Buffy woke up with a moan. She cradled her bruised side and proceeded to get out of bed. I was all so foreign, the creaky bed, the peeling violet wallpaper that surrounded her.

Then she remembered where she was, and the events from the night before flooded back into her mind.

Wesley must have brought her up to the room, she concluded. A water-filled Ziploc bag, the remnants of an ice pack, had leaked onto the sheets. Buffy rubbed at a dusty mirror on the wall and touched her face. The swelling on her lip had gone down, but her eye was still pretty bruised. She looked blotchy and unkempt, not very Buffy-like.

It was probably very early, but then again, it was hard to tell. It was dark outside as usual. Buffy decided that a cup of coffee might wake her up.

"Coffee…coffee…" Buffy searched through cupboards. She had the mug, the pot, the sugar, everything but the magic ingredient.

"There you are." She said out loud, finding a large container of Folgers.

She went towards the courtyard and stopped in her tracks.

Angel leaned against the rail, starring at the dark street in front of him. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him. He turned and saw her.

Buffy starred back at him, desperately trying not to look into his eyes, but failing. It was him; her Angel.

They starred at each other for a few moments, before he spoke.

"Hey." He said shortly.

"Hey."

He had no idea what else to say. Sorry for the black eye?

"I'll bet it's usually peaceful here." She said with out looking at him. She boldly moved closer to the rail; closer to him.

"Yeah, it is."

Buffy sipped at her coffee, taking in its pleasant aroma.

"Buffy I'm-" Angel started.

"Don't. Don't say you're sorry." She quickly interrupted. This time, she met his eyes.

He got frustrated. "What else should I say?"

"I just want to finish my coffee, get Willow, and leave the minute I can!" She said hotly.

"So you think it's that simple?"

Of course she didn't. Buffy knew what she had to tell him, because otherwise she knew she'd regret it.

"You have a son…" she said quietly.

He sighed. "Buffy…"

Her eyes started to well up. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He turned away, not knowing what to say.

"Angel please talk to me, why didn't you tell me earlier?" She asked.

Still no answer.

She couldn't help it. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to wipe them away.

"I missed you!' She screamed. "I miss you all the time, and then he-he shows up and-."

Immediately she found herself in his arms. He held her as she cried and cried and screamed meaningless words that didn't matter, because there they were, together again.

He kissed her forehead and she wept. She wept knowing that this familiar moment in Angel's arms would end, and she would be back in Sunnydale.

"Don't cry love." He whispered into her ear.

"It just-it makes me feel really hurt…Darla and you…and then seeing you like that again…" she said.

He wiped away her tears and looked into her sorrowful eyes.

"I know I shouldn't be mad, when you left, we went our separate ways, but you and Darla had something I could never have with you." She said.

He wrapped her up in his arms again and wished that he could keep her there. Memories flooded into his mind. He remembered when he became human, she wouldn't know now, but he'd never forget holding her in his arms that night. It was just them, together.

He tried to smile. "I won't say sorry, but can I at least thank you?"

"You better."

They laughed. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, they laughed together.

Buffy and Willow stood in the hotel lobby.

"Bye Wesley, thanks for bringing me into this mess." Buffy joked.

He smiled. "My pleasure. Buffy, we couldn't have gotten him back without you or Willow."

The girls looked at each other. "We know." They said.

Angel thanked Willow and turned to Buffy.

"I guess this is it."

"I guess so."

He smiled and kissed her softly.

"I'll never stop loving you Angel." She whispered into his ear.

"I'll always love you." He whispered back.

She walked towards the door as far as she could before letting go of his hand, and with that, she turned around and walked away.

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So what did you think? This is one of the longest fanfics I've ever written!