"Hold on to the night

Hold on to the memory I wish that I could give you something more That I could be yours" -Richard Marx

Buffy came home from the library feeling happier than she had in a long time. She heard something upstairs and went towards the sound feeling confused. Spike was inside her room packing his things. "Spike?" she asked. He turned towards her shutting his suitcase. "You're leaving?"

"It's better this way," he said.

"You weren't going to say goodbye?"

"Were you?"

"I didn't know where you were. I haven't seen you for a week. But, I would have."

"Well I'm here and you're here so bye," he started to leave but found that he couldn't. "Luv, I really don't want to go leave but I can't watch you with him." Buffy felt like she had been hit. This was exactly what she had told Angel about Dru. "We have eternity so I'll see you." He stepped over to her and kissed her gently.

"Goodbye Spike," she said. He gave her a smile and walked away. She sat down listening as he went downstairs, shut the door, and walked out of her life. The tears came when she heard the DeSoto driving away. Angel came into the room about fifteen minutes later. He saw her crying and didn't ask any questions. He simply held her until her tears ceased. She very faintly heard an old Richard Marx song float through the air. Hold on to the night, she thought. She looked into Angel's eyes. She would never tell him but she would never forget the one night she shared with Spike.

"I love you Buffy," Angel whispered.

She smiled and kissed him. "I love you too." Their mouths met again and she allowed herself to forget Spike if just for a while. She would see him again and for now she could just be with the love of her life and be happy.