Author's Note: Ok, this chapter is a bit shorter than usual, but it needed to be ended where it does.


"I will find you." The voice whispered. "There is no use trying to hide." She looked around frantically for the source of the voice. She couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. Someone came up behind her and grabbed her arm. She turned with a start.

It was Angel. "Come on, this way." She shook her head. "You'll be safe if you come with me." She looked around nervously and decided to follow him. He led her down an alley. There was a bright, hot light at the end of the alley.

"Angel, I don't think we should go down there."

"You're the only one who will be going there." He replied. She looked at him in bewilderment. She didn't have time to react as Angel punched her and sent her flying back into the light. She tried to stop herself before she hit the light, but something reached out and grabbed her.

"I found you…" the voice hissed. "…I told you I would." She panicked. Without thinking, she brought her elbow up to where she hopped the face would be…

Angel jolted awake as Morgan's elbow smashed into his face. She was still asleep. She seemed to be fighting an invisible enemy. Sweat was pouring off of her. Her face contorted. Whatever she was fighting, she was fighting it hard. Suddenly Morgan jolted awake, gasping for air that she didn't need. There was a look of wild terror in her eyes. She spotted Angel and backed away.

Angel looked concerned. "It's alright, Morgan. It was just a dream." Morgan shuddered as her face returned to normal. Angel stood up. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Morgan nodded.

Angel walked out into the living room. Spike woke up instantly. "What's going on in there Angel?"

Angel gave him a look. "Stay out of it, Spike."

"What are you going to do? You can't keep her locked up in there forever."

"She isn't locked up. She'll come out when she's ready."

"Or when you're done with her. Besides, who made you the one in control of Morgan?"

"I never said I was controlling her. But the fact that I'm the one in this group who spent time in a hell dimension does give me a bit of seniority. I can tell just by looking at her that she's endured far worse than I did."

"So then what's your big plan?"

"My plan is to give her somewhere safe to hide and to make sure she has whatever she needs. Now, if you'll excuse me, I haven't eaten lately." Angel walked to the kitchen and

Spike followed him as he went to the refrigerator and pulled out some blood.

"That's a lot of blood."

"It's not all for me." Angel shot back as he pulled out two mugs from a cabinet. There was a moment of silence.

"So, Wes and Fred are getting married."

Angel looked up from the microwave. "Really? When did this happen?"

"Just a few hours ago, you were with Morgan."

Angel looked annoyed again. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Spike shrugged. "Nothing, just that you were otherwise occupied." Angel picked up the mugs and headed back to his room. Spike followed. "You're going back in there?"

"It's still my room, Spike."

"I realize that, just don't get too cozy. You're easier to deal with than Angelus." Angel ignored the comment and went back into his room, closing the door behind him.

Morgan was sitting curled up in a corner. Angel walked over to her and sat down next to her. He looked at her for a moment, studying her. Her arms encircled her legs, and she had her knees drawn up under her chin. He touched her shoulder. She flinched. Angel saw his mistake; blood began to seep through the cloth of her shirtsleeve. "Hold still." He whispered as he pulled the sleeve away from the wound. It was shallow gash, but it was new.

He looked at her hand and fingernails. They were covered in blood, her own blood. She must have scratched her shoulder without realizing it until the wound was deep. Angel stood up and got a tube of medication and some gauze from his dresser. He came back and reclaimed his spot next to Morgan. "I'm going to put some ointment on this cut. It will sting, because the cut is so deep, but don't pull away."

Morgan looked at the floor, and Angel felt her tense as she anticipated the pain. He gently took her hand. "Try to relax, Morgan. The less you tense up, the less it will hurt." He felt her muscles relax a lit. He dabbed the ointment onto the cut. She winced and a small growl escaped her lips. When he was finished, he gently wrapped the gauze around her arm. "There, it's done."

She looked up at him. "Where is Connor?"

Angel looked stunned. "What do you mean? You never met Connor."

Morgan looked at the floor. "Maybe I imagined him." She muttered.

