Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: I forget to put this as well, just know there are no spoilers.
Authors Notes: Takes place directly after Pigeons and Crumbs. Thanks, as always to Heather. Also, thanks so much to April, Sara-Lee, Jess, and Kaysia for the wonderful feedback.

Buffy pried on eye open to glance at the clock, whose bright red numbers told her it was almost noon. Since they hadn't gotten to sleep until nearly dawn, they both appreciated the long sleep.

Buffy gently turned around in Angel's arms to face him.

She traced the outlines of his face with her finger, starting at his eyebrows and making her way to his lips.

She placed a soft kiss on his mouth and even in his sleep he responded, deepening the kiss.

As they pulled apart, Buffy opened her eyes to see chocolate ones staring at her.

"Morning," he said.

"Actually, m'dear, that would be afternoon," she told him with a smile.

"Oh well," was his retort, "can we just stay here all day," he asked, tightening his arms around her, turning them, so he lay on his back and she, curled up next to him.

"Ok with me," Buffy responded, laying her head on his chest, listening to his heart.

"The first two, to two and a half years here, I screwed myself up, many, many times. These last few, I have spent trying to rectify myself," Angel said quietly.

"Wow, those were some years," she said gently, much as he had done with her, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah," taking a deep breath, he plunged into the story, as quickly as he could, "Everything was fine at first. I moved to get away. I helped some people along the way. Found Cordelia, we, ok, she decided that we should start an Agency. I went along with it, because, honestly I just didn't see the point it arguing with her. Things picked up. Then Doyle died. That was so hard on Cordy. After that, Wesley just showed up. The three of us worked together, it was as good as it could be. Cordelia got a vision, we went out."

"Wait, what visions?" Buffy questioned.

"Premonitions. Doyle had them, but when he died, somehow he passed them on to Cordelia. She was aptly pissed for a while," Angel said, laughing at the memory of her kissing everyone in sight to try and rid herself of the 'curse,' "eventually she realized that it was a part of Doyle that she had. Then there was the scroll. The scroll that told me what I wanted to hear more than anything. It said I was to become human, to shanshu."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"We weren't exactly on the best of terms, Buffy," Angel said, grimacing slightly.

"Yeah, I know," she pouted a little, "but I would have still liked to have known."

"You may change your mind after I tell you about the dreaded year. So there we were, living, or in my case, un-living, large then, I should have known it would never last," just as Buffy had when recall the past events, Angel drifted away.

"Darla came back."

Buffy nearly shouted, "She did what?!"

"She came back. This law, and I use the term loosely, firm found this spell to bring her back. She was human. I resented the hell out of her for that. She had what I wanted. But it didn't matter because she still didn't have a soul. That didn't matter to me, either. I still tried to help her."

"Ever the noble one," Buffy commented more to herself than anything else.

Angel continued, "She was going to die. She wanted me to change her, to turn her back. I wouldn't do it. I couldn't do it. So they found someone who would."

Buffy groaned, "Don't tell me."

"Drusilla."

She sighed.

"She had no problems turning her. At some point I decided it wasn't worth it. The more I fought the more evil came. The harder I tried, the more walls I ran into. It was just too hard. I basically gave up. I stopped trying. I've never been strong enough to fight. Never like you were. I just couldn't do it," Angel's voice was full of remorse.

"I did some things I shouldn't have done. I did a lot of things I shouldn't have done. I don't think I will ever stop regretting those things. The people I hurt. Not physically, like Angelus, but emotionally. These people trusted me. They expected me to battle the forces of evil. I let them down.

"We eventually killed them both. After they turned Lindsey and tried to come after Wesley and Cordy."

"I knew that. Spike came to me one night, just crying, he said 'she's dead,' he just kept repeating it over and over. I finally managed to get him to tell me who. He said, 'Dru's dead. Peaches killed her,' for a while he was pissed as hell at you. But eventually he came to realize that it was for the best," Buffy told him.

"It was," was all Angel said before continuing, "Oddly enough it was Cordelia that finally snapped me out of it. She more or less kicked my butt. She made me realize that we aren't fighting to the end. We are fighting to keep it balanced. We aren't supposed to win. We are to make sure the world is safe for people to go about their lives in ignorance. They aren't to know what haunts the shadows, what only comes out at night."

"Remind me to thank her," Buffy told him.

