Title: Final

Author: Innocence

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A/N: I realize that I have pretty much dropped off the face of the earth, in the Buffy fandom, if anyone noticed, but this fic kept calling to me to finish it so here it goes. Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter twelve, and to those people who reviewed months after my last update. The review alerts kept popping up in my inbox just often enough to not let me forget about TOO. And as a little self plug – I just got a Live Journal! It's Addiction Through Unreality.

On with the story!

"I think you should patrol tonight, Buffy, Cordelia." Giles said to the girls, his eyes never leaving the dead watcher in the middle of the library floor.

"I don' think that's a good idea," Spike answered Giles' non-question to the slayers. Giles turned and faced the vampire.

"And why the hell not!?" Giles asked through gritted teeth. There was no reason why the arrogant British vampire should have been questioning his authority. Especially on decisions about his Slayers.

Spike stared at the watcher and nodded to the two Slayers. Mixtures of horror, disgust, and satisfaction were flickering across both their faces. Buffy's eyes were wide in disbelief and had one hand clasped to her mouth and the other firmly gripping Cordelia's hand. Angel was still stroking Cordy's long wavy tresses in an effort to keep her as calm as she was at the moment. Her eyes were closed in a slight grimace.

"Everyone should probably just go home," Xander suggested shakily, looking quite like he was about to throw up, and mingle the blood on the floor with vomit.

"I agree with Xander," Giles sighed. The looks on the two pretty girls faces had changed his mind. It wasn't every night you find out your friend or yourself is involved in a huge ancient prophesy deal, and then witness a suicide. "Go home, but make sure you're all back here by 5:30 AM tomorrow."

They all started to protest but Giles held up a hand to silence them, "Xander, Buffy, Cordelia, stay out of the library until then. Angel, Spike, come through the sewers if you have to, just be here,"

"Of course Giles, we'll be here," Buffy replied for all of them, having shaken off her shock. Cordy nodded in agreement, her eyes open but Angel's hand still in his hair. Probably for his own benefit, more then hers.

Giles shook his head wirily, the girls had resilience, "Good, Good," Giles walked into his office muttering.

"Let's go," Buffy pulled Cordelia out of Angel's strong arms. "You should stay with me, so we can protect each other,"

"Yeah okay, it'll be like a slumber party," Cordy grinned despite everything happening, "Can you wait outside for a sec, I'll be right there,"

Buffy nodded and walked to the doors where Xander was standing, giving the body a wide berth. Spike followed, shooting a look to his Sire and stepping over the bloody corpse of the fallen watcher.

"Thanks," Cordelia whispered, looking up at Angel through her long, dark lashes.

"For what?" Angel asked, his tone gentle and his proverbial heart pounding at how gorgeous she looked. His hands were just itching to paint her.

"For helping me to calm down, asking me if I was alright," She sighed and shrugged, "for being here I guess."

"Your wel…" He was cut off by Cordelia's lips on his. She placed a small chaste kiss on his lips then backed away. Angel didn't even have time to react.

" 'Night Angel," She gave him a huge smile then left the library. Angel touched the tips of his fingers to his tingling lips. She kissed me. Her lips had been so soft, like velvet. The kiss had been like a velvet caress, and it had been perfect.

"See ya bright and early Buffster," Xander grinned at the blonde slayer, then he looked at Spike, "See you bright, Junior,"

"Love you too, whelp," Spike called after the boy as he headed down the block to his house.

"Don't mind him, he's just jealous," Buffy patted Spike's leather clad shoulder, knowing he didn't give a crap whether Xander 'The Whelp' Harris liked him or not.

"Jealous of what, pet," Spike asked, cocking his head to the side like a Cocker Spaniel figuring out the mystery of life.

"That I'll never do this to him." Buffy tipped her head up to him, and cupped his chill, smooth pale cheek in her lightly tanned hand. Slowly she brought her lips to his and started to kiss him.

Spike almost moaned at the warmth of her mouth, and replied by running his tongue across her lips, coaxing her to part her lips. She did, and Spike looked down to see her eyes were closed. He kissed he gently, caressing her pink lips with his own, and letting her tongue explore his mouth while she did the same.

