She pushed the iron gate to the old church open further and stepped
inside. She furrowed her brow and stood at the entrance. The tingle at
the base of her spine was still there but it was different somehow. She
couldn't explain it. She opened the heavy door and stepped inside the
beautiful, old, Italian church. It was an odd place to meet.
was there, just as he promised he'd be, kneeling in front of the altar.
There was a vast array of candles lit before him. He was whispering the
"Hail Mary" over and over again. She covered her mouth with her hand,
afraid to break the silence of the moment with her gasp. Tears flooded
her eyes and threatened to spill over. He was so beautiful. The
indirect light from the stained glass spilled over him, casting shades
of red, blue, yellow and green over his pale skin, his dark hair.
felt her and stood, turning toward her. A lazy, half smile spread over
his face. She stood, unable to move. It was her smile, the one Willow
had always called Buffyface. She had been convinced she'd never see him
again, not after the letter she received, the letter containing his
Claddagh ring. He had expected to die and he had wanted her to have the
ring. His phone call two days ago had come as a surprise, a wonderful
sort of surprise.
seemed to take him a long time to walk to her. When he finally reached
her, she just stared, unwilling to touch him. She'd had too many dreams
that went just like this. He always disappeared the moment before her
skin actually came in contact with his.
dipped his hand in the basin of water beside of her. She looked at him
confused. He reached out and enclosed her cross in his hand.
"Angel what-"She asked and then searched his eyes with her own.
looked at his hand, closed around the silver cross, in amazement. "It
doesn't burn. It's just a necklace," he said.
started, afraid to voice it. It might make it not true. She laid her
hand on his chest and the tears she'd been struggling against since
seeing him flowed free.
God, oh God, oh God," she whispered and laid her head against his
chest. She had to hear it. It wouldn't be real if she didn't hear it.
After a moment she smiled.
"That's a good sound," she whispered.
"It feels pretty good too," he said.
"When? How?" She asked.
the battle, all the demons were dead. I slayed the dragon and then it
hurt so much. I didn't think it would hurt. When Mohra-it didn't-I
didn't think it would hurt-"
"It was worth it though," she said.
"It was worth it though," he said at the same time.
They smiled at each other.
"Buffy, if your not done ba-"
placed her fingers over his mouth. "Shhh, it was bad analogy. I've been
waiting for this since the day I was born."
"Hush, I'm ready." She said and took his hand, leading him out into the light.