I'm still kind of new to this, so, yeah. R &R.
I've had this idea for a while, if Angel and gang lost in the finale, how would TPTB react? Ultimately they have to go bak to the beginning where one missed vision messed everything up.
Blood and dust comingled in the dank and darkened alleyway. There was no celebratory cheer resonating from the streets, after the fight was over and the winning side promptly left. Back to whatever underworld they had come from. There was work to do, obviously. The senior partners would certainly have their hands full trying to remove the dragon carcass and mounds of minions that lay in the streets. The outcome of the night made this task a worthy inconvenience. Cleanup crews would be there before morning light would reveal the scene before it. Had they a checklist, Wolfram and Hart could certainly now cross off Angel Investigations as one of their priorities.
Just beneath the now freshly cleaned streets the news of the fight had finally reached concerned ears. The Powers That Be were not exactly in the habit of interfering too much with the fabric of time, or space...or anything really. They had to admit they seemed pretty useless sometimes. However the outcome of this night had finally forced their hand. Things had gotten out of hand a short (relative to the immortal ones, at least) time ago, and it may be possible to right some obvious wrongs.
The decision was controversial when first handed down. Turning back time was a lot of paperwork and more often than not a huge waste of time. Arguments were made both for and against but ultimately, the big picture was seen. The souled vampire and his friends had failed where they should have succeeded, and everyone knew why. Those damn oracles messed things up again. Wasn't their first, nor their last. The twins had a habit of slacking around for their own amusement. Apparently, screwing up a boatload of prophecies and destinies was not that big a deal. They would learn their lesson.
After a process that took a little more time than they really had hoped for time was corrected, and the PTB representative that had been in charge of the whole operation found himself in the realm the Oracles had made their home. However instead of the image he had grown accustom to for the past three years of overthrown statues and general dishevelment that had been associated with the siblings' demise he found the two themselves. Standing around as usual, passively watching a few of their charges. Like most siblings though, the two were on the brink of fighting eachother in some inane and trivial way. Before one could speak however, the charge approacjed them and cleared his throat.
"Brother.." The female said cautiously. She had to know who stood in front of them , as they had an adept sense of history and time alteration, yet the reason seemed to be lost on both of them.
The male turned and nodded greeting to is superior. A curt nod was thrown his way as the man progressed closer to the two. He had made it almost completely in the face of the male before he finally spoke.
"I think you two know why I'm here." He said in a monotonous tone. As if time travel was a normal occurance in life.
"There is only one reason you're ever anywhere," The female responded in a tone that somehow projected both tired contempt and fear.
"You convinced me the first time that missing a single vision would not have drastic consequences. Even after the first potential soldier's death you squashed my concerns of future problems. One vision. Everything was still on track. The war would still take place."
"And it had. We had no idea of the outcome-" before the male could continue, the charge raised his voice slightly to continue.
"Not this." his voice however, maintained its monotony " It was different. We all feel this was not-"
"Not what you wanted. You don't always get what you want" it was the oralcles turn to interrupt.
"Please, don't patronize our mission. Just because your fate didn't change. They were down in numbers. Just because one was now morphed does not mean the odds were evened. We must do this over again. This time you two will be held accountable for any...mix ups." His voice ever wavered as he finished, every pause clearly planned.
"A second chance once more? Or is this number three or four?" The oracle asked, rising in anger.
"As many as it takes to correct you two,"
With that, he promptly flourished his hands in an elaborate method, taking the two once more back to earlier times. Now they stood in the scene at hand of their blunder. Within a black convertable sat a very nervous, entirely unnoticable man wearing a ridiculous hat.
"Try to get this right this time" the charge offered before departing, leaving the oracles to clean up the mess that one insignificant event changed.
So this is just the prologue, I guess. Everything will be a bit more clear after the next chapter. If you guys have ideas or anything, let me know.
