Part Two - I'll Never forget

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A/N: English isn't my first language, so bare with me. I haven't seen the Angel episode "I Will Remember You" either, so bare with me there as well.

A/N 2: The following conversation is from "I Will Remember You" and doesn't belong to me, but to it's rightful owners. I have actually never seen the whole episode, just the beginning, so I don't know how Buffy reacts at all, so bare with me.

Rating: T, just for safety

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Angel briefly greeted Cordelia and Doyle when he passed them after he
entered the building where "Angel Investigations" were located. They didn't
notice anything wrong with him, they just guessed he wanted to get back to Buffy.

He walked with heavy steps down to his apartment, where he guessed Buffy was
waiting for him. He was right. When he came down the stairs, he noticed a
pacing Buffy. He sighed. This was going to be hard. Really hard. She had
noticed him, and met him when he only had a few stairs left. She wore a
red, knee-length dress. Her sparkling blonde hair was pulled up in a
ponytail.
"She looks like an angel," he thought. "She only lacks the wings".

"I'm guessing that expression isn't because they were all out of fresh OJ at
the deli" she said, looking at him. Angel was ripped out of his thoughts
when her voice reached his once so sensitive ears. He heard that she tried
to put in a little joke, but he wasn't in the mood, which she discovered when
she saw the expression on his face.

"What happened?" she sounded worried. Angel opened his mouth, but he
couldn't say anything. Everything he had to say was going to hurt like hell.
Both of them were going to cry at the end of this. He knew that, but it was
the only way.

"Nothing happened. I just.." he started a sentence, but he couldn't finish
it. It was going to hurt, but he had to tell her. It was only ten minutes
left of the hour the oracles had given him.

"Where have you been?" she asked softly. He had to tell her.

"I went to see the oracles. I asked them to turn me back." he replied with a
heavy heart. He looked for an expression in her face. He found one.
Confusion.

"What? Why?" the blonde slayer asked in a voice filled with confusion.

"Because more then ever I know how much I love you," Angel started and
walked towards Buffy.

"No." she looked at him. "No, you didn't!" she backed away from him. Buffy looked at him with teary eyes, filled with sadness.

"If I stay mortal one of us will wind up dead. Maybe both of us. You heard
what the Mohra said" Angel explained and tried to make her understand. He took a few more steps towards her.

"Mohra's gone. We killed him." she knew she sounded like a
three year old, but she couldn't believe her own ears.

"He said others would come" Angel looked at Buffy and he could see that she
was hurting. So was he.

"They always come. And they always will. But that's my problem now, not
yours, remember?" Buffy told him firmly.

"No, I won't just stand by and let you fight, maybe die, alone." Angel
refused and took a few steps towards her.

"Then we fight together!" Buffy now sounded a bit desperate and Angel wished
that this could had ended up different. But he couldn't tell her that. He
had to do what was best for the world. He couldn't afford to think of
himself and his happiness.

"Buffy. You saw what happened last night. If anything I'm a liability to
you. You take chances to protect me, and that's not just bad for you, it's
bad for the people we were meant to help." Angel explained and laid a
comforting hand on her shoulder. Buffy looked at the hand, but she didn't
try to shake it off. She looked up at him with eyes filled with some sort of
betrayal, trying to understand.

"So what? You just took a whole 24 hours to weigh the ups and downs of being
a regular Joe and decided it was more fun being a superhero?" she replied
harshly. She wanted him to have a guilty conscience, perhaps he even go back to the oracles?

"You know that's not it. How can we be together if the cost is your life, or
the lives of others? I know. I couldn't tell you. I wasn't sure if I could
do it if I woke up with you one more morning." the ex-vampire told the
slayer.

He was right. She knew that she was wrong. Selfish. She was selfish. She
wasn't thinking with her brain, only with her heart. He was right, as usual.
They had to protect the forsaken souls and save the world from darkness.
Buffy looked down at her red shoes, before she looked up at him.

Buffy swallowed and took a deep breath. "I understand. So, what happens
now?".

This was going to be hard. Really hard. "The Oracles are giving us back the
day, turning back time, so I can kill Mohra before his blood makes me
mortal." Angel looked at Buffy.

"When?"

Angel threw a glance at the clock that hung on the wall nearby. "Another
minute." Angel replied silently.

Buffy looked at him with big eyes. He was kidding? Another minute? How could
she say goodbye? How could she live on?
She ran into his arms. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and she
desperately held on to him, afraid that he would disappear, even before they
got to say goodbye.

"A minute? No. No, it's not enough time!" The blonde slayer's eyes were
filled with tears and her eyes soon let the tears run free.

Angel stroked her hair. "We don't have a choice. It's done."

"How am I supposed to go on with my life knowing what we had? What we could
have had?" Buffy asked teary, not looking up from Angel's deep blue sweater.

"You won't." Angel said, his fists clenched. "No one will know but me.".
Buffy finally looked up at him. Her eyes were big, red and teary. She
couldn't believe that he had just said that.

"Everything we did…" she started. Her voice broke down into small sobs.

"It never happened. " Angel finished for her. His voice was not so strong
either. It felt like his heart and soul screamed that he had done the
completely wrong thing. They were right. His heart and soul, but his brain
was telling him something different. He had to listen to his brain for once.

"It did. It did. I know it did!" Buffy sobbed. Her right hand slipped down
from his neck and found his heartbeat.
"I felt your heartbeat." She whispered silently.

"Buffy.." Angel said, trying to comfort her, but was cut off when Buffy's
mouth found his.

The kiss was soft and gentle in the beginning but after half a minute, it
became rougher and more passionate. Angel knew that this was going to go
terribly wrong if he didn't pull away. Angel pulled away, even though he
didn't want to.

Buffy looked up at the clock. Her eyes widened.

"Oh God. It's not enough time." Buffy sobbed and looked up at Angel with
teary eyes. Angel's heart ached.

"Shh, please. Please. Please, please." Angel said, trying to soothe the
crying slayer. His arms were still wrapped around her slim waist. Her arms
had found their way back around his neck, and her head was resting on his
shoulder. She sobbed silently.

"I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never
forget." The slayer sobbed and practically glued herself to him, as the
world started to lighten.

"It's happening" he thought. He was right.

Angel felt Buffy disappear in his arms, and he was alone in the light. It
was all turning white. He couldn't see anything, except the white world.
He heard a baby's cry and some mumbling voices.

"Oh Buffy, it's a girl!" a young woman's voice said happily. A lot more
baby cries were heard.

"What are you going to name her?" another voice asked. This one belonged to
a grown up woman.

"I have the perfect name for her.." the young woman's voice , which Angel
recognized very well, was tuned down. He couldn't hear a word.

Suddenly he could hear a man, telling a prophecy or some sort of a legend:

"One born of the day that never existed, will have the powers of both the guardian of light and the fighter of darkness.. One will not know.
She will never be born but still come to life. The Angel will watch over her. The soul
fighters are her true family. The light and darkness belong to her. She is the window through times. She is related to those who live before, to the psychic one.
When the time comes, she will rise and protect the light, the darkness and the
whole world…"