Author's Notes:Wow, this chapter just kinda wrote itself. It was so easy to write for some reason. I think it's because of who is in this chapter. Who you ask, well read on.

Chapter Twenty Five

Cordelia sighed as her cell phone went off. She reached into her cluttered purse in search of the phone. Finally she found it and picked it up without seeing who it was. "Hello?"

"Where the hell are you?"

"Hello to you too, Spike," she grinned. "I'm on my way to school. I should be there in time for lunch, I promise. You guys alright?"

There was a slight pause as Spike let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, we're good, princess. Just get back here alright. I've got a bad feeling and the whelp here is feeling it too." Cordelia nodded knowing that he could probably just sense the motion. She had a similar ill feeling.

"I'll be there in ten. Don't worry. Bye." She turned the phone off and leaned back in the driver's seat. Under ordinary circumstances, Spike's paranoia would have been upsetting and bit annoying but they were no longer operating under normal circumstances.

She felt that familiar sharp pain whenever she thought of Angel. It had been a week since he lost his soul and he hadn't hesitated to find some way to let the Scoobies know he was thinking of them. It started with the picture of Jenny on Spike's bed. And soon other pictures followed. There would be pictures of them taking out the trash, or sleeping. Or even sometimes their parents. Cordelia shivered slightly and put her foot down harder on the accelerator. The sooner she got to school and was around her friends, the safer she would feel.

Finally she saw the school looming in the horizon. She pulled into the parking lot and quickly started to make her way to the courtyard she knew her friends would be eating lunch in. she was halfway across the lot when she felt a hand cover her mouth and drag her into a darkened alley. She thrashed against her assailant but he was stronger and bigger than her. Her eyes drifted down towards the familiar hand. There were two rings on his fingers. One was a green gem she had never seen before but the other was the ring that matched her own. She choked back a tear before stomping hard on his foot making him release her.

"Now, now, darling," he grinned at her. "Is that anyway to greet an old friend?"

"Is this any way to treat an old friend?" she shot back. "Angel, why are you doing this?"

"The name's not Angel. It's Angelus. Your soul boy is gone. I suggest you come to terms with that."

Cordelia shook her head. "He isn't gone. I'll never believe that. I know that you're in there somewhere, Angel. And I will help you."

Angelus clutched a hand over his heart. "Well that was certainly touching. Well it would be if I cared."

Cordelia narrowed her eyes and searched for a scathing comment. However, one wasn't forthcoming as she finally noticed something. "You grabbed me in the daylight." Angelus winked.

"Give the girl a cookie," he pulled her closer. Cordelia pushed him way and landed on the floor. "Oh come on now, Cordy. That's just embarrassing. All that training and that's the best you can do."

"What do you want?"

"Just out here in the no longer vampire enflaming sun, letting you know that you're never safe. I can come and get you anytime I want and there's not a thing you can do to stop me."

"Well we'll give it a try anyway." Angelus barely had time to react as something heavy crashed down on his head. Cordelia looked up to see Spike offering her a hand up. She gladly accepted it and stepped away from the staggering vampire.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?"

"I don't know how you're out in the sun, mate. Personally, I don't care. Just get out of here before I have to do something we'll all regret."

"Aw, you're so cute when you're trying to be bad," Angelus cooed. He smirked at them. "Don't worry. I'm leaving. I've got plans. Just felt like seeing my favorite girl for a little while. I feel that we've grown apart these past few days."

Spike closed his eyes and sighed. Cordelia tensed behind him but remained silent. When he opened his eyes again, Angelus was gone. He turned around and saw that Cordelia's resolve had quickly faded. She was shaking her head slowly and staring at the spot Angelus once stood in. "It's my fault."

"What?" he asked puzzled. "How is his attacking you, your fault?"

"No, no this, I mean all of it. That night I should have made him come over or I should have gone over there. I should have done something differently."

"If you had done anything differently you might have died, Cordelia. He could have killed you that night. or worse yet let Dru or Darla have a go at ya." He held her face gently in his hands. "I know it hurts, princess. It's killing me too. But he's not the same Angel anymore." Cordelia looked down and Spike didn't hesitate to pull the cheerleader into a hug. She held him tightly. "We'll get him back, Cordy. I promise you."

"But will we want him back is the real question," Cordelia whispered against his shoulder. He pulled back slightly and looked her in the eye. "Who is to say that he doesn't do something a bit more proactive than just following us around taking pictures? What's to stop him from trying to kill one of us? Can we really just forgive that?"

