Willow and Cordy were layed out on the bed. The sheets were slick and black
with their blood. They had been stabbed so many times Spike barely
recognized the lovely bodies he had loved so fervently. Cordy's fingers were
clutched between Willow's.

Spike knelt beside her, burying his face against her bloodied, abused skin.
He sobbed as if his silent heart had been ripped out of his body. Rage and
anguish rocked him to the core. Angel gathered Cordy in his arms.

"A pulse," he gasped. "She's got a pulse."

Angel reached across the bed and felt Willow's throat. "Spike, they're
alive, but fading fast.... SPIKE."

Spike looked up, red tears streaking down his cheeks.

Angel searched his childe's eyes. "We have to make a decision."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Willow woke slowly. Her head was killing her. She moaned. Her head rang. And
her skin felt as if it were on fire. She felt cool hands brushing her cheeks
and a water bottle pressed to her lips. "Drink, Willow."

Angel was cradling her body against his in the backseat of the de Soto.
Cordy was on his other side, still sleeping. The tinted windows kept the
sunlight at bay as Spike drove.

She tried to sit up, but sharp pains throughout her body warned her
otherwise. She winced.

"Careful," Angel warned. "You were badly hurt. Try not to move."

"Cordy," Willow rasped, reaching across his lap and stroking the brunette's
leg. "Is she alright?"

Angel nodded. Spike looked over his shoulder and squeezed her knee gently.
"You both scared us so badly. We thought lost you."

Willow's throat burned as she struggled to speak. "Someone broke in the
apartment..."

"Shhhh...we know, it's not important," Angel said. "What's important is that
you're safe and you're still
with us."

"How?"

"Shhh, go back to sleep, we'll explain later," Spike said. "Just rest."

"Pet?" Spike said. "I love you."

"Love you," Willow mumbled.

"Do you love me, too, witch?" Angel whispered.

"I love you, too," she said as she drifted off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cordy groaned. Her head was killing her. Her throat was so dry. She
swallowed, wincing as the papery walls of her throat contracted.

"Angel?" she whispered.

"Right here," he said softly. He sat on the bed next to her and held a cup
of icy water to her lips. He cradled her in his arms and helped her sit up.

She blinked, willing her eyes to focus. They were in a strange bedroom.
Willow was sleeping soundly next to her. Spike was stretched out in a chair
near the bed, his fingers laced through Willow's. He smiled at Cordy.

"Hullo, pet," he said.

"Where are we?" Cordy asked. Angel kissed her forehead.

"We're somewhere safe," he said. "I almost lost you, and I won't risk that
again. Cordy, do you remember what happened?"

Willow stirred. Even in her sleep, she could hear Cordy's muffled voice.

"Cordelia?" she whispered, sitting up slowly. Spike sat behind her, propping
her up.

"Willow!" Cordy wrapped her stiff arms around her friend and lover. "Oh,
God, Willow, I thought she....but she did. She did kill us, didn't she?"

"When we found you, you had lost so much blood," Spike said. "We had to help
you."

"You turned us?" Cordy demanded. "We're vampires!?"

"Cordy, take a deep breath," Willow said.

"A deep breath isn't going to calm me down!"

"No, Cordelia, look we still need to breathe, see?" Willow inhaled and tried
to hold it. But a few seconds later had to breathe in again.

"And look," Willow held up her wrist. "A pulse."

"What did you do?" Cordelia asked.

"Well, once in his lifetime a vampire can choose a human to keep with him or
her," Angel said. "These humans are called pets."

"WHAT?!" Cordy demanded. She turned on Spike. "I knew you called me that too
much. You planned this didn't you!"

"Now, sweet, calm down," Spike said. "The name doesn't necessarily denote
status. Pets are highly prized and treated very well. Some vampires even
consider their pets to be their true mates."

"So what?" Willow said. "We get a big litterbox and wear bows around our
necks? What does this mean? How did you make us your pets?"

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if a human bit a vampire?"
Angel asked.

"I mean, it would sound like something out of National Enquirer, but it
could happen," Spike said.

"Don't interupt," Angel warned. "We fed you our blood, but took none of
yours. It gives the pet a hold on the vampire without the vampire having a
hold on the human. The human's life force depends on the vampire's."

