A/N: So this has been sitting on my computer for about a year now...I've been mulling over the idea of actually posting it. It takes place immediately after "Chosen". The general plan is to stick to the Angel season 5 storyline with added Scooby Gang, but I thought I would post the first 2 intro chapters and get some reviews before I start tackling the next few chapters to see if you guys actually like this. So please read, enjoy and review!


Where Are You Going

Where are you going, where do you go,

Are you looking for answers to questions under the stars?

If along the way you are growing weary, you can rest with me

Until a brighter day and you're okay

I am no superman and I have no answers for you

I am no hero, oh that's for sure

But I do know one thing is where you are

Is where I belong

I do know where you go

Is where I want to be

-Dave Matthews Band

The Hyperion Hotel was quiet for a change, given recent events in LA. The only light on was in one of the second floor suites where stacks of boxes took up the majority of the floor space. In the dim light one could see the outline of a large figure sitting on the floor by one of the large bookcases, stacks of books and boxes surrounding him as he sorted through the collection of volumes.

Angel flipped through the pages of a particularly beat up novel, deciding whether or not he was really going to ever read it again. After a moment he tossed it in the discard pile. Latin was a dead language anyway. There was a muffled noise that came from somewhere in the vast hotel causing the vampire with a soul to pause in his sorting and packing and to focus his trained ears on the noise. He could sense that he was not alone in the hotel. He could smell the warm blood coursing though human veins. Hear the soft beating of a heart. Multiple hearts.

Angel furrowed his brow in confusion. Wes, Fred, Gunn, and Lorne had left hours ago. He was thinking that someone had come back to pick up something they forgot when a familiar tingling in Angel's gut threw him off momentarily. No, that was impossible. She was in Sunnydale, in quite possibly a fight to the death with the First. But then the news reports that evening came rushing back to him. Giant meteor hits Sunnydale, California. Massive sinkhole wipes a small Southern California town off the map. He had chuckled when he heard them, knowing she had won. If only CNN knew the truth.

When that tingling feeling Angel got started growing and evolved into something new, he began to smell it. The raw power that he knew only came from a slayer was radiating from somewhere downstairs, stronger than Angel had ever felt it. Like there were dozens of them.

In the blink of an eye Angel stood up, crossed the bedroom, and swung open the door only to be greeted by the last person he was expecting to see that night.

"Hey," Buffy breathed, her tiny fist raised as if she was about to knock.

Angel stood there, taking her in, before wrapping both arms around her in a huge hug, probably crushing her in the process. "Buffy, thank God," he whispered into her hair. He felt her relax into his embrace and then suddenly winced and took in a sharp breath. Angel quickly let her go and glanced her over for injuries and spotted the blood stain on her abdomen. He started to usher her inside the room and said, "Come on, let me put something on that."

But Buffy stood her ground and said, "No, Angel, this is the least of my worries, there are girls downstairs that need more attention."

"Girls?" Angel asked in confusion.

Buffy smirked and said, "Slayers. Lots of them."


"So that's when I asked Willow to pull of the mother of all spells and to turn every potential slayer into a slayer. So that we could all fight and win this thing," Buffy explained to Angel as they descended the stairs into the lobby.

Angel paused on the last step as he took in the sight before him. Dozens of girls, some more beat up than others were standing around. A few that looked like they were in bad shape were lying on the round sofa in the middle, while Willow and Dawn tended them best they could. Faith was with a tall African American man admiring Angel's weapon cabinet, and Xander was talking with Giles and a short lanky blonde guy that Angel didn't know. "And it worked," Angel concluded as he looked around the lobby.

"Oh yeah," Buffy agreed as she looked around as well.

Faith, being the closest to where Buffy and Angel stood turned to look at them when she heard them talking. "Hey big guy," she said, walking over with a smile on her face. "Heard you stopped by with a little somethin' that helped us out majorly."

