"Hey, guys!" Cordelia entered the room and realized she had interuped an already disturbing conversation to being with. Angel shook himself out of his confusing contemplation and sipped at his coffee, trying to look cool. It wasn't working.

"What going on?" She stopped dead in her tracks in front of the waiting coffee. Since not recieving an answer she resulted in studying the dramatic ex-vampire. "Who are we brooding about, now? Another demon? Did Buffy insult you last night? Because when you really think about it, she had every--"

"No, Cordelia. Caela and I were just discussing things over about...about...how we should go about the future with her living arrangments. A lot of things need to be questioned.

"Oh!" She breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her mission: coffee. Caela hid her face in her cup of coffee as well, trying to hide her smile. She had already discovered that angel was a good actor, but she still had a lot of training to go through in order to keep things descrete.

Buffy had just gotten out of the shower and padded her way to her room while tightly wrapped in her towel. Her mood was fully expressed with humming and a rather unimaginably large smile on her face. She knew that she should still be in shock and mourning but she knew that that would come later that day. She didn't take pride in feeling bed. Her thoughts ran rapid through her head. Andel and I-

"Buffy..." Angel had startled her by sneaking up on her and grabbing her upper arm.

"Angel?" When he held her in place by fear and a sense of force she was obligated to be curious towards his actions.

"We have to talk." He looked around the hallway and finally broke down at her fresh face.

"Okay." She opened the near by door and let Angel guide her completly into the securing walls of her bedroom. He let go of her and took a few steps back. he seemed to be attempting to collect his thoughts of what to say. "Angel?" She caught his full attention. "Whats going on? What do we need to talk about?" Her own question raised the answer at the same ime. The instant after she asked, she wanted to take it back.

"Riley..." That was both the topic of their mental conflicts.

"I know...I can't...I don't want to hurt him...Not that I haven't already..." Her hesitations all became drastic searchings for some solutions in his eyes. She was now lost with one thought.

"You have to--" His voive was soft and understanding in reason and yet it was cut off.

"Tell him." She took a deep breath. "I know."

"Are you...I mean...It's none of my business--But well-"

Buffy began to understand where exactly he was getting at and couldn't believe what she was hearing."Angel..." She advanced towards him to close the gap between them. HIm, the wall near the door, her, near the bed. "Riley...Kept me sane through all this I can't deny..." His eyes showned down at the floor. She put her fingertips under his chin and tilted his face to look back up to her. "Although I love you both, I can't live without you." He stared at her with deep passion in his eyes, which she returned, with crimson red cheeks accompanying.

Each breath was difficult to release by impulse, they were forced out by suffication threats. Angel and Buffy were dangerously close to one another. HIs new body sent more signals to his mind now than he had for over 200 years. He ached to touch her without boundrys, but he knew that she was not "his" to do so. Yet. Soon though. He began to reel ideas in his head of what he was going to do with her the instant she returned to him again. Free to make the decision of continuing to love him.

Buffy's heart was threatening to stop on her. At least thats what it felt like. She retracted her hand from his chin and lowered it slowly down to her mid chest . She hesitently placed her fingertips against his white t-shirt. The material, being so thin, revealed Angel's skin through the cloth. Buffy was surprised by the feel of his warm skin. Its going to take a lot of getting used to. But I like it. She told herself. Her eyes studied the event that was happening where her hand explored. Each one of his heart beats could be felt under her palm.

Caela sipped her coffee again, relaxing in the morning sun that filled the area of where she sat, at the kitchen table. The rays warmed her muscles and gave her a feeling of being blessed. She would never get used to the lovely essense of the Powers' gifts to the earth.

She placed the mug closer to her lips, slowly preparing to take a sip. Tensing her almost limp, relaxed muscles, her eyes tightened as she squeezed them shut. Flashes of emotions surrounded her every inch. The colors that illustrated their power over her told her everything that was going on. It had finally happened. Angel and Buffy were going to be together, without a clause or a curse or a destiny to stand in there way. Now, it was just to them. And if she had to step in, then so be it. She had always known that she would be sent to these two who would protect her until a certain age. And she had also known about their predestined love for one another. But their love was not to just make the pair happy and to give them both a sense of reason. She knew that there was something much more to it than that. But she,too, was kept in the dark. For the Powers only told her things when she was needed to explain them or sort them out. She was, too, at their beck and call. Just as Cordelia was. It was then that Caela came out of it and regained her composure. And thanked what ever lucky stars existed for her, that she came out of these flashes of information without a retching, mind numbing head ache like Cordelia Chase.

Part Sixteen Forthcoming

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