"You have all of our strengths none of our weaknesses," Spike said. "You'll
never age, never die. You don't have to drink blood. You can still go out in
the sun, go into a church, drink holy water if you want. Not that you would
want to..."

"So, we're immortal?" Willow asked, her head resting against Spike's
shoulder. "I mean, I knew we were going to have to face our mortality
eventually, but I thought it would be when we were like fifty."

"I'm going to be nineteen forever," Cordy grinned. "No saddlebags, crow's
feet, cellulite?"

Angel cocked an eyebrow and shook his head. "And the added bonus of being
with me for eternity."

"Oh, well, yeah, minor plus." Cordy laughed. "I'm your pet, huh?"

Angel nodded.

"I guess I can live with that," Cordy grinned. "Since I have to live with it
forever."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shortly after Angel's little revelation, Cordy and Willow slept curled
together in their hotel bed for two days. Their bodies had to adjust from
the suddden loss and then infusion of blood. Spike never left the bedside.
Angel had to bring him bagged blood.

Finally, Willow woke up and kissed Spike's short bleached hair as he slept.
She stumbled towards the bathroom, nearly tripping over Angel's legs. He was
sleeping at the foot of the bed.

There was a huge sunken tub in the middle of the bathroom with a standing
shower in the corner. As tempting as the tub was, Willow decided a shower
would be faster and would feel better against her sore muscles. She pulled
the straps of her nightgown and let it drop to the tiled floor.

She felt so different. It was like she could feel the cells of her body were
growing and regenrating. The stab wounds that had been so livid and red two
days before were faded to a pale peach. Angel said they would fade
completely before the week was out.

She could sense the difference in her hearing and sight. Also she could up
scents she had never detected before. She could smell strange flowers
growing outside their shuttered windows. Sea air. SHe realized she had no
clue where they were.

She turned on the shower, letting stinging hot needles course over her skin.
She moaned. She had never felt anything that good. Well, except....

"Spike?" she perked her head up. She could SENSE him coming into the room.

"Morning, pet," he smiled.

"That suddenly has such a new connotation now," she glared at him. He
grinned and grabbed the shampoo. He cradled her back against his chest.

"You're not my pet," he murmured into her neck. "You're my mate, my true
mate. The pet thing is just a means to an end. YOu're with me for an
eternity, love. The only other way would have been to turn you, and I just
don't think I could have done that."

"I know, and I don't mean to seem ungrateful," she said, leaning into his
caresses. "I'm just scared."

"Nothing to be scared of now," he said kneading her breasts gently. "You're
immortal."

"An eternity with you," she whispered against his lips. "I hope I can handle
it."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cordy was wide awake when they came back in the bedroom. Angel had his arms
around her and was trying to get smooches, but Cordy was too worried about
the two-day morning breath situation.

"I'm ravenous!" Cordy gasped as Willow climbed on the bed.

"I've been trying to help you with that," Angel grinned against her
shoulder, kissing the tanned flesh.

"For food, you ninny!" she laughed, taking Willow in her arms. The redhead
leaned back against Cordelia and kissed Angel's palm. Spike, with a towel
swathed around his waist, slid between Angel and his mate. Angel kissed his
impudent childe and tucked Cordy's dark hair behind her ear. This was
perfection. This was his family.

"We haven't eaten in two days," Willow said. "We're starving!"

"I'm thinking waffles," Cordy said. "Or pizza. Or pizza and waffles. I don't
gain any weight do I?"

"Well, no," Angel said.

"YES!" Willow and Cordy 'high-fived.'

"But I don't think you'll be able to find waffles or pizza around here,"
Spike said, nuzzling Willow's throat.

"Where exactly is around here?" Cordy asked.

"Well...." Angel went to the balcony door and opened it.
 
 

"You and the drama," Cordy grinned, getting out of bed. "It's like you're
the puppet of some over-worked fan fic writer."

"But that would be impossible," Angel looked around awkwardly. "Let's move
on."

Spike pulled Willow to the balcony.

"Spike!" she squealed. "I'm in a towel."

He led her out on the balcony. There was parade of revelers outside laughing
and dancing. A marching band passed by playing bawdy Calypso music.

"Trust me, love," he said. "They won't notice."

"Carnivale?" Cordy giggled.

Willow cried. "We're in RIO??!"

She threw her arms around the blonde. They had spent hours talking about her
desire to see Rio de Janerio during Carnivale. She was so excited.

