Part 1

Willow studied the cool blackness outside her open balcony doors. He would be here tonight she knew. The premonition had been too strong to only be wishful thinking on her part. She sighed and fell back on her fluffy comforter, waiting, wondering how long it would take him to reach her this time.

She frowned something was getting ready to happen, something huge, and she wasn't at all sure she wanted a starring role. She glanced around the room, a small smile playing across her lips. Some things hadn't changed in the past five years. Candles still set on every available surface in her bedroom bathing the room with a warm soft golden glow that no electric light could duplicate. She remembered Angel once asking her what her obsession with candles was. She hadn't been able to explain then and she wasn't sure she could now. Something about the flickering flames calmed her even in moments when nothing else could.

She sighed, nervousness whispering up her spin as her mind began to dwell on the dark haired vampire she hadn't seen in nearly two
years, kept in touch with sure, but not seen. Not since Cordelia's wedding. She hoped he was alright, the premonition hadn't given her the reason why he'd sought her out after all this time. She highly doubted it was to prove Buffy's accusing words correct. Even if that thought sent a thrill through her.

'Buffy....', her mind whispered. Willow wondered if the slayer still harbored feelings for Angel. If she would walk away from her fiancé if Angel showed any interest. Something that he hadn't done since senior year in high school. She groaned, looking out over the water, knowing she should just close the doors and call it a night. Maybe it had just been a dream. She did miss Angel after all. She sat up, shifting to fold her legs beneath her.

Suddenly, she knew he was outside. She could feel it. Willow wasn't exactly sure when the feeling that he would be here, had become the certainty that he was here, but he was, nevertheless here.

He was close. She waited, not even aware that she held her breath in and effort to calm her heart. Then she saw him suddenly vaulting over the rounded edge of the balcony. The small woman was surprised that even now he managed to make no sound. She watched as he moved avoiding the light; by habit or intention she didn't know. He moved slowly toward the open doors, his eyes glued to hers. A very small part of her wanted to run. Wanted to push herself off the bed and run to his arms and hug her long lost friend.

He stood just on the edge of the door way. His eyes moving over her form in a slow easy perusal. He hadn't seen her in a long time either she reminded herself, as she hungrily drank in the site of his form.

"Angel?" She whispered. The dark vampire nodded once, and Willow realized her mistake he thought she was asking if he was Angel rather then Angelus. She knew it was Angel standing before her. The brilliant warmth of his soul giving off an iridescent glow. She smiled standing and moving toward the door seemingly unaware of her state. She'd been dressed for bed, and while the old Willow who had died in Sunnydale may have favored over large t-shirts and flannels, the new Willow born of fire, preferred long flowing night gowns and gossamer robes that seemed to move with a life of their own. Even as his honeyed gaze drank her in she wasn't questioning why. She was merely thinking that it had been far to long since she'd hugged the handsome vampire.

She reached him and only hesitated a brief moment before throwing her slender arms around his surprised form. She buried her face in the coolness of his clothed chest clinging to him for a long moment. Before speaking once more. "I've been waiting for you." She said. She felt him draw out of her tight embrace but not out of her arms, only enough so he could slide one hand beneath her chin to force her eyes to meet his. She saw the question, the uncertainty in the chocolate depths.

"I dreamed you." she answered easily, resting her forehead against his chest.

***

When Giles had first contacted Angel about the possibility that someone was trying to re-open the Hellmouth, the vampire had been surprised. Almost shocked really. The former watcher had always treated the dark vampire with caution, and after the fiasco with Buffy and her accusations, Angel had gone his own way much to Giles' relief. As had Willow. It pained Angel to no end that somehow he had managed to destroy those friendships. Somehow it was his fault he knew.

Still even though the group had become fractured, Angel had remained in fleeting contact with Giles. He couldn't simply abandon those who chose to remain in Sunnydale, even though Buffy insisted that she didn't want nor need his help. The Slayer's mind was made up, and once made up her stubbornness knew no bounds. Why Buffy thought Angel and Willow had been lovers was still a mystery to him. He did love the redhead. She was his friend. His best friend. And when she too had decided to leave Sunnydale to escape the blond Slayer's bitterness, they had kept in touch. The little spellcaster had not, however, been in contact with the remainder of the Scooby Gang.

