Disclaimer: Angel, Spike, and Lindsey are not mine, they belong to those who hold the rights to the characters. Alexa, Shannon, and James are my creations.
Rating: R
Summary: Alexa and Shannon test out a little invention of Alexa's that takes them to the Angel-verse, and land there a little sooner than they were hoping. Shannon picks up a new talent, Alexa finds an old nemesis alive and well here, and someone they didn't expect to show up follows them, causing a few problems for their new friends.
Prologue
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Shannon gave the tangle of wires and sillicon that embraced the base of the massive sheet of glass, and led to a computer console off to one side a dubious look.
"Nope!" The cheerful voice came from under the console, as Alexa woked on the last few connections, other wires trailing from the computer to a projecctor set up on the far side of the glass. "What's the worst that could happen? We get a few glass cuts, and are still here. Best case scenario, we're precisely where I intend to go. And I can pounce that gorgeous blond bloodsucker."
"You can have Spike. You promised I get Angel. If this works." Shannon gave the set up another dubious look. "How much power does this take?"
"Enough to black out New York, if the caculations are right." Alexa wiggled out from under the console, moving around to the far side of it to boot it up.
"And if they're wrong?"
"The entire East Coast will be without power." Alexa shrugged. "Do I look as though I care? I'm not going to be here to have to answer questions."
"Yeah. But the machine will still be here, and set up. They'll be able to pick it apart, and reverse engineer your work."
"Oh, no, they won't." Alexa giggled. "They'll have to sift through rubble to find all the pieces of the machine."
Shannonn stared at her friend. "You didn't say anything about explosives on the phone!!" she yelped.
"Um, Shannon, that would be a bad move. Who knows if they're monitering the phone lines?" Alexa tapped the console, biting her lip. "So far, so good. Booting the program just fine. It'll have to warm up the relays, and then it will start the projection. Then we grab the gear and go."
"And how do you plan on setting off the explosives if we're not here?"
"They're on a timer, Shannon. They'll go off on their own." Alexa headed for a screen in the corner, changing out of her grubby work clothes, and pulling on a pair of black jeans, tank top, and a black headscarf before lacing up a pair of combat boots. "And before you ask, I left enough time for me to defuse them if it fails."
"If you're not unconscious, that is."
Alexa tilted her head, grabbing a duffel, and setting it in front of the glass. "True. If that's the case, you'll find the map for the explosives tacked up on the far side of the screen, and the code to defuse them."
"And if I'm knocked out too?"
Alexa shrugged. "Then we die."
"You're crazy!" Shannon was staring at her friend in shock. "And might I remind you, we can't work on this more if we're dead?"
"And if we're dead, we might get Spike and Angel anyway. Come on, Shannon, where's your sense of adventure?"
"Back home, asleep. With no clue that any of this is going on." Shannon replied flatly.
"Pity." Alexa turned to the screen, which was beginning to light up with the last scene from the last episode of Angel. "Grab your duffel, here goes nothing." She slung her duffel over her shoulder, grabbing the katana that had been on top of it.
Shannon sighed, grabbing her own duffel, and the two took off at a dead run straight at the glass sheet. Launched through the air, it felt like they were being streched impossibly thin, and then....