Disclaimer: I don't any of the BtVS characters. They belong to Joss Whedon.
Notes: Sorry about this sappy angsty fic. But I was listening to "Full of Grace" when I started writing this and it made me think of the last minutes of Becoming.

I am about to strike him down with the sword, when a yellow light goes through him. Curiously, I hold back down my swing, waiting to see what will happen.

He shakes his head to clear it, then he focuses on me. He stares at me a moment as tears roll down his cheeks. "Buffy?" he whispers hopefully. "What's going on?" He shakes his head again, then says, "Where are we? I don't remember." I can barely hope to hope. "Angel?" I breathe.

"You're hurt." He says, concerned. He reaches out to touch my shoulder, where a small wound is bleeding slightly from where he nicked me with the sword a few moments.

I finally lower the sword. "Oh, God, Buffy. I feel like I haven't seen you in months. God, everything's so muddled. Oh, Buffy I. . ." He trails off as I hug and kiss him desperately. But behind us, the vortex opens and I know that time is fleeting. I start to cry, and he pulls away to ask me, "What's happening?"

"Shh... Don't worry about it." I say reasurredly, barely fighting back tears. "I love you."

"I love you." He replies.

"Close your eyes." I say shakily and he looks at me questionably. I nod once and he complies. I step back and stab him through the stomach with the sword. He whips open his eyes, and stares at me in shock. "Buffy?" he gasps. "Why?"

And then the portal begins to suck him away, and I know what I must do. Running forward, I grasp his hand tightly. The vortex sucks us both into Hell and I can only sigh in contentment. At least I will be with my Angel.

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