AN: Ok, so I've been watching a lot of Buffy and Angel and the idea for a fanfic had been roaming my mind. Seeing how my lovely insomnia has decided to come up again, I thought that I'd go ahead and write one.

It takes place after season 7 of Buffy. I'm almost done with season 4 of Angel, so I'm sorry if things don't match up.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Please R&R! No flames!

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the idea for the story.

Gotta Be That Someone

by

BigBadWolfyBoy

"True love stories never have endings." ~Unknown~

"Angel," Buffy said, catching my attention once more, and I turned to look at her, the Slayer, the one woman I'd never been able to stop loving, "Sometimes, I do think that far ahead," she admitted.

A faint smile crossed my lips. "I ain't getting any younger," I replied, then turned and walked off into the all familiar cemetery of Sunnydale. I would've been lying if I said that my pride wasn't hurt by her rejection of my help to defeat the first...and by learning that she'd come to care for Spike.

As I drove back to L.A., I thought about what'd she'd told me to do, be the second force if she failed. The First was probably one of the worst Big Bad's she'd faced since my departure to L.A., but deep down, I knew Buffy wouldn't fail. She was a Champion; like me. But, I certainly wasn't prepared for what came next...

--- A week later ---

I sat inside my room in the hotel, the place only lit by a few candles, while my feet rested up on the desk as I reclined in my comfortable chair, an old leather bound book in hand. It was a rare occasion when the city of Los Angeles could allow the gang and I a night off.

Fred and Wesley where downstairs researching something, or so I guessed. Gunn and Connor had gone off to patrol, and Lorne was out and about tapping his resources for information. I turned the page and sighed contently. Although I'd never admit it to the others, I'd really needed more times like this.

With another page done, I flipped to the next one, getting as far as three words before someone was knocking on my door. Everyone in the inner circle knew that I could tell who was at the door before they even got a chance to knock, but as I picked up the scent, my brow knitted. I slowly set down my book and inhaled again, deeper this time, the familiar, intoxicating smell causing me to stand as if a spell of some sort had been placed upon me.

The door was unlocked and I stood motionless as the knob turned. Though my heart didn't beat, the ghost of the feeling occurred, and all I could do was watch as the door was pushed open, revealing a smiling, albeit a bit tired looking, Buffy.

"Angel," she whispered, stepping into the room, the door shutting behind her.

Her voice brought me out of my trance and I took a step towards her, "Buffy."

Next thing I knew, I'd closed the gap between us in three long strides, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her so passionately, everything surrounding us fell away. I felt her arms encircle my neck, pulling me down closer, a moan escaping her before her slender digits weaved their way into my dark hair, and the moment lingered until she had to pull back for air. I looked down into those beautiful, mesmerizing hazel eyes of hers, searching them.

Her lips curled into a smile. "It's over, Angel. The First is defeated. Sunnydale, the Hellmouth, it's all gone."

"I knew you could do it, Buffy. You've...you've got so much strength," I said. "But why...?"

"Why am I here?" At my nod she continued. "When it was all over and we all looked out at what used to be the reason for all the turmoil, I was asked what I was going to do now that I knew that that chapter was over."

I suppressed the smile pulling at my lips. "And what was your decision?"

"That I'd start a new one. A new chapter, here in Los Angeles...with you."

The smile broke through on it's own accord. "And the others?" I asked, a brow rising. "Dawn, Willow, Xander, Faith...?"

"Well, Willow and Giles are downstairs talking with Wesley and Fred, Dawn and Xander are talking to Lorne, and Faith is waiting for someone named Gunn to arrive."

I swallowed, a lump forming in my throat. Connor. Had Faith told her about him? "Buffy, there's, uh, there's something I need to tell you."

"Angel," she pressed a finger to my lips. "I got the whole update from Faith. She told me about your son, Connor."

My gaze dropped to the carpeted floor. "And?"

"And, I think that you being able to be a dad, despite the wacky circumstances they occurred under, is a wonderful thing. Besides, I'm sure Dawn and the other Slayers would love to fawn over a boy more around their age."

I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding and then leaned down, pressing my lips to hers once again, letting it linger before breaking it gently. "So, what exactly are you proposing, Ms. Summers?"

"This hotel, this city, it's big enough for the both of us. It'll house the Slayers that are here with us until Giles works out a more suitable arrangement, plus they'll really get out in the field." She met my gaze. "Angel, I want to be with you. Only you."

"But, Buffy, my...you know what'll happen if we..." I stepped away, moving to lean against the wall. "Willow just restored my soul before I saw you, that's why Wesley broke Faith out of prison, because she needed to control Angelus...I..."

She fished out a potion bottle from the pocket of her cargo pants. "Angel, I know what the risk is...and that's why Giles got a hold of the Coven back in England and they brewed up a potion that would ensure that you're soul stayed where it belonged, inside you."

I looked at the bottle then back to her, arms crossing over my chest as I thought about what she'd just told me. She held the potion out to me and I took it, moving the bottle carefully around in my hand, looking at it, thinking hard for a moment, before meeting her gaze.

"And what if it doesn't work?" I asked, knowing that I wouldn't be able to live with myself if Angelus was set loose again and I'd...he'd hurt her like he had before.

Buffy walked over to me, placing her hand gently upon my cheek, the gesture suddenly managing to calm the storm of emotions that had sprung forth inside me. "There's only one way to find out."

I nodded and then unscrewed the lid and quickly downed the liquid, knowing that most potions weren't exactly the most flavorful things in the world. A warm feeling spread throughout my body, I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, and when it was over, I opened them to find Buffy smiling up at me.

"Trust yourself, Angel," Buffy whispered, her hot breath feathering my lips. "And trust me."

"I do trust you," I said, lips skimming hers gently. "I love you, Buffy."

Her answer was a kiss that held such vivacity in it that it seemed as though she'd been lost in a desert for ages and I was the cool spring that would quench her thirst. As we fumbled and groped our way over to my bed, clothes leaving a trail in our wake, some part of me knew that somehow, it'd all work out in the end.

And hours later, as she laid in my arms, head resting on my chest, a hand tracing circles on my bare flesh, I realized that this was far better than the Sanshu prophecy. Being with Buffy, knowing that we could make love with one another without serious repercussions, was the best fate that I could ever want or get.

"Now this, this is paradise," she said, looking up to me.

I smiled and tucked a stray strand of her blond hair behind one ear, "Yes, my love, this is paradise."

THE END...?

AN: So, let me know what you think. Please review! No flames!