Angel clutched her so tight he thought they would fuse together. He was having trouble concentrating on anything but her voice and her hands clutching his shoulders.

"I'll never forget, I'll never forget, I'll never forget….."

And with a flash her desperate mantra stopped.

"Hello? Earth to Angel?"

Angel blinked and looked around at his surroundings. The sewer. Buffy. He could still hear her crying as she clutched his shoulders, still taste the salt of her tears.

"I know my classes aren't that exciting, but you could at least fake that you're paying attention," Buffy said to him. She continued walking down the sewer tunnel. Still trying to get his bearings, Angel followed after her. How could it be that just seconds ago she could feel his heartbeat? That just yesterday he had kissed her in the sunlight? No, he reminded himself. I did it to save her. I can't lose her, now that I just got her back.

"Sorry," he finally said to her. "Just trying to focus on tracking this thing."

She gave him a small smile over her shoulder. "S'okay. I'm just surprised there's a Morah in California. Giles said they usually stick to the Middle East and Africa. Let's just hope the usual slice and dice does the trick," she said, miming the action with her short sword.

Angel stayed silent behind her, still at war with himself in his head. Do I tell her? She'll stake me…It's not fair to lie to her though…God, she'll be so mad…I can't lie to her.

A sudden noise from behind him caused Angel to turn around. "Heads up, Buffy," he said to her. She came up behind him, sword ready, peering into the darkness of the sewer for whatever made the noise to show itself.

The Morah demon ran at them from the shadows, but Angel was ready and deflected it into the wall next to him. After trading a few quick blows, Angel found an opening and punched the jewel in the center of the Morah's head. Buffy covered her eyes as the demon glowed bright and then dropped dead.

Buffy stared at Angel in slight shock. "Hey, how'd you know to do that?" she asked him.

He shrugged and said, "Lucky guess." He turned around and walked past her and continued down the tunnel. Buffy stared at his retreating back. Something was bothering him.

She jogged quickly after him and grabbed his arm, turning him towards her. "What's wrong?" she asked gently.

Angel sighed and faced her, but didn't meet her eyes. "Nothing," he said.

"We both know that's not true," Buffy said. She reached up with the hand not holding her sword and turned his face towards her. "Please?" she asked.

Angel finally looked into her warm hazel eyes and something in his mind broke. He had to tell her. "I have to tell you something."

Buffy's hand fell from his face and she started to get a little panicked. Angel could hear her heart rate increase slightly. She looked around and said, "Sewer…Oh God, are you breaking up with me again?"

"No," Angel quickly said. He had a feeling it didn't ease her worry. "But you're probably going to hate me."

Cordelia was gathering her belongings and getting ready to close up the office for the night when she heard the couple walk in through the door. "Jeeze, what happened to you two?" she asked, taking in their appearance. Buffy's features were completely blank and her brow was furrowed. Zombie-like, she ignored Cordy and walked over the elevator, opened the door and stepped inside. She didn't close the door, or hit the down button. She just stared at the ground, looking completely lost.

Cordelia looked at Buffy, concerned. She then looked to Angel, who was staring at Buffy looking like his puppy just died. "What did you do?" Cordelia asked him sharply, putting one and one together.

Angel shook his head slightly. Cordy sighed and decided she did not want to get involved in this chapter of the Buffy-Angel show. "Well did you get the demon at least?" she asked him.

Angel nodded once and said quietly, "Yeah." He then stepped forward and joined Buffy in the elevator. He closed the door and hit the down button.

Cordelia rolled her eyes and muttered to herself, "I don't get paid enough for this."

Freshly showered, Angel walked towards his bed and climbed in, turning out the bedside light as he did. Buffy was curled into a tiny ball, her back facing him. When he told her everything that happened with the Morah demon and the Oracles and their day together, she had reacted as he expected. Yelling, screaming, crying…she hadn't said a word since they left the sewer though.

Angel lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling. The silence was deafening. After what seemed like forever, he heard Buffy shift beside him and turn to face him. He could feel her staring at him. Finally she said in a small voice, "I don't hate you." Angel looked over at her. Her eyes were slightly watery, and she looked so small in the big bed. "But I'm still pretty pissed," she added.

Angel just nodded silently. He was terrified this was going to be a gaping wound in their relationship, one that would never quite heal. After a few moments, Buffy scooted closer to Angel, wrapped her arm around his middle, and rested her head on his chest. "I wish I could remember," she whispered.

Angel squeezed his eyes shut and said, "I wish you could too."

"I get why you did it," she said. "I mean, I would do whatever I could to save you, if I was in the same position."

Angel wrapped his arms tighter around her. "I know," he said, thinking of poison arrows and Slayer blood.

Buffy looked up at him, and rested her chin on his chest. "You know you're all I want, right?" she asked. "I don't care what you are, human, vampire, whatever. Just as long as you're you." Angel found himself unable to speak and just nodded at her. "'Kay, good," she said, and rested her head on his chest again.

The silence seemed louder than ever.