Yours to Keep

Yours to Keep

Spike watched from the shadows as Buffy and Angel stood facing each other awkwardly beneath her porch light.

Then Buffy stepped forward and embraced Angel, for a moment they held each other tightly.  Then they stepped apart.  Angel touched Buffy's chin, tilting her face up that their eyes met.

"Buffy, I just want to be sure you know how precious our past is to me," he said softly.

"I know," Buffy replied.  "I feel the same, but we need to live in the present don't we?"

Angel nodded.  "If you ever need help…"

"I'll call.  You'll do the same right?" Buffy asked.

"Always," Angel stepped back, down the steps.  "Goodbye Buffy."

"Goodbye."

Spike waited until Angel's car disappeared around the corner then stepped out of the shadows.  I'm sorry Buffy," he said.  I really thought he'd stay."

"Don't be, it was mutual," Buffy said.  "You gave me the chance to say goodbye.  We never did that before, maybe it was time."

Angel knocked on the door then waited until Fred opened it.  She stared up at him hope blossoming in her eyes.

"I'm ready to come home now," Angel said hesitantly.  "If you'll have me."

"You came back," Fred squealed happily wrapping her arms around Angel's neck and burying her face against his neck.

Angel sighed with relief.  "I came home," he said.  "To you."