In fact, Angel could truly say that Willow's monthly phone calls and almost weekly e-mails were the only bright spots in his lonely life. Now, standing here with Willow in his arms, staring at her ruby red hair, the dark vampire realized with startling clarity that he had missed her
terribly. "I've missed you Willow."

"You're here for a reason, though, aren't you Angel?", the lithe young woman stated, moving to sit on her bed. The vampire stared at her guiltily, hating the fact that he had to disrupt her new life by resurrecting the specters of her old one.

"It's bad isn't it?", she asked quietly. Angel nodded briefly. He stood a trifle uncomfortably in front of her. Willow noticed the stiffness of his form and smiled gently. Patting a place by her side on the bed the redhead, made room for him to sit.

"Tell me", she said.
 

Part 2

"Angel?", she said, when the vampire continued to hesitate. He sat down next to her a little uncertainly, before opening his mouth as though to speak.

Willow waited, wondering what he was going to reveal. She hadn't heard from anyone in Sunnydale in a very long time, even Xander hadn't sought her out. That slight hurt far more then Buffy's inane accusation about her supposed relationship with the vampire sitting next to her.

"I know this isn't fair, but they need you", the vampire said and Willow realized he was uncomfortable saying the words. "Apparently in the next month or so when the moon is full, someone will attempt to open the hell mouth. Giles believes that it will take all of us who closed it to keep it that way", Angel said finally.

"Does he know who?", she asked turning to face the vampire.

"He has an idea", Angel said, "he thinks that it might be some local magick users. The Hellmouth had been a rather large source of power for a number of people."

Willow nodded, the idea made since. However, why had they waited so long, it would have been more prudent for them to have done it sooner not giving them a chance to regroup.

"Why wait almost five years?" Willow asked.

"The moon, apparently there is something special about this full moon."

Willow nodded there were to be two full moons in this month, one had already passed, and she figured that Angel wasn't aware of it. He lived by the night. Most likely it hadn't occurred to the vampire how special a blue moon was.

"It's a blue moon, plus there is a lunar eclipse. Witches don't normally work productive magick during eclipses.... the energies are rather
volatile", the redhead murmurred thinking aloud.

She forced herself not to think about what going back to Sunnydale would mean. Who it would mean seeing. What it would mean facing. "When are they expecting us?", she asked softly hating the fear that whispered through her. She hadn't been afraid of facing anyone or thing in a very long time.

"Giles expects us in Sunnydale by tomorrow night", Angel said. Willow gasped softly looking at the vampire in shock.

"I can't get to Sunnydale that fast, the flight--"

"I've got it covered," the vampire said.

"What? How? We can't drive it would take a week", Willow protested looking questioningly at her friend.

"I know, I chartered a plan", the vampire explained softly, a small smiling tugging at his lips when she gasped in surprise.

"I've got the money to spare, remember."

"But, but you don't use that money, you said it was his and you wanted nothing to do with it", she protested.

"Ahhh...", Angel said, "but then I realized the wisdom of a certain witch's words. He came by it badly why not put it to good use." Angel's lips curved slightly.

"So we leave tonight?", Willow asked.

"Well can you, I mean you do have a life here, do you need to call someone?", he asked.

Willow looked at the tall vampire questioningly as she stood up. "Yeah but it's okay I can have my assistant manager look after the store while I'm away, she'd understand", Willow assured Angel.

Seeing the handsome vampire's look of confusion, she smiled kindly. "She knows about vampires." He looked surprised and opened his mouth to ask. "She was attacked, and survived", Willow explained before he had a chance, making Angel smile and nod a bit sheepishly.

It never ceased to amaze the vampire that even after having not seen the hacker for so long, the witch could still read his mind. He watched as she walked toward the closet and pulled from within it's dark depths a rather large suitcase. She moved toward the mahogany dresser at the far corner of the room and pulled open the top drawer.

He sighed softly, turning away as he caught sight of frilly under garments, being thrust quickly into the now open suitcase. Angel studied her back as she continued to move about getting her stuff together, a small makeup purse was the last thing she thrust into the suit
case before she attempted to close it. Angel half expected it not to close, as he'd seen happen often enough with others. He was surprised when it did so with ease. Willow's eyes met his again and she smiled. Her eyes twinkling slightly, she walked back over to the bed.

