The Beginning of the End by RedDwarfette

Summary: When the gang find out Angel is over, what will they do? Ats mid S.5.

AN: I wrote this ficlet mid-2004 and forgot to post whoops. This fiction is dedicated to all the fans of BtVS Ats who need a laugh.

Disclaimer: The characters within this fan fiction are completely the property of Joss Whedon, Fox UPN. The only thing I claim is that I wrote this.

Eve strode through the ornate doors of Angel's office with purpose, which is of course easier to do than when you don't have a purpose.

'…and that's why I think changing our motto to "We help the helpless if they have enough cash," is a good thing.' Angel said to the rest of the fang gang from behind his desk. He turned and noticed Eve by the doors, 'Hey, didn't I tell you not to come back here?'

Eve smiled, a quasi-evil smile to be exact, 'That's not your choice, big guy. I have news that will affect you all.'

'We don't want to hear it. Especially from someone like you.'

'Yeah, you're as two faced as… well, Eve,' Fred glared.

'That's too bad kids, because you are going to hear it. I work for powers beyond Powerful powers. Ones that keep you awake screaming at night.'

'It's those guys who play re-runs of Beverly Hills 90210, isn't it? I always knew they were evil,' Spike said casually flipping through a copy of New Demon magazine.

'They've probably fixed the Karaoke machine. Be prepared to have your ears bleed,' Lorne sipped his Sea Breeze.

'I thought that was scheduled for tomorrow?' Fred looked at Wesley, 'Wes?'

'Yes, that's what the ancient mystical texts tell me. After Gunn ditches the Armani suit and goes back to the ghetto and I for some reason have a torrid affair with Harmony before lunch,' Wes said.

Harmony winked at Wes.

Eve frowned, 'Look, do want a head's up or not? These powers have cancelled your show. It's over. Gone. Kaput.'

'Can the Powers That Be do that?' Gunn asked.

'The WB, sweetie. And yes they can.'

'Wait, I have heard tales in the texts of a being that has the power to amass a great army of "fans". It is called a Joss-Whedon. It might be able to help us.' Wes said.

Angel stood and began to dictate. 'Cause what's the point of being the boss and having an imposing desk, if you can't dictate?

'Right. Wes, I want you to research more about this Joss-Whedon. Fred, you help him. Check for any known associates. Gunn, go buy some baggy pants. Harmony, I want some heated blood pronto. Eve, for the last time, get out. And this time, stay gone.'

The gang and liaison to the powers retreated from the office leaving Spike and Angel alone.

'And me, oh broody one?' Spike asked.

Angel smirked, 'We've got five minutes before Harmony comes back. I'm sure we can work through another Tantric position by then.'

The End