"You have to tell yourself that it's not Angel. Well not the Angel we love. It's the demon in him." Cordelia noticed the distant look in his eye. It suddenly hit her that Spike was worried about that happening to him one day. She hugged once more before following him back to the waiting Scoobies. Buffy was the first to pick up on their distress, Cordelia's visible and Spike's mental. Of course Anya was a close second and lacking in tact.

"Wow, you look like crap, Cordy," Anya commented as the two approached the table. Willow poked her on the arm. She shrugged. "Well she does with the runny mascara and messed up lipstick." She backed away from the glares being thrown her way. "I'm just saying…."

"What happened?" Buffy asked once Spike had sat next to her again. He rested his elbows on the table and looked at Cordelia.

"Angelus can play in the sun like the real boys and girls," Cordelia sighed as she plopped down at the table. "So now not only do we have to fear him at night, we also get to fear him in the daytime."

"I wonder how he can get around in the daytime. Cordy, did you notice anything on him that's he's never worn before?"

"Besides that shade of evil skeeve he's seems to be sporting full time lately, nothing," she shrugged. "Actually, come to think of it. He did have a new ring. It was green. Kind of pretty actually."

"Oh boy that's not good," Anya muttered.

"Comment from the former demonic peanut gallery?"

"That ring sounds like it's the Gem of Amara. It would render the vampire wearing the ring invincible. It would allow them to walk in the daylight and make it impossible to stake them."

"How about decapitation or fire?"

"Don't know actually."

"How about cutting off the finger, Frodo/Gollum style," Xander suggested. Anya shrugged again.

"I'd be willing to look into later." 

"Good," Willow nodded. "We gotta stay on top of things. With Giles and Jenny out of commission for the time being, we're pretty much the only thing that stands between Angelus and the whole world's destruction."

"Way to apply the pressure there, Red," Spike muttered. He rested his chin on his hand and sighed. He looked around suddenly noticing the empty spot beside Xander. His brow furrowed. "Where is Faith?"

"Right here!" a voice chirped happily behind him. He turned and glanced at his sister. She was smiling ear to ear which was odd thing to see lately. He peered over the top of his shades.

"You feeling alright?"

If anything, Faith's smile grew wider. She pulled a sheet of paper out of her book bag and slapped it onto the table. Xander pulled the sheet over and his eyes widened in shock and slowly a grin made its way across his face. He too looked up at Spike with the same wide smile that graced his girlfriend's face.

"They're really starting to scare me now," Anya stage whispered to Cordelia. The cheerleader nodded and pulled the paper over herself. She spluttered upon reading the words and showed it to Anya, who had a similar reaction. The cheerleader allowed herself to smile for the first time since Angel lost his soul. She looked up at Faith and Xander with a wide smile. "Well this must have ruined those little geeks' lives."

"What? What in the bloody hell is going on?" Spike snapped, annoyed, although happy to see his friends smiling once again. He grew even more agitated as the paper passed into Buffy and then over his head to Tara. Both girls had reactions similar to the others. Spike groaned and let his head thump against the table. Beside him Willow shrugged. She was just as clueless as to what was going on. Finally the pair were allowed to see.

"It's a graduation memo. What's the big deal about that," Willow looked at Faith curiously. The slayer nodded and indicated that she should read on. "Oh it lists the valedictorian and salutatorian. Oh my goddess."

"What?" Spike practically whined in frustration. Willow pointed to the two names. He smiled when he saw the valedictorian. "Oh congratulations, Red. You're valedictorian. Not that I wasn't expecting something like that."

"Were you expecting to be the salutatorian?" Willow pointed to the second name.

Spike's eyes widened as he saw his own name listed there. "Are you serious? There has to be some sort of mistake there. I'm the salutatorian?"

"It's probably not a mistake. Come on, Spike, what is your G.P.A?"

"Um, I don't know," Spike replied absently, still looking at the paper in shock.

"What's the lowest grade you've gotten in high school?" Xander tried again.

"A B+ in Physics because Crenshaw hates all men," Spike shrugged. He thought for a minute. "I guess that's my lowest grade. So that makes me the second smartest kid in this school?"

"Not saying a lot for the students of Sunnydale High is it?"

They all turned to the source of the voice. Spike narrowed his eyes at Snyder but managed to refrain from saying something insulting. "I expect that that you and Ms. Rosenberg will not disappoint your school in its time of need. The mayor is expected to give a speech that day and I will not have either one of you delinquents ruin it for the rest of us."