"Well that was easy now I have to make that phone call, and maybe change", she said looking down at her night clothes again. Angel nodded slowly, his own eyes drawn to the lace and silk that encased her soft alabaster skin.

"Okay, well I'm gonna grab some clothes and go call. You wait here", she said, hurrying to do so as she spoke. Angel nodded needlessly to her retreating form. Only after a moment did he realize he was alone in her bedroom. He fidgeted a little, as he looked around the room.

His eyes fell on the small stuffed frog that lay on the oval window seat. The creature jogged a memory in the vampire. He recalled asking Willow once why if she feared frogs, she had a stuffed one. Her answer had been simple and to the point. Xander. The young man had won it for her at a fair. The fact that even now, nearly 13 years from that night, the small amphibian still found himself among her treasured possessions, said a lot about the love the hacker had once borne her best friend.

'Xander was a fool', Angel thought darkly, choosing the Slayer over his best friend. He hadn't seen that coming, and her tears and the heartache that had followed after all that had happened before, only made the dark vampire wish he'd been able to make the boy regret his immature decision. He figured that by now the fool had probably realized what he'd given up.

Angel looked up as the hacker entered the room again, fully dressed in a long, flowing burnt yellow broom skirt, and a shirt ranging from deep earthly brown to the same burnt yellow. Both items where made of a gauzy flowing material which reminded Angel that while some things had changed, the fact that Willow loved utterly feminine garments, had not. She looked lovely and so achingly young, her face devoid of make up.

"Ready?", he asked softly, holding out his hand and reaching to pick up the suitcase.

"Yeah but, can we take the stairs, the balcony might be kind of hard?"

The vampire laughed softly, nodding. Angel realized in hindsight that it was the first time he'd been through her front door.

****

Xander looked in fond awe at the small beauty on the bed by his side. God, how he loved her. Buffy was finally his, they were engaged to be married. Everything had been going so well... and now... well now he was scared.

Giles had told them that he'd contacted Angel. Up until that moment, Xander had managed to convince himself that the former watcher was just being a worry-wart. So people were dying in Sunnydale violently and mysteriously. That didn't mean anything. Violent, mysterious deaths were normal for the little California town. But Giles had seen something in the manner of death that he and Buffy had missed, or more likely, refused to see.

Someone was planning to open the Hellmouth and they were killing innocents in preparation. Xander closed his eyes, unable to shut out the image of the body he had found the night before. The slender, nude female had not been anyone he'd known, but the way she had been killed.... it was horrific. Even now, remembering the girl's sightless dead eyes, and ruined flesh, the dark haired young man could tasted the bile rise in the back of his throat.

And yet, it was not the specter of the opening of the Hellmouth or even the memory of the dead which was keeping him up that night. No, it was the fact that Angel and Willow were returning to Sunnydale.

He shuddered slightly recalling how Giles had told the couple of the phone call he had made that morning. The former watcher had called Angel and told the vampire of his fears, and that both he and Willow needed to return. Buffy's hazel eyes had gone cold at the news... so cold. The look on the blond Slayer's face frightened Xander. He was surprised that his fiancee could still be so angry over something which had occurred over 5 years before. Why wasn't she over it? "Buffy loved him now, didn't she?", he wondered.

Xander's feelings at that moment had been more complex than Buffy's anger. At Giles' words he had felt guilt. Guilt that he had allowed what had once been the most important relationship in his life to wither and die. Then he had felt anger. Anger towards the redhead who had once been his closest friend. She had left Sunnydale, left him... thus, the death of their friendship wasn't his fault...... Was it?

The young man sighed and tried to get comfortable. He shifted his arms about Buffy's slender shoulders and arranged the bedcovers over their forms. He sighed softly, and tried to sleep. An image of bright red hair and bottle green eyes rose in his mind. A smile formed on Xander's face. Despite his conflicting feelings, he couldn't deny that the larger part of him couldn't wait to see Willow. Angel on the other hand, could go back to hell for all he cared.
 

Part 3

Angel felt his lips curve in pleasure as she snuggled against him. He sighed as her felt her arms tighten around him as he shifted attempting to get a more comfortable position. A small whimper escaped her lips.

"Don't worry." He whispered into her hair, "I'm not trying to get away." He pressed a soft kiss to her hair, waiting for her arms to loosen slightly. He shifted again, careful not to wake her. The vampire toed off his shoes, and lifting her slight weight, he swept his legs beneath her.

