Author: Lady O'Neill
A/N: Read the previous two please.
It was a typical autumn day in L.A. when the Watcher's private jet arrived--too warm, a hint of smoke from distant wildfires in the air, green leaves on the trees.
Forty eight hours had passed since she'd received confirmation. A thousand scenarios of their reunion had passed through her mind: from anger to tears to declarations of everlasting love to kicking his ass to kicking Angel's ass.
It wasn't until she walked through the doors and saw him that she knew what to do.
Silently crying, heart on her sleeve, she collapsed into his arms and finally came home.