A/N: This story was inspired by a story request I received from BellaVision. I've incorporated some of her requests as well as a few twists and turns of my own. So to BellaVision and all the rest of you I hope you enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Nope unfortunately I don't own any of it, Buffy and Angel belong to Joss and the idea stems from a challenge by BellaVision. Sadly I don't own Charmed or anything connected with it either.

Buffy strolled into the hotel just after midnight. The slayer who had always seemed like a bundle of energy just this side of a nuclear explosion, coiled and ready to explode seemed completely relaxed and at peace. In fact she looked and acted more like a woman who'd just spent a month relaxing in the world's most peaceful, tranquil spa than a slayer who'd just been out fighting the forces of darkness and in all likelihood killing demons.

The woman flittering around the kitchen seemed completely at peace. Wesley couldn't remember ever seeing Buffy this mellow. She was actually humming as she puttered around the kitchen making hot chocolate. Spike having sensed her return walked over to the cupboards and fridge anticipating what she would need to make Joyce's one of a kind, super special hot chocolate. Joyce wasn't the world's best cook, but her hot chocolate was heavenly and after chatting with the matriarch of the Summers' line many times over the cherished beverage, Spike knew the recipe by heart. He wordlessly pulled a carton of heavy whipping cream from the fridge and set it next to the stove. The he retrieved nutmeg and cinnamon sticks from the spice cupboard, before pulling miniature marshmallows and peppermint sticks from another. The entire process was carried out in silence, but was just as fluid if not more so than a formal ballet. From Wesley's perspective it looked as though Spike a master vampire and Buffy, the greatest slayer in recorded history had gone through this same process for lifetimes. Finally as Spike placed the last ingredient within the young woman's reach, Buffy broke the silence with a soft "Thanks" and a smile.

Having watched the entire process Wesley gasped softly at their interaction, drawing the vampire's attention away from the slayer. Curiosity overrode his natural fear of vampires or perhaps living with three vampires had desensitized him enough to risk asking "How long has she been like this?".

Spike studied the man for a moment before deciding to be honest, after all Wesley was the first person other than Dawn to notice the change in his slayer.

"Not sure. Sometime between the meetin' yesterday and leavin' Sunnyhell. Little Bit noticed, but no one else yet." Spike said while watching Buffy.

"My word … any idea why or what caused it?"

"Littl' Irish half breed demon, goes by Doyle claims it's a gift from the Powers. Claims to be their messenger."

"Doyle! Are you sure?" The Englishman asked in shock.

"That's the name he gave. Horrible taste in clothes and a brogue worse than Peaches'. Half demon, Brachen I think. Why ya know 'im?" Spike revealed watching the other man pale with each passing word. Something was definitely up.

"Dear Lord!"

Stepping up the menace he usually strove to inspire Spike turned toward Wesley and growled. "Got somethin' to share with the class?"

Dear Lord here I am again. First I upset a witch who's so powerful she brought a slayer back from the grave and now I'm doing it again with a master vampire. I should've never left England. The former watcher thought, hoping he lived through this experience.

Signaling Spike to follow him he left the kitchen so they wouldn't disturb the slayer, even though up to that point she'd taken no notice of them. This discussion was sure to be noisy and long. The idea of upsetting this new calm, relaxed Buffy was not high on Wesley's to do list. Once the unlikely pair were ensconced in the office Wesley began his tale while Spike listened feet propped on the desk and cigarette between his lips. Although Wesley wanted to tell the vampire to put out the cigarette his sense of self preservation won out and he wisely chose to keep his thoughts about smoking to himself.

"Doyle was the Seer who Angel originally worked with when he first came to LA. He sacrificed himself to save the world and all part demons. There was a Nazi like demon cult that was bent on eradicating all part demons and leaving only "pure bloods" as well as destroying humanity. The demons they were focusing in on were peaceful and wanted nothing more than to blend into society and raise their families in peace. The only way to destroy them basically required a sacrifice to destroy their master weapon. Doyle kissed Cordelia passing his visions to her a second before jumping onto the weapon and saving the world by sacrificing himself to save the world."

By the rime Wesley had finished his abridged version of the life and times of Francis Allen Doyle, Spike was on his third cigarette. There was a part of Spike that wanted to demand Doyle drag his sorry ass back from wherever he was currently residing, but another part of him whispered that things would work themselves out within a few days. This seemed like a mystery that was still missing a few pieces, but if he'd learned anything from the whole Buffy rising from the grave situation it was that sometimes the worst thing you can do is rush the situation. Much to Wesley's shock, Spike simply grunted and left the office heading back upstairs to check on his Slayer and Little Bit.

Not sure what to make of the whole situation Wesley decided to err on the side of caution and continue researching the prophecies as well as this new situation involving Doyle and Buffy. It wasn't clear yet what games the Powers were playing, but the former watcher was really starting to suspect that the Powers had their fingers involved in every aspect of situation. It wasn't the first time they'd discovered the Powers were playing them like pawns on a chess board, but Wesley knew that if that was what was happening again the others weren't likely to be very tolerant and the possibility of an all out war between Angel Investigation/Buffy and the Sunnydale crew and the Powers was a very disturbing possiblity.