Title: No Fate (0/?)

Author: Cyclone

Feedback: Please be gentle.

Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966

Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.

Spoilers: Up to and through Chosen.

Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Summary: Angel comes back in time to save the hope of the future.

Author's Note: This is sort of a fusion with The Terminator. The idea just sort hit me.

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"You don't have to do this."

Angel shook his head, "Someone has to, and I'm the best-qualified."

"But you're needed _here_, sir."

He whirled and glared at the other man, "No, I'm not. I've already taught you all I can, Werner. But if that... _thing_ succeeds, we lose _everything_. It has to be me." He took a deep breath, "I'm counting on you to carry on our work here."

The man saluted unenthusiastically, "Yes, sir."

Angel steeled himself and stepped through.

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Xander sighed in satisfaction as he began devouring his double quarter pounder with cheese.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the Hellmouth was closed, and just yesterday, he'd given Anya the honors she deserved. That last thought sobered him quickly, but he refused to let it ruin his mood.

He was busy taking another bite when a shadow fell across him, blocking the sun. He looked up and smiled, "Kennedy! What's going on? I thought you were gonna spend the day with Willow?"

There was something off about the dark-haired Slayer. She seemed... different, somehow.

"Whoa!" he cried out as he stumbled out of reach when she swung at him.

Xander scrambled away as he demanded, "What the hell is wrong with you, Kennedy?"

Suddenly, a nearby gunshot deafened him briefly, and Kennedy was thrown sideways. He turned and stared.

Then he looked up at the brilliantly-shining sun, then back at his savior.


The ensouled vampire (?!?) extended a hand toward him and said seriously, "Come with me if you want to live."

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Author's Postscript:

I promise, this is going to be slash-free. There will be NO Reese/Sarah parallel here.