"Yeah, well, had to help any way I could," he said, not really sure what to say to her. The amulet Angel gave Buffy would bring up talks about Spike, and now was definitely not the time to talk about his grandchilde, or his absence, with Buffy. "So, let's get these girls patched up and somewhere comfortable. There plenty of rooms that they can sleep in," Angel said a little louder, attempting to get everyone's attention.

Dawn looked over at him and flashed a huge smile. "Angel!" she said running over and giving him and big hug.

Angel was momentarily stunned but gave a little chuckle and said, "Hey Dawn. You think you could get the first aid kits? They're behind the reception counter." She nodded and went off in search of the kits. Willow gave Angel a kind smile to greet him, while Giles and Xander just nodded at him in their own greeting. "Xander, could you run out to the grocery store and stock up on some food? The kitchen's pretty empty," Angel asked Xander, who he just noticed was wearing an eye patch. Boy he really had some catching up to do.

Xander started at Angel for a moment, mulling the idea over in his head. Angel sighed and said, "Take my credit card," digging his wallet out of his pocket and tossing a card to Xander.

Xander smiled and said, "Thanks," before grabbing the boy with blonde hair and dragging him along and out the door. Before they disappeared into the night air Angel quietly heard the boy ask in his high pitched voice, "So that's Angel? Well isn't he…studly." To which Xander replied, "Shut it, Andrew."

Angel stared at the door the two just exited, a puzzled look on his face as Buffy said, "Alright, let's get moving, you all need some rest."

The lobby buzzed with activity for the next hour or so as they all dug through first aid kits and slowly but surely everyone was patched up and settled in a room for the night where they got some much needed rest.


Later that night, Buffy crept down the silent hallway as quietly as she could before stopping in front of one of the doors. She stared at it for a moment, about to knock when she paused. What was she doing here? What made her think that her vampire ex-boyfriend wanted to talk in the middle of the night? She was about to turn around and head back to her room when Angel's door opened.

"You going to stand there all night?" he asked, a little humor in his voice.

"Well, I had nothing better to do," she replied, slightly embarrassed that he had caught her.

He smirked and said, "Come on in," as he moved aside, allowing her to enter. "So, how are you?" he asked, a little unsure of what to say to her.

She smiled a little and said, "Well you know, I just cratered a town, not something a lot of people get to say. So that's pretty cool…" she trailed off. Buffy hated that there was this awkwardness between them. There was just so much that needed to be said and she had no idea where to start. Angel gave a little chuckle at her answer and watched her closely as she looked around the room and said, "Nice place." She then spotted the boxes he was packing and all of the books and clothes strewn about. "But you're not staying…"

Angel scratched the back of his neck while trying to figure out how to tell her about Wolfram and Hart. "Yeah, I guess we, uh, have some catching up to do," he said finally.

Buffy just looked at him and said, "We really do."

So he told her everything. From Darla and Drusilla and how he went a little crazy and fired all of his friends to Cordy getting sucked into Pylea and fleeing to Sri Lanka after he found out Buffy was dead. He told her about how Darla showed up pregnant and she staked herself to bring Connor into the world. He told her all about Connor and how he got taken away into a hell dimension and when he came back. He told her that he thought he had feelings for Cordelia and that he was trapped at the bottom of the ocean for the summer while Cordy was made into a higher being. Buffy couldn't help but give a little snort at that, even though she was trying to be supportive for Angel. He told her about the Beast, and Angelus, and Cordelia being evil, to which Buffy grasped his hand and told him how sorry she was, and she really meant it. He then told her about Jasmine and then the deal that he made with Wolfram and Hart which made everyone forget about Connor but gave him a real childhood and family.

She sat there for a few moments in silence, processing everything that he had just told her. "Wolfram and Hart? Angel, do you even know anything about running a law firm?"

Angel couldn't help but laugh at that. After everything he had just told her and all she could think about was if he knew how to run a law firm. "I'll figure it out," he said with a smirk.

