In this part, the big fight so highly emphasized in Season 7 turned out differently and you'll learn what happened and why…

After reading the sign for themselves, everyone was shocked.

"2023? 2023!" Dawn exclaimed. "I'm like…37! I wonder what I'm like…"

"Dawn, calm down. We don't know why we were sent here. And by who…" Buffy said mysteriously.

"Buffy, if I figured right, we have a twenty year old out there somewhere." Spike said.

"Okay we need to be careful what we do here. We don't want to be seen just yet." Giles said, looking around.

"Maybe we should go home… well here-home I mean." Willow advised, Tara agreed as she nodded.

"Perhaps." Giles pondered.

They decided to split up. Xander and Anya went to their apartment… or what they thought was still their apartment. Buffy and Spike headed to The Double Meat Palace… the sign made her hungry… Giles and Dawn went to the Magic Box and Willow and Tara went to the Summers' house.

A girl was sitting in the break room of what appears to be The 2023 Double Meat Palace. She was about as tall as Buffy, thin, medium length wavy blonde hair, with blue eyes. Future Spike walked in the room through a door behind the girl. He walked in front of her. She looked up from the book she was reading and her face angered. "Get out of here." She demanded.

"Annalise." He spoke.

"Don't call me that. That's not my name." She warned.

He was taken back a second. "Don't do this, little bit. Just give me a chance." He begged.

"You had your chance. Look what that did. It got people killed. People I—" She paused, trying not to get emotional. God I miss them…"People that I cared about."

Spike looked down, remembering what had happened. "Annalise. Listen, things change. I've changed. I'm not who I was then. I have a soul."

"Just leave…me…alone." She grimaced, clenching her teeth. She got up and walked up to the front of the restaurant. "Can I take your order?" She said, looking at the cash register.

Buffy and Spike walked up to the cashier ready to order when Emily looked up and turned a ghostly color.

"What the hell?" Emily said. "Mom?"

Buffy was shocked. Apparently this was her daughter. She looked her up and down… and definitely Spike's. Didn't think I'd see the say my kid was working at the Double Meat. "You're…" She started to say, looking down at her belly.

"Carol, I'm going on a break!" Emily yelled, taking her hat off. It was then that she realized who was behind her mother. "I thought I told you to leave me alone!" She said angrily to Spike. Buffy turned to Spike as Spike look very confused. "You and your stupid missions. What you thought you could just pull my mother from the past and everything would be fine?"

"What are you talking about?" Buffy asked, sitting down at the table beside them. The other two took a seat together.

"You're not him…" The girl said, the tone of her voice quietting.

"Him who?" Spike questioned.

"My father. I mean, my father in this time. How did you get here?" She asked.

"How about starting off with introductions?" Buffy said, confused.

"Sorry. I'm Emily. Obviously I'm your daughter… God Mom, it's good to finally see you again. I never thought I'd—" Emily said, stopping herself. Her face became serious. She looked over at Spike and hurt filled her eyes. She got up out of the seat and darted out the door. Spike was on his feet in seconds. He turned back to look at Buffy.

"Go! I'll catch up." She insisted.

Spike ran out, Emily still a good distance ahead of him. Speeding up, he got side by side with her. "You can run pretty fast." He said, proud. She continued to run.

"Go back home."

"Listen, can you just stop. Little bit!" He yelled. She stopped and turned to him. She's hurting.

"You can't tell me what to do. You don't have that right." She sneered.

"Listen, I'm not good at this whole heart to heart talk, but I cant understand if you tell me what is going on."

Emily relaxed a little. She sat down on a park bench and Spike sat next to her. "You killed Mom."

Xander and Anya walked up to their apartment door and Xander knocked.

"Open up. We're not going to kill you." Anya yelled.

"Ahn! Keep it down." Xander warned as a woman answered the door.

"May I help you? It's a bit late—oh, you must be Mr. Harris's son. Huh, I thought he had no children of his own. Anyway, what can I help you with?"

"Actually, we're looking for him. Does he still live here?" Xander asked.

The woman gave him a strange look. "Mr. Harris hasn't lived here since that friend of his passed away. It's always hard loosing someone so close to you."

Oh God. "Do you know where he lives now?" He asked her as much as he'd like to know more about the death.

"I'd say about 20 years ago he up and left. He had a toddler with him. I think he said he was moving in with some friends. I'm sorry, but I don't remember much. It was so long ago."

"Thank you." Xander said kindly. The woman shut the door and Xander and Anya headed for the Summers' house.

Willow knocked on the big wooden front door of the Summers' residence.

"Well, the mailbox still says Summers." Tara said to Willow. Both women stopped in their tracks when they saw who answered the door. It was Willow.

"What's going on?" Future Willow asked. A second person came to the door. Tara. Future Tara.

"What is it baby?" Future Tara asked, then looking at the two women standing in front of her. "Oh boy." She said, staring.

"What are you talking about? I would never—" Spike said, baffled at what came from Emily's mouth.

"Okay so you didn't physically kill Mom. It hurt just as much." Emily said as tears drew from her eyes.

Spike's fatherly side kicked in. "Don't cry niblet. Just tell what I did? Why would I cause you this pain?" He questioned, wiping her tears from her eyes. At first her reaction was to back away but then she let him. He didn't do anything bad…yet.

"My name's not Emily. Well I mean it is, now. I was born Annalise Joyce Summers. When I was three months old there was a great battle. Potential slayers from all over the world came to our house to train for the great battle. I've been told that my mother fought amazingly. The best of the best, you know? Anyway, the night before the great battle you just up and left. No one knew why and my mother was so upset. She was so upset that she was side-tracked and she lost her life during the great battle because of it. She wasn't the only one we lost that day. Anya was killed as well along with dozens of potentials. We didn't win the battle and we're paying now because of it. No hope, no love, just fear. They rule everything here. When the great battle was over, Uncle Xander moved in with Aunt Willow and Aunt Tara. Unfortunately you decided to drag yourself back sixteen years later but by then I was already chosen. I had vampires to kill, demons to track down. You pleaded with me over and over saying that you had gotten your soul back. You wanted to… what were your words… make amends. When I was eighteen I changed my name. I didn't want any reminders of you. It was your mother's name wasn't it? Annalise. Funny, as a child I couldn't say my name right. People thought my name Emily. I was too little to understand. It just grew on me from there. I work here. Not exciting but that's what you get when you have nothing to live for." She ended. She looked up at her father.

Tears made a path down Spike's face. This time it was Emily's turn to wipe them away. "How do I make it better?" He asked his daughter. At last, Buffy had caught up to them. She was covered in sweat.

"Spike, it's time. The baby's coming." Buffy said, panic in her voice.

Spike turned to look at his daughter but when he turned there was Emily, about five or six years old. She took Spike's hand and smiled at him. "Make Amends, Daddy." She let go of Spike's hand as he awoke from a deep sleep… and obviously a very horrible dream.