Willow settled easily into the new sleeping position, her hands easily grasping the material of the dark vampire's shirt, her head resting against his chest. The redhead lay still for a long moment and Angel reached for the book he'd been reading, intending to finish the next chapter since sleeping wiccan's really were not all that great at conversation.

She lifted her head to look into his eyes sleepily. She glanced down at his chest, then back up at him, as if trying to focus her tired eyes.

"Go back to sleep, Willow I was just trying to get comfortable", Angel explained, wrapping his arm easily around the young woman. He watched as her she pursed her brows, a sweet little dimple forming between, as she thought over his words. Finally, Willow nodded once before settling down on his form once more in exhaustion. She nuzzled the inside of his neck and Angel found himself chuckling softly. Tenderness and fierce protectiveness welling up inside him. Afterall it wasn't just anyone that a master vampire bared his throat to.

"Night Angel", she whispered wrapping one arm around him, while the other settled along the back of the couch above his head. Angel closed his eyes as memories poured over him.

This position was nothing new, though it had been sorely missed. There had been a time before Willow had left Sunnydale for the east coast, where they would have found like this more often then not.

The small redhead had offered him her friendship with no expectations from the moment he'd gotten out of hell. Angel hadn't realized till half-way through that first year that he's grown to depend on having her in his world. That he knew where and who she was instinctively, even if he relied solely on scent, and the sound of her heart beat.  Willow was even more unique and dear then the Slayer had been.

His demon too seemed to share his fascination with the redhead. Angelus had wanted her. When he'd been released the first time, he'd been naturally drawn to her, by the innocence that burned so brightly in her eyes.

The Angel who had been through hell's fire, was quite different from the creature that had first come to Sunnydale in order to help the Slayer. He had still helped her, but his mind was no longer clouded by the obsessive love he'd felt for her, before even meeting her. Now he fought for himself and for those who depended on him. As a result, he was stronger.

The ensouled vampire could still remember everything about that year. So much had happened. Learning that the Powers That Be wanted him around. Learning that there was a way to close the Hellmouth.

Sure, he'd lost Buffy, but he had gained the woman who lay so trustingly in his arms. Strangely, considering he had once been convinced that he and the Slayer were fated, the loss of the blond Slayer did not haunt him as he might have once thought it would. As a matter of fact, he still wasn't sure that hadn't been the best twist of fate he'd ever suffered.

The only guilt he felt over what Buffy believed, stemmed from the way the Slayer had treated the hacker. The fact that the young witch had fled the only home and friends she'd ever known, because Buffy refused to believe that nothing had happened between them, was upsetting. The Slayer hadn't understood that the closeness and the constant touching that seemed to be always happening between he and Willow wasn't about some sordid secret, it was necessity.

Buffy never realized that it was Willow's calming effect on his demon that kept him sane that year. Nor did she know that Willow had tried so very hard to make him realize and remember that he loved Buffy. The Slayer didn't see that the hacker had tried to patch things up with Oz. Unfortunately, even he had taken Buffy's side, believing the blond had seen whatever guilty embrace they hadn't shared. There were so many things that the Slayer didn't realize and didn't know, and all those things were her fault because she had jumped to conclusions and refused to listen. Sure Willow and Angel had danced, but that was all. He had never kissed her. In fact, he had never done anything even slightly inappropriate. All he had done was hold her in his arms and danced with her. He had listened to her talk and drowned in her presence. For the moment he was in her arms, his demon was sated and quiet, not banging against it's confines as it did with Buffy.

However, Willow's presence was also a double edged sword. She was both salvation and temptation. Often his shadow-self whispered its dark desires. What he could do, if only he allowed himself to. His demon whispering of all the things they could teach the beautiful witch, if only he allowed it. Even now after all this time, those dark desires remained.

When he'd first seen her, his demon had clamored against the unbreakable binds of his soul, hungry to possess her. The demon threw up images of what he could do to the young woman, of what they could share.

Angel smiled softly, shaking the unwanted memories from his mind, he glanced down to study her face. It was unchanged by even the short passage of time. He couldn't help but worry about what was about to come. About Giles' prophecy, about the shadow that seemed to have fallen over Sunnydale once more and of the innocent women that had already died.

