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This takes place Fourth season of Doctor Who and Second Season of Angel

The Doctor sat in his TARDIS mildly at ease. Donna had stopped off at home for a visit, leaving The Doctor free to do as he pleased. He serenely sipped a cup of tea while his converse covered feet rested on the TARDIS' control panel. Ah yes, the quiet life was good. But rather boring. He needed something to do. Something to keep the adrenaline pumping through his hearts. But there he was sullenly finishing off a spot of tea. No, no, no this wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all. He sprang up, contemplating where to go. Somewhere to stretch the legs. He grinned when he thought of the perfect place. Why not visit an old friend in L.A.?

The Doctor had first encountered Angel a few years back as his ninth regeneration. Back when he was just off from the Time War. Fresh from the lines, he found himself plagued by guilt. He wanted to escape it all, so he traveled to L.A. Through fortune or infortune, he found that he had landed his TARDIS directly in the middle of a Prekian Demon feast. As the Demons were busy with their ritualistic killings, The Doctor planned to stop them. That's when he met Angel Investigations, who were on a similar mission. They were severely distracted by the Demons. Imagine there surprise when they encountered a 900 year old alien in the midst of Demons. Angel was quick to see that The Doctor was not human but The Doctor was quicker to tell the same of Angel.

"No heart," The Doctor commented.

"Two hearts," Angel replied.

But their imminent conversation was cut short by a siege of Prekian Demons. The Doctor quickly joined Angel's Team to stop them. This was before Rose and this Doctor was a much less forgiving regeneration. Wesley handed him a weapon capable of taking down the Demons. Currently surrounded the five of them: The Doctor, Angel, Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn, fought off as many as they could.

Sweaty and bloody, they survived. Angel invited The Doctor back to the Hyperion Hotel. The Doctor accepted.

"You're not human," Angel said to The Doctor, "Not a demon, are you," it wasn't a question.

"Oi!" The Doctor said, "I'm neither. Timelord. And you're a vampire; I could see that quite clearly earlier. But you're something different. And you ponce around with apes."

"I've got a soul," Angel replied in a quiet voice, "The only vampire with a soul. Cursed with it by gypsies."

"A curse," The Doctor grew quiet as well as the notion of a vampire retaining the conscience of a human, "Then you must feel immense guilt."

"You have no idea," Angel replied.

As if to prove he did have an idea, The Doctor then went on to tell Angel of the Time War and his hand in the destruction of two races. Angel could hear the pain in his voice and hear it in his voice. They were similar. The Doctor traveling the universe to make up for past actions, while Angel, confined to Earth, did the same in L.A. They spoke for a long time about the past. Two immortals conversing as time stood still for them.

They parted on good terms, both complementing the way the other way dressed. The Doctor had gone on to visit Angel two times after that. Once more as his ninth regeneration and another when he had newly regenerated into his current self. That had been interesting to explain. But Angel hadn't questioned him.

He enjoyed Angel's company. As The Doctor stood currently in the TARDIS, he wondered why he hadn't visited Angel since. A lot had occurred and he had been distracted. He smiled as he pulled the lever. Conversing with Angel would be just what The Doctor needed right now. A good heart to heart with the only other being who could understand him.

Angel sat in his office located in the Hyperion Hotel. He sipped his coffee as he read Ulysses by James Joyce, a fellow Irishman. Everything was quiet. Everyone had stepped out for the present time. Everyone was enjoying their time in the sun, except for him. Of course he couldn't and he'd rather be busy reading a book. He preferred being left in the dark reading his book. As Cordelia would say, 'It helped him work on his brooding skills.'

There was a creak from the threshold of his office. Angel snapped his head up. He saw a silhouette of a man and a woman. He gently bookmarked his book and set it aside. Rising, he straightened his shirt. Although he expected the couple to sit down, they did not. They remained in the shadows.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Angel asked, assuming this was an ordinary visit from a helpless soul.

"Yes, there is," the man answered. He stepped forward, twirling his ring, "We would like some assistance, but not yours."

The man wore a black suit. His eyes were dark brown and he had short brown hair. The woman stepped behind the man. She had flaming red hair and the one other notable characteristic about her was her long, red nails.

"No one else is available," Angel responded, "There's only me."

The woman put a hand on the man's back, "Come on Master. Stop fooling around."

Angel noted 'Master'. Why had the woman referred to him as that? Who were these people?

"Yes, yes, shut up," The Master told the woman sharply. He turned back to Angel, "Well, you can help get who we need," he began to search through his pocket.

Angel expected The Master to retrieve a photograph of a missing person or something about a case. However, he was slightly surprised when The Master pulled out a silver device. The woman began to laugh.

"Now, now Angel," The Master grinned, "We require the services of you but your true self, not the mask."

Angel's eyes narrowed. They wanted Angelus? Why? "Who are you?"

"Can't you tell? Oh wait, that's right, you can't," The Master chuckled, "Rani, now's the time," with that the both took off the rings they were wearing. That's when it hit Angel. They each had two hearts. They were Timelords like The Doctor.

Angel glared and began to head towards them, but The Master raised his laser screwdriver and zapped him, sending Angel crashing into the wall "Why fight, Angel? We're here to simply free you and we'll all go on our merry way."

The Rani grinned, "It'll be a blast to watch. You'll have so much fun Angelus."

Angel rose to his feet. They couldn't possibly take his soul. How could they? But Timelord technology was always tricky.

"See this?" The Master pointed his screwdriver once more, "I got it upgraded by a local shaman. It does wonders with pesky souls."

Light flashed from the screwdriver and it hit Angel. The Master and The Rani laughed viciously as Angel screamed in pain. He felt his soul being ripped away. No matter how hard he tried to hold on, it went through his fingertips like smoke. He fell to the floor as Angelus slowly took over.

"I do believe our work here is done," The Master rested his screwdriver on his shoulder.

"I truly hope The Doctor enjoys his new playmate," The Rani sneered.

With that, they left Angelus alone on the floor of the office to plot his homecoming back into the world. As their TARDIS vanished into space and time, The Doctor's blue TARDIS appeared in front of the Hyperion. Angelus could help but smile as he rose.

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