A/N- and then she gets writer's block…yeah… I got attacked by the disease that is known to be fatal to authors the world over. Oh yeah…there's been a whole lot of more physical stuff going on to prevent me from this writing thing too…but that's all explained in chapter 24 of my other fic and I can't be bothered writing it again. What I do need to write again is the fact that Mrs Otown has been really great, talking things out with me and stuff. She's part of the reason that this chapter actually exists, so everyone give her a round of applause and read her fics! (And our co- written fic 'Drawn To You) Now, I shall give you chapter 13…. Oh! Wait! Serious WARNING on this one guys…Its fluffy…as in uberfluffy…I screwed it