He knew they would be facing something terrible, the fact that Giles had called them back to the scene of old pain, told Angel as much. He didn't want to see Willow hurt again, and he had a horrible feeling that she would once more be cast in the role of boyfriend stealer, even if he hadn't happened to be dating Buffy at the time. He would always belong to the Slayer in her eyes. Somehow she would attempt to imply that Willow was a poor substitute for her.

Angel sighed, his fingers tangling in the long red locks that fell down her back. Somehow Angel didn't think any man could have another woman in his mind when Willow was in his arms.
 

Part 4

~Sunnydale~

Giles set about the soothing, repetitive task of making himself some tea. Walking towards the back of his store, he was glad of the short respite and allowed the student who worked part-time to take care of the odd customer.

The former watcher rinsed his trusty tea kettle and poured enough water for two cups. He knew he would want another. He placed the kettle on the small stove in his backroom and sat down at his desk.

He frowned suddenly, finding himself lost in thought. The matter of the Hellmouth had come to a head. He wished he could go back to the days when he had naively thought, their closing of the cursed mouth of Hell was an ultimate and final victory against evil.

The blue eyed man wearily took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose hoping to stave off the beginnings of what seemed like a riproaring migraine. Giles' eyes closed, and he slowed his breathing, consciously trying to relax. It was difficult. Too much had happened in too little time. The deaths, the Hellmouth, and the awaited return of the ensouled vampire and Willow preyed on his mind.

He had seen the look of cold... cold hatred on his Slayer's face. Hatred, he shied away from the word. It seemed so harsh, so unbelievably out of character for the girl he considered like a daughter. He had watched Buffy grow up, taken a hand in her upbringing, in her morals. In fact, he had become a father figure to her and her friends as well; both Willow and Xander. And yet now...and yet now, his Slayer felt nothing but disdain for the small, redheaded witch. It pained him to see that. But there was nothing he could do. He knew in his heart that Willow would have never betrayed her friend, and he also knew that Buffy had overreacted all those years ago. Afterall she and Angel had not been seeing each other at the time. Technically, Willow and Angel could have pursued a relationship had they so desired. He knew, however, that they had not. If anything, it was the soul bond combined with the spell they had used to seal the Hellmouth which had incurred Willow and Angel's closeness. So to a certain extent, this was all his fault. If he hadn't tried to--

Loud whistling interrupted Giles' thoughts. Blinking in surprise he saw the smoke pouring from the kettle's chimney, and realized that the water was ready. Taking a shaky breath, he stood and turned off the stove. He poured the boiling liquid into his favorite mug. The mug read, 'Librarians Don't Neccessarily Do It By the Book'. A small smile formed on the former watcher's face, until he remembered.... Willow had given him that mug.

A solitary tear made its way down the bespectacled man's cheek. He started in surprise. He never cried. The last time he had cried was when... well, when Jenny died.

"Giles are you okay?"

Gasping in shock, the mug fell from his hand, hitting the tile. The mug virtually exploded, hot water spread over the floor, spraying his pants and his shoes.

Turning, he spotted Buffy at the door. Hurriedly turning back to the stove, he wiped the remnants of his weakness from his weathered cheek.

"Why yes Buffy I'm fine, you startled me", he whispered weakly.

As he spoke Giles couldn't help but stare at the floor and the pieces of ceramic that had once been a prized gift. He refused to examine why the urge to cry suddenly became so much greater.
 

Part 5

Angel could feel the stiffness of Willow's form as they stood in front of the Magic Box. He took a step closer slipping his arms easily around her in a gentle embrace. She sighed, leaning back into his solid frame. She glanced at the window of the shop, seeing the light in the back that revealed that Giles was still there. For all she knew they where all there already.

"Come on, lets get this over with", the vampire whispered gently, brushing his lips against her cheek, before capturing her suddenly cold fingers and leading her toward the glass door. Willow drew in a calming breath telling herself everything would be okay, while wrapping her fingers tightly around Angel's. She raised her hand and slowly pulled open the door of the shop. A single golden bell started ringing as the door opened and the witch and vampire entered. Willow shivered feeling like that tiny singing bell was a death knoll.

She took much needed strength from the cool hand that still grasped hers, as they entered the front room of the store. She glanced at the counter wondering where everyone was, and if she was going to be seeing them all at once now, or if she was lucky enough to see only Giles to start.

