Authors Note: Thanks ka-mia2286: read all of it befor screaming, there is an explanation at the end. Also thanks to all my lovely repeat reviewers, your questions were always perceptive, your advice always needed, and your complements always appreciated.

Location Explanation: Lantou Island is one of the largely rural, naturally beautiful islands in the SAR (Special administration region) of Hong Kong. There are many little villages on it (as well as a prison, several buddest monasteries, and some nice beaches). Lantou is a magnet for British ex-pats (Ex patriots, British citizens who moved to Hong Kong when it was still a British colony and never bothered leaving); their pubs are located next to 7-elevens, restaurants and clothing stores.

Nathan's POV

July 1st, 2245

I shoved my feet in to lime green and orange argyle socks, even though Liz was sure to tease me about them, later. I brushed my teeth, as I poured the coffee, I shrugged on a Blue t-shirt. Of course some scolding coffee spilled out on to my hand. But I ignored it for now, I was late for work.

I stepped out on to the front porch. Then looked down at by feet, damn I had forgotten my shoes. I went back inside, and shoved on a pair of worn leather sneakers. Now I had no choice but too run to work, I mean it's not like Liam would ever fire me, but I still like to think that I have my job because of my merits and not our friendship. I mean who wants to employ a certified genus if he is serially late for work?

I jog past the Lia Ho's Women's Clothing; Hong Kong is too hot to run properly in. Even the outlying islands were I lived, broiled during the summer. It was only June but already six tourists had been hospitalized for heatstroke, on lantou alone.

I reached the bookstore dripping with sweat. The store has two floors and is the only, truly European building (that's not a pub) on all of Lantou.

It is painted, a dark soulful evergreen. With gold sign lettering announcing the name of the store, InissFree, and what we sell; Mysteries, Classics, and History books, with a little coffee and pastries thrown in for good measure.

I rushed through the front door, and look around the place, tall dock bookcase touched the ceiling, and leather chairs are scattered everywhere. The floor is worn oak, partially covered, by a Persian rug, that Angelus, then Angel and finally Liam, had traveled around the world with.

Finally my gaze settled on the big front desk with is ancient cash register, and the chair behind it were Liam lounged. His shoes were propped up on the desk, and his hands held a worn, magma. It turns out that Liam's fluent in mandarin, Cantonese, Korean, and Japanese, so living in Asia, is fine with him. I am still trying to grasp the basics of Cantonese, a fact that Liz (who has lived here her whole life) frequently mocks. Liz comes out of the stacks, and brushing her brown hair out of her face kisses me.

When we finely break for air, Liam notices my presence. He nods, apparently even as a human he's mostly laconic.

The U.S. government, no expenses spared, completely rewrote the history in his head. Now there is no murder spree to haunt him. Only a dead wife and parents. I am not sure that he truly believes his fabricated past but he pretends to.

"So," I said to Liam "did you pick up the new shipments from the post office"

Liam looked up from his book, shook his head, put away his book, and left the shop.

He was broodier, then usual today. I tried to think, what could be wrong? Then I swore, in Cantonese, and I ran to the fiction shelves. My eyes skimming the shelves, looking for one name, specifically my own.

Finley I reached it, The Lost Angel, by Nathan St Clair. By this time Liz was looking at me quizzically. I flipped through the pages (all 725 of them) skimming through centuries of torture; I quickly passed by the rat part, and then moved on to the detective agency. Wait I had gone to far. I skimmed backwards, and there it was on page 315. July 1st, today's date, as well as the day Buffy died. So sadness. If not memory, had followed Liam from one lifetime to the next.

Angel's POV:

I walk, down towards the docks, everything smells like fish today. I walked past The Bronze Lion pub, and Ja chi mo herbs, when I heard someone cry out in shock. I look down the alley, were the sound came from, and there was this pale, white, extremely tall Man, fighting with a petite blond girl. I was about to run in to help out. When it stopped suddenly The Goth, spoke, his voice was oddly squeaky "Ah, heh. Is there a problem, ma'am?"

That was a monumentally stupid thing to say, I thought, why ask something like that, when you are obviously the problem?

" Yeah, there's a problem. Why are you following me?" So apparently the blond, agreed with me.

"I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I don't bite."

I walked deeper into the alley, "Excuse Me," I said

They both turned. The second, my eyes met the blonds. I felt a flash of light as if time was splitting.

"Is there a problem"?

The Goth sized me up, and decided that it wasn't an even fight, so he shook his head and left.

I turned to follow, when the blond stopped me with her hand. Even her light touch, effected me intensely.

"My names Emily"

"Liam" I said it was all I could manage.

"Can I treat you to tea Liam, to thank you. I mean it isn't everyday that a women is rescued by a stranger"

"Sure" I said

An hour later

Everything seemed awkward, and perfect at the same time. We quickly discovered that we were both former martial arts teacher, but we had little else in common, although that didn't seem to matter. She loved to babble, and as long as I could stare at her blue eyes, I was in heaven.

Suddenly, spontaneously, without thinking (I usually don't even speak without thinking), I kissed her. I can't describe it with anything but one word, perfect.

I pulled back then, maybe she didn't like me, I mean I was at least six years older then her. She was probably thinking, ugh the old man kissed me. All Emily did was smile.

I awkwardly reached for the tea and poured myself, another cup. Then I asked, "Would you like some more?"

"No, thank you."

"I'm really sorry I kissed you like that."

"You are?" Emily said, she seemed upset, and so I clarified

"Well, not for the kiss itself."

"Then What?"

"Well I never asked"

Emily smiled, "Are you from the Victorian era, or something? You don't need to ask"

This time she leaned in, and a pure flash accompanied the kiss. When our lips parted, I couldn't help but smile and say "Forget."

I never knew why I said that word. But it was meant to be said.

Emily never asked me what I meant by forget, not on our wedding day, not even after our first daughter Stella was born. When Emily finely asked for an explanation, it was through tears, at my funeral.

I was seventy-two when I died. I didn't mind though, I had lived a long and mostly happy life. I had known true love, besides I wasn't the one left behind, to cope.

At my funeral Emily asked Nathan, how she was supposed to live without love.

Nathan took a deep breath before speaking " your love will go on even after death, after all it has overcome more."

Emily, who was accustomed to Nathan's peculiar remarks, was oddly comforted by the sentence.

The End

Please Review- a lot of time (that I didn't have), went into this, and all reviews are genuinely appreciated. So not to beg- but Pleasssssssssssse.

Additional disclaimer (And a Hint): Most of Emily/Liam's dialogue is taken verbatim from Angel and Buffy's dialogue during the episode, I will Remember You, And Welcome to the HellMouth (Scripts courtesy of Buffy vs. )

Authors note sorry ka-mia2286 I had written this before your persuasive e-mail came through, but hopefully Emily/Buffy, and the book (which you gave me the idea for) made it tolerable If not I can always write an alternative ending - just ask. I know usually those memory loss shanshu stories drive me nuts, but hopefully this is diffrent, and it was the only way to logistically bring Buffy/Emily back without being too obvious/overly fluffy.