"A hem!" Buffy and Spike pulled apart hurriedly to see Cordelia grinning evilly at them, and a stunned Angel standing not too far behind her.

The pair looked at each other, and Spike gave her a kind smirk. Buffy glanced back to Angel and Cordy and cleared her throat.

"See you tomorrow Spike," Buffy reached out and tugged on Cordy's arm, and they exchanged tiny, secret smiles.

"Night Slayer," He nodded at Cordy, "You be careful at her place. She's an animal,"

Cordelia rolled her eyes, and Buffy glared, "You're a pig,"

"I know, all the women love it. It's quite fashionable these days," he winked at her. Buffy stepped back to him, and slapped him across the head. Her hand made a satisfying thraup! and she stepped back to Cordelia, who was grinning. Together, they walked down the sidewalk, stakes out, not even bothering to look back at the two vampires they left behind.

Said vampires watched them go until they were out of sight.

"You and Buffy?" Angel asked, still looking down the street.

"You and Hottie?" Spike copycatted.

Angel sighed, "I hate you,"

"Why? This works out pretty well for both of us," Spike wiggled his eyebrows.

"How so?" Angel asked, amused.

"Now you aren't the only vampire to be in cahoots with the enemy, and even with that, you're still more of a freak then me. Plus, we have some really hot chicks,"

Buffy's alarm squealed right as the digits read five o'clock. Buffy reached over and slapped on the snooze before reaching to the end of the bed to shake Cordelia awake.

"Cordy we have to go, come on get up," Cordy rolled over and opened her eyes into the early morning darkness. Her shadowy hazel eyes were cloudy with sleep and her floppy bun had come loose, letting tendrils of cocoa hair were falling into her eyes.

"You look like crap," Cordelia yawned tiredly. Buffy scrubbed her face with her hands, "I know, just do take a shower so I can too. Then we'll be back to our perfect selves,"

Cordelia nodded and slowly got out of bed, trotting to the bathroom wearing a pair of Buffy's PJ's that were slightly small on her.

After fifteen minutes they were showered, and Buffy was dressed in black capris, Vans sneakers, and a white ¾ sleeve t-shirt. Cordelia however was still wrapped in a maroon towel, dripping wet.

"You aren't going to have anything that fits me," Cordy sighed, "You're too short,"

"Shut up Cordy. I know I bought some things that didn't fit me awhile ago. Oh here they are!" She handed Cordelia a pair of pale flare blue jeans, and a black t-shirt.

Cordelia stared incredulously at the clothes in her hand, "This is all you have? This is it?"

"Man, you'd think you'd be happy about my generosity," Buffy muttered.

"Fine then,"

Xander was conked out on the table, a fair amount of drool dribbling down his chin to the table. Angel and Spike were lounging tiredly in chairs, their vampire internal clocks thrown off by the day. Giles was frantically sorting through books that were strewn across the counter.

And that's how Cordelia and Buffy found them when they walked in at 5:28.

"Hey everyone," Cordelia yawned again, and plunked down in the chair beside Xander, and shook him awake.

"I wasn't asleep," Xander said as he wiped the drool off his face with his sweatshirt sleeve, and the girls rolled their eyes, and Spike snorted.

"I'm afraid we have a problem," Giles dropped several papers on the table, "The Yastine moved in, the have their assassins on the look out, and the main council is moving in," He pulled his glasses off and wiped at the rings under his eyes.

"They're here?" Angel asked, and Cordelia gave him a small smile.

"Yes, and according to the information given to Shanlth, the have a mansion set up somewhere," He shuffled some papers, "by the docks,"

"So," Buffy started and smirked a patented Spike smirk.

"Let's go get them," Cordy finished.

"Hell yea!" Spike shouted.

There it was, please review and tell me what you thought. Love ya all. And I wrote this during Joan of Arcadia so it took me longer then expected. I was busy screaming and crying over Adam. ~Innocence