Angel kissed the top of her head, "But now I'm here with you and I couldn't be happier. That's in the past."

She was more than a little shocked at the words that came out of his mouth. Angel was never one to let things rest in the past, he dwelled. But Buffy wasn't going to complain, this meant he would fight her every step.

The two fell into a comfortable silence. Just enjoying being in each others arms, trying to process all the events of the last few days.

"Angel?"

"Yes, Love"

"Do you wish that it would have been different?"

"What?"

"Everything. Do you wish you had never become a vampire? That we made love and consequently you lost your soul? Do you regret any of it?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. Because everything I went through, I would go through again if it would bring me to this place right here. This is all I ever wanted. I don't regret becoming a vampire and I don't regret making love to you, never."

Buffy's eyes welled up with tears, Angel reached up to wipe off a lone tear that had fallen onto her cheek.

"Do you have any regrets?"

"No."

He smiled gently, "No?"

"None at all."

"I love you," she told him.

"I love you, more than anything in this world."

Buffy grinned, "Showoff," before placing a kiss on his lips.

As they became more passionate, hands began roaming, exploring the body of the other.

Buffy quickly broke away, getting up from the bed, leaving a very confused Angel.

"What-What are we doing?"

Angel grinned, "Well,"

Buffy blushed wildly, "You know what I mean. Where is this leading? Are you going to decide that we don't need to be together again? Are you going to leave me again," she started to cry, "are you going to stop loving me again?" she asked softly.

Angel shot out of the bed, to make it to her in two strides, he got down on his knees, forcing her to look at him, "Baby, I never stopped loving you. I will never, ever leave you. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he told her before wrapping his arms around her, burying his head in her stomach.

Buffy allowed the tears to fall; she had waited for so long to be with him again. But she had such reservations about letting herself be completely with him once more, she knew that she wouldn't have the power to go through all of that again. She wouldn't be with out her soul any more.

She tangled her hands in his hair, gently bending his head up to look at her. Buffy bent down to place a kiss on his forehead, on his eyes, she tasted his own salty tears. She placed her lips on his, in a seal of love.

In that moment, they knew everything they went through was worth it to get to that place. They knew their lives would never be the same, but they would be together.

Angel stood, picked Buffy up and moved back to the bed.

The couple joined as one just the same as they had five years ago, with the same unconditional love, the same gentleness. The same feeling of forever, but this time, it was without the guilt, without the pain, only love.

***

Buffy woke for the second time to find a pair of chocolate eyes staring back at her.

"Hey," Angel said softly.

"Hi," she responded before kissing him.

"Ahhh," she said breaking apart from him and making mad dash to the bathroom.

Minutes later, Buffy returned.

"Sorry, nature called, loudly," she informed him laughing, crawling back in bed.

"Baby," Angel began.

"Hm?" she asked, distracted by Angel's roaming hands, which promptly stopped as they began talking.

"Are you-do you plan on," taking a deep breath, Angel started again, "Are you going back to Sunnydale?"

Buffy regarded him seriously, "Do you want me to?"

"No."

"Good, because I hadn't planned on it. I have more clothes in my car. I will have to go back to check on my mom, of course. But we decided that it was ok if I left," Buffy stopped, "Imagine that. Someone making a decision with me, that hasn't happened in forever," she said teasingly.

Angel choose to ignore her, knowing full well that she was only joking, "You were awfully confident, weren't you," he said with a laugh.

"Yes. I knew you couldn't resist my charms," she told him, "but in all honesty I came looking for a job. I just get you as a bonus," she quipped.

"Yes you do," he mumbled before moving in to kiss her.

Just as they began to get passionate once more, a bellowing British voice interrupted them, "BUFFY!" Followed by a chorus of, "SHUT UP."

They groaned, knowing whom it was and realizing that if they didn't get downstairs soon, he would come up.

In two minutes flat, both had dressed in sweat pants, Angel with no shirt, and Buffy in a tank top.

They had equally bad bed hair, although Buffy tried to comb hers out with her fingers, but to no avail, as they walked down the stairs, hand in hand. Just as they reached the bottom, the heard Cordelia, "Spike, she's not here. Why would Buffy be here? And what's it matter to you anyway?"

"So if she's not here why is her car out front?" Spike asked with a smirk.