"Trust me when I say that if graduation is ruined it won't be on account of us," Xander promised. The principal simply narrowed his eyes and leveled them all with a glare.

"You will do well to make sure that it isn't ruined. Also when do you expect your father will grace us with his presence?"

"As soon as my mom can get out of bed and function for herself," Faith retorted sharply. "Until then, your guess is as good as ours."

"Yes, well," Snyder fumbled. Finally he settled on glaring at them all again before walking away.

"I really hate that man. I wish he could get eaten by something huge and slimy!"

"Wish granted," Anya said.

"Really?"

"No, not really," she retorted.

"That was a good one, Anya."

"Thank you," the former vengeance demon beamed in Xander's direction before sticking her tongue out in Cordelia's direction.

"Losers," Cordelia mumbled under her breath. She grinned as both Anya and Xander flung straw wrappers at her. But then just like that her smile was gone. It was replaced with the bittersweet knowledge that contrary to popular belief and their actions, they were growing up and moving on. They were going to be leaving behind their library hang out soon and she felt a pang in her chest. "You guys, I think I may actually miss this place."

"Yeah, graduation less than a few weeks away," Tara said, looking around as well. There were so many memories that they all held there. "Can you believe it? Soon we'll be high school graduates. We'll be college students."

Spike noticed that Xander had gotten a little tense and started to change the subject when Xander spoke up, surprising him. "So did you all decide on where you're going?"

Spike blinked. Xander shrugged in response. He had decided that if he wasn't going to go to college, there was no reason his friends should have to feel sorry for him. He was going to be proud of what they would accomplish in college.

"Well at first I was thinking of moving to Los Angeles to become an actress but then I thought about that a little more. Moving to LA would be the dumbest thing I've ever done. There is totally nothing for me out there. I'd be leaving behind everyone, especially Angel. So I chose to go to UC Sunnydale. Besides that they're the only school that accepted me."

"Told you to apply to more than just three," Buffy chided. "Well I'm sticking around too. The Hellmouth needs more than just one slayer. I think we've proven that more than once since Faith got here."

"Very true," Faith put an arm around both Cordelia and Buffy. "Yay, you're not leaving me!"

"Of course not. We're going to be dorming. But you can come see us whenever you want."

"Hey, I told you weeks ago that I was going to stay but you never got that happy."

"That's because Tara told me the same thing herself. I couldn't get any happier over you than I did for her."

Anya suddenly sat up straight remembering something. She pulled a thick envelope from out of her backpack. "I got this in the mail this morning. What is it?"

"Anya! This is a college acceptance letter," Willow took the envelope from her. "For UC Sunnydale. I didn't think you even applied."

"Oh is that what that form was for? So what does this mean?"

"It means you're going to college with us?" Buffy and Cordelia blinked and exchanged glances. "I thought the point of going to college was to get away from our annoying friends."

"Wait, am I the only one who hasn't decided?" Willow looked confused. She frowned as she looked at her friends. They were all staying around but this was her college education. That was what was important, wasn't it? She chewed on her bottom lip indecisively.

"Don't worry about it, Red. Like I told whelp here, no matter what happens, where you go, we'll always be friends," Spike said. Buffy nodded and rested her head on Willow's shoulder.

"You're right." Willow really didn't feel too convinced though. She shrugged the feeling off and smiled wanly for her friends. Like Tara said, graduation was in a month. Their prom was in two weeks. They didn't have time for moping. They should be enjoying the little time they did have left which each other and of course trying to figure out how to restore Angelus' soul. "When is Ms. Calendar getting out of the hospital?"

"We don't know. She's been pretty out of it for the past couple of days," Tara replied. "We're hoping that she can get out by next week."

"What happened to her uncle?"

"He's dead. Found him sliced and diced a few miles outside of town," Spike shrugged. "Can't say that I'm too torn up about it."

"Pretty much," Buffy agreed. She noticed how the mood had gone down slightly and decided that a change in conversation would be necessary. She smiled playfully and held onto her boyfriend's hands. "So what are we doing about prom?"

"Prom? On the Hellmouth? Do you really think that's advisable?"

"What's the worst that could happen?" Xander asked before he could stop himself. He groaned and slapped a hand to his forehead. "I've just brought certain doom upon our prom. It's officially ruined."

"Oh it better not be! I'm on prom committee and this thing better go smoothly or else!"

