Note: Not my first story actually. I've written others…that shall never be spoken of. Ever. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine, quite obviously.

2nd Note (sorry): Ermm…take into account…that in no way do I wish my character to be a Mary Sue.  Oh yeah and it's post NFA.

One Month Earlier

Spike woke up to find that he was lying atop several disgusting…things. It took his head a couple of minutes to stop spinning and when he finally stood up (big accomplishment) he searched around for any of his battle buddies. The first thing he noticed was a heavily armoured hand sticking out from under a…thing. After struggling through the bodies of what he was pretty sure were thirty thousand…things, he pulled one of the beings from the hand, to reveal that it owner was still attached to its body, or, in this case, its 'shell'. Spike nudged Illyria with his foot.

"Wake up. Come on you stupid bint wake up!" he finished with a swift kick to her midsection. Immediately, Illyria grabbed his foot and slammed him onto his back, with an axe at his neck. Spike smiled.

"Good Morning." she withdrew the axe slowly.

"You live. Every day your luck astounds me." she said, her voice low and malicious, as always. She wouldn't be Illyria without that fantastic social attitude.

"Thanks, I think." Spike said standing up. "Where are peaches and the lawyer?"

"The human died quickly," Spike hung his head in respect, "I do not know where Angel is."

Spike looked around for any sign of his sire. He spotted spiky black hair towards the end of the alley. He started towards it and pulled at more…things until he saw his fellow un-dead. He pulled him towards Illyria. He looked at her.

"Let's get him inside somewhere. Know any places?" Illyria stared back blankly. "Didn't think so. Alright, let's wake him up. Come on peaches." He started shaking him. After several minutes, he stopped shaking and looked up.

"He's out for the count, and bugger me if I'm carrying him." Illyria's only answer was a look, and then, a hard punch to Angel's face. He woke up instantly.

"Well, that worked." Spike said trying not to laugh. Angel grunted and sat up.

"Ow!" he winced and looked around. "Spike? You're alive?"

"In a matter of speaking."

"Illyria?" she merely nodded. "Gun?" Spike glumly shook his head. Angel hung his low for a minute or two. He looked up hopefully. "The Shanshu?" Spike was startled. He hadn't thought about the prophecy yet. He placed his hand where his heart was and listened. Nothing. He shook his head.

"Must be you then, Peaches. Congrats." He said standing up, swearing loudly.

"It's not me." Angel said suddenly. Spike turned back to him.

"How do you know?" Slowly Angel pulled off his jacket to reveal a dagger sticking out of his stomach. He pulled out and stood up. "Oh, that's why." Spike said. "Well then why…and how…but you…and I was…BUGGER!" He shouted and turned around again.

Angel was just as confused as Spike. Why hadn't the Shanshu been fulfilled? What were the Powers playing at? How many freaking times did he have to save the world for this stupid prophecy to fulfil itself already?! He gave a frustrated groan but quickly straightened up.

"We have to find a place to stay." he told his companions.

"Oh, yeah? And where do you suggest we stay, eh bright guy? What place would take in two wounded vampires and an Old One?"

Present Day

"You know I still wonder how in the world you still have this hotel." Spike said while handing Angel a mug. They had decided to stay at the Hyperion.

"Technically it's mine, and do you mind helping?"

"I am helping! I'm ridding you of the ridiculous job dusting old coffee mugs." Spike retorted.

"Gee, thanks." Just then Illyria came into the room.

"The training room is set."

"And in record time. It's nice having a one woman construction team around." Spike said with his trademark smirk. Illyria glared at him.

"FINALLY!" they turned to look at Angel who, in turn, was looking pretty darn proud and relieved. "The last room in this hotel is set and clean."

"Congratulations darling. This Christmas I'll buy you a brand new set of oven mitts and an apron." Spike mocked. Angel growled at his grand-childe. Spike shrugged as they moved into the entrance hall.

"So this is it. Just the three of us." Angel said. Spike sighed and nodded.

"Unfortunately. How I wish for someone to knock on that door to save me from the misery of spending another lousy century with you." Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Angel and Spike looked at each other. Angel went to answer the door.

"Good job Spike. Next time wish for money." He said as he opened the door, revealing...

MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

The evil laugh indicates my evil genius cliff-hanger…and yes I do realise that sentence does not make sense.

My "extra" I guess you could call her is coming in later episodes. Oh, yeah and these people will make an appearance:

Buffy

Dawn

Andrew

Giles

Xander

Willow

The Immortal

Faith

Connor

and Darla

SHOCK!!! HORROR!!! I know…Darla is one of my absolute favourite characters so in the spirit of fan fiction…I'm bringing her back!

Oh and I'm calling a vote for my character. If you do not vote, I decide:

Destiny (MY NAME! YAY!)

Hope (MY BEST FRIENDS NAME!!)

Christina (NO ONE'S NAME!! YAY!)

so VOTE VOTE VOTE!!

oh yeah and review…

Destiny (or Desi as my friends call me)