Cordelia snorted, "They actually let Buffy have a drivers license?"

"Hey, Hey, I will have you know that I am a very good driver," Buffy said smugly as they reached the bottom of the stairs, having made it to the main room unnoticed.

"Well, Luv, you are here," Spike said, shooting a look of 'I told you so' at Cordelia, who rolled her eyes.

"Yes, did you really have any doubt?" she questioned, grabbing Angels arms to wrap around her.

"Ugh, must we have the PDA's?" Cordelia groaned, "Nice hair."

Buffy and Angel laughed, while Buffy further attempted to comb her hair down.

Buffy noticed Willow standing behind Spike, "Willow, Hi," she said.

The redhead moved from behind the British vampire, and brought along with her a timid blond.

"Hey Buffy, Hey Angel."

Angel smiled at her, "hey."

"Hey Tara."

Tara gave Buffy a small smile, "Hi."

"Baby, this is Tara. Tara, this is Angel," Buffy made the introductions, "uh, did you meet everyone else?"

Angel gave Tara a small wave, "Hi."

She regarded him warily, but after she snuck a peek at his aura, she decided that he was, indeed, worthy off all the gifts given to him, she grinned, "Hey," she said before continuing, "No, Spike wouldn't shut up long enough."

"That sounds like Spike," Buffy commented, which received a 'Hey!' from Spike and a laugh from Angel.

"Ok, well, Cordelia, Wesley and guy I don't know but assume is Gunn, this is Tara," Buffy started, then, pointing at Cordelia, "That's Cordelia, the one next to her is Wesley, who used to be a watcher, but got fired like Giles. Hi Wesley how are you?" she asked with a smile.

Wesley shot her a withering look before smiling, "Very well as I suppose you are," he stated, nodding his head at Angel who had his chin resting atop Buffy's head.

"Very astute observation. And the guy behind Cordelia, I still do not know but would still assume is Gunn."

"Oh, I guess that's my cue, huh?" Angel asked.

"Yes peaches. If you would get the luvy duvy look off your face for a minute you may take notice of other people in the room, aside from your Slayer," Spike retorted from the recliner.

"Spike," Buffy warned.

"What?" he asked, giving her an innocent look.

"Yes, that's Gunn," Angel said, changing the subject, "Gunn, this," looking down at Buffy, "is Buffy."

"Yeah, that much I gathered, but what's a Slayer?" Gunn asked, confused.

Buffy laughed, "In every generation there is a chosen one, she alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness, she is the Slayer. And I got the job," she said shrugging.

"Oh. I see. So you're like a super chick," Gunn said with a grin, "cool."

"Yeah, sometimes. Ok, I need some caffeine," Buffy said, detangling herself from Angels arms to sit on the couch.

Cordelia piped up, "I'll make some."

Which prompted a chorus of "I'll do it," from Angel, Wesley, and Gunn.

Everyone laughed, as they moved to the living room and Angel went to make the coffee.

"So Willow, what brings you down here?" Buffy asked her friend.

"Well, first thing is, that if we wouldn't have come, Spike would have, by himself, and that would have just been bad. And the second is that, we come in search of employment," Willow informed her.

"Damn right I would have come down here by myself. When people just leave with no warning, it makes their friends worry about them," Spike said, staring pointedly at Buffy.

She threw up her hands, "I know, I know. I should have told you, but it was sort of spur of the moment. Mom and Giles, and even you, for that matter, knew that I was thinking of getting a job here. And I just decided to come."

Spike pouted, "You still should have told me."

"Oh, Spike," Buffy said dramatically as she got up to sit in his lap, "I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

Spike made a point of looking the other direction, "I will have to think about it."

Buffy placed a kiss on his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "I will let you go hunting tonight. I will not make anyone go with you, or I will not go with you."

"Well, since you put it that way," he said chuckling, as Angel walked in the room.

"Hey, what's going on here," he asked with a twinkle in his eyes. He knew that Buffy loved only him and that Spike was in no way a threat. He realized that they were friends and that Spike helped Buffy when he couldn't.

Spike knew this was the perfect opportunity to tease Angel, though he had been quite furious at his sire for killing his lover, he realized that it was something that had to be done, and given the right circumstances, mainly those involving Buffy, he probably would have done the same.