"Yes, Cordy. We'll tell all evil that if they even think about ruining prom, we'll send an angry cheerleader with visions to their doorstep. That'll put the fear of god in 'em!" Willow quipped, earning more than a few laughs.

"You know what?" Cordelia narrowed her eyes and glared at the redhead, though the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth completely destroyed her so called angry image. "I liked you better when you were quiet and mousy!"

"Yeah but you love me now."

"Yeah I do," Cordelia gave in and leaned into her friend. She looked around the table at her friends, her pillars of strength. With everything that she had been through in the past year, she didn't know how she would function without them. When she looked back on the way she was before, she found herself cringing. Doyle helped her change and the others kept her that way. She grinned at Buffy who was poking her on the side. It would take work but she would find a way to restore Angel's soul and get things back to the way they were. Because as she looked at her friends she realized they were more than worth it.


"Hey Lucy, I'm home!" Angelus bellowed as he walked into the mansion, he, Darla and Drusilla had been calling home for the past week. He grinned at the sunlight streaming in through the windows. The grin grew wider as he replayed the look of pain that crossed his younger friends' faces as they saw him. It always made him feel good to make others suffer. And then just like that the grin faded as he remembered sharing happy times with all of the Scoobies. "Get over it," he muttered to himself.

"They say that talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity."

Angelus stopped in his tracks at the sound of the new voice. "And they also say sneaking up on one of the most bad ass vampires to grace this earth is another a sign of insanity."

"When I meet one, I'll be sure to bear that in mind."

Angelus turned around to face the cocky newcomer. He was young, maybe only a few years older than the Scoobies. He had brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He projected an aura of carefully constructed confidence. He tilted his head back and continued to appraise the kid.

"So I see you were out enjoying that shiny, new ring of yours."

The vampire looked down at his ring and then back at the kid. "What if I am?"

"Then you're doing exactly what we want you to do."

"We?"

The kid grinned again and pulled a card from his jacket pocket. "Wolfram and Hart." He held the card out to Angelus. He took it and regarded it carefully. He knew about Wolfram and Hart. He knew what they specialized in and wondered what they could possibly want with him.

"Lindsey McDonald? Isn't that a bit of a prissy name for a boy?"

"Not any worse than Liam," Lindsey retorted.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?"

"In my line of work, I've seen some pretty evil things," he sized the vampire up quickly. "Trust me, I've seen worse."

"Interesting. So tell me why I'm not killing you right now?"

"Because you're intrigued. You know who I work for. You know who they are. And I bet you're just dying to know what they want from you." He cocked his head to the side. "And aren't you wondering where the ring came from? Unless you really do believe that Drusilla found it."

"Should have known. The bint is too insane to hunt for herself, what made me think she could find a ring like this?"

He motioned for Lindsey to have a seat. "Wolfram and Hart would like to offer you a deal, Angelus. If you become one of our clients, we'll ensure that no harm will come to you, either from the law, other demons or most importantly the slayers and their little gang. We'll also ensure that any references to your soul and the spell to restore it be wiped from existence."

"And what would I have to do for you?"

"Just follow our rules. First up, this plan of yours to open Acathla. It doesn't exactly go along with the plans of the Senior Partners. And second, we would need you to leave the slayers and their friends alone. The Senior Partners have big plans for them and you're messing up those plans. They're willing to set up in any locale of your choice."

Angelus laughed softly. "You've got to be kidding me. Just take the joy right out of life why don't ya?" he rose to his feet pulling the still too calm lawyer with him. "I like you, Lindsey. That's why I'm not going to cut you a new belly button hole and watch you bleed to death. Instead I'm going to send you back to your bosses at Wolfram and Hart with a little message: No deal. I do what I want, when I want. I answer to no one. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Lindsey choked out. He didn't struggle against the ironclad grip that was on his throat. He knew the futility in it.

"Good boy," the vampire patted him on the head and threw him to the floor. "Now you remember what I said and tell them that if they send anyone else out here I'll be sending them back in buckets. Have a great day and thanks again for the ring."

Lindsey nodded and rose to his feet. He straightened his suit and tie, collected his belongings and headed out the door. As he walked outside he could hear Angelus' mocking laugh following. He turned around just in time to catch a blonde vampire join him in a darkened room. The female wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a passionate embrace. Lindsey turned away and pulled a cell phone out of his pocket.

"Lilah, its Lindsey."

"Did he take the deal?"

"No."

"Then it's over?"

"Hardly." Lindsey grinned and headed to his car. He opened the trunk and pulled out a long sword. "Time to join up with the winning team."


