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SPOILER ALERT! There will be spoilers for Buffy Season 8 and Angel: After the Fall. So if you haven't read the comics yet, and don't want to be spoiled, you probably shouldn't read this story. If you haven't read the comics and don't intend to, then by all means, read the story. Maybe I will perhaps intrigue you enough to start reading the comics. If you know what's going on in S8 and A:ATF, then I'm trying to stay as close to canon as I possibly can. I'm going to try to keep certain things exact, but this is a fantasy, so some things aren't going to be straight canon.

Summary: This is my take on a crossover of Buffy Season 8 and Angel: After the Fall. It has been reportedly repeated that there wouldn't be a crossover of the two comics for some time yet, and well, I think they should definetely coincide. Spoilers up to Season 8 #12 and Angel: After the Fall #6. In the first chapter, Buffy has just found out about what has happened in LA and is preparing to jump in, so to speak. This is 100 an B/A ship, though I may throw in a little Spuff, somewhere for some drama, I don't know.

The road to Sunnydale, Just Outside of L.A.

"Buffy, I'm not sure you fully understand the ramifications of what you are about to do."

"I don't need to fully understand, Giles. All I need to fully understand is that Angel, Spike and thousands of innocents are trapped in hell. They need help, and I'm here to give it. Tell me again, why exactly are you here? It's not like you care what happens to them. I mean, after all, you are partially responsible for this situation, aren't you?" Buffy stated, poking her finger at the plasma like sphere surrounding outer LA.

"Buffy, that's not fair, Giles didn't know. We all thought Angel was evil again, I mean, he was heading up the most evil law firm in THE WORLD."

"Well, that's the problem isn't it, Xander. You all thought Angel and Spike were evil again. Not a single one of you asked me what I thought. And here I thought I was the leader of this big slayer army, extremely capable of making up my own mind and everything. Guess I was way outta line in that department, huh?"

She stood, facing Xander and crossed her arms, waiting for his response. None came.

"Now, if you are all through trying to justify your actions to me, I'd like to get this over with."

She looked at each of her friends, her family. She knew they had done what they thought was best, but it didn't matter. If innocent people were trapped in hell, she should be there to free them, and she should most definetely be there fighting beside Angel and Spike.

"Uh, Buffy, what about Twilight?" Willow asked.

"What about him? How do we know that he isn't some how responsible for what is going on here?"

"Well, I guess we don't, but still. Buffy, this is HELL. A few days to us out here could be years to you, in there. Are you completely sure you want to do this, and alone to boot. You have an army that can help you, Buffy. You don't need to do this by yourself." Willow said, taking Buffy's hand in hers.

"Will, I'm sure. I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life. For once, I know where I'm supposed to be, and it's in there, fighting for the greater good. The world has 1800+ slayers out here, in there, not a one. I think they could use the odds in their favor, don't you? I mean, you had the dream too, you know what it's like in there. They are slaves, Will. All of them and he's in there fighting for them, as a human no less. He needs me, and I need to help him. I can't let him die, not without trying. Come on, let's do this, ok?"

Willow looked at her friend. Buffy had obviously been in an odd place for a while. She still wasn't sure about everything, but if she had learned anything over the years, it was to trust Buffy's instinct. And, after all, she did have the same dream, both she and Buffy were there and saw the madness that was LA.

"All right, let's do it then." Willow said with a smile.

24 hours prior, Scotland

Buffy woke, drenched in sweat. She sat up, trying to decipher the images she had just seen in her dream. All of them a bit too far fetched to be real, but somehow she knew they were. She looked next to her, where Satsu slept and thought about waking her. She decided against it and rose to grab her robe from its resting place on the chair. She slid her arms in and enveloped herself in it's warmth. She made her way to the window, looked out over the moor and recalled the images that had flooded her mind, only a few moments earlier.

'They keep coming. Hope Connor got far enough away. First heat down. Where's Spike? Oh. Dragon's helping our odds. Where's Gunn? Where's Gunn?'

She could hear his thoughts, feel his emotions. She watched as he was teleported to the top of a building and she was sucked up with him. Even in dreams, teleportation made her queasy. He was looking around, confused.

'Where? Teleported? Get back to the fight. Zombie? Tacky. Have to get back to the fight.'

It was then she noted she could feel something more than his emotions. As he started to jump from the roof, she screamed for him to stop. It was no use, he couldn't hear her.

'Quick beheading. Back to the fight. Heart racing. Where was Gunn? He'll be fine. No he was dying. People screaming. Heart racing?'

She ran after him and stopped at the ledge, afraid to look down. Then his thoughts spoke to her, once more.

'Legs broken? Back, too. Heart racing? Oh.'

He had hit the top of a car and landed badly on the pavement. She breathed a sigh of relief. He was still thinking, which meant he was still living, for the moment. She watched as Wesley approached him. He said something to him and then Angel passed out, probably from the pain.

She closed her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. She wiped them from her cheeks and turned to leave the room. She tip-toed quietly to the door, as to not wake Satsu, and opened it. Buffy peered down the hall, and made her way down the stairs to what Xander liked to call the "Danger Room". It had something to do with X-men he had explained. He was always referencing something to do with comics. She'd never been much of a reader, didn't really have the time to. She scanned the room, and saw that Willow was there, looking at one of the monitors. Just then, she remembered another part of the dream.

Angel was laying on a table, holding a book that looked as if it was made out of skin. He also had some sort of leech things stuck to his body in various places.

"Ts'nad Hc-Iz T'guerhr Ev! Nella!" Angel chanted

"Ts'nad Hc-Iz T'guerhr Ev! Nella!" Wesley repeated

Buffy realized she was no longer alone. She turned to see Willow standing next to her.

"What are they doing?" she asked Willow.

"It's black magik. A healing spell, but dark magik none the less. That's the Necronomicon he's holding there in his hand" and Willow pointed to the book Angel was reciting the spell from.

"Okay, next it says your'e supposed to put one hand on your hip and the other kinda like a spout-" Angel told Wesley.

"Wait...really?" Wes asked.

"No. Tnuets-Ne'Zal Gnav! Snem'ed!"

Nice to know he could still keep a since of humor, even while being stuck in hell and in obvious pain.

"How long do you suppose it's been that way?" Buffy asked Willow, sitting down next to her to peer into the monitor.

"Months I'd say. I remember Angel saying something about feeling wounds from two months ago, so at least that long." Willow sighed.

"I can't believe that I didn't know for two months! I mean, somebody had to know something. Did you know?"

"No, Buffy, I didn't know. Not at first anyway." Willow said, looking away from her friend.

"What do you mean not at first?"

"Well, I found out about a month ago. I wanted to tell you, but Giles insisted not to concern you with it. Because we couldn't help now anyway, what's done is done and they're in hell."

"Yeah, well, I don't believe that. I may not be able to get an army of slayers in there, but I sure as hell can get in there. And you, are going to find me a way."