Wrapping his arms around Buffy, he looked at Angel, "Well, me and the Slayer here are making nice," Spike smirked, "Wanna play?"

Angel took a moment to 'consider' Spikes offer.

Buffy, knowing the two were only joking, took the opportunity to join in, "Yeah, Baby, it would be fun."

Angel got a look of slight horror on his face at the thought of sharing Buffy with anyone else. He saw green when he thought of the fact that she was with Riley, so to have her with someone else, in front of him was too much, even if it was with Spike, who he, surprisingly trusted very much.

"Sorry, Spike, but I just got her back, I'm not letting her go quite that easily," Angel said, while picking Buffy from Spikes lap.

"Aw, peaches. Now I suppose I will just have to find someone else," he had long since lost all romantic feelings for Buffy, now thinking of her only as a great friend. He was happy for her. The minute he saw her, he knew that she had been happier in the last forty-eight hours than she had been in the last five years. That gave him more happiness that he thought was allowed.

"Sorry, Spike," Buffy replied, before turning her attentions to Angel, "I love you."

"Love you," Angel murmured before kissing her passionately.

"AHEM," Cordelia cleared her throat loudly.

Buffy and Angel had the good graces to look slightly embarrassed, as they sat down.

Everyone else laughed.

"So Angel, now that your human, what are you going to do.For work I mean," Willow asked.

"Yeah, am I going to be out of a job?" Cordelia questioned.

Angel shook his head, "No. I was going to keep the agency open. Either get my license, or just keep it like it is. I hadn't really decided."

"I think you should do something art-y," Buffy said from her perch on his lap.

"Like what?"

"I don't know," she said laughing.

"You're a lot of help," he said with a grin.

"M-Maybe you should get your license and still work in the supernatural," Tara said quietly.

"That would be good, then you could still help, just legally," Cordelia supplied.

"Thanks, Cor," Angel stated, dryly, which receive a laugh from Cordelia.

"No problem."

"Can you just go randomly get your detective's license?" Buffy asked, to no one in particular.

"I don't know," Angel told her.

"So is that coffee ready?" Willow asked suddenly.

"Yeah, it should be," Angel said.

"I'm going to go get some, anyone want a cup?" Buffy questioned, getting out of Angels lap.

She was faced with a chorus of "I do's."

Cordelia and Willow stood up, offering to help her, and both sensing a chance to get all of the good information on Buffy and Angel.

Tara, not wanting to be left alone, chose to go along as well.

"Ok, now, spill," Cordelia stated as soon as they walked into the kitchen.

Buffy quickly walked to the cabinet, "Spill what?" she asked innocently.

"Buffy, you know very well what. You just up and left Sunnydale and came here. Then we get here and find you with that stupid grin on your face," Willow pressed, with a smile.

"And the two of you can't keep your hands off each other," Tara joined in the teasing.

"Well, if you must know-" Buffy started.

"And we must," Cordelia interrupted.

"It just seemed natural," Buffy began again, letting herself slip back two days ago when she and Angel were reunited again, "Everything was just so natural," she repeated

"We went stood on the roof and watched the sun rise, then we went to the beach. It was great," Buffy said smiling.

The other three girls had dreamy looks on their faces when Buffy looked at her friends.

She began to fix the coffee and attempted to change the subject, "So, Cordy, what's going on between you and Gunn?" Buffy asked, having noticed the closeness between the two.

"Nothing," Cordelia answered quickly, looking down.

They laughed at her shyness, "Oh come on, there is something there."

"Yeah. There is," Cordelia said, grinning.

"Well, we better take these out there before, well, we gotta go," Willow said quickly, before the conversation could turn to her and Tara.

"Buffy, I'm really glad you came. I was worried about him," Cordelia told her after Willow and Tara left.

"I know. He really needs you. He told me how you helped him when he, how did he tell me? When he gave up. I appreciate it, and I know he does. He may not ever tell you, but he couldn't have done it without you," Buffy told her sincerely.

"I know. That's what friends are for. You weren't here. I stopped thinking it was your fault along time ago. It wasn't anyone's fault. It was just something that had to be done. I just don't think about it now," Cordelia informed her before exiting the kitchen, leaving Buffy to reflect on how much Cordelia had changed since High School, really, how much they all had.

Walking back into the living room, Buffy handed Angel his mug before sitting down next to him.

