Disclaimer: Nothing is mine but the plot. They all belong to the godlike Joss.

A/N: I know it's short, but it's a bit of a teaser. This is AU, and I hate to say it, but I really haven't seen that many Angel episodes. Just enough to have gotten the general idea. But I'm a die hard Buffy tVS fan, so this is also drawing from that. I couldn't decide which category it would fit best under, so I decided on Angel.

And I'm also looking at the word "bygones", and it just looks like something from biology class, so here's a definition for anyone who doesn't know. Bygone: 1. Existing or having happened a long time ago 2. Something that happened, existed, or was manufactured a long time ago (often used in the plural)

Chapter 1: Bygones

Spike and Angel were at it again. The century long argument, the one that had started shortly after Angel had opened that fateful box. There would never be a winner, only a violent fight that Angel would ultimately win, and then the awkward silence that always followed. How many years on this earth and they had never come to a conclusion? For Angel, 300 something? And Spike not quite as many? Still, they are the oldest vampires around; one would think they'd act a little more mature.

"I'm telling you, cavemen have gut instinct, but astronauts only have technology."

"Yes, and technology will always win out over brute strength." Angel was really tired of this argument. And anyway, he was right.

"No, I think you're just keeping this up to be the poof you are," was Spike's I-can't-think-of-a-comeback reply.

"Excuse me." Both Spike and Angel turned to face the wrinkly man sitting behind them. "Could you keep it down? My granddaughter is sleeping." He gestured to the young girl next to him whose head was slumped against the window.

"She wouldn't be asleep if she wasn't out past her beddy-bye time," Spike muttered loud enough for Angel to hear, but not enough for the old man.

"Just shut it." Angel turned away to look out the window of the train that was hurling at an incredible speed. At the strangest times he would find himself surprised at the way technology had advanced. And then at the same time the things that would never change would remind him. Like Spike's coat for example. Angel turned to look at the vile thing as his thoughts were drawn to it. After over a century of use, the idiot refused to take it off. Sure, it looked presentable from a distance, but if one got close, she or he'd notice holes, tears, and places were holes and tears were messily sewn together. When Angel had once asked Spike why he insisted on keeping it, he'd told him: "I can't get rid of it. Sod off." For some reason, Angel actually respected that. To an extent.

"You smell," Angel pointed out to Spike.

"You have a large forehead."

Angel ignored the overused comment. "It's the coat. It's beginning to smell. I'll bet that little girl can smell you in her sleep. She's probably having a night mare right now about a smelly swamp monster."

Before Spike could reply, the train began to slow down. A fancily dressed man poked his head through a window up front and called, "Last stop, Sunnydale!"

----End-Chapter----

Okay, what are your thoughts? I realize it's a short start, but I don't want to put a whole lot of effort into something people aren't going to like. So, yay or nay? To continue or not continue, that is the question.