Disclaimer: Yeah, Me no own.
Spoilers: The Gift.
Dedication: Doc, Sara-lee,and all those people who accepted my challenges.

Angel sat there..wondering, pondering.brooding. He had actually been happy to have been home, of course the Powers would shoot him down past the pits of hell. They had to kill the love of his life. They just HAD too, didn't they. He didn't even hear the entire story.

Sure, Willow had explained it, but was he listening? No. His mind was reeling with "Buffy's dead, Buffy's dead, Buffy's dead, Buffy..dead."

Was it painful? Did it hurt? Was she scared? Was she crying? He didn't know. At all.

Cordelia slightly opened the door without knocking and peeked her head in.

//Oh, well. It isn't even my office.// After Willow left he just went into the room and closed the door.

"Angel?"

"Hmm."

"You better come hear this." She said quietly trying to be very somber. He was upset already he didn't need to deal with her pain. He slowly stood up and followed her to the front desk. Seeing no customer, he looked at her. She handed him a bottle.

"Jack Daniels'?"

"The love of your un-life dies and you'd think you'd wanna get wasted." Cordelia said in her tactless way.

"Cordelia..."

"Angel, listen." She said it softly again. She went over to the answering machine.

Angel..hi.

Angel's eyes raised to the door, hoping that maybe...

It's Buffy in case you didn't know that.

His eyes rested on the little black box, that held the recording of his Buffy's voice.

Cordelia made a quick exit. He didn't even notice.

Oh, Angel. I wish you were there. I really need to hear your voice. They want me to kill..to kill Dawn. Little Dawnie.

"Oh, Beloved." He whispered getting closer to the machine.

I can't. I can't kill another person I love, or watch another person die.

She.she' s only 15.

I've already decided that if worse comes to worse..if the portal opens I'm gonna jump. Not suicide exactly, but I will get out, and save my little sister.

Just know Angel, Know that I love you. Know that. I need you to do something for me.

"Anything."

I need you to watch over them. Spike agreed that no matter what he'll protect Dawn. But, I need you to look over them all. For some reason they all depend on me. I don't know why, maybe cause I'm strong? I'm the Slayer. That I've gone through so many traumas that nothing surprises me anymore? I don't know. The only thing I do know is that they do depend on me and I depend on you. I love you so much, Angel. Please know that nothing can stop that, not even death. We will be together again. I'll be waiting for you. And no self induced death, I saw that movie and I don't want to have to go all the way down to hell to get you to our heaven. Cause my heaven would be the two of us together.

Bloody hell, Slayer. Come on, we have a world to save.

I better go, Spike's getting restless, and he was supposed to get the weapons. I love you, my Angel. Goodbye. :::Beep:::

Angel listened to the tape at least 10 or 15 times more. After he was done, he drained his first bottle of Jack. He was Irish after all.

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