"So Gunn, do you live here?" She asked, just to be making conversation, and also to make Cordelia squirm.

"No, I live with Cordelia."

Buffy grinned widely, "Oh yeah, there's something there," she said sarcastically to Cordelia.

"I told you," she said defensively, as she leaned onto Gunn.

"Well, as fun as this is, its getting dark. I have things to do, people to eat," Spike said, standing up.

"Spike, do not make me stake you," Buffy told him absentmindedly, It was part of routine for them. She knew that he wouldn't kill anyone, and he knew that she wouldn't stake him. They had come up with an unspoken agreement a long time ago, she let him feed from humans and he didn't kill them.

"Now, luv, you couldn't stake me," he told her as he walked out the door.

Buffy shrugged, "He's right."

Gunn, Cordelia, and Wesley all looked on the scene in confusion, not knowing why Buffy wouldn't kill Spike, or even more importantly the strange relationship the two had. The three all looked at each other with questions on their faces, they through silent accord figured that if Angel didn't have any problem with it, then they didn't. They would get answers later.

They had all seen him go through one of the roughest periods in his life and seen him crawl his way out of it. After many months of distrust and arguing, all four came out of it, full of battle scars, but with a renewed sense of respect, and love with one another.

"Yes, well, I should be going as well," Wesley stood up.

"Oh, you don't have to go," Buffy said, snuggling further into Angel's arms.

"Yes, I have pressing maters that must be attended to," he said, "Angel, let me know what you decide about the Agency. Buffy, Willow, good to see you. Tara, pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Yours too," Tara responded.

"Bye Wes," Angel told him, as the others did the same.

"Did I offend him?" Buffy asked Angel.

It was Cordelia who answered, "No. He is weird sometimes, still. You think he would get over that, but he hasn't."

"Oh."

"But we should be going too," She told Gunn, grabbing his hand, pulling him to his feet.

"We'll be back tomorrow," Cordelia stated as they walked out the door.

The two remaining couples sat in silence for a while before Angel spoke, "So, Willow, where are you planning on getting a job?"

"Where ever," Willow responded with a grin, "Sunnydale is not exactly a great job market. But I have a degree in Computer Science, so something computer-ish."

"Makes sense," he said.

"Where are you guys staying?" Buffy asked.

"We don't know, didn't get a chance to plan it out, Spike being a little impatient and all," Tara told her.

"Why don't you just stay here?" Angel asked.

"We, We wouldn't want to impose," Willow said.

"It's not like there isn't plenty of room. I'm the only one," he began, before being interrupted by Buffy.

"WE."

"Oh, excuse me, baby, WE are the only ones that live here, there are plenty more rooms."

"Well, if it's not too much trouble," Willow said, looking questionably at Tara, who nodded.

"None in the least. You are welcome to stay as long as you need and when you get a job you are you more than welcome to live here."

"Really," Willow asked, happily.

"Yeah."

"Cool," Buffy said.

Again, they sat in silence, this time, broken by Angel's stomach growling, and the other's laughing.

"Hungry, baby?" Buffy asked

Angel shot her a contemptuous look, "Yeah, someone kept me busy all day and night, I didn't get a chance to eat," he told her teasingly.

"Well, fine. I will sleep in one of those unoccupied rooms tonight," she told him huffily, which was negated by the grin that she was trying to suppress.

"Oh no you don't," he said before capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left them both grasping for air, "Now, what was that about sleeping somewhere else?"

"Someone was talking," she asked, making Angel laugh, "that's what I thought," he said.

"So, yeah, food," Willow said, alerting the couple to the fact that there were other people in the room.

"Oh, right. Do you want to go out or should I cook," Angel asked.

"You cook?" Buffy asked surprised.

"Don't be so shocked, and I can only cook breakfast foods," he told her.

"Ok, so dining out it is," she said, laughing.

Buffy stood, "I have to go get my stuff out of the car. You guys decide where to go."

Minutes later, Buffy returned carrying two large duffle bags and another smaller bag;.

"Jeez, baby," Angel said, grabbing a bag.

"What? There are more out in the car," she told him, putting her bags next to the stairs.

"You were serious when you said you had planned on moving in."

"Of course. But I had to move here anyway," she said, placing a kiss on his cheek as she walked by him.

"We need to get our stuff, too," Willow stated, joining Buffy.

