Title: Next Time I'll Let the World Get Sucked Into Hell!

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. I just wanna borrow them for a bit.

Spoilers: Not Really. I dunno what's gonna happen. All I know is that Spike is coming to Angel so I can still have my weekly dose of Bleach Blonde Hottie!

Summary: Sequel to "If This is Redemption Then Let Me Be Damned!" located in the Buffy section. This fic is just inspired from some random ideas from my silly little head of how Spike could come to the Fang Gang.

Chapter 1: Stranded in my Bleeding Birthday Suit.!!!

It's been two months since the apocalyptic war that awakened Slayers all around the world and closed the hellmouth in Sunnydale. Although this was a triumphant day for the Scooby Gang, their victory was not without loss for they too had casualties. Friends, family and lovers that lost their lives along the way. Among those casualties was an ensouled Master Vampire named William the Bloody, nicknamed Spike for torturing his victims with railroad spikes. He killed two Slayers during his time of destruction and mayhem. At the young age of 126 years old (at least young for a vampire) he came across a slayer he couldn't kill. Buffy Summer. He'd later fall in love with her and find a way to restore his soul so that he can be a "man" for Buffy. His unrequited love led him to fight along side her into the mouth of Hell. Unfortunately, this proved to be his last battle, for he was destined to profill a prophecy that was crucial to the destruction of the hellmouth. Spike died valiantly in battle, not knowing of the consequences of his actions. That he would be rewarded for his sacrifice. At least it was suppose to be a reward...

Off in the distance of a still, black night, a bright light shines and a figure has fallen from it...

"Bloody Hell!!!!!! Cor, that hurt. You make one comment about Charlton Heston being a "Gun Happy Moses" and you get booted outta Heaven!! Oh well, it's filled with nuttin' but namby pamby good-doers anyway." At this point, Spike has a good look around. " Wait a bleeding minute, I'm still in Sunyhell!!! Or at least what's left of it." He gets up on wobbly legs when he notices something peculiar... "It's a bit nippy out, I wonder why..." Spike looks down and sees that he is as naked as the day he was born! "Bloody Hell!" His voice comes out as a surprisingly high shriek as he moves to use the severely beat up "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign to cover himself. Fortunately for us and unfortunately for him it isn't covering much. Spike starts to angrily shake his fist to the sky. " Damn you and your holier-than-thou attitude! You think it's funny leaving me out here in my bleeding birthday suit! You effin' wankers!"

Just then, a black van pulled up in front of the crater that was formally Sunnydale and a bunch of commando-looking guys pooled out. " Hey! Keep the Hell away from me! the last time some commandos came near me the tossers jumped me from behind and neutered me! And believe me boys, you do NOT wanna mess with me tonight. I got kicked out of Heaven with nothing on but a smirk on so I'm thoroughly brassed off at the moment!!!" The mysterious guys in black continued to inch their way toward Spike. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Spike tried to "Vamp Out" on the guys but nothing happened. His expression went from enraged to dumbfounded. As he became more and more confused he noticed something he hadn't taken into account before...His heartbeat began to speed up. "What the fu...Ahh!!" He's question was interrupted when one of the dudes in black shot him with a shock gun. "We better get him back to Wolfram & Hart." Stated the head Commando guy. "We were informed to get him there before Mr. Angel left the office with this message." The head commando gave his second in command a slip of paper as his men packed Spike up in a duffle bag. Once he received the paper he began to read it out loud.

"Dear Mr. Angel,

I want to congratulate you on your new job. After our past "encounters" it's a bit ironic that you ended up in W&H after you ridiculed me for being one of the best and brightest there. But no hard feelings, ok? I hope you enjoy you little "prezzie." I'm sure he'll provide you and your little group hours of fun and laughs. Think of it as payback for that little practical joke you pulled on me before I left.

Love,

L.M."

The 2nd in command looked at his superior with confusion. "What does this mean? It sounds kinda..." The officer picked up his hand and tilted it up and down to indicate...uhhh...slashy implications. "Hey, I was taught never to ask questions." replied the head commando. "Come on guys, let's load the "prezzie" into the van." The commandos threw Spike in the back and drove away heading toward Wolfram &Hart.