She smiled at that and then said, "So I guess it's my turn." Buffy launched into her story about the potential slayers arriving at her doorstep, Andrew being a "guestage" as he liked to call it, Robin Wood and how his mother was a slayer, Xander getting his eye poked out by an evil preacher, and finally the touchy subject of Spike.

Angel visibly tensed and shifted when she got to Spike and how he sacrificed himself down in the hellmouth. Buffy sighed and grasped Angel's hand again. "He really did love me," she said softly. "He got a soul," she added.

Angel mustered up the courage to ask what he really wanted to know. "Did you love him?"

Buffy glanced down at their intertwined hands before looking back into his eyes and said, "Did you love Cordy?" They sat in silence for a moment, staring at each other before Buffy continued and said, "I mean, really, loved her. Saw a future, thought you had a chance."

Angel sighed before saying quietly, "I get it."

"I cared about Spike, I still do. Just like I know you'll always care for Cordelia," Buffy finished softly. Angel nodded, and they both knew that was that. They said what needed to be said about others that had been a part of their life after they had broken up, and they understood each other.

"So Ms. Summers, what do you plan on doing next?" Angel asked, moving on from their previous topic.

Buffy smiled and shifted on the couch they were sitting on to face him better. "Well I have to figure out what to do with all these slayers. And there's still more out there. All over the world and I need to find them, train them, tell them what they really are," she answered. "Oh boy…" she said to herself, thinking about all the work she had to do next.

"I've been thinking about that, and I think that you can really benefit from this deal with Wolfram and Hart," Angel told her. When she just raised a curious eyebrow at him, he continued by saying, "They have contacts all over the world, and so many recourses that we can take advantage of. We could, um, probably set up a really nice, state of the art training facility for you here in LA." At her look he quickly added, "Or, somewhere else, wherever you want really."

Buffy stared at him for a moment longer and said, "Well, I kind of did miss LA. I was always a city girl at heart." Angel flashed her his crooked smile and Buffy felt her heart do a little flip and swell at the thought of living and working in the same city as Angel.

"Go get some rest, we can talk about it more in the morning," he told her as he stood up and then offered a hand to pull her to her feet. They walked over to the door together and Angel opened it for her. They stood there in the doorway for a beat as they both became aware of how close they were standing. Angel could just barely feel the warmth of her breath and he suddenly heard her heart beat quicken.

Buffy suddenly wrapped her arms around his large frame, giving him a hug. "Thank you," she whispered, pressing her face against his cheek. "For everything," she added, a little breathy. Angel tentatively wrapped his arms around her tiny waist before feeling Buffy give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

She pulled back and he rested his forehead against hers, rubbing their noses together slightly. Buffy slowly inched her lips towards his, unsure of how he would react. Angel closed the rest of the distance and was rewarded by her warm lips brushing against his cool ones. She let her lips linger on his for a moment before pulling away, afraid of what it might lead to.

Buffy smiled at Angel and dropped her hands from around his neck, but he kept his resting on her hips. She gulped before saying, "Do you remember during my junior year of high school, we were um, 'patrolling'" she said, using her fingers as air quotes, "And I had that egg parenting diary thing?"

Angel chuckled at the memory, distinctively recalling that they did very little patrolling that night and spent most of their time pressed up against a mausoleum feverishly making out. "Yeah, I remember."

Buffy paused a beat before continuing. "And you asked me if I ever thought about the future, if I ever cared what happened?" Angel just nodded, recalling the conversation as if it happened yesterday. "Do you remember what I said?" she asked quietly.

"Angel, when I look into the future, all I see is you. All I want is you."

"Yeah, I remember," he whispered.

Buffy just smirked before stepping out of his embrace and said, "Just wondering." And then turned and walked down the hallway towards her room. After giving him one last look over her shoulder, Angel gulped.

This was going to be interesting.


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-sailor's delight