Returning a second time, with several more, smaller bags, she announced that she was finished.

"I was starting to wonder if you had brought your entire house," Angel teased.

"Shush," she told him, chuckling, "besides, it wouldn't all fit in the jeep."

"Ok, so where are we eating?" Buffy asked when Willow and Tara returned.

"At some fancy place that I can't pronounce the name of," Willow informed her.

Angel laughed, "Its French."

"Oh, ok. Well, I'm going to get ready," Buffy said.

"In that case, I should push the reservations back a few hours," Angel joked.

"Ha, Ha, you are pushing your luck mister," Buffy told him, walking up the stairs.

Forty-five minutes later, the three girls sat in the living room waiting on Angel.

"And he said that I was going to take too long," Buffy commented.

"Well I had to wait until you got through, didn't I," he asked walking into the room.

"Yeah, well," she said, grinning as they walked out the door hand in hand, with Willow and Tara behind them, laughing at their antics.

****

"Ugh, I don't think I can ever eat again," Willow said walking into Angel's house, 'or would it be Angel's hotel. And now since we are living here, would it be our house, or hotel.'

"I agree," Tara said, breaking Willow out of her thoughts.

"Make that three," Buffy replied, raising her hand.

"Anyone want dessert?" Angel asked with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, not all of us have been living off liquid products for the last two hundred years," Buffy told her love, snuggling up to him on the couch.

"That's beside the point," he informed her.

"Oh really?" she questioned.

"Yes," Angel stated.

"If you say so."

"I do."

"Angel, thanks for the dinner," Tara interrupted their banter.

"Anytime, but tomorrow I am going to cook," he told her.

"I guess that means we have to get up in time for breakfast, huh," Willow teased.

Angel pondered the thought, "We can have breakfast in the afternoon, right?" he asked, having planned to spend the whole day in bed with Buffy, who had the same idea, "Yeah, that's allowed."

"What's allowed?" a British voice asked from the door.

"Hey Spike, have fun?" Buffy asked her friend.

"Loads. Did you know the people in LA are more willing to let some random, very attractive, man eat them," he questioned Angel, "no, of course not, why would you," he kidded his sire.

"Spike, you've never been to LA," Willow inquired.

"Yeah. But not recently, it's been," he paused to think, "Six years, and then I wasn't here for pleasure."

"I know," Angel said wincing at the memory.

"But not before then, no," Spike continued, ignoring Angel, or rather, choosing not to re-hash the story for fear that Buffy would injure him, or at the very least glare at him for a while.

Suddenly Buffy yawned, "Ah nink m oin ed," she said.

Everyone in the room burst out laughing, "Come again?" Spike asked, as he was the only one not having to catch his breath.

"I said, that I think I am going to bed," Buffy informed them.

"Yeah, us, too. We have to get up early in the morning," glancing at her watch, Willow changed her words, "later today, and look for work."

"Night everyone," both Willow and Tara said, before leaving the room.

Buffy looked at Angel, "coming to bed, baby?"

"Yeah, I just have to lock the doors, I'll be up in a minute," he said, planting a kiss on her head.

"Ok, good night Spike," she said as she moved to kiss him on the cheek.

"'Night, Luv."

Angel stood to lock the door, "Spike, you are welcome to stay here," he told his childe.

Spike was slightly shocked, he assumed that Angel would want nothing to do with him.

Angel, sensing this, looked at Spike honestly, "You helped Buffy in ways that I never could. I wasn't there for her and you were. I will forever be grateful to you for that. You and she have something I can't touch, I don't want to. Just know that you are welcome to stay for as long as you wish and anytime after that," Angel went to the stairs, before stopping, "You know I didn'twant to do it, don't you. I would have done anything to prevent it."

Spike didn't have to ask to know that he was referring to Drusilla, "Yeah, I know."

"Take any room you would like," Angel said as he began to make his way towards his and Buffy's room.

Spike sat in darkness for a while, thinking about what Angel had just told him. He honestly thought that as soon as Buffy reunited with Angel that he would be left out, that there would be no room for him in her life any longer.

He was wrong.

He didn't know it, but Buffy was forever indebted to him, she would never forget all he had done for her.

As Spike went in search of an acceptable room, he thought about how things were finally as they should. The stars had finally aligned, and everything was perfect, nothing would ever change that again.

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