Summary: It's Tabula Rasa, Angel style! A demon from Angel's past temporarily erases the memory of the Angel team so that he can find a way to kill Angel, without him knowing who he really was.

Set during Angel season 5, after the episode Harm's Way. Possibly even after Soul Purpose, but I'm not exactly sure – please work with me cos it's just an idea.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I own nothing, blah, blah, blah. I don't even own the story – I'm just using it for a means of my imagination. I don't gain anything from this. No harm no foul, right? The only thing I own here is the new characters.

Chapter One: Old Friends

Dennis Perkins paced back and forth in his dirty little hideaway beneath the streets of downtown Los Angeles. He'd been hiding for several days now, watching Angel.

That vampire is going to pay for what he did. Dennis thought. God, I hate him so much. He doesn't belong up there with them, he belongs dead. But more dead than just a vampire. He needs to die to be punished.

'What's your problem, man?' came a voice, echoing through the sewer tunnels.

'Kirk?' Dennis called. 'What do you want? I'm busy thinking.'

'Yeah, 'cause you're so good at that. You being so smart and all.' Kirk sneered. Dennis picked up a piece of broken pipe and threw it at Kirk. He quickly ducked and the clattering of metal echoed through the place.

'Look Kirk, I'm trying to think up a plan of how we can get Angel.'

'The guy who killed your family over a hundred and fifty years ago? Man, you gotta let it go.' Kirk wandered down to where Dennis stood. Without Kirk noticing, Dennis reached inside his coat and pulled out a stake. Kirk suddenly caught sight of it and edged backwards. 'Hey man, I never meant anything by that. You know, I think I know how you can get at him without him being able to defend himself.'

Dennis was becoming interested in the conversation. 'Go on…'

'Guyra Tapa. It's a spell. You cast it, and the person or group of people it is intended for lose their memory, temporarily.' Kirk explained.

'For how long?' Dennis asked, wanting to know more. There was a distant thought in the back of his mind edged on the possibility that he could actually get Angel back after all these years.

'24 hours. After that, they'll get their memories back. But until then they're sitting ducks. Especially if you can catch them in a place that they can't go anywhere from. Angel's hotel would be the perfect place.'

'You mean the old Hyperion? He doesn't even live there anymore! He works for Wolfram and Hart now, you know, the root of all evil? How are we gonna get him away from there and back to his dust old hotel?'

'You leave that to me. I'm here to help you out on this one man, don't think too little of me.'

'Just don't get anything wrong.'

'Hey, have a little faith. I'll get done what needs to be done. You don't worry, just have a plan of what you wanna do to him.'

'Oh, I've got the perfect idea. Get what you need for this spell of yours and meet me back here at nightfall.' Dennis jumped up onto a low platform and disappeared into one of the tunnels. Kirk turned and headed the other direction, off to find the ingredients to perform Guyra Tapa.

Chapter Two: A Phone Call and a Meeting

RING, RING. Wesley picked up the phone. It was getting late in the afternoon, and most of the office was getting ready to leave.

'Hello?' Wesley answered the ringing phone in his office.

'I asked for my call to be directed to the CEO of Wolfram and Hart. Is this Angel?' came the voice on the other end. It was Kirk.

'Uh, no. My name is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce and I'm the head of the Historical department. Maybe I can help you?'

'No, I need to speak with Angel. It is very important.' Wesley was getting suspicious of the caller.

'Please hold, I'll direct your call to his office.' Wesley hung up the phone and quickly made his way to Angel's office. He was still there, signing papers with Gunn by his side directing him of right and wrong choices.

Angel looked up. 'What is it Wes?'

'There's a call on line 1 and they're asking for you. I think maybe you should take it. He said it was important, but I must say I've got a bad feeling about him; whoever he is.' Angel leant forward and pressed the "speaker phone" button on his phone.

'Angel here.'

'Angel? I have to meet with you.' The voice said. Still, no one knew of Kirk.

