AN: In response to the review by SinisterChic Heather Martin, do you really think I would kill her off after I got them together. Just keep reading. It gets better.

"It's been an hour. Is he ever going to come out of there? We need to do something with her before dawn." Angel stands staring at the door wondering what Spike could be doing to HIS Buffy.

Everyone arrived shortly after Buffy died and has been waiting somewhat impatiently for Spike to leave the room so they can take care of the remains of their friend. Angel wonders why everyone is so reluctant to force Spike out of the room. He cleaned up the 'battle zone' before they arrived, not wanting to see the blood any longer either.

"Angel. How much do you know about Spike?" Willow is wondering if he knew just how close he was to Buffy.

"Not much. Just for some strange reason, he really wanted to help Buffy. Maybe he really has changed."

"A lot more than you think. Come here."

Willow leads Angel to the room where Buffy is and quietly opens the door. Spike is curled up on the bed holding Buffy to him and rocking her, bloody tear tracks running down his face and tears still flowing from his eyes. He doesn't even hear them, he's so consumed with grief. Angel stares at the odd couple before him for several minutes in silence.

"He loves her, doesn't he? …Did she... She told him she did. …But did she really…"

"I think you need to speak with Spike."

"Later. I know what he must feel like."

Angel stands there staring at his grand-childe with his love and finding himself hoping that Buffy did feel something for him if he took her death this hard. Not love, but something. He doesn't think he could handle it if she loved him, but at least care for him in some way. She just couldn't have meant what he thought he heard. Maybe he heard wrong. Just maybe…