A/N: Yes, I know it's been years (omg, nearly four years?!) since I updated my B/A fics, but in case you didn't read my profile, I've moved on. However, I was reading a fantastic Dramione fic earlier on, and the writer just abandoned it because she had no time for it, and I was filled with a sense of... loss. That I would never know how this unbelievable story ended...well, of course I left the author what I hope was an inspiring review, and in it, I mentioned how I had done the same thing, and how I felt a bit guilty when I kept getting some reviews for my fics on hiatus.

No, this is not me jumping back into Buffyverse, I had this chapter written over 2 years ago, it's been sitting on a USB stick along with a lot more chapters for other fics. I've a notebook somewhere with (I think) at least 5 more chapters for this fic, but if I can find that notebook, I dunno if I'll post them, cos there's only one word to describe them: fluff. And I'm not a fan of writing fluff anymore, I like realistic fics. But we shall see, shan't we?

Onwards to the chapter! Thank you for reading my rant :)

Chapter 5 – Galway, Ireland
"Here's Angel's passport," Willow said, handing it to Buffy. "It wasn't that hard to do. Picture of Angel, fake date of birth-"

"Willow," Buffy interrupted, "it's not that I'm not grateful or anything, but could you tell me the details when we're not at an airport?!"

"Oops!" Willow squeaked, clamping a hand over her mouth. "Sorry! It's just, I'm excited and nervous, and well, you know the usual deal."

"It's okay," she assured her hyper friend. "Look, we've to board the plane now with the others." They all proceeded to board the plane without questions being asked.

"Wow", Willow said in awe. "So… this is Galway."

"Seems so," Buffy said with a slight nod. They were standing in the balcony adjoining Willow and Oz's hotel room in the Galway Bay Hotel. They had checked in just before dawn, and all of them were sharing rooms, except for Giles, but all had rooms with views of the magnificent Galway Bay. Angel was sleeping in the room he was sharing with Buffy, as was Cordelia and Xander in their room, and Oz was also sleeping. Giles was exploring the hotel.

"Well, I got some brochures downstairs in the reception," Willow said, pulling them out of her pocket. "They have details on all the must-see places."

"Well, let's go wake the others from their naps, and see if they want to go sightseeing!" Buffy said. "And we can go sightseeing with Angel after sunset also."

"Okay," Willow agreed, and they woke up the others. Angel and Giles stayed behind to research the spell.

Giles and Angel were silently researching when Buffy, Willow, Oz, Cordelia and Xander burst into the large hotel room, their arms laden with bags and talking a mile a minute.

"Well?" Giles said, as he stood.

"It was so cool, Giles!" Willow said, excitement in her voice. "There's so much history, culture, shops!" She turned to Angel. "Why would you want to leave?" He shrugged, as Buffy placed herself in his lap and gave him a quick kiss.

"Hey," he greeted, smiling at her.

"Hey yourself," she replied.

"Where did you go?" he asked.

"Well, while the others were in this shop, I snuck out and went to a jeweller next door, because I saw a certain ring painted on its side wall. When I inquired about the ring, they told me to go to a certain place. So I did."

"Where was this certain place?" Angel whispered.

"The Claddagh." Angel looked down. "It's the village where you lived, isn't it?" she asked him softly. He nodded slowly. She hugged him, and gave him a long, comforting kiss.

"Hey!" Xander's voice echoed in the silent room. "We're supposed to be researching, not having smoochies!" With that, Buffy pulled back from Angel's lip with a faint blush colouring her cheeks. Then, there was silence until all of them except Giles decided to go patrolling.

"Hey," Buffy whispered softly, squeezing Angel's hand. "You okay?"

"I'll live," he said, then added, "hopefully." The two of them were standing in front of what were the remains of Angel's family's graves, and his own.

"You never told me your name when you were human was Liam," Buffy said to him.

"You never asked," was his reply. He then looked around them. "Where are the others?"

"They went to wait at the cemetery gates," Buffy answered. "They thought you might want alone time... with me..." she trailed off. After a few minutes passed, they went to find the others. They then proceeded to go to the area where Angel's house once stood.

"It would have been about... here," Angel said, as they stopped outside a cosy looking house. It was bungalow, white, and the garden was kept neat. Buffy tried to imagine the house Angel had described to her. She knew this must be hard for Angel, so she said,

"Come on. We should be getting back to the hotel." They had been walking for several minutes when Cordelia complained.

"Why didn't we rent a car?" Buffy rolled her eyes.

"It's only a couple of miles, Cordy! God," she muttered under her breath.

"Whatever. These shoes were not made for this type of walking." A short while later, they finally reached the hotel. All said good night to each other, and paired off into their rooms.

TBC... if there's enough reviews :P