Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Buffy or Angel characters. They all belong to Joss Whedon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Imagine that the spell in 'Spin the Bottle' didn't take effect for. . .oh say. . .fifteen years. Now, imagine that the gang broke up after season 4 with Wesley and Fred getting together and going to live in London, Cordelia and Angel getting together and staying in L.A., Gunn and Gwen getting together and staying in L.A., and Lorne being the Lorne we love and heading off to Vegas. I wonder what will happen. . .hm! Read on!

London, England, April 5th, 2018

"What time is it," Fred asked her husband as she looked up from the book in her lap.

Looking down at his watch, and rubbing his eyes, Wesley was startled to see that it was already three 'o clock in the afternoon.

"Time to put these away," he replied to her question, standing and opening the cabinet with the padlock on it.

Following him, Fred placed her book in the cabinet beside his, brushing her hand against his own, then placing a hand on his back, "that's not why I wanted to know."

Putting her lips on his as she said this, she giggled when he kissed her back, stumbling into his chair with her on his lap, "well, I suppose we do have a few minutes."

"Mum! Dad," a female voice yelled as Haley Wyndam Pryce entered the study to find her parents practically making out.

"Ew! Gross! Get a room," she said, though didn't disappear as Wesley and Fred adjusted themselves quickly.

"Well, we would but we probably still couldn't escape our wonderful children," Wesley muttered so that only Fred could hear him.

"Did you need something," he asked, somewhat frustrated at being interrupted, though his question was soon answered as his son, Jacob Wyndam Pryce, came hurrying into the room, his sister's pink cellphone in hand.

"Geese, don't flip your wig, I only wanted two of your friends' numbers," he said, looking at his parents, "see, I gave it back!"

Folding his arms, his frustration growing, Wesley rolled his eyes, "how old are you, Jacob?"

"Thirteen," the boy replied, knowing what his dad was doing.

"And do you know better than to steal your sister's cellphone to get her friends' numbers," the older man asked as the boy rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Dad, but. . .they're hot," the boy glanced at his sister, then took off running up the stairs towards his bedroom.

Sighing, and touching the spot on his forehead, where he could feel a migraine forming, Wesley knew the evening would not be relaxing. In fact, he'd probably have to break up a fight or two with threats of thrashings and groundings, empty of course.

"It's your night to handle this," he said, looking at his wife, who shook her head.

"I don't think so. It was my night the last time," she said, patting his chest, "I'll get you some aspirin."

"Much appreciated," he muttered as he heard yelling from upstairs. Why were teenagers so tough? Why couldn't his two older children still act like their younger sibling, Hope? He'd have to make her promise to keep her sense about her when she got back from science camp the next day.

All in all though, he had to admit, he would rather have them arguing than in danger from some evil entity. If he could only get some then things would be perfect.

Los Angeles, California, April 5th, 2018

"Hey, there handsome man," Cordelia Angel said as she took her grandson from his mother.

"He's getting bigger everyday," Conner said from the corner, where he was talking to his father.

"Yes, he is. Aren't you," Cordy asked the baby, as Claire went to her husband.

"He's getting strong, too. It must be those vampire genes," she said, looking at Angel and Conner.

"Oh, honey, don't worry. They're hard on the outside, but big softies on the inside," Cordelia said, smiling to husband, and giving him a wink.

"We're not softies," both men protested, with Angel taking a couple steps towards his wife and the baby.

"I mean, yeah, I like Barry Manilow, but who doesn't, and. . .oh, does he have my eyes," he asked, looking carefully at the baby.

"Softy," Cordelia said, making the other two laugh.

"Well. . .," Angel started, getting flustered at not having anything to counter this, "okay, I am, and as an admitted softy I'd love to hold my grandson."

Handing the baby off to Angel, Cordelia smiled to Conner and Claire, and thought how perfect everything was.

Los Angeles, California, April 5th, 2018

"Mommy," young Chuck Gunn exclaimed as he ran across the yard to greet his mother.

Smiling widely, Gunn watched as his wife picked their son up and twirled him in the air, then picked himself up off the grass and walked over to her, giving her a passionate kiss.

"Hey, there, stranger. Been gone long enough," he asked as she held up a black bag.

"I got what I went for," she said with a wide smile, putting little Chuck down and wrapping her arms around Gunn.

"Does this mean no more surprises," he asked quietly.

"This one isn't a prototype," she replied, "I should never shock anyone again."

"That's good, because I mean, it was rather shocking, no pun intended, when I got a jolt when we were trying to. . .you know," he raised an eyebrow, "and speaking of which, I think we should finish what we started as soon pos. . ."

"Do you two mind," the fourteen-year-old barged past them, interrupting their tender moment.

"Not really. Do you," Gunn asked his daughter.

"Somewhat, I mean, I like to walk around my house without having to see that," Alonna put a hand on her hip, an eyebrow raised.

"How do you think you got here," Gunn asked, picking up the hose and spraying his daughter.

Watching Gunn chase the kids around the yard with the hose, Gwen couldn't help but smile to herself. Things were so perfect.

Grabbing his head as the migraine set in again, Lorne looked around, grabbing a bottle of aspirin.

"This doesn't make sense," he said to himself, "it was fifteen years ago."

It was then he knew what he had to do. He had to get in a car, and get to Angel and Gunn. Then, they'd have to call Wesley. God, only knew what could happen after all these years if that spell came into effect! One thing was for sure though! It wouldn't be good!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Uh-oh! What's going on? Will Lorne get to them in time? I hope so! Please read and review! Next chapter will start with us in the Wyndam Pryce household.