“And you just let her go.”
“Uh, hello, Slayer power. Not a lot I could have done, Giles,” Willow pointed out as she, Giles and Oz power-walked down the street toward the mansion.
The Watcher looked down and apologized to Willow before saying, “but it’s most peculiar that Angel’s back at all. You say there was a flash of light and then there was Angel? Well, that makes no sense at all unless he’d been sent back for a reason… but even then, something must have triggered it. Are you sure there was no other detail you’re letting pass?”
“There was something on the ground,” Oz piped up. “Willow couldn’t see it, but I thought I saw something glint before the earthquake started.”
Giles raised his eyebrows at the stoic gentleman. “It was small, then, if Willow couldn’t see it?”
“Yeah. Barely visible. Something that might fit around Will’s finger or someth… what is it?” Oz asked Willow, seeing the expression on her face.
“We talked to Buffy right around here, right?” she asked Oz.
The werewolf nodded. “About, yeah.”
“And we’re headed to the mansion. She was headed in the opposite direction. Maybe she was coming from the mansion.”
“Weren’t you?” asked Giles, not sure he was following.
“We took an alternate route in case Angel felt like an ambush once he recovered,” Oz explained.
“So what if,” Willow continued, “Buffy had just been visiting what would pass as Angel’s grave? What if she was just trying to let him go by putting the ring he gave her on the spot he’d last been seen?”
***
Tears leapt from Buffy’s closed eyes as the trail of liquid running from her neck became more noticeable. She’d prepared for this. Everyday that passed, she’d wondered if she’d see Angel again, and she was happy that he was the last thing she’d see.
But she wasn’t getting any weaker. Or any less alert.
Buffy waited a few more minutes and then opened her eyes to make sure she knew what was going on. Yes, Angel was here. Yes, he was still fantastically shirtless. Yes, he had his arms around her and yes, he was still dangerously close to her neck.
But Buffy wasn’t dying because Angel wasn’t trying to kill her.
He was crying.
His lips were also moving. He was whispering something. Buffy paid attention to the slight movement of his lips on her skin to try and decipher what he was trying to say. Eventually, she figured that he was repeatedly saying her name.
“Angel…” she whispered back, putting a hand to his head as though to make sure he was really there. Angel finally put his head down on her left shoulder and hugged her tightly as Buffy stood in utter disbelief at his presence.
“Buffy,” came a croaky voice from Buffy’s right. She whipped her head around in astonishment but calmed when she saw it was only Xander. She’d totally forgotten he’d been there.
“Faith’s dead.”
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