Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or Angel in any way shape or form. They belong to ME and Joss Whedon.
Timeline: Occurs somewhere in the future...it's just a snippet of a larger scale...kinda a stolen moment at the end of days.
Author notes: Very very short... I've been writing a couple of B/Aish novels for about 2 years now..lol..they seem to be very far from completion...and I've also written a stack of small articles (non-fiction)...but I wanted to post this as it's floating around my hard drive and it's complete within itself. Unbeta'd so errors are my own:(

“I wish you could be the one I die with” she whispered softly, gaze fixed squarely at the floor as her eyes filled with stinging tears. Her small body trembled with the impact of her words.

“Don’t say that…don’t say that to me and then expect me to just go. You don’t get to do that Buffy” Angel replied, his voice full of the anger he had grown accustomed to as of late. He moved swiftly across the room, gathering her in his arms as he pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, folding her into his embrace. ‘You don’t get to say that kind of thing to me’ he gritted out through clenched teeth.

Buffy stiffened in his embrace. ‘Why not…I remember a very similar conversation we had a few years ago…you seemed quite happy to give up then, why can’t I now Angel? God I’m tired, so tired.’ He held her firm to his broad chest and a small sob erupted from the back of the throat as she pulled her free hand to cover her mouth. A stream of tears cascaded down the hollows of her face. ‘It just seems like no matter what I do…no matter how hard I fight this fight, it’s never going to be good enough. I’m one step ahead of death and I can feel it biting at my heels Angel...I just want to let it have a bite.’

‘Shhhh’ he soothed her, a low purring sound rippling from the back of his throat. All the anger had left his body as he held her close to him.

‘Everything’s going to be okay Buffy...you just have to have faith’. Buffy nuzzled into his chest, inhaling deeply the scent that had been taken away from her so many years before. ‘How can I have faith when I’ve lost so much’ she muffled.

‘How can you not have faith when you have so much to lose Buffy?’.

‘So much?’ she spat out at him. ‘So much?…I have *nothing* Angel, I have no boyfriend, I have no mother, no father. I don’t even have a real watcher anymore. Tell me what I have Angel?’

‘You have me...always. No matter what I do or say, no matter what changes in this world, know you will always have me.’

He stepped back from her for a moment, cupping her chin in his hands as he placed a soft kiss upon her chapped lips. He deepened it as she kissed him back, their tongues intertwining in an embrace far more desperate than their bodies were accustomed to, and they pulled back, panting for breath.

‘Maybe we shouldn’t be going there...’ Buffy began, but was interrupted as she felt Angel’s cold lips pushed against hers once more. He scooped her small body up in his arms. There was no time for after thoughts... this was the end of the world, and they both wanted to spend it with the one they loved.

‘I love you’ Angel muffled as he kissed her.

‘I love you too’ she kissed back, sucking air into her starved lungs before resuming their kiss. ‘And no matter what happens tomorrow...I wish you could be the one I shared my life with.’

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