Morgan stood at the gateway. It was exactly where Wesley had said it would be. Even though Connor had been protesting severely, she hadn't allowed him to come with her. "Now or never." She whispered. She set fire to the incense. "I beseech Thee; let thy lowliest of servants enter into your presence." The gateway began to glow with a bright, white light. Morgan could sense something pulling her into the light. Almost instantly, she was on the other side. The room was made with ancient stones, and lit by the soft golden glow of candles.

"You!" A voice echoed through the chamber. "Why do you come before us?"

Morgan searched for the source of the voice, but to no avail. "I come in hopes of redemption. I need you to turn back time."

"Why should we help you? What price are you willing to pay?"

"I have to save my friends. I'll do whatever it takes."

"What are you willing to endure?"

"Anything."

"Where are you willing to go?"

"Anywhere."

"Even here?" Morgan was struck with a vision that knocked her to the ground.

Pain. Agony. Torture. Darkness.

The vision passed. Morgan staggered to her feet. "Even there." She gasped.

"This began the day you stopped Holtz from taking Connor. So we will erase from that time forward. The present time will not be tampered with, but instead will be as though you have not been there. As of now, Holtz did take Connor to Quar-toth. They found a way back; however, Connor is not the boy you remember. He has been filled with hate. Wesley just now rescued Angel from being trapped on the ocean floor. But everyone is alive. Your quest is completed. But you must still pay the price. You, Angelus, and the others committed many sins. Now you have the chance to earn redemption. But every action has its consequences."

Morgan bowed her head. "I understand."

"Your punishment will not last forever. We will remember you when the time is right. Now go. Your destiny awaits you."

A creature came forward and roughly grasped Morgan's arm, causing her to wince in pain. "Come with me." It growled. Morgan nodded and followed him into hell.

A hell dimension

A girl cowered but couldn't avoid the stinging lash of whips against he bruised and bloodied back. "That's enough for now." A harsh voice barked from the darkness. "She's taken her beatings for 350 years now without even trying to escape. Besides, we're getting someone new tonight. A particularly evil bastard if you know what I mean." Several demon guards laughed. "Throw her back in her cell. I might let her out to play with the new inmate tonight." Two demons roughly shoved the girl into a cage-like cell. Her limp body thudded sickeningly as it landed on the ground.

A few hours later, the girl was fully awake and on guard. A man was being led through the gateway. He was fighting uselessly against his chains. "Welcome to Hell, Caleb. We've got a little surprise for you. Bring her out!" Caleb was forced into a large cage.

Another door opened and the girl was shoved into the same cage. She stared at Caleb and he stared back, bewildered. "Morgan?" The girl growled and vamped out. She sprang at Caleb and began to feed off him. She sank her teeth into his throat and tore at his chest with her fingernails. When Caleb stopped screaming and passed out, two demons entered the cage and pulled Morgan off of him.

"That's enough fun for one night." They said as they shoved her into her cell. Morgan crouched at the door of her cage and glared viciously at Caleb.

The head demon was watching her close by. "What's the matter? You don't like your new playmate?" Morgan looked up at him and he searched her eyes. "Oh, I see. He's part of the reason you're here. Now I call that interesting."

Eventually, Morgan tired of glaring at Caleb's limp form and began to pace her cell. After about an hour, she reluctantly curled up in a corner, pressing her back to the wall. Even though she fought it, sleep soon came. No one noticed the stream of silvery light that poured out of a small crack in the stone wall. It snaked around Morgan's head and entered her ear.

Girls. Darkness. Evil. An enormous cavern. Fighting. Death. An amulet. A champion. Victory for the slayers.

Morgan woke with a start when someone kicked her, viciously. "Wake up you filthy dog!" An angry voice growled. Morgan looked up to see a demon standing over her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her to her feet. "The powers didn't send you here so you could sleep. Let's go." Still holding her by her hair, the demon dragged Morgan out of her cell and into a dark, smoke filled chamber.

In the middle of the room was a chair. Made entirely of iron, the chair was equipped clamps on both the arm rests and the legs. The demon shoved Morgan into the chair. He then fastened the clamps and place and heavy iron collar around her neck. On the back of the chair was a chain. The guard pulled the chain through loop on the back of Morgan's collar. He then fastened the other end of the chain to the chair. Satisfied that Morgan was secured, the demon left. "Now don't go anywhere." He called mockingly over his shoulder as he closed the door.

"Hello, my young friend." A voice hissed from a corner. Morgan's eyes widened in terror. All she could make out was shadow of a creature holding a burning, hot poker. "I'll be honest with you." The creature said. "This will be...painful." It jabbed the poker into Morgan's side, picked up a hot knife, and slashed her across her face. Morgan screamed. And the demon laughed.