Cordy laughed as passers-by threw a string of blue glass beads her way. She
turned to Willow.

"I wonder...." she tugged at Willow's towel and bared the redhead's breasts
to a passing float. Scores of beads were tossed at the foursome.

"CORDY!" Willow gasped, slapping the towel back to her body.

"It does the work like New Orleans at Mardi Gras!" Cordy grinned.

"I'm going to kill you!" Willow cried chasing her as Cordy ran into the
bedroom.

"No you won't, I'm immortal!" Cordy giggled as Willow tossed her on the bed
and tickled her mercilessly.

"Is it going to be like this for eternity?" Spike groaned.

"I sure hope so," Angel winked.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

"So why Rio?" Cordy asked as they walked down the street. She and Willow
were munching on fried sweetcakes as dancers in bright costumes and masks
passed by.

"Because we're safe here," Angel said. "Whoever tried to kill obviously
wanted to send Spike and I a message, until we figure out who that was-"

"Angel," Willow said. "The woman who attacked us was a minion, we dusted her
master and all her friends. She was pissed and wanted revenge."

"What?" Spike practically laughed. "That's pretty ambitious for a minion.
Who would dare touch our women?"

"A desperate ho-bag with nothing to lose?" Cordy shrugged, grateful that
Willow had given the edited version of what happened. "So you see? There's
no reason for the 'on the run' routine. We're safe."

"I don't know..." Angel said. "We're still going to lay low for a while,
have a little vacation."

"Consider it a honeymoon," Spike grinned, kissing Cordy and Willow's
powder-sugared lips.

"Well, since you put it that way," Willow giggled, pulling Angel into the
hotel entrance. "Let's get back to the honeymoon suite."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cordy yawned and stretched relishing the difference in Angel's firm cool
skin pressed against her back and Willow's drowsy soft warmth. Spike had his
head buried in Willow's neck. His arm stretched over the redhead's body to
rest on Cordy's hip. Angel's arms wrapped around her, cupping her breasts.
Willow's hand rested on Angel's shoulder.

Cordy grinned. She loved her new sleeping arrangements. She leaned forward,
kissing Willow. The redhead moaned slightly as Cordy's tongue darted into
her warm wet mouth.

"Willlooow," she crooned. "Wake up."

Willow's eyes blinked open. She smiled and kissed her lover.

"I've got plans for today," Cordy said. She nodded to the end of the bed,
they giggled and slid out from under the sheets. Angel and spike rolled
towards each other, seeking the warmth left behind by the girls' bodies.

They crept into the bathroom. Cordy slipped out of her gown as Willow turned
on the shower.

"So, how fare's the lovely Bella this morning?" Willow grinned as the spray
hit Cordy and splashed onto her. Cordy kneaded the muscles of Willow's
shoulders.

"Fi- what?" Cordy gaped. "How'd you know about that? I thought you were
asleep."

"Who could sleep with all that blabbering?" Willow tossed a scrubby at her.
She rubbed shampoo into the brunette's hair.

Cordy laughed. She and Spike had stayed awake until the wee hours of the
morning talking. When he finally began yawning, he leaned over and gave her
a gentle, chaste kiss.

"Goodnight, Princess," he said.

"I wish you wouldn't call me that," she said. His eyes widened. Had he hurt
her?

"Why?"

"Well, because that was Drusilla's nickname," she said, choosing her words
very carefully. "You call Willow 'Red' and Angel 'Peaches' which he still
won't explain to me. And well, I just....I want a nickname of my own."

He chuckled and stroked her cheek gently. "We'll see what we can come up
with..... How about Duchess?"

"Let's get away fromt he royalty thing," Cordy shook her head.

"Mum?" he asked, kissing her palm.

She wrinkled her nose. "Ewww, what's up Oedipus?"

He grinned. "Never denied I had a little tragic fixation. How about.....
Bella?"

"Bella," she let the sound roll off her tongue. "I like it. Why Bella?"

"Because, ever since I met you the only thing I could think is 'Bella,
Bella, Bella, so beautiful.'"

"Thank you," she smiled. "Goodnight, Spike."

"Goodnight Bella," he kissed her again. "I love you."

She kissed him. "I love you, too."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``

"Oh, my gosh," Willow laughed, adjusting the straps of her new teeny-tiny
tank top. "I can't believe how much we bought."

