Author's Note: Yeah, this is a new story. I hope you like it! I've had the idea in my head for AGES. In fact, I have tried to write it once before. Needless to say, it was a dud. This came to me last night, so here goes! Enjoy! (PS- when it goes to "Sunnydale '98, it's between the episodes "What's My Line? Pt 2" and "Ted" in the 2nd season of Buffy.)

Disclaimer: I neither own the show "Angel" nor the show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer".

Angel was in his room at the Hyperion Hotel, brooding. I've been doing that a lot lately…

His son Connor had recently come back sixteen years older than when he had disappeared in the portal to Quortoth. He grew up in a hell dimension…

Holtz, Angel's old enemy from centuries past, had kidnapped him and jumped into the portal. He hates me…

Angel's brooding session was broken when someone knocked on the door. "Angel?"

It was Cordelia. Cordelia Chase had known Angel since she was in high school.

Sighing, Angel heaved himself up and opened the door. At least she knocked this time, he thought dryly. Cordelia smiled. "You have a phone call downstairs," she told him.

Without saying a word, Angel walked past her and went downstairs.

"Tch," Cordelia said, following her boss down the hall.

"Angel here," Angel said into the phone.

"Angel? Hi!" the voice said. "This is Willow."

Angel frowned. "Willow. Hi."

After a few moments' silence Willow said, "Actually I just wanted to ask you a favor."

"Sure, Willow. Anything." Immediately after saying this Angel knew he would probably regret it.

"Great!" She sounded happy. "I'll just come on over, and we can…"

"Whoa. Willow, what is it I'm going to be doing, exactly?"

"Bye Angel!" With that the young witch hung up.

Angel slammed the phone down and gritted his teeth. Everything was annoying him today. He sulked back into the main lobby (he had taken the phone call in his office). "Who was it?" Cordy asked. "It sounded kind of like Willow Rosenberg…"

"It was."

Cordelia's eyes lit up. "What did she want? How is life in good ol' Sunnydale?"

Wesley walked in the room and raised his eyebrows. "'Good ol' Sunnydale'? Since when was it good?" he said.

"I was being nostalgic." Cordelia said huffily.

Angel shook his head and tried to hide his smile. He would die without his friends. Well, die mentally anyway. "She's coming here," he said. "I think I agreed to be her guinea-pig."

Two hours later Willow Rosenberg was at the front doors. "Hey guys!" she said cheerily.

"Willow!" Cordelia squealed, rushing forward to hug the witch. "How are you?"

Willow looked awkward and patted her shoulder, unsure of what to do. "Uh, hi Cordy," she said, glancing at Angel and Wesley. Angel looked amused, but didn't say anything. Wesley, however, said, "She's been 'nostalgic' of late."

Willow raised her eyebrows. "Riight."

In Angel's office, Willow was telling Angel every little tidbit of Buffy's life- that he actually didn't care about.

"-and then they made her invisible and she cut her hair. It was really cute. Then-"

"Willow!"

"Yeah?" Willow said, frowning at the interruption.

"That's all really…nice. What is it you want me to do?" Angel said. It's not like he didn't want to know about Buffy, he just wanted to know his fate more.

"Oh. Well, I want to test a new spell."

Angel groaned inwardly. He had never done it, but he knew time-travel wasn't easy. Or it wouldn't be, if it were possible. "How do you know it would work?" he asked.

Willow gave him the look. "I don't. That's why you're going to test it," she said pointedly.

It was night and all the lights in the hotel were turned off. Angel was sitting in the middle of a pentagram made of sticks and candles. Willow, Cordelia, Wesley, Fred, and Gunn were each at a point, holding hands. Willow had already spread the magic sand around the pentagram and was now concentrating with her eyes closed. After five minutes of silence Cordelia said, "Um, isn't something supposed to happen?"

"Shhh!" Willow hissed.

After a few more seconds of quiet, Willow started chanting the spell.

Angel was having second thoughts, but he knew it would be useless to say anything. Willow had already begun, and nothing would stop her now.

An encasing of bright greenish purple light encased Angel, and he felt a tingling sensation spread through his body. He felt himself being torn backwards through time.

Sunnydale, California 1998

Angel woke up in a room that was strange to him, but familiar at the same time. Where am I? he thought. It took him a minute, but he soon realized that he was at his small, concrete apartment in Sunnydale. The one he hadn't lived at since…Since Buffy and I…

L.A., present times

"Did it work?" Willow asked, breaking the hand-connection with Cordelia and Wesley. Angel was slumped over in the center of the pentagram. "I don't know," Cordy said. Without another word she reached over and poked Angel. Hard. He sat up lightening fast and said, "Ow!". He looked around at everyone, and his expression slowly went from slightly confused to plain scared. He frowned at Wesley, Gunn, and Fred as if he didn't recognize them, but he visibly relaxed when he saw Willow and Cordelia.

"Willow," he said. "Where are we?"

It was Willow's turn to frown. "We're at the hotel," she said.

"What hotel?" Angel asked. Before Willow could register and reply he added, "When did you cut your hair? I like it."

"Angel, my hair's been like this for a while."

Angel turned to Cordelia. "And you! I can't believe you'd cut your hair."

Cordelia looked hurt by this comment. "You say that in a very condescending tone," she said, sounding indignant.

Ignoring the pointless hair discussion, Willow and Wesley were going over what could have gone wrong with the spell. Cutting Cordelia off, Willow turned to Angel and said, "What was happening right before you woke up here?"

Angel's brow creased in thought. "Kendra, that other Slayer, was leaving town."

Willow felt as if her eyes were about to pop out of her skull. "Willow, I don't understand." Angel said. "Who are they?" He pointed at Wesley, Gunn, and Fred.

"Willow, what's happened?" Wesley whispered, not wanting Angel to overhear.

"I think we accidentally switched past-Angel with our Angel."