A mystical window was opened into the room where Angel was speaking To Wesley, Gunn, Spike, and Ilyria. "We'll be ready, but today, I want you guys to go out. Live. Do whatever you want." The window closed.

The powers began murmuring amongst themselves. "He's going to fail."

"Not if we help him."

"We cannot interfere."

"We have to do something."

"The senior partners break the rules, not us."

"The rules don't apply to me."

"What are you saying, Archa?"

"I'm a warrior. I can defeat Wolfram & Hart."

"How? You have no form."

"Give me the girl. She's suffered long enough."

"Yes. The vampire, Morgan. 700 years in that dimension. Take her, do as like with her." Instantly, Morgan was brought forth into a room of blue mist. She was even more ragged bloodied and bruised than before. A beam of light suddenly surrounded her as Archa took possession of her body. When the possession was complete, Archa stood straight. She was now dressed in a flowing white gown, and she was clean. "GO! And return to us quickly." A voice echoed through the chamber. Archa smiled, bowed and left.

Archa found Wesley and Ilyria. Wesley was lying on the floor, after being stabbed by Vail. Ilyria had just killed the demon and was now attending to Wesley. Archa walked over to them and knelt on the ground next to Wesley. She placed her hand over the knife wound and began murmuring an incantation in an ancient tongue. A golden light shot from her hand into Wesley. Almost instantly, the wound was healed. Archa stood as both Ilyria and Wesley looked at her in amazement. "Come with me. Your friends need you." She said as she walked out the door. Wesley and Ilyria quickly stood and ran after her.

They soon found Angel, Gunn, and Spike in the alley where they had agreed to meet. An army of demons was advancing towards them. Archa moved in front of the group. "Stand back!" She commanded as she raised her hands to heavens.

They watched in stunned silence as of lightning shot out of Archa's hands and eyes. Each demon instantly exploded the moment the lightning touched them. When they had been completely destroyed, Archa turned to face Angel, Spike, Wesley, Ilyria and Gunn.

Ilyria was cowering. Archa walked towards her and stretched out her hand. "Ilyria, Come forth, that I may know thy face."

Ilyria screamed. "NO! I won't be sent back."

Archa put her hand on Ilyria's forehead. "You know who I am. You cannot fight me."

"I won't go back!"

"Ilyria! Come forth!" Ilyria screamed again, and a white light began to pour out of her. Soon Ilyria was in the form of an almost transparent demon. When Ilyria's energy left her body, Fred's energy returned to it. Fred collapsed on the ground, and Wesley rushed over to her.

Ilyria glared at Archa. "I won't be sent back!"

"Be silent! You have no power here. Go back to the depths from which you came!" Ilyria shrieked and vanished. The others where staring at Archa.

"Morgan?" Angel whispered.

"Bloody looks like her." Said Spike.

Wesley shook his head. "I don't think that's the same Morgan that you two remember."

Archa smiled. "You presume correctly. My name is Archa. I was a warrior, like yourselves. I was killed long ago in a great battle. However, the powers were not willing to give me up. I have been waiting to be of use to them for quite some time."

"But you look exactly like Morgan." Angel said.

Archa looked at her hands. "Ah yes… your friend… I'd almost forgotten."

Spike looked livid. "Forgotten what, exactly?"

"The powers were kind enough to lend me her body." When she saw the anger in their eyes, she quickly added "Temporarily of course. She's better off now than if I had left her where she was."

Angel was furious. "What the hell do you mean, 'where she was'?"

Archa looked surprised. "You mean you don't know. She's spent 700 years in a hell dimension."

Everyone's mouth dropped. "Are you off your bloody rocker? Morgan isn't even 300!"

"Not in this dimension she isn't. Time works differently in other dimensions. But enough talk, you may have your friend back. She has suffered enough." Archa's eyes glowed white. A blinding light began to pour out of her. It flowed upward and disappeared into the night sky.

When the light was gone, Angel Spike, Gunn, Wesley and Fred turned their gazes toward Morgan. She was crouched near the ground. A wild look of terror was in her eyes. The white gown was gone, and she was wearing the ragged clothes she had been wearing in the hell dimension. The back of her shirt was ripped open. Her back was covered in cuts and scars. Her skin was covered in blood and dirt. Her hair was now dirty and matted. Angel reached out to her. "Morgan."

His hand brushed her shoulder. Morgan growled and pulled away. "It's alright. It's me, Angel." Morgan growled again, then, suddenly shoved past Angel and ran off into the night. Spike looked ready to go after her.

Angel stopped him. "She'll come back when she's ready."

Fred, who was still shaken from sharing her body with Ilyria, now stood next to Wesley. "How do you know she'll come back?"

Angel didn't even blink. "She always comes back."