"You guys do the same, and you might catch her one day." Angel played back Andrew's words over and over in his head. Andrew was right it was time for Angel to move on. As he sat there continuing to convince himself to start anew he began to dig himself an even larger whole.
If Buffy's moved on then why can't I move on? But then again we are talking about the very same girl who "moved" right on to Spike. Decisions like that that make me worry about her. STOP. Move one. But what is there to move on to? The only other women I ever loved are either dead and or a creature of some sort. Most women probably wouldn't even want to be near me let alone be attracted to me. Cordelia was my last hope for ever having anything close to what I had with Buffy... and she's gone. How the hell am I supposed to move on?
Angel continued to brood over the topic the rest of day. It wasn't until later that night when Angel finally snapped out of it.
Maybe I can't move on to another woman but I can move on with my life. I have to move on with my life. If not for me then at least for those around me that are still here and that I love.
The moment Angel made this resolution Connor stepped through the door.
"Hey Angel," Connor began as he turned the corner. When he saw his father sitting there he knew he was in another one of his "brooding" moods and it probably had something to do with the slayer. Angel looked up at him as if in a daze. Connor continued slowly.
"Um...Spike says there's some serious demon ass kicking going down across town and he wanted some...help. But if you're..."
Angel quickly snapped out of it when he realized what Connor was saying.
"Yeah, sorry, of course," Angel grabbed his jacket off the chair and headed for the door. "Let's go."
"Hey, are you going to be okay?" asked Connor as they hopped into Angels black convertible.
"I think so." Angel replied. "It's time for me to move on. So why don't we go kick some demon ass."
"Sounds good to me," Connor smiled.
Meanwhile, Buffy was halfway around the world wondering if she could do the same thing.
Ah, moving on. That's what I came to Rome for right; to move on? Then why do I still have that funny sinky feeling in my stomach that's not right. I mean, Rome is wonderful. It's a place full of romance and history and beauty. I even met somebody. Of course, he is the Immortal and once again I end up dating someone undead but that's not the point right? What is the point? I came here to get away from all that...that being my undead lovers of the past. I can't believe Spike is...alive or whatever it is you want to call it. Oh, I wish Andrew never told me. I really didn't need that right now. What was up Angel and Spike together? Angel hates Spike and Spike hates Angel. And I hate...neither of them. Oh, now what am I going to do? I know, just ignore it. Pretend like they were never here and Andrew never told you. Although, it is kind of cute that Angel cried when he found out about me and...STOP. Move on.
"Hey Buffy," Andrew called from the next room. "You've got a phone call. Long distance, I think it's Xander."
Why would Xander be calling? Xander would only call if there was something wrong and what could be wrong? There is no more Sunnydale let alone a Sunnydale demon thingy? Of course, you never now what's lurking around the rest of the world, Rome is the perfect example of that.
"Hey Xander, what's up?" Buffy asked with a slight hint of concern in her voice.
"Buffy, I'm sorry to bother you. I know you're moving on with your life
and all, doing as the Romans do. Hey, do they wear togas in Rome anymore? Cause I was thinking of visiting you on my honeymoon."
Buffy laughed at Xander's obvious nervous tone and ramblings on. That's when she realized what Xander had actually said.
"Honeymoon? Xander are you getting married?" asked Buffy appalled that Xander had never told her about any of this before. However, it was not often that they could get the chance.
"Yes, well at least I think I am... this time." Xander choked on his last words and Buffy remembered what happened the last time he attempted a trip to the altar. "I'm sorry I haven't told you before Buff, I guess I just didn't want to curse it, ya know? I figured it's about time for me to move on."
Buffy smiled. "I understand. So when's the big day?"
"Oh, yes of course. I didn't know your address there so I just thought I'd invite you over the phone. It's next month, the 25th, and the ceremony will be here in LA I would love it if you came. Everybody will be there..." Xander stopped as he realized that not everybody they once knew and loved could attend anymore. "...well you know and, um, Dawn and Andrew are invited of course. I understand though if you cant' make it. You do live out there and..."
"No Xander, I would never dream of missing your big day. Besides I wanna meet this lucky girl of yours."
"Great," Xander replied relieved that the hard part seemed to be all over and done with. "Do you need a place to stay?"
"Actually, I think I might just get a hotel room somewhere in LA. It's your wedding and for some reason I feel like being pampered. You know I'll do the whole honeymoon suite thing and room service, since you're the one, once again, getting married before me. I think I deserve it."
"Okay," Xander chuckled "Call me when you get to LA and we can get together before the wedding. We have a lot of that reunion stuff to do. And, oh, hey, Buffy... Willow and Giles are coming from London so I'm sure they'd love to do some catching up with you too. See ya soon."
"Bye," Buffy smiled as she hung up the phone. Xander was genuinely happy. He was moving on and Buffy couldn't help but share his enthusiasm. She decided that she couldn't wait much longer; she would leave for LA next week.
Here's to moving on.