They had raided every pricey little boutique in town buying a suitable
wardrobe for the tropics. Sarongs, skirts, little dresses, very small tops.

"Well, we have to survive this new climate," Cordy said. She directed the
army of village boys carrying their purchases to the front desk. "Besides,
it's not like we didn't buy clothes for Angel and Spike."

"Which may have been a waste of money," Willow giggled. "You know how
attached they are to their clothes."

"I don't care what they say, you can't wear leather pants in the tropics!"
Cordy cried.

"Mrs. Rosenberg, shall we send the packages up to your room?" the desk clerk
asked. Cordy checked her watch, the boys should be waking up about now. She
grinned at a knowing Willow.

"no, thank you, Juan," Willow said in his native tongue. "Send them up in an
hour."

"Maybe more," Cordy grinned at him as they bounded up the stairs.

"Those lucky bastards," Juan groaning, envying the men awaiting such
beatiful girls.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Willow and Cordy crept quietly into the room. They shut the door. Willow
heard a soft moan from the bedroom.

"They started without us," Cordy pouted.

They snuck over to the bedroom door. Angel and Spike tangled on the bed,
locked in a dueling embrace. Their tongues fought each other for dominance.
Willow and Cordy's jaws dropped. They were beautiful. Like some dirty Greek
statue come to life.

Spike pulled Angel's legs from under him, pinning him. Angel grinned up at
his impudent childe and seemed to accept defeat. Spike laid back, his head
pointing toward the door. Angel knelt over him, noticing the girls for the
first time. He winked at them as he took Spike rigid cock between his lips.
Spike groaned. Angel delicately licked the head and lapped the drop of
pre-cum weeping from the tip.

"Ahh!" Spike cried as Angel began suckling him.

Cordy reached for the stays of Willow's skirt, baring her thighs. Willow
lifted Cordy's top. She was amazed at how easily she could smell the
brunette's arousal now. They sat at the edge of the bed, not eager to break
up the erotic display.

Willow cradled Cordy's body against hers, brushing her palms along the
contours of her inner thighs. Willow moaned. Cordy's fingers darted inside
Willow's wet slit. Willow spread her legs wider, letting Cordy have better
access.

Spike screamed Angel's name as he climaxed. Angel kissed the length of his
body, letting the childe taste himself on his master's lips.

"Bella, come join us," Angel whispered. "Willow." The girls need no second
invitation.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Angel grinned as he flipped his childe on his stomach and pulled him to the
edge of the bed. Angel knelt beside the bed and bent Spike over.

Spike pulled Willow with him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She sat
up, kissing Angel over Spike shoulder. Spike beckoned Cordy with his little
finger. She kissed the back of Willow's neck worked her way towards Spike's
lips.

"Love you," Angel murmured.

"Love you, too," the others answered, laughing as they realized their
mistake. Spike gently pushed Willow back on the bed, positioned at her hot
wet entrance. Angel pulled Cordy into a deep kiss, then guided her over
Willow's body. Willow pulled Cordy's knees on either side of her head,
raining soft wet kisses along her inner thighs.

Cordy gasped, she and Willow had never tried this position before. Willow
urged her down on her mouth. She licked and sucked at Cordy's hot wet
center. Angel pushed into Spike, moaning at familar sensation of being
sinide his childe. She groaned into the brunette's clit as Spike entered her
in one smooth thrust, mimicking Angel's movements. Willow rocked against
them, truly appreciating the momentum of two men inside of her. She only
hoped she could concentrate on what she was doing.

Not that Cordy needed a lot of stimulation. In moments, she was screaming
Willow's name. Willow lapped at her, wickedly swirling her tongue around
Cordy's engorged clit. Cordy fell to the bed, panting.

She grinned at her redheaded lover and brushed her hair back from her eyes.
She licked at the redhead's lips, tasting herself. Willow pulled her into a
fierce kiss.

Their tongues duelled for dominance as Spike thrust into her. Willow pulled
away gasping. Cordy's lips traveled to her breasts, nipping and suckling her
hardened nipples. Waves of white-hot heat riding through her as she watched
Angel and Spike come together. She cried out.

Cordy captured the sweet sound in her mouth. Spike collapsed on her stomach
with a final thrust. She ran her fingers through his short blonde hair and
kissed his forehead.

