Disclaimer: Joss's world, I'm just playing with it.
Heaven
I drifted into the darkness staring into her beautiful, lying eyes. It was not really her. I knew that. But the look on her glamoured face, the taste of her tears falling on my lips, the warmth of her hands, comforted me.
I felt no pain and no fear, though I knew that heaven would allude me just as surely as it would allude any dark creature. I had spilled innocent blood in my life. I had committed crimes for which there was no forgiveness. The last words I heard from her lying lips were that we would be together. But I knew we would not, for I knew her soul rested somewhere else… where the pure, and beautiful, and angelic found peace. I was none of those things. Yet I could not bring myself to feel afraid.
When I felt my heart beat its final note, the darkness suddenly gave way to light and I found myself in her bedroom… the room in which I had held her as she died. So this was to be my hell – a constant assault of her sweet smell and femininity… reminders of her all around me but unable to feel her, to talk to her, to hold her in my arms. To be constantly haunted by the memory of her lips touching mine for the last time; her eyes as she slipped from me – so brave and terrified.
When I heard her voice, I was sure it was just another painful illusion; another tormenting reminder of my love that I would have to endure for all eternity. But I heard it again… her voice saying my name. I turned, and she was there.
"Wesley... My Wesley." She said, and I knew instantly that it was her – her soul personified in the physical form I had come to know and love so deeply. Her eyes shone with the brightness and beauty that Illyria, for all her power, had never been able to emulate.
She approached me, an angel clad in white, her smile lighting up her face. She reached up and put her hand to my cheek.
"I don't understand." I said, unable to keep the tears from falling from my eyes.
She looked at me inquisitively. "You didn't think we'd be together again?" She whispered, her gentle Texas lilt warming the place in my chest where my heart had once beat - was it really only moments ago?
"I didn't think I was worthy to be in the place where you would be." I said. I refused to take my eyes from hers, afraid that she would disappear if I did.
"Why? Wesley, you did so much good in the world." She replied.
"But, I did evil as well." I answered. She shook her head and leaned in, placing her lips to mine – consoling me with her kiss. My arms encircled her and I held her tightly to me, relishing the feel of her in my arms. She was real. In this afterlife – whatever it was - she was real, and whole, and she loved me as deeply as I loved her.
The warmth of her body pressed against mine drew my attention and I realized we were both now naked, our clothes having vanished of their own accord. There was no trepidation or hesitation as I took her up in my arms and laid her down on the bed, coming to rest on top of her. We made love without once taking our eyes from each other, our souls binding as one.
After, as we lay in the silence, her head resting upon my chest where my heart had once beat, I felt the most overwhelming sense of peace – a peace that I intrinsically knew could only come with forever.
An eternity with her. This was my heaven.
The End
A/N: I only recently watched Buffy and Angel for the first time and was immediately captivated with Wes and Fred's relationship. To me, it was the best ship since Ron and Hermione. To say the least, I was devastated at how their relationship was torn asunder after only one episode of them actually being a couple. So I figured, if Joss couldn't give them a happily ever after, I could at least fanfic a happily ever afterlife for them. I hope you enjoyed.