips, hoping that she won't be angry with him.  "That day after Thanksgiving, when you came up to LA. . .what you remember. . .well let's just say that wasn't the way it happened the first time." 

Buffy was confused.  "The first time?"  Buffy shook her head in disbelief.  "What are you talking about?" 

Angel looked back down at their hands, not wanting to see the hurt he knew was going to be there.  He had no doubt that she would be angry with him, especially since once again he made a decision that greatly effected her life.  "The first time, the Mohra demon got away.  We went to try and hunt it down.  You went up into the sunlight, and I ran into it.  We fought and some of his blood mixed with mine. I was human," he quietly said, giving a quick glance back up at Buffy.  When he saw the shocked look on her face he turned his attention back to their hands.  "We. . .we were together, then Doyle had a vision that the demon had regenerated itself.  I let you sleep, as I went to fight it." 

Angel sighed, closing his eyes.  "You found out, and came to fight the demon.  Since I was human, there was nothing I could do to help.  I went to see the Oracles, and asked them to change me back." 

"Why," Buffy asked in a small voice. 

"Because I realized just how much I loved you.  If I was human, I would've been a liability to you.  The Oracles said that one of would die.  I couldn't live with that, especially since I knew I could protect you better as what I am. . .now.  I'm sorry."  Angel took a deep breath.  "They told me that they would turn back the day, but I would be the only one who would remember.  They gave me a chance to stop Mohra before his blood could mix with mine." 

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

Angel tried to stand, but Buffy stopped him.  "I don't know.  I guess, I didn't want to hurt you.  I figured that if you know then it would. . .I don't know.  There was nothing we could do to change the fact that it didn't happen, but did. . . Anyway, I figured it was my punishment for taking it away from you.  I'm sorry.  I didn't know what else to say." 

Buffy placed her hand under his chin, raising his face to hers.  "You gave up your chance at being human for me?"  Angel's eyes focused on a spot over her shoulder.  "And you've lived with this, knowing no one else would remember."  Buffy moved her head so that she was looking him in the eyes.  "No one has ever done anything. . .I mean, that's they sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me."  Buffy smiled, then leaned in to give him a small kiss on the lips.  "So what did we do exactly?  What was it like?" 

Angel gave her a small smile. "It was incredible."  Angel looked deep into her eyes, and grinned.  "I remember that you were standing in the sunlight, on the beach.  You were so beautiful," he said, as he brushed a piece of hair out of her face. 

"Then what," she asked him.  Buffy hadn't told him, but she had been having dreams about him being human since that day.  Her heart swelled as she realized that her dreams really happened.  She really wanted to try everything all over again.  She remembered the table, hearing his heart beat, and the ice cream. 

Angel pulled her into his arms, and lowered his head to hers.  "This," he whispered as their lips met. 

Slowly they pulled away from each other. Angel leaned back against the couch and held her to his chest.  "I remember," she quietly told him. 

Angel lowered his gaze to her.  "What?"  Angel was confused, she wasn't supposed to remember. 

Buffy raised her head off of his chest, and smiled.  "I remember.  Well at least most of it.  I've been having these dreams, and I guess now I know for sure.  I told you I wouldn't forget."  Buffy curled closer into his embrace.  "I love you." 

Angel smiled, shaking his head.  "You're not mad?" 

"Nope."  Buffy began to feel her eyelids become heavy.  "Mmmm this is nice.  I like just being in your arms.  Safe, secure." 

Angel could tell that she was fighting sleep, just as he was.  They were comfortable.  Since neither one of them had gotten much sleep in the past couple of days, they decided to give in.  "I love you," Angel told her as he closed his eyes. 

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Part 12 

"So what's going to happen now?" 

Buffy glanced down at her hand, that once again had her claddagh ring, on her finger.  "Well we'll see each other on the weekends, and holidays.  And of course we'll talk to each other on the phone." 

Willow sat on her bed, and sighed.  "I have to ask, only because I'm your friend and I care.  Are you sure about this?  I don't want you to get hurt again," Willow informed her friend.  Deep inside she was happy, but she felt she wouldn't be a friend if she didn't state her concerns. 

"Oh, we both know it's not going to be easy.  And we both still need time apart to grow.  But we're willing to try."  Buffy said with a smile.  "We worked out a lot of things while he was here, but we still have more to talk about.  If it's meant to be, then it will.  All I know is, I can't live without him in my life, in one way or another.  No one ever said love was easy, I guess."  Buffy smiled up at her friend.  "We've been through so much together.  We feel as if it's our time to take fate in our own hands."  Buffy reached toward a picture she had on her dresser.  It was a picture of her and Angel at the Prom.  Smiling she traced her hand across it, subconsciously twirling the ring on her finger.  "God, Will, I love him so much." 

Willow moved over to Buffy's bed and sat down next to her friend.  "Then I'm happy for you.  You deserve to be happy." 

"Thanks."  Buffy looked up at Willow remembering that they were going to meet up with Xander at the Bronze.  Placing the picture back down on the dresser, she stood.  "Ready?"  Willow stood, grabbing her purse.  Before they could reach the door however, the phone rang.  Buffy went over to pick it up, telling Willow to wait a minute.  "Hello?. . .Well actually Willow and I are going out. . .Yep. . .I miss you too. . .Okay. . .I will. . .I'll see you soon. . .I love you too. . .Bye." 

Buffy gently placed the phone back down, then turned back to her friend.  Willow smiled, knowing who was on the phone, but decided to play it dumb.  "So," she began.  "Who was that?" 

Buffy grabbed her purse, moving toward the door.  "Angel," she said, as her eyes glowed with happiness.  Willow enjoyed seeing her friend so happy.  It had been too long.  The old Buffy was back.  Willow only hoped that it would last.  Granted she had a very positive feeling that things were now going to be alright.  Buffy opened the door.  "Let's go.  Xander's waiting."  As Willow stepped out of the room and closed the door, Buffy smiled.  "Oh, yeah.  Angel says hi." 

Willow tried not to laugh.  'Yep, everything is finally right in the world.' 

The End?