"Hello, dear, how was your day?" Cordy grinned at the blonde.

Angel crawled onto the bed and pulled Cordy into his arms. Spike kissed
Willow thoroughly, but pulled away and started towards the bathroom.

"Spike? Where are you going?" Angel asked.

Spike's eyebrows wriggled. "To draw a bath."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"This place is great!" Willow shouted over the loud salsa music. Cordy
giggled.
 

The family had decided to move on from Rio after Carnivale. They had moved
along the coast to the Honduras, where they had rented a little house near
the beach. With all the nocturnal noises coming from the bedroom, staying in
hotels just wasn't an option anymore.

Somehow, Cordelia and Willow had talked the vampires into going to one of
the local clubs. This was real salsa music, not that studio-fied Ricky
Martin schlock. And Cordy was loving it.

"Dance with me," Cordy pleaded. Angel shook his head.

"I don't dance," he said.

"Spike?" Cordy asked.

Spike snorted. "I don't think so, Bella. I've got two left feet"

"Fine," Cordy rolled her eyes. "Come on, Will."

She dragged her redheaded lover out on to the floor.

"How does this keep happening to us?" Spike asked. "They know we hate clubs.
We know we hate clubs, yet we always end up in clubs, watching them dance."

"Not all that disagreeable at this point," Angel said, hs eyebrows raised.
Spike followed his line of vision to the dance floor. Apparently the few
drinks the girls had had loosened them up a little more than the vamps
expected.

Cordy was leading Willow in a set of very complicated, undulating steps. The
incredibly short beaded skirt of Willow's dress flared, reveleaing perfect
creamy thighs. Angel cocked his head trying to get a better view.

Cordy pulled her against her body and ground against Willow. Willow leaned
back, her head nearly touching the backs of her knees.

Spike's jaw dropped. When did she learn to do that? God bless Cordy and her
yoga. Cordy snapped her back up, grinning at their lovers. Willow winked at
Spike.

Suddenly a pair of local boys, impressed by the girls antics, wrapped their
arms around the girls and pulled them into steps. The girls howled with
laughter, this was unexpected.

Spike's game face threatened to emerged. He growled and was about to launch
himself across the bar to crush the impudent boys' throats. Angel stopped
him. He shook his head.

"I'm going to end up dancing, aren't I?" he grimaced.

Angel nodded.

"Dammit," Spike spat. "I knew this would happen."

"Hey, I didn't spend centuries teaching you to dance for nothing," Angel
said.

"Then why don't you dance yourself?" Spike groaned, shrugging out of his
jacket.

"I just don't like clubs," Angel shrugged.

They delved into the crowd, finding their women into the center of the
floor. They were shamelessly leading the poor boys on. Angel actually felt
sorry for them. They shoved the boys aside effortlessly and drew their women
into their arms.

"Fancy a dance, pet?" Spike asked Willow.

"Thought you'd never ask," Willow grinned, grinding against Spike.

"Thought you couldn't dance," Cordy smirked, her eyebrow raised.

Angel spun Cordy out and pulled her against the length of his hard muscled
body.

"I said I wouldn't dance, not that I couldn't," Angel grinned.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Spike fought to keep Willow upright as they walked towards the villa. She
giggled and began singing some folk song she had heard a street vendor sing.
Cordy laughed hysterically and began singing along.

"We're a little drunk," Cordy giggled.

"Just a little, Bella," Spike smirked.

"Okay, Mr. Soberer Than Thou vampire," Willow slurred. "If you're so in
control, and bad-ass. Find us."

"What?" Spike's brow creased. Angel unlocked the door. The girls dashed

"Find us!" Willow shouted as she and Cordy ran through the house.

Angel winked at his childe.

This should be fun.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Come on, Angel, you big bad creature of the night, find us!!" Cordy cried.
Her voice echoed thoughout the darkened house. He could hear Willow giggle
and the patter of bare feet as they dashed across the tiled floor.

Angel and Spike grinned, shedding their jackets. Spike stood still letting
his senses take in the house. He could smell the girls' arousal, but because
they were running around house, the scent was everywhere.

Thanks to the infusion of vampire's blood, the girls were becoming more and
more like their "sires" everyday. They had apparently mastered the art of
moving with lightning quick speed while they weren't paying attention.

