DISCLAIMER: If I were Joss, We wouldn't be sulking and utterly disappointed at the lack of B/A in every episode. If I were Joss, Buffy and Angel would be locked in the honeymoon suite of a really expensive hotel, with a refrigerator well-stocked with whipped cream, strawberries, and cookie-dough-fudge-mint-chip ice cream.*grin* Which means, based on the last season or 3, I'm not him, and therefore I own nothing. Life sucks, huh?
RATING: Same as the show
FEEDBACK: It's like sex, doesn't matter unless you're not getting any. So, Please reward me! It makes me all happy inside.
DISTRUBUTION: Want, Take, Have. Just let me know.
TIMELINE: Right after 'Flooded' and 'Carpe Nocturm'
SYNOPSIS: The B/A reunion scene we didn't get to see.All you at the WB and UPN- you suck!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: And here we are, thinking that Joss is the only acid dripping moron.Looks like he has a fan club. Marti Noxon- you suck as a human being.David Greenwalt- you suck too. And most of all, David Boreanaz- who I love and adore and are currently beyond pissed off with. Saying Buffy and Angel are just a little high school crush? Not scoring points with the fans! And by the way, I'm so sorry to hear that your wedding to your blonde playboy slut had to be postponed. National diasters are a real bitch, huh? Okay, my rant is done....
DEDICATION: To all the victims and families of victims of the September 11th attacks. Our hearts and prayers are with you. Bin Laden- we're gonna kick you're ass.

My hands are shaking so hard I can barely hold a grip on the steering wheel. I'm staring absently at the freeway, trying to pay attention to where I'm going.

I can't believe I hadn't even thought about him until after I heard him utter my name in complete astonishment on the phone. He could barely form a sentence. I tried to take charge of the conversation, saying that we would meet at our cabin in an hour.

Okay, so It's not really *our* cabin, but it feels like it should be. Angel used to take me up there for a weekend every once in a while, when we needed a vacation from the rest of the world. We would just cuddle on the couch and watch the fire burn. It was so relaxing and it gave us the quality time together we both so desperately needed. By the time I snap out of my reverie, I'm getting off the freeway and pulling into the driveway of the cabin. I shut off the engine and look around. Every thing looks exactly the same and I notice that Angel is already here.

I get out of the car and slowly walk up the stairs to the front door. I hesitantly open it and step inside. Angel already has the fire going and I can hear him moving around in the living room. I peer around the corner and I see him, looking more beautiful than ever.

The instant I step into the room, his head snaps up to look at me. I just freeze as he slowly walks toward me, a look of utter amazement on his face. He finally gets to me and reaches out a hand to touch the hollow of my cheek. His touch is so gentle, like I'm something new and fragile, and if he's too rough I might break. I reach up and grasp his hand as he sinks to his knees and wraps his arms around my waist, burying his face into me, trying to hide the fact that he's crying. But I can feel the wetness of his tears through the thin fabric of my skirt as I fall to my knees and softly cradle his head in my lap as he continues to cry. I can't help the few stray tears that slip out of my eyes and slide down my cheek.

He refuses to release his arms from my waist, so I just let him hold me as he cries. His sobs finally subside and he lifts his head to look at me. He manages to choke out, "You're really here?"

My eyes well with unshed tears as I reply, "I'm really here." The next thing I know, he captures my lips with his and presses me so close to him that I can hardly breathe. I respond back and I feel it. I feel the pain and the sorrow and the overwhelming sense of loss that he'd felt in the last 3 months. I feel his relief and joy that I'm here. But most of all, I feel how much he loves me. How much he needs me. And it blows me away. I try to catch my breath as I realize that everything is going to be ok. Angel's holding me, his lips are on mine, his hands are roaming over my body and I let out a content sigh because I know it. Angel's with me and I know he's not leaving anytime soon. And I thank God, because for the first time since I was brought back from the dead, I'm alive.

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