Later that evening...

"Don't think they're at risk anymore, Pet."

She smiled when she saw him sitting on what had become their park bench. He was stretched out with his hands clasped behind his head, his legs crossed at the ankle in front of him.

"No," she said, taking the seat beside him. "I don't suppose they are."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Kit's eyes darting between the two graves. The grass had grown in thick in front of the stones. She saw a small spray of white lillies laying in front of Grace's stone.

"You didn't have to do that," she whispered.

He looked at her, willing her to meet his eyes. How had she known?

"You, uh... you mentioned that white lillies were your sister's favorite flower," she told him.

She remembered. For some reason, that surprised him.

"You... you should have run the first night you met me," he admitted to her.

"And why would I run?"

"Because of what--"

"I know what you are," she said quickly, effectively cutting him off. She met his his eyes and his challenge. "But more important, I know who you are. And that's why I haven't run."

He cocked his head to the side and continued to stare at her.

"Is that the military training? Or are you just fearless by nature?"

She grinned. She was truly amused by him.

"Maybe a little of both," she offered. "Either way, I'm grateful for you, William. You kept me strong." She locked her blue-green eyes on his and he saw something familiar in them that he just couldn't place. "You kept me alive, William."

Early the following evening...

"Oh, wow. I just love your place. It's so homey," smiled the nervous red-head.

Kit watched the little looks exchanged between Willow and her sister. Willow seemed to bring Tara out of her shell. That was definately of the good.

"So, you met at UC Sunnydale?" she asked, handing the girls Cokes.

"Yeah, at a Halloween party actually," Willow replied.

"So, what are you going to be when you grow up?" Kit found herself asking with a smirk. Tara had already told her a little bit about Willow's abilities as a witch.

"Oh, uh... well, I'm going to school for biochemistry."

"That would make sense," Kit smiled. "Could come in handy if the whole witchy thing doesn't work out."

Tara flashed a grin at Willow, letting her know that Kit was just teasing her. She really hadn't told Willow much about her family. She knew about their father. And Tara had touched briefly on her mother's death. But she never said a lot about Kit. She had debriefed her on the way over to Kit's house.

"So, uh, you should come to our Scooby meeting tonight, Kit," Willow invited. "We could use all the help we could get and I'm sure Giles would be happy to have another witch on hand."

Kit glanced up at the clock. She could probably squeeze in a quick hello on her way to meet William. It had become a ritual with them and it was one that she looked forward to each night. Some nights, he was there waiting for her. Others, he arrived late. But he always showed up.