Suddenly he felt a brush of air roll over his body. He snatched at the black
space next to him. He grabbed the hider's neck and pressed his lips against
theirs.

"Mmmm," Angel chuckled, nipping at his childe's lips. "As much as I
appreciate it, Spike, kissing me senseless isn't going to help us find the
girls."

"These girls are better at hiding than I thought," Spike said.

"Tell me about it,"Angel grumbled, I just checked the whole upstairs, they
doubled back and tricked me into thinking they were hiding the linen closet.
This is embarassing."

They heard a laugh and a splash in the back from the pool. They ran through
back doors onto the patio, their bare feet slapping against the tile. The
pool was empty. Angel turned as footsteps fell on the stairs. The vamps
followed the scent of their mates upstairs to the bedroom. The bed was
empty.

Their brows creased, confused. Where the hell were they?

Suddenly, two very drunk, pool-water soaked girls were straddling their
backs. Willow shoved Angel onto the bed, her hair dripping water down his
bare chest. She straddled his torso, trailing kisses down his body.

"We win," she grinned. Angel nodded, tossing her wet dress to the floor.

"You win."

Cordy, caught Spike ankle, sending him tumbling next to his sire.

"So now who's in comeplete control of their fa- facu-facult- senses?" Cordy
demanded, her skin was slick and wet. Her nipples pebbled and erect pushed
through the wet fabric of her top. He covered it wit his demanded mouth,
relishing the coolness of her usually warm skin.
Spike was overcome with the desire to lick every square inch of her. He
pulled her on top of him, pulling at her soaked, clinging skirt.

He groaned, the damn thing wouldn't come off. He tugged and tugged at the
ties, but they wouldn't budge.

"Oh for Gods' sake," Angel muttered. He rolled tossing Willow on top of
Cordy. The girls giggled and kissed wildly as Angel ripped the length of her
skirt as tossed it to the floor. Willow's tongue battled Cordy's for
dominance neither really wanted.

Spike laughed and pulled his sire to his lips. Angel ran his hands along
Willow's slick wet thighs, finding her hot wet core and stroking her. Spike
rolled, pushing Cordy into the covers. She put her feet on his hips and
pushed his pants to the foot of the bed.

"Tricky, tricky," he grinned.

"Learned from the best," Cordy winked. Angel leaned in and kissed Cordy, his
tongue exploring the warm depths of her mouth.

"You've won this round," Spike said. "But be careful playing games with
creatures of the night."

"Why's that?" Willow asked innocently.

"We hate to lose," Spike said, kissing her fiercely.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
1 year later...

"You girls sure about this?" Angel asked, turning the key to the L.A.
apartment. They nodded.

"This is our home," Willow said, tucking her now-flowing long red hair
behind her ear. "One little near-fatal stabbing isn't going to chase us
away."

They had thoroughly exhausted their travel-lust somewhere in Borneo. The
girls wanted to be back in America. Willow had contacted Giles a week into
their journey to explain what had happened and why they were on the run. He
agreed it was probably the best thing.

Xander was nearly sick with wirry when he found out about the stabbing. But
after two months of daily emails, the boy was satisfied his best friend was
safe.

The foursome had even managed to help the evil-addled along the way.
Apparently the Powers That Be didn't care how far Cordy was from L.A., she
still got the brain-splitting visions, which Willow, Spike and Angel were
more than happy to help her recover from.

"We could forget this and just get a new place," Spike offered.

"We'll be fine," Cordy grinned. She kissed the blonde gently as they walked
through the door. "Really."

The rennovations were complete. Angel's apartment was now three times the
size it had been. The girls clasped hands as they wandered toward the room
that had been Angel's. It was a study now.

"Where do we sleep?" Willow asked.

"Right through here," Angel said, pointing through the kitchen. The girls
scampered over the new blue tiles on the floor to a large door. They opened
it. There was a huge bed with a maroon comforter and lots of pillows.

They squealed and jumped up and down on the matress. Spike grinned and dove
in after them. they settled on either side of him.

"A new bed for new memories," Spike said.

"And just think about the memories we could make in this bed," Willow
grinned. Spike gasped as Willow nibbled on his earlobe and Cordy began
playing with his shirt buttons.

"Welcome home, my loves," Angel said, climbing on the bed with them.
"Welcome home," the chorused.

THE END

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