Buffy paced the room, shaking her head, as Angel stood on the opposite side.

"So, when were you going to tell me ? Or weren't you ?" questioned Buffy, turning around to face him.

"I didn't think is was important," replied Angel.

Buffy shook her head and mumbled "No you wouldn't, would you ?" It had only been when Buffy questioned him that he had mentioned it, obviously he hadn't been planning to tell her. Spike, who Buffy had only seen once since being brought back, had dissapeared and only Angel knew why. Buffy was furious, she hated being kept in the dark; even when it was unimportant.

"And why did you need to know ?" asked Angel.

"Because! I have the right to know, he was alot of help after you went! He tried his best to help us all!" snapped Buffy, folding her arms over her chest.

Buffy hardly cared, she just hated it when Angel kept things from her. However Spike had been a great use for patrolling when Buffy was pregnant with Phoebe, and not many vampires would put their kneck on the line for a pregnant slayer. Buffy was thankful, she had seen how much Spike had changed and she classed him as a friend.

"I would of help, but you sent me packing my bags!" replied Angel, trying not to raise his voice at Buffy.

"FOR OUR DAUGHTER! Don't even start. Just because you weren't in the action!" grumbled Buffy.

"I've been kicking ass since before you were even born! Just because you're the 'Chosen One' doesn't mean that you are better than me!" shouted Angel, shaking his head.

Buffy stared into his eyes, anger bubbled inside of her. Both their chests rised and fell as their nostrils flared, both sharing the same stiff expression. Buffy shook her head and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Angel sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, dropping his head into his hands and rubbing his face. He hadn't meant to be so cruel and rub the 'chosen one' thing in her face, he knew she never asked for the job. Angel decided to give Buffy time to calm down, if he didn't then she would probably hit him.

--

Willow sat in her room, reading a book as she listened to Buffy and Angel argue. Thankfully, Dawn had offered to take Phoebe out to see Xander and Anya for a while. Willow cringed as she heard the door slam, she heard Buffy grumble before storming downstairs. Willow closed her book, deciding now was not the best time to study, and sat up on her bed. Willow had been trying to get her life back on track, which had gone spiralling out of control after Tara left. It had been difficult, very difficult, although her friends had helped her out. Alot. She suddenly heard her door open and turned around towards it. Her jaw dropped as she saw Tara stood there, a frown unfolded over her smooth lips.

"Love is a funny thing, isn't it ? Even when two people are destined to be together, things still mess up. Yet nothing in this world can stop them, because together they are more powerful than love itself," said Tara, stepping into the room and closing the door

" I love you, I was a fool for letting you go. Especially over a stupid argument like the one we had," whispered Tara, stepping closer into the room.

"Tara -"

"There's so much to work on. Trust has to be built up again, on both sides. You have to learn if you're even the same people you were, if you can fit
in each other's lives, it's a long and important process and can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now?" questioned Tara.

Willow searched Tara's face, hoping that this wasn't just some stupid dream. That it wasn't a lie. Willow stood up and Tara stepped forward, there lips smashed onto eachother. Their fingers interlocked, holding onto each other as tight as they could. Not letting go. They continued to kiss. It was intense, it was passionate, and it was, above all else, love. Truly and forever.

--

Cordelia screamed, she clutched her head and closed her eyes tightly. Giles rushed over to her, helping her towards the sofa to sit down, and rubbed her back. Faith watched, worriedly, and stepped a couple of steps towards them.

"Wah is up with 'er ?" questioned Faith, raising her eyebrow at Cordelia.

"Oh no! Terrible things are about to happen, right in their own back yard. We have to get to Sunnydale, quick!" cried Cordelia.

Giles chucked Faith a pair of car keys, Faith looked slightly shocked as she ran out of the room. Giles helped up Cordelia, supporting her by the shoulders, and helped her outside.

--

Two Hours Later ...

Buffy was sat in the garden, her legs crossed as she sat on the grass. The hot sun tingled the back of her kneck as she tried to calm herself down, so far it was working. Buffy opened her eyes and rolled them; he should of known by now that she could always feel his presence. She stood up, her back still towards him, and sighed.

"I didn't mean to snap," she mumbled.

"Me neither," sighed Angel, stepping towards her.

Buffy turned around to face Angel, she noticed the sorrow in his beautiful eyes. She hated the way his eyes made her feel butterflys in her stomach, even after all these years. Buffy knew she couldn't loose him, not now, not after everything they had been through.

"I love you. More than anything I have ever loved anything in this life," whispered Buffy.

"For centuries, I have met woman and dated them. But none, and I mean this, never gave me that feeling you do. The feeling where I constantly need you by my side, where I can't last more than a few hours without touching you," replied Angel, stroking her cheek.

Buffy fell into his arms, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. She treasured these moments, when they would just hold eachother and feel the love running through their bodies. Buffy felt Angel stroke her hair, she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. The couple continued to stand like that for a while, peacefully held in each others embrace and thanking god for each other. Finally, they pulled apart and kissed sweetly. They both pulled away and looked into each others eyes, both getting entranced into the others.

"Well, wasn't that sweet ?" grumbled a voice.

--

"Aww, I think Angel and Buffy are making up," smiled Tara, looking out of the window.

Willow pulled a white t-shirt on and smiled, joining Tara besides the window. She watched as they stood in their firm embrace, her smile grew as she watched them. She spun Tara round and gently began to kiss her, savouring the taste of her lips.

"I love you," whispered Willow, tooking a strand of hair behind Tara's ear.

"I love you, too," smiled Tara, stroking Willow's cheek.

--

"Say your prayers, bitch," spat Warren.

It all happened so fast. Warren pulled out a gun, he pointed it at Buffy whose eyes widened. Angel's eyes travelled to the gun then to its target, Buffy, who had froze on the spot. Angel shoved Buffy to the ground, stepping infront of her. Buffy landed hard, regaining her senses just in time to see Warren running out of the yard, firing his last shots as he went. Buffy swallowed as she stood up, shakily.

"Where the hell did he get a -"

Buffy froze in horror. Angel was on the ground, faced up, blood leaked from a bullet wound on his upper chest.

"Oh god," whispered Buffy, falling to her knees besides Angel. "Angel ?"

Angel spluttered blood, unable to respond.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," whispered Buffy.

Memories of finding her Mom, dead, came flooding back, each one gave her a sharp pain in the heart. She pressed her hand against his chest, trying her best to stop the blood. It flowed through her fingers, pooling beneath them, and spreading across the grass. Angel began to breath in ragged gasps, he stared up at the clear blue sky, his skin turning slightly pale as he went into shock ...

--

Blood splattered over Willow's shirt, her face was twisted in horror and pain. Tara stared at Willow, her eyes fluttered as she swayed forwards.

"Your shirt," she mumbled.

Tara collapsed to the floor. A blood stain swelled around the center of her back, the bullet had ripped clean through her chest.

"Tara ?" whimpered Willow.

Willow fell to her knees, ignoring the pain as they contacted with the floor, and rolled Tara over. Tara didn't move. She didn't breath. She never would again.

"Tara ? Come on, baby. Get up! Please, Tara!" begged Willow, her bottom lip trembling.

Willow stroked her hair, sobs echoed around the room as Willow leaned over her dead lover. Willow trembled, she began to shake uncontrollobly as she shook Tara gently.

"No ... no ... no," repeated Willow.

Tears of grief and loss quickly became burning rivers of anger. Willow raised her head; pain and fury swirled in her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes turned completely black.

I decided to change it around a bit. So, what did you think ? Should I of kept it the same or was this ok ? Was it: good ? bad ? amazing ? awful ? Let me know in your review! :) x