Ta Da, here it is, the 5th and final chapter, at long last. Sorry it took me while to get it up but what with school and work and what have you there are some things that have to wait.

Anywho, enough of my rambling and on with the story!

'Oh God, Angel', breathed Wesley, taking the few last steps towards his friend and dropping to his knees on the blood soaked floor of the alleyway, a slight smile breaking out on hid face in spite of himself. 'Oh God'.

Wesley looked into the vampire's eyes and saw that they were streaked with confusion. 'No, this isn't..., you're not..., you can't be..., I..., Illyria' panted Angel, despite the fact that it was theoretically impossible, unable to form word, the pain his battle wounds now taking over his mind, pain so great that trying to believe that what he was seeing in front of him was true was the only thing he could do to stop himself from passing out.

'Angel?' Wesley repeated, but this time his voice was tinged with worry, it was obvious now to him that something was seriously wrong with the soulful vampire. 'Try and stand up'.

He reached out to touch Angel's hand, wishing so much that he could just heal the vampire, make it all go away, but even as his fingers glided the very skin of his arm Wesley felt what seemed like a bolt of lightening passing through his own arm and quickly spreading throughout his own body, as if someone was pouring some sort of hot, fluid liquid down every joint and muscle in his skeleton.

'Wesley?' Angel questioned, amazed by the power that that seeping through his body that appeared to be coming from the Englishman, 'What the...?.

But Wesley didn't answer, couldn't was too mesmerised by the energy, the power, coursing through his veins, power, power like his had never felt before, power that he had only dreamed of. He stared at his hands, watching in astonishment as a pulsing orange glow started to form there, slowly working its way up his body. He had almost forgotten that Angel was there, until he heard a soft moan issue from the vampire. Frowning slightly, he cast his eyes down to the vampire, and gasped.

Angel was in heaven. At least, that what it felt like. This new found power that what pulsing throughout his body was like nothing his had ever experienced before, the sensation that it was creating inside of him seemed to be lifting him somewhere, somewhere high above the alleyway littered with the scattered remains of his comrades, high above the pain and despair that he was feeling only seconds earlier, high above the world, high above -

Wesley broke contact

Wesley?

And it all came pouring back.

'Wesley, God, what - what the Hell was that'.

Wesley glazed down at his hands, the orange glow gone now, body returned to normal as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. And suddenly he knew.

'Vail'

'What?' replied Angel, the utter despair he was feeling only minutes ago now replaced by mild curiosity.

'Vail. He brought me back, unintentionally, I killed him again, it must have given me some sort of power, must have made me strong or something.'

'Well', grinned Angel, looking down at his body, 'certainly cured me.'

'Yeah', Wesley replied, still lost in his own world.

SNAP

Back to reality.

'No. I mean, where are the others, are they....?'

'Oh', answered Angel, suddenly remembering the loss of his loved ones as grief took over his body once more. 'Yeah, their...'

'Dead'

'Yeah. Like we should be.'

'Probably'.

'Um, Wes'

'What?'

'Is this a dream?'

Wesley looked curiously at Angel.

'No', replied the ex - watcher, 'just grief I think'

'Grief always does come out in the strangest of ways'.

'Yes, it does.'

'So we're all alone. Just the two of us?' Angel raised his eyes to Wesley's

Wesley smiled bitterly, looking into Angel's eyes. 'Yes. It seems all we have is each other.' Then it struck him. 'God, Angel, we're the only ones, theirs no one. There is no one else in this whole world, no one else expect for you and me.'

'No', Angel smiled weakly, 'God no. I mean, Doyle, Cordelia, Fred, Gunn, Spike, Lorne, all gone, just gone. There is no one left in this world that I love, no one here that I love and who loves me back. Not even Buffy, you heard what Andrew said, she doesn't trust me. I have no where to go, no where to be, and 'at this point Angel laughed from the irony of it all 'no one to save'.

Wesley slumped down next to the brooding vampire, again resting a hand upon Angel's, but this time not feeling the tingle in his.

'Guess it only works when I want it to.'

'Guess so.'

Angel suddenly became acutely aware of the fact that Wesley's other hand seemed to have located his thigh, and moved his own free arm so that it was resting on Wesley's thigh.

'Wesley'

'Hmmm?'

'You sure this isn't a dream?'

'No'

'Good'

'Why?'

'Because I want to give you something'

Wesley turned his head slightly so that he was looking at Angel and raised an eyebrow, 'and what is that exactly?'

As an answer, Angel leant into Wes, and titling his head to one side, leant in for a long, slow kiss. He moved his body round to get better leverage as the kiss continued, opening his mouth to let Wesley's tongue slide in as the Englishman returned the favour with fully. Angel moved the hand from Wesley's thigh to the left and up a bit, making the ex watcher moan into Angel's mouth, doing the same to Angel and earning an equally enthusiastic reply.

'God, Wesley' Angel breathed in Wesley's mouth, 'what the hell are we doing?'

'Savouring the moment' replied Wesley, and which that he pulled Angel down onto the ground, ignoring the bones snapped beneath him and the rain still pounding down in sheets.

So that was it, there they were. Two champions, two heroes, united in a way that they never thought they would be. And as clothes quickly disappeared and they displayed their feeling once and for all they were lost in the moment.

Because now, all they had was each other, and in a strange way, maybe that's all they ever needed.

Ok, ok, I know it's weird, but I just couldn't help myself. Review and I'll love you forever, xBacktoFrontx