"I'll trade you my orange goop for your purple mess."

Tara chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully before sliding the mess off her plate and onto her brother's. He in turn passed what could be thought of as carrots to her. She watched as he took a tentative bite of the purple substance and grimaced.

"What is it?"

"Nothing that runs in nature," Spike blanched, grabbing the cup of water and washing it down. "Hospital food has to be the most disgusting thing known to man."

"That's why they make you eat this," Faith added. "To make sure you hurry and get better. Even you can't live off this crap much longer."

Jenny smiled softly and nodded. It took too much energy for her to do much else. "Do you want some more?"

"No thank you, Rupert," she whispered. She held his hand in hers tightly. She was grateful that she was alive and on her way to being well. Her baby was relatively unscathed from the whole ordeal making her really consider Drusilla's words. She wondered what type of power her child possessed that could make Drusilla so fascinated. Of course, Dru was also the same vampire who watched the ceiling in the middle of the day and talked to the 'stars'. She shook her head and tuned back into her family.

"So I have to write a speech," Spike complained. "And say it in front of the whole bloody school! The whole school!"

"That's what you get for being a brain," Faith teased playfully. "My brother, the brain."

"My sister, the slayer….." he trailed off as Jenny's doctor walked in. "Slayer of boys. She's a real heartbreaker this one."

"Nice save, Rain Man," Faith muttered. He nudged her in the stomach. She let out a high pitched giggle which caused her to blush and cover her mouth suddenly. Spike grinned deviously and Tara shook her head in shame.

"Excuse my children, I'm almost positive that they're on drugs," Giles smiled politely.

"Don't worry. I've got four of my own," the doctor confided. "Trust me, they just get weirder." She then smiled at her patient. "You're looking a lot better, Ms. Calendar. I'm thinking I might just let you go sometime this week."

"That would be great," Jenny replied. She wanted to add that it was great that she had a home to come back to, but somehow she didn't think the doctor would understand. She almost didn't. She expected them to be angry. And true, they were and she knew that Spike still resented her a little, but for the most part they were accepting. Spike even hugged her when she woke up a day after the attack. She knew she had some serious apologizing to do to Cordelia and the others but for now she was content to be loved and accepted by her family.

"Jenny? Earth to Mum-to-be!"

Jenny jumped when she saw Spike's face looming towards her. She shook her head and realized that he had been speaking to her. "I'm sorry, I spaced out."

"Noticed." The doctor had already left and apparently so had everyone but her and Spike. He noticed her looking around. "Dad took Tara and Faith to get some real food."

"Thank god!" Jenny smiled as she saw a hint of the old Spike shine through in his laughter. "Anyway, what did you ask me while I was in la-la land?"

"I asked if had decided on the little bit's name?"

"Actually I was thinking of a name," she looked into his eyes. "You have every right in the world to reject it if you don't like it, alright?" he nodded. "I was thinking of Emma."

"Emma?" he asked in a whispered tone. "That's my mum's middle name. But dad and my grandfather used to call her Emma sometimes."

"I know. It's kind of hard to explain why I wanted that name." Spike looked down at his hands and she took this as a cue to continue. "I'm grateful to her. I'm not trying to replace her, Will. I know I never could. I am eternally grateful to her for giving me this wonderful family. I love your father more than I thought I could. And as far as I'm concerned, you're my son. I would do anything to protect you."

Spike raised his glassy eyes to meet her. "I know you would. I think it's a beautiful name for her. I know Tara would agree. I'm glad you picked that name." he let out a deep breath. "But I have an idea for a middle name. How about Elena or maybe even Elaine." She smiled softly. "You can't forget who you are, Jenny." 

The older woman took a deep shaky breath and held onto his hands. "Sweetie, I am so sorry I didn't tell you about Angel before."

He shook his head. "I don't want to talk about that anymore. I'm really through talking about that mess."

"You can't keep it bottled up, sweetie. One day it'll all explode and I'm scared you won't be alright when it happens."

"Don't worry about me," Spike gave her a lopsided grin. "You know me. I just can't think about him anymore. And besides why would I want to when we can talk about my baby sister."

Jenny planted a soft kiss on his forehead and gave him a wan smile. "I love you, Will."

"I love you too," he hugged her gently. Jenny closed her eyes as she held the boy she considered to be her son in her arms. Don't let anything happen to him, she prayed. But she knew in her heart that something was going to happen that would change him forever. And she feared that that something was going to take him away from them. She would soon learn how frighteningly true that feeling was.