'What about?'

'It's your hotel, Angel.' Kirk answered. 'We need to meet there. Tonight.' Angel leant back in his chair and it groaned.

'Okay. And what exactly is wrong with my hotel? Why do we need to meet there so urgently?' Angel was suspicious too. Gunn and Wesley exchanged confused glances.

'There is something here that you need to see. You may want to bring a few members of your team as well. It is extremely important that you show up tonight. People's lives are in danger. When the sun sets, be there.' Kirk hung up, leaving a dead line on Wolfram and Hart's end. Angel pressed another button to end the call.

'I guess we should go then.' He said.

'Angel, we still don't know who this guy is or what he wants. Are you sure that it's safe to just go into the hotel unprepared? All of us?'

'Wes, this guy sounds for real. He said that there is something there at the hotel that is a danger to people's lives. We help people, right?'

Wesley nodded. 'Yes, but…'

'So we're going End of story. Call Fred; tell her to meet us at the Hyperion.' As Angel stood up to leave, Spike wandered through the door.

'Spike, what do you want?' Angel asked, suddenly getting quite moody.

'Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm just here to ask you if you've seen Fred.' Spike replied tauntingly.

'She should be in the lab.' Wesley told Spike. 'Did you look there?' Spike nodded, and Wesley looked across the room at Angel.

Gunn suddenly caught on. 'You don't think… At the Hyperion?' Angel's expression turned serious.

'That guy wasn't very clear on much, except that we should be there when night falls. He did sort of sound like he was hiding something. And if it's Fred, I swear I'll kill him. We're going, now.'

Spike watched on, almost completely unaware of what any of them were talking about.

'Care to share with the other children?' Spike asked Angel.

'Spike, stay out of this. Just go.' Angel told him, putting on his leather coat.

'Hey, from what I'm hearing you say, Fred's involved in something. She tried to help me, and I'm gonna return the favour.'

'Spike, I understand where you're coming from but this isn't something we can just rush into. We can't have a loose cannon on our team when we go and see what this guy wants.' Wesley explained.

'Fine, I won't do anything heroic then.' Spike sneered. 'Just please, let me come along and help her out?'

'Pft.' Angel scoffed. 'Never thought I'd see the day when Spike pleaded to be part of the team. You're not coming.'

'Angel, come on! I owe Fred something for all her troubles tryin' to heal me of my ghostliest. You really don't think you can stop me from coming, do you?'

'Well, not exactly. But I'm telling you now, we don't want you there.'

'… Don't want me there, ha! Bollocks! Angel, you know deep down that you need me in situations like this.'

'Situations like what? We don't even know what the situation is! We don't know if Fred is actually there, it's just our assumption.' Wesley jumped in, breaking up the argument. 'It could be something else!'

'Well, I'm coming anyway, whether you like it or not.' Spike finished.

'I don't…' Angel mumbled.

'Angel, just let him come. This argument is wasting our time.' Gunn whispered to Angel. Angel rolled his eyes.

'Fine. Spike, come on.' He hated having to give in to Spike, because it made him feel as thought Spike had won. Again. They grabbed a few weapons from Angel's office and headed out.

The elevator door opened to reveal Lorne. 'Ah Angel, just the man I was wanting to see.

'Not now Lorne.' Angel said quickly and harshly.

'Where are you all going?'

'Hyperion.' Gunn answered.

'Can I come?" Lorne asked. 'I haven't seen that place for God knows how long.'

'Sure, why not?' Angel replied. 'Everyone else seems to be tagging along. They travelled the rest of the way down to the carpark in silence before stepping out and piling into one of Angel's snazzy work-supplied cars. They drove off, headed for the Hyperion hotel.

Author's Note: I'm not entirely sure where this idea came from. I watched the Buffy episode Tabula Rasa (and loved it) and wondered to myself what it would be like "Angel style". I decided to give it a go. Reviews are welcome, and I'll update soon if people like what they see so far. :)