Ta gra agam ort
Authorette: Mary Ellis
Disclaimer: Joss owns Willow and Angel. I own my fledgling abilities to
speak Gaelic.
Spoilers: AU
Couple: W/A
Rating: PG
Summary: Be surprised.
Feedback: Look, I'm channeling Harmony. DUH!
Dedication: My Gaelic teacher, Ruby. She's addicted to W/A too.
Notes: In case you didn't know, the title means I love you in Gaelic. Un-betaed. Mistakes are mine.
Distribution: Ufic, NHA, BRR.

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He finally said it. I don't know WHAT he said, but I know he said something
last night when he hugged me when we got to my door. I felt the whisper as I
reached up to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. To me, mousy little
Willow Rosenberg, the big bad vampire Angelus said I love you to. I think.

Oh goddess, I'm so confused. I love him, I really do, but I think maybe I'm
in love with the face that he is being so protective of me lately, with all
the vampire attacks that have been going on in town lately. They all seem to
be going for redheads, and the list I compiled over the weekend in dwindling
down to it's last resources. Me. Twenty-seven redheads heads in Sunnydale.
Twenty-six unexplained deaths in the past two weeks. And the cops still have
no lead. But where was I?

Oh yeah. Angel and his whispering of something that I have no idea what it
is. I HOPE it was I love you, cause yeah, I still entertain that whole white
picket fence and children running around in the sunlight thing with him. And
granted, I could have that, cause recently a vampire artifact was unearthed
called the gem of Amarra, and it apparently renders a vampire unkillable.
Instead of being allergic to sunlight, they seem to crave it more, and it
won't hurt them.

Same with stakes, crosses, etc. And Angel has it. He doesn't know it, but I
was a naughty Willow and read his diary last night while he was in the
shower. He went looking for it because of me. He wants my dreams to be
fulfilled. And he wants to fulfill them. So...

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A knock sounded on Willow's balcony door. Wiping tears from her eyes, she
rose from her bed and opened the doors. Angel stood there, one hand behind
his back. Her eyebrow raised quizzically at the gesture, and she invited him
in.

"Angel? What's up?"

With a wry smile, Angel popped his hand open and the silver ring glinted in
the moonlight.

"Ta gra agam ort, Willow."

The words flashed in her mind as he spoke them. I Love You.

"Ta gra agam ort, Angel." she whispered as he slipped the ring on her finger
and they kissed.

THE END.

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