*Cliffhanger of sorts. I realized I don't have any of those in this story. It's bizarre. So I tried to add one the best I could. And I added Brownie Bear… I hope he lived up to your standards, hehe. He'll be back in a few more chapters. I wasn't gonna bring him in until later but like I said this chapter just wrote itself and it wanted Lindsey! So there ya go. Now on to reviews.

***Oh but I need some feedback on the baby's name. What do you all think? I got anything better to suggest. I'm open. Alright, now on to reviews. ***

Adjective-girl: I am not a child/baby killer. So at least one character in this story has a guaranteed life sentence, hehe. In other words don't worry. The baby, and Jenny, will both be fine. As you probably already saw. Feeling kinda pointless right now. Peace.

Ekwy: FF.net is being an evil bastard… again. I was going to kill Jenny but like I said, I want to keep her around at least for a little while longer. I just got kinda used to writing her and I don't want to kill anyone else. I really blame Joss Whedon and his decision to kill Cordy! *sighs dramatically*. And the capitalization. I have no explanation other than blame my stupid comp which doesn't catch all my typos. It's kinda slacking in that department, hehe. Sorry about that. Alright catch ya later!

Azuloy Knesia: Yeah I think these chapter marks where I'm making it different again. Jenny being alive is going to change things a bit. Thanks for sticking with this story even though you keep loosing it. Glad you enjoy. Hope you can keep reading. Bye for now.

SweetBitter:Wow, no I love long reviews. It makes me happy that people take that much time out of their day just to tell me that they liked my story. It makes me smile. I'm glad the story grew on you. It was the intent. Well actually the intent was to get me through my Buffy withdrawals but now I intend to entertain. LOL. Yeah I update seemingly this month every Wednesday but that'll change again, so just keep checking every now and then. Thanks so much for reading.

Vampgrlwicca:Bloody crack-whore in Hell… that is probably going down as one of the most amusing things I've heard in a while. Don't worry your VBC secret stays with me, and anyone else who reads the reviews, hehe. I totally miss Cordy. I was so crying my eyes when she died. I know it's been like two weeks now but I still feel like crap! But I must admit the puppet episode did wonders at boosting my happy level. And regarding the Spike setting fires thing…. Yeah I don't know maybe that is what he did. Yes I gave Angelus the Gem of Amara, I figured it would be extra fun having him lurking in the daytime… he won't do anything too bad. Cordy is lazy, and no Anya doesn't break stuff but that's another example of me and my brother coming through in my stories. My mom asked him what he was doing while she was at work and he actually told her that he was going to be sitting there making sure me and our sister didn't break anything. We haven't broken anything since we were…. uh, yeah maybe it had a tiny basis in reality, hehe. Yeah Angelus is a hot, sadistic little bastard though, even as a puppet! Tee hee. And yes, Jenny's real name is Yanna, but eh, she also didn't have a kid either, hehe. Okay, bye for now.

Courtney:I'm glad you love it! I love writing it. It's actually the one thing that keeps me at least somewhat sane. I'm getting better with the updates I've noticed. Yay me! Bye!

Ms Trick:Welcomewelcomewelcomewelcome for not killing Jenny. I just couldn't do it in the end. I originally wrote it with her dead but looking at it I just felt so horrible. I definitely think it had something to do with Cordy dying on Angel. No, Jenny isn't giving birth to Dawn, but it's kinda something special like that, but not that, it's complicated but you'll see soon, I promise. And the puppets were just funnier than I thought it would be. I really want an Angel puppet now. Sigh. One can dream.

Incepte:I'm not really planning on the Willow coma thing or for her and Tara per say to restore Angel's soul. I kinda got it figured out and I hope that it's interesting and that you'll keep reading. Thanks for reviewing.

Jenna:I'm loving your story still. This weekend I'm gonna sit down and finally write out reviews. I've been printing out the chapters and reading them in classes, hehe. Um yeah Angel is all soulless now. But you know me. Things will be semi back to normal in like three chapters. Of course normal with me is very much skewed, I've noticed, hehe. Alright hope this chapter was fun and entertaining. Ciao for now.

Imzadi:I know you're happy. Well at least I hope you're happy. When I wrote this all I kept thinking was 'omg, if she doesn't like this chapter, I'll probably die'. LOL. I love Law & Order, Jack McCoy is the best. Although, I'm more prone to watching Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. But I still catch the reruns of the original. Glad you like Darla and Dru, they'll be back. They'll always be back.