Okay, so I lied. This part is not long, but hey, it's not short either. Oh yea, and it's also the last chapter. :D

And one normal, out of the ordinary, so not like Angel kind of date she got. Normal in Angel's small dictionary meant silent treatments, burying head deep into sixth century old books and dwelling on the days of old. This was not Angel. Heck, this wasn't even her. This definitely couldn't be right. Never would have Angel picked this place if he had been blindfolded, evil and anything more than the dork he was. But here they were as Angel tugged her hand again to make her start walking again. She had imagined him picking something out of the ordinary like a high profile dance club or an expensive restaurant, and those were out of the ordinary for him, but they weren't at any of those. No, they were at the pier, of all places. She didn't expect this. Sure, it was out of the ordinary for him but she had ruled it out because Angel was allergic to fun.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting in line."

"For what?" She asked, squeezing on his hand tight and digging her nails into his palm to make sure he was perfectly happy.

"The Ferris Wheel. Isn't that what people do on dates at the pier? Go on the Ferris Wheel?" He turned around and looked at her, his hand still attached to hers.

"I guess so." She shrugged her shoulders. "Angel, I haven't been to the pier since..."

"I know." He finished for her and trailed off, reminded of her recollection and his. She had talked non stop about her date with Groo that night and he had hated it, but tolerated it because if he had interrupted her, the glare would come out and he would be dust before he knew it. She talked of the prizes he had won her, the elephant ears that she was so fond of he bought her and the midnight kiss that Angel and Wesley had zoned out for the details of. But this wasn't her date with Groo, this was different. This was Angel. Angel brushed his lips upon her forehead as the Ferris Wheel attendant ushered them to the next cart.

"Angel?"

"Hmmm?" He sat down beside her as the attendant sealed them into the cart and looked at her profile. The wind was minimal, but at the moment her growing shoulder length hair was flying into the wind and she looked amazing; like she belonged to the night. A definite plus for Angel, since he already did.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For this." Cordelia turned her head and let him have a smile before the wheel started to turn, lifting them up above the busy pier to take a look out into the ocean and half of downtown Los Angeles. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"I'm all ears."

"I was never really fond of heights." Cordelia confided in him and then turned to face him again with a big smile on her face. "Until now."

"You were hungry." Angel watched from the side as Cordelia shoved another handful of drowned in salt and ketchup French fries from the second plate of the night down her throat. He leaned forward in the booth, taking a hold of the coffee cup in his spare hand and looked at her eating the greasy food from the corner street diner.

"What can I say?" He managed to decipher from her muffled language.

"Is that all for you today?" The waitress came up to their booth and asked, popping her gum in the most annoying matter.

"Cordy?"

"Oh, uh, I think so. Yeah." She smiled back at him as the waitress refilled his coffee cup and left the check on the edge of the table.

Cordelia dabbed some more fries into the ketchup and inserted them into her mouth and then reached for her extra-large double chocolate milkshake.

"So, you had fun?"

"Yeah, I did. Thanks. Even thought Lorne and Fred planned it all."

"Hey, I planned some."

"Which part? The part where you set off all the pinball machines or the part where you whined to the games director about not winning that oversized teddy bear that you really didn't need anyhow?" She tilted her head, motioning over to the large blue and white teddy bear sitting across from them in the booth.

"You're mean."

"Hey, I'm Cordelia Chase."

"The Cordelia Chase."

"You know me best." Cordelia finished off the plate of fries, pushing them to the side and grabbed a hold of the glass, sipping on the shake a bit more.

"Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"And I love you."

After a few more drinks of the shake and ten seconds of silence, she had to ask the question that she had had in her mind she the last phone call with Gretchen.

"You still saving me?"

"Until the end of time, I will be saving you." He reassured her for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"Good." She looked back up at him and again gave him one of her signature smiles that he loved and then leaned into his frame.

It seemed like her saving party was over, like everything was coming together. Half of that was true. And the whole truth of it was that it was all the beginning. They sat there for another hour or so before starting back to the hotel where they both knew Fred and Lorne would be up waiting for details. So, hand in hand and heart to heart, they were promising each other things that were better left unsaid; the silent thank you's and I love you's through the wavelengths of the air. And they were saving all the I will save you's for a rainy day. Because they knew they would need them.

Cordelia looked once more over and up to Angel, smiling when she caught eye of the bear he was holding.

"So, what should we name him?" She inquired.

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"I think...we should leave it up to Fred."

Author's Note

When I started this story, I wasn't really sure where it was going. I just knew that I wanted to see the AI Team, mostly Angel and Cordelia, to be seen as humans and not supernatural superheroes that we see them being everyday.

And I thank all of you who have taken time out from your lives to read my little piece of fantasy and to all who gave me feedback, because that's what us writers live on. Thank you, because if you hadn't responded, you probably wouldn't have seen anymore of this beyond the first chapter.

Again, I thank you and God bless.

Finito