Disclaimer: All characters and things from ANGEL and BUFFY belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. If they aren't on the show they belong to me.

Summary: Angel and Spike get a chance to get back the people that meant the most to them after the battle against Wolfram and Hart. But can they keep the real past a secret from the only people they want to share it with? A/C S/B

EPILOGUE

It had been three years since the true final battle had been fought, since both Xander and Willow had lost their lives, and only now had Buffy and Spike taken the next big step in their relationship.

"Buffy! How many bloody boxes do you have?" Spike asked, making his way through his apartment door with yet another armful of boxes.

"Hey, this was your idea." Buffy said, looking over her shoulder toward him as she unpacked a box in front of her. "You said it was time I moved in with you."

"Yeah, I did. I said for you to move in, not me move your stuff in." Spike teased her.

"Oh stop whining. Its not like you're not getting any help." Faith said, entering behind Spike, also carrying a box with Giles close behind her, his own hands full. "And trust me, this looks a lot harder then it is." Faith placed the box down, stretching out her shoulder. "It sucks having your slayer strength slowly go."

Buffy just smiled at Faith. She too had begun losing her strength slowly after the rip in reality had been closed. She assumed it meant both she and Faith would no longer be called to fight any more. Giles had decided that Angel too must have lost his strength since Spike had as well, but he was unsure since no one had really talked to Angel or the gang in L.A. much more. It was sad, but it seemed the two groups had finally gone their separate ways, all eager to forget their pasts of pain and sorrow.

"Well, I am happy to inform you that there are no boxes left outside." Giles said, wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Good to know." Spike said, flopping down on his couch. He looked around his apartment; he was proud of it, and even happier that Buffy was finally moving in with him. They had both discussed it, and decided that they would stay in Sunnydale, both attending a college nearby. Buffy was still in school, studying to be a nurse, and Spike had dropped out, deciding it just wasn't for him. He, instead, opened his own motorcycle shop, which was doing well, and with that money he had bought his apartment. It was nothing glamorous but it was perfect for him and Buffy.

"Well, I'd say I did my good deed for the week." Faith said. "I'll see everyone tomorrow." Faith had also decided college wasn't for her, and she now worked at a gym, teaching boxing classes. The money wasn't great, but she always managed. She and Buffy had grown so much closer as well, and Faith was grateful for that. She had never really had a best friend.

"I agree with Faith. See you two." Giles said, waving goodbye to Buffy and Spike and following Faith out the apartment door. Giles life had also calmed down since the rip in reality had closed. He was now just a normal librarian at Sunnydale High School, and he liked the calm of the job. It was something new for him.

"So…" Buffy made her way over to Spike on the couch, kissing him square on the lips before snuggling up close to him. "I guess this makes us serious, huh?"

"I'd say so. It's not everyday I bloody ask a woman to move in with me, and trust me, I've had the opportunities many times." Spike joked, pulling Buffy close to him.

"I forget you're an old man sometimes." Buffy joked back.

"Its because I never looked it before." Spike said.

"Well, eventually you will now." Buffy smiled at him. "No more immortality for you."

Spike nodded, planting a kiss on Buffy's head. "For some reason, I don't think that will bother me." And how could it? If he was growing old, he was doing it with Buffy, and that was all he had ever wanted, Buffy.

Angel looked in the mirror, straightening out his collar. He loved being able to see his reflection. Even three years after his second chance at mortality, he could not get over his reflection. He smooth out his hair. He needed to look good. It was an important night. He had closed the hotel down for the weekend and everything, and when you were the owner of one of the most popular hotels in L.A., you didn't close you're hotel down for just anything. It was the first family dinner the Fang Gang was going to have together in two months. It wasn't that they weren't still seeing each other every day, it was just that they had all been so busy lately.

Connor had just gotten a job as a detective for the L.A.P.D. and it kept him out of the hotel most days and nights. But Angel could tell his son really loved his job. He was so glad Connor had finally gotten a chance at a normal life.

Wesley and Fred had moved out of the hotel about four months ago into their own apartment a few blocks away. Wesley still ran the financial end of the hotel for Angel, and Fred had become the head of a lab for a major pharmaceutical company. Angel was proud of both of them, but he hated that they were no longer living at the hotel. He had never wanted any of them to move out, but he knew sooner or later they all had to move on with their lives. He was just grateful he still saw them three or four times a week.

Gunn was still living at the hotel. He was actually the head of security at the Hyperion, which was a very important job since over the past year the guest staying at the hotel had become much more elite. Since Gunn lived at the hotel, Angel saw him everyday, and could always count on him for a basketball game on the weekends.

Lorne also still lived at the hotel, but he had opened a club on the other side of town, and it kept him busy most nights so he was really only around in the day. Angel liked having Lorne around though, he always had the comment to make Angel's day a little brighter.

Angel continued to fix his hair in the mirror. Thinking of how much his life had changed since the rip in time had closed. He wasn't sure things could get any better.

"Angel!" Cordelia's voice caused Angel to snap out of his thoughts. He turned to see Cordelia sticking her head out of their bathroom door, and he smiled. He loved her, completely, and he was so happy they were together.

"Wipe that grin off your face, mister." Cordelia narrowed her eyes at Angel.

"What did I do?" Angel asked innocently.

"You know exactly what you did." Cordelia huffed. "You made damn sure I would never fit in any of my clothes again!"

"What are you talking about?" Angel asked.

"My clothes!" Cordelia closed the bathroom door before Angel could see what she was wearing. "None of them fit anymore, and now I have to wear these stupid ugly things I bought last week."

"I thought you loved all the clothes you got last week." Angel recalled the shopping trip Cordelia and Fred had taken. He also recalled the bill Cordelia had showed him after, she better love the clothes she bought. "Cordy, I am sure you look great. Let me see." Angel pleaded.

"No!" Cordelia snapped from the other side of the door.

"Cordy, please? Come on." Angel tried again. "Its only all of us that our going to see you anyway, not the whole world. There aren't even any clients in the hotel. It's just going to be family tonight. They don't care what you are wearing."

"Like that is going to get me out of here!" Cordelia said, and Angel could tell she had rolled her eyes at his attempt.

"Cordelia…" Angel tried one last time. "Please? Let me see what I did to you." He knew somehow everything had recently become his fault, even last week when the mailman didn't show up. Somehow Cordelia had blamed him, but what could he do? He was not about to argue with her, not now.

"Fine." Cordelia huffed, swinging the door open to reveal a long black, sleeveless dress.

Angel raised an eyebrow. "I don't see a problem." He really didn't, she looked beautiful.

"How about the watermelon that's under my shirt." Cordelia pointed to her protruding belly.

Angel smiled at her comment. "Cordy, you're pregnant, what did you expect?"

Cordelia blew past him, going to the mirror to put her earrings in. "I guess I didn't expect to blow up like a balloon."

"You're six months along." Angel said, wrapping his arms around Cordelia's waist, and leaning his head on her shoulder so he could see both of their reflections in the mirror. "You look great."

"You're lying." Cordelia leaned back into Angel, closing her eyes.

"I'd never lie to you." Angel kissed her neck. "Look at us."

Cordelia opened her eyes, looking at their reflection in the mirror. "What?"

"We look perfect." Angel kissed Cordelia. "Everything is finally perfect."

Cordelia smiled at Angel's words, her hands resting on his that were wrapped around her growing waist. "You're right. It looks like we got it right this time, champ."

Angel nodded. "Yeah, it does."

THE END