"Their here." A feminine voice Willow didn't recognize, called from the storeroom. Out stepped a curvy blond with long hair that curled around her face. The young woman offered the two newcomer's a gentle smile that Willow found herself returning, suddenly more at ease. She didn't know the woman but something about her soothed the witch's frazzled nerves.

Angel continued to hold her hand in his own, his long fingers absently caressing the palm of her right hand.

"Hi," the blond said nodding to both of them, "they'll be out in a moment. I.. I ..I'm Tara by the way." She spoke a bit nervously, almost stuttering. Reaching up Tara pushed a strand of long blond hair behind her ear. She turned back, toward the store room. "Giles, I'm late, I'm gonna go", she called over her shoulder and headed toward the door. Tara smiled at them once more before she pulled it open and disappeared on the other side. Into the shadows.

"Should she really walk home alone?", Willow asked softly, wondering who the girl was and why no one seemed to be worried. After all Sunnydale was supposed to dangerous enough to have called them back.

Angel shrugged, at a loss and not surprised that Willow was worried about the strange girl. "She must live close by, I can't imagine they would just let her walk home alone if it wasn't okay", the dark haired vampire said trying to assure the little redhead. Willow nodded, her eyes on the lit doorway. She smiled uncertainly as Giles came into the front room. The former watcher paused, looking her up and down once. She sighed, wondering what he saw and if he would notice how little she'd really changed.

Giles stopped short, the sight of the two missing original members of the Scooby gang causing his heart to ache. He had missed the little hacker, she had become so important to him over the years he'd known her. Now her fate was irrevocable entwined with the vampire that stood by her side. He had always known, even before Angel's return from hell, that a connection existed between witch and vampire. A simple one really, the connection between those who feel alone and outcast. Then the soul restoration connected their souls, but it was the spell that Giles had found to close the Hellmouth and the one thing that could go wrong that did, that sealed their fate. He still wondered on occasion what else that brilliant blast of light had done to the petite hacker.

"Giles?", she whispered ,looking for all the world like a child standing before a parent she feared to disappoint.

"Darling girl, how I've missed you", the ex-watcher whispered, pulling the young hacker into his arms. He held the girl for a long moment, drinking in her presence. There were no changes he could see or feel on her frame. The only changes seemed to have settled in the twin pools of verdant green that showed the sum of her experience, eyes that once looked so innocent and warm now held wary understanding.

"Me too Giles", Willow said softly, as she extracted herself from the watcher's gentle embrace. It had been a very long time since she had allowed the walls she'd built around her heart to be penetrated by anyone. She could feel tiny crakes forming in the foundations at the tenderness in the watchers gaze. How she had often wished her own father would look at her with such tender affection.

She turned, and the smile left her lips. Xander, stood watching her, his dark hair slightly rumpled and a small hickey visible on his neck. "Hey Wills." The boy she remembered and had loved so dearly stared out at her from under the brows of a grown man. She was glad to see the changes in him, but the pain of his actions that summer five years ago still ached.

Xander moved forward and it took Willow a moment to realize he meant to hug her. He reached forward, his hands just falling short as she hurriedly stepped back bumping lightly in to the hard wall of Angel's chest. The vampire wrapped an arm easily around her waist holding her against him. He leaned forward nuzzling her neck and cheek, in an effort to convey comfort, trying to relax her.

Willow looked up at the sudden sound of heels hitting the floor as the Slayer walked into the room. The blond hadn't really changed that the hacker could see, she still favored short, low cut things, and still seemed to be glaring at her with cold hatred. The redhead waited, expecting a tirade of cruel words, something, anything so that she knew where they stood. However, the Slayer didn't speak, she just glared balefully at Willow and Angel's tangled fingers and the way the dark vampire's arm held her against him.

Xander glanced between the his would-be wife and his estranged best friend and felt his heart tear. He moved toward Willow slowly, hating the way she seemed to shrink back into the vampire who held her. The youth wanted nothing more then to take her away from Angel. Willow belonged with him. She belonged in his world, he wouldn't except anything less.

"We need to talk later", Xander said looking at his former best friend. The hacker nodded reluctantly glancing back at Angel. The vampire nodded slowly, not having said a word since Giles entered the room. Willow sighed watching as Giles slowly set up the space for the meeting. When he was done the former watcher handed both Willow and Angel cups of hot tea before they settled down to sort this out.

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