Disclaimer: Yeah yeah, I know...I don't own anything...Bite me... Joss Whedon is the mastermind behind Buffy... stop bragging you sci-fi series genius you... Besides, even if you did sue, you'd get nothing but like 4 crates of uberly old stuffed animals that I'm too much of a pack rat to throw away and some chick clothes... You can't have my CDs...I'll fight you... Grr...agh...MINE!!! Okay...that said...I still own nothing...

A/N: OKay, only one more chapter to go...aww...So, if you haven't been before, please review now to give me some final support before the story ends. Thanks.

A/N 2: Sorry it took me so long but I used teh word shit in one of my summaries and they banned me from posting for a really long time. So, my apologies.

Everyone else had arrived sometime in the night and were sleeping around the room; Willow was curled up in Oz's arms whimpering in a troubled dream. Angel's eyes flew to Buffy's face. Her hand twitched under his and he held it to him, her eyelids flickered, fighting to open.

"That's right, fight it. Fight the darkness. Come back to me." He whispered. And with a final effort Buffy opened her bright blue eyes and looked up into the ecstatic face of her boyfriend. "Thank god." Angel kissed her and she smiled weakly up at him. "Guys! Get up! She's awake!"

Everyone jumped up and ran over to Buffy crying with joy, Willow threw herself on top of her best friend and hugged her as if she'd never let go. Xander pulled Willow off of Buffy then hugged her himself, but gently. He kissed her cheek then stepped back, smiling happily.

"So, guys," Buffy said hoarsely, "what'd I miss? I feel like I haven't seen you in such a long time."

Her friends and mother laughed, reassured. "A month and a half actually. We thought you were going to die. You scared us." Willow told her, tears of joy and pent up worry running down her cheeks.

"Sorry Will, everyone..." She paused. "So...Did we win?" Buffy asked weakly, "Wait, of course we did. You're all still alive, silly question...oops...um...Hi mom!" She said, noticing her mother's presence. Joyce smiled, cupping Buffy's face in her hands, kissing her cheek happily.

"Hello, Buffy." Buffy glanced at Giles, knowing that she'd slipped. She'd mentioned slaying in front of her mother. "It's alright, Buffy, Mr. Giles told me about your being the Slayer." Buffy heaved a sigh of relief, gasping at the sharp pain she felt.

"Hey, don't do that! That mean old table smashed a couple of your ribs. Those things don't heal overnight you know....or in a month and a half...." Willow admonished her. Buffy smiled and nodded, leaning back against the pillow. She glanced over at Angel and smiled; she'd missed him most. He stroked her hand with his thumb, smiling back at her.

"I'm glad to see you awake, Buffy. You had us all very worried." Giles said and smiled at Buffy gently. Buffy smiled back in a tired sort of way.

"We'll go get the doctor and tell him you're awake." Joyce said. "Come on Mr. Giles; let's leave the children to talk." Joyce smiled, stroking Buffy's cheeks as she followed behind Giles.

Buffy smiled a little and hid a yawn. "Did we lose anyone?" She asked in concern.

"No, we didn't. Everyone made it out without much injury...except you." Xander responded.

"I'm okay now. I was lost for awhile, but I found my way back to you, with a bit of help." She glanced at Angel, who smiled at her.

"Well, look at you two little love birds. How cute." Xander said and they laughed, Buffy gasped in pain and hugged her sides.

"Don't! Buffy, try to relax. You're a Slayer, not a god." He gently pushed her back against the pillow. "You just woke up from a month and a half long coma, chill for awhile! Stop trying to scare us half to death." Angel reprimanded her. Buffy nodded, smiling weakly as her eyelids began to droop. Angel kissed her forehead, "Get some rest; we'll see you in the morning." Slowly, Buffy closed her eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Angel sat on his bed in his crypt and touched his chest for about the millionth time, just to make sure that the heartbeat had not been a dream. It was still there and his skin felt warm to the touch. Angel was ecstatic. For the first time in centuries his heart was beating and he didn't have a craving for blood. Angel silently thanked the mysterious voice from his dream for the ten millionth time since the dream. Suddenly he heard the voice resonating in his mind. "You are welcome Angel." Angel smiled to himself then walked out into the graveyard to watch the sun rise. 'I'll have to find a new place to live now." He thought, 'And I can get a job. A day job. Or I could hang out with Buffy during the day.' The possibilities were endless.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: Okay, this is almost it... I wonder if this sort of thing has been done before? Turning Angel human? Oh well, if it has, no plagiarism intended. Oh well, I just thought it'd be cool if there was a way for Angel and Buffy to be together. Let me know what you think!