Author: Hana / cordychase
Email: cordeliachase@slayme.com mailto:cordeliachase@slayme.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Buffy, Angel and all other characters are owned by Joss, David, Marti, WB, UPN, and a few other lucky so-and-so's.
Title: Chapter 11: On My Way
Author's Notes: Here's the 11th and final chapter of this story. Just want to give out a BIG thank everyone who read and reviewed this story and also my friends Charlotte, Manoj, Eshanthi, Geshany & Tharika.
Summary: Angel turns human but still stays away from Buffy. 2 Years later they meet up again…


Buffy started taking out her luggage. They were staying in a hotel until her father got an apartment arranged so she wasn't going to unpack everything. She came across a black leather jacket. She pulled it out only to realise it wasn't hers. It was Angel's. She could still remember him giving it to her years ago. She held it close to her. She could still faintly smell his scent on it. A knock on the door interuppted her trail of thoughts. It was from the door that led to the connecting room so she knew it would be her father.
"Come in," she called resting the jacket onto her bed. He did.
"Hey honey."
"Hi Dad. What do you want?"
"Well, there's a coach leaving from the hotel in fifteen minutes which is going to see some sights of Paris. And I'm going so I was wondering whether you would come with me."
"I was unpacking."
"Well, you can always unpack later."
"Um, alright then," she said deciding that even though she wasn't too keen on going at least it would probably stop her thinking of Angel. "Just let me get my bag."

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Buffy stepped onto the pavement with her father. They were getting back onto the bus after visiting the Eiffel Tower. She hadn't thought that she would enjoy herself but some of the sites were really nice, although she had started to get a bit bored of Paris. But some of the actual beauty was lost on her when her mind drifted off to think of Angel. She couldn't help it, but it was started to make her absent-minded and she almost went the wrong way and got lost at the previous stop. Just then she realised that her bag felt lighter than it had when she arrived. She looked inside and realised that Mr. Gordo must have fallen out when she opened it to give her father the camera. She knew she shouldn't have brought it with her on their trip, let alone all the way from America to Paris - she was too old for cuddly toys - but, she knew she would feel strange in a foreign country and she had wanted something to remind her of home.
"Dad?" she said, tapping on his shoulder.
"Yes?"
"I think I left something back there."
"But the bus is about to leave, Buffy."
"Then why don't you go without me. I can always get a cab back to the hotel."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Do you have enough money with you?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Okay, then," he said kissing her forehead. "See you back at the hotel."

She watched as the bus drove away with him in it. She went up to the floor she thought it was on and started looking around. While she was doing that she felt a strange feeling in her gut. It was what she usually felt when Angel was around or even sometimes when she thought of him so she tried to push it away. Then she saw Mr. Gordo in the hands of some man. She couldn't make out who it was because his back was to her.
"Excuse me," she called.
He turned around, his black leather jacket rising in the wind. "Buffy."
"Angel, she whispered. She couldn't believe her eyes, but there he was standing in front of her holding her stuffed pig in his hands. She couldn't think of anything else to say, and so she ended up just staring at him.
"I saw him over there," he gestured behind him, "and thought it was yours." She simply nodded, shocked. "Buffy," he said, taking a step towards her.
"What are you doing here?" she finally said.
"I had to come after you. I-I couldn't let you leave."
"Why not?"
"Because I love you, Buffy."



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Hank Summers gently tapped on the front door of his daughter's hotel room. He wasn't sure whether she would still be awake, and didn't want to wake her if she was. After a few seconds it was opened by her. He noticed she was wearing her jeans with a man's shirt.
"Dad. I thought you would still be out."
Before he could reply he heard a man's voice calling, "Buffy, is it here yet? I-" he stopped when he came into view of Hank. A look growing on his face he noticed that the strange man in his daughter's room wasn't wearing a shirt. His expression grew stern.
"Buffy, can I talk to you?" he said. "Alone."
"Yes, Dad." She took one last look at the man in her room before stepping out and closing the door behind her.





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Buffy stepped of the plane with her duffel bag over her shoulder. She had finally sorted everything out with her dad. Her father wasn't too fond of Angel, but from their few meetings in Paris he had decided to trust him with his daughter. Buffy knew she would miss her Dad, but he said he would visit her whenever he could and sometimes she would go and visit him.
She was still the Slayer but finally she thought that maybe she could deal with that. She saw Angel standing inside, waiting for her. And she ran into his open arms with a smile on her face.
She could feel that they were going to be happy - forever.






THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!

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