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Curtis shrugged. “He’s fine. I mean, he’s alive and he shouldn’t be, and he has no memory, which he should have, but physically, mentally? He’s fine.”

Giles grimaced. “Is it safe to tell him about the past? About his past?”

“Normally I’d advise against it,” the doctor answered shaking his head. “Usually I’d suggest you give it some time and see if the memories reassert themselves on their own. But it this case…”

“Yes?”

Dr Curtis stepped closer to Giles and lowered his voice. “How do you wipe a vampire’s memory? How do you make one human? Are you a hundred per cent positive that that man was your vampire?”

The Watcher removed his glasses and rubbed a hand over his face wearily. “I’m getting too old for this.”

Curtis smiled. “You need to look into it. Until then if you’re willing to deal with the consequences, by all means, tell him the truth.”

****

Spike tried his hardest to wait patiently for Dr Curtis to return. He managed about two minutes before he restlessly began to pace the room.

He was perfectly healthy. No sign of any injury. Everything was in full working order. He just couldn’t remember anything.

He rubbed his temples as a day’s worth of stress exploded inside his head and began to throb painfully. Five awkward meetings and two painfully revealing conversations later he still had no idea who he was or what any of these people meant to him.

He sat down on the leather couch, which ran along one wall of the office and tried to relax. Not for the first time since she had fled from the Magic Box, Spike wished that Buffy was there with him. For some reason she gave him a sense of peace, grounded him in a way none of the others did. He felt safe with her.

She hadn’t said much when she’d returned from taking her phone call. Simply announced that she had to leave and would call later to check on him, before grabbing her jacket and practically running from the store.

She hadn’t looked at him once.

Spike frowned, wondering why a phone call could upset her so much. Giles hadn’t seemed concerned by her behaviour and neither Anya nor Willow had been surprised that Buffy wasn’t there when they returned from the basement.

With a sigh, Spike decided that it was pointless to waste any time trying to second-guess these people. His friends. When Giles came back, he was going to demand some answers.

****

Sunnydale – May 2005

Buffy turned to face Angel as they reached the front door of her house and smiled. “I had a really nice time. Thank you.”

Angel’s smile matched her own and wondered once again why it was easier for him to smile now than it had been before he’d left Sunnydale for LA.

He, Connor and Wesley had returned to Sunnydale just before Christmas, converting a discreet apartment building on the edge of town into the new headquarters of Angel Investigations.

During the past six months, Angel had never told her why they had come back and she had never asked. She knew it had something to do with Cordelia’s death, but she refused to push him for answers. She had secrets of her own and there were things she didn’t think she’d ever be able to tell him, no matter what happened between them.

“So does this mean you’ll agree to a second date?”

“Didn’t we spend our second date in the cemetery?”

“I’d like to think of that as practise.”

Buffy laughed. “The whole two years?”

“Yes.”

The Slayer stepped closer and leaned up to press a tentative kiss to the corner of Angel’s mouth. “Good night Angel.”

“Night,” he answered softly as she disappeared into the house.

****

Sunnydale – June 2007

“Hey,” Buffy greeted softly, drawing her fiancé’s attention away from the paperwork in front of him.

“Hi,” he answered with a smile, rising to greet her with a kiss.

For a moment, as he lowered his lips to hers, Angel thought that Buffy was going to push him away. For the first time, as far he could remember, she looked reluctant to accept or return his kiss.

But all thought left his mind a moment later as Buffy held him to her with all her strength, her mouth fusing with his, attacking his lips furiously. She moved her hips against his and pushed him back against his desk. Pulling back, Angel tried to still the hands that were pulling desperately at his shirt.

“Buffy, wait. We can’t.”

The Slayer ignored him, abandoning the shirt in favour of removing his belt. Angel placed both his hands on her shoulders and moved her away from him.

“I mean it. We can’t. Wesley will be back soon.”

Buffy closed her eyes and Angel frowned as she took several more steps away from him.

“Buffy?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Angel asked, lowering his voice in response to her whisper.

She shook her head.

“Buffy please…”

“I love you,” she stated firmly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he told her even as a chill went through him at her words. The sense of unease he’d had earlier when he’d been told that Buffy had left work with Willow, returned ten fold.

“Spike’s here,” Buffy informed him seriously, and Angel felt as though the ground had given way beneath him. “And he’s alive.”