All the fear has left me now
I'm not frightened anymore
It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh
It's my mouth that pushes out this breath

And if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
And if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love

Whistler and Snyder walked with their heads bowed down an alley in downtown Sunnydale quietly, the sound of their shoes clicking on the pavement the only audible noise. They communicated telepathetically as they moved toward the old brick building where Snyder's apartment was located, 'speaking' about how to watch over the slayer and get more involved in her work. If her friends, mere mortals except for the werewolf, were able to make a difference even by researching, imagine what they as demons could accomplish.

One thing was for certain. Life on the hellmouth would never be as crazy as it had been those past six months. Now that they were more informed of the situation, Buffy had two very powerful allies in her fight against the vampires and the 'bad' demons and monsters...

Companion to our demons
They will dance, and we will play
With chairs, candles, and cloth
Making darkness in the day
It will be easy to look in or out
Upstream or down without a thought

And if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
And if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love

Buffy yawned, covering her mouth with her hands. She had been watching Angel for a couple of hours as he slept peacefully, the calm expression the only natural looking thing on his pale face. She had debated taking him to a hospital, but how would she explain the wound on his stomach?

'Oh, I just shoved a sword through his abdomen. He'll be okay.'

It was better for him to stay at home where she could keep an eye on him. Besides, she wasn't ready to go home just yet. She and her mother hadn't left things on the best terms. She had made a promise to herself, though, when she heard Angel would be all right. She would stay until he woke up and then go back home to talk things over with her mother and call her dad to reassure him she was okay.

She had learned a valuable lesson that past week. She couldn't leave her family and her life when things got tough. There were many people counting on her. The whole world, actually. She had people who loved and needed her. They were too important to abandon.

Yawning again, she rubbed her eyes tiredly. All those naps hadn't done anything more than lessen her sleep deficit, she realized. Being the slayer was tough work, a lot of sleepless nights. A week's worth of sleep couldn't make up for all she had lost.

Gently lifting the covers up at the edge of the bed, she slid underneath them, careful not to disturb the man sleeping beside her. 'Man.' Angel was a man. Smiling, she pondered that thought as she snuggled a teeny bit closer to him and closed her eyes, immediately drifting off to sleep...

Peace in the struggle
To find peace
Comfort on the way
To comfort

And if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
And if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love...