Angel turned so he could look in her eyes. "Morgan, look at me." She raised her head timidly. "What are you not telling me?"

She blinked back tears. "I did meet Connor. I saved him."

"What did you save him from?"

"My father." Morgan replied. "I took to the Quar-toth and he found the way back. We were happy. The three of us were together. Then…" She looked away.

"What happened?"

"We lost our souls. Wolf, Ram, Hart… the three stole our souls. And I helped them do it."

"What happened after that?"

"Spike and Drusilla came, we took over a town. Sunnydale… We killed the slayer and her friends. My soul came back. I ran away. I sought out the powers. They erased me from the past. I was sent to hell to pay for our sins. 700 years, I gave up hope of redemption. Then I was called out. They brought me back here." She refused to look at Angel. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

Angel turned so that his back was once more against the wall. He pulled Morgan into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face in his chest and sobbed. Angel kissed the top of her head. "Shh… It's alright Morgan. Connor is safe."

It was nearing dawn. Morgan was asleep. Her head was resting on Angel's tear-soaked shirt. In the silence, Angel realized how much he had missed holding her. He was glad she seemed to be sleeping peacefully. She had literally gone through hell, and he hated himself for that. He kissed the top of her head. "Sleep well, little one." He said and then drifted off to sleep.

Morgan sat on a park bench, resting her left hand on her swollen belly. Her wedding ring glittered in the sunlight. Angel wrapped his tanned arms around her. "How do you feel Katie?"

She grinned up at him. "Wonderful Liam, but you are blocking my sun." He laughed.

"Angel! Heads up!" Spike called as he tossed a football. Angel caught it and gave his wife a quick kiss. Morgan, Fred and Buffy watched as the four guys started a game of football. Buffy was showing her eight month pregnancy. Morgan was nearing her ninth month and Fred wasn't showing as much at three months. Suddenly, Morgan smelled blood.

She woke with a start. Angel had just set a mug of warm blood on the night stand next to her. He looked concerned. "What's wrong?"

Morgan rubbed her head. "Nothing, it was just a dream. But it was strange, almost like a vision… but more real." She said taking a drink of the blood.

Angel smiled. "You must be ready to get out of this room."

Morgan sighed. "The quiet is nice, but I am getting a bit restless." She said as she ran her fingers though her hair. She looked at the tangled mess in disgust. "This is one of those times when I'm glad I don't have a reflection."

Angel grinned. "I'll ask Fred if she has an extra brush."

"Thanks, Angel."

Wesley, Fred, Gunn and Spike were sitting in the living room when Angel came out of his room, followed by Morgan. "Everyone, this is Morgan." Angel said. "Morgan this is Wesley, Fred, Gunn, and you already know Spike." Morgan smiled her greeting. "Fred, would you mind if Morgan borrowed some clothes and a hairbrush?"

Fred smiled. "Of course! My room is this way." Morgan was about to follow when a vision struck her, knocking her to the ground.

A final battle. Shanshu.

Destiny.

Angel helped Morgan to her feet. "Are you alright?"

Morgan nodded as she massaged her throbbing head. "We've got trouble."

Morgan explained her vision. "Bloody hell…" Spike said. "Didn't we just do this?"

"Doesn't matter" Angel said. "Morgan's visions aren't wrong. Morgan, any idea about when to expect the battle?"

"Tomorrow night around midnight. The battle will most likely be at the center of town."

"Doesn't give us much time." Gunn said.

"We'll be ready. I'll call Buffy and let her know what's going on." Angel replied.

As Angel was calling Buffy, Fred helped Morgan find some suitable clothes. Morgan sat crossed-legged on the floor in jeans and a red t-shirt. Fred babbled away explaining in detail the events of the past two years. "…And then you showed up, but you weren't you. You were someone else. And you kicked Ilyria back to wherever it is she came from. Then whoever was using your body left, but you were still here, and Angel tried to talk to you. But you ran away, and then you showed up again. But you know about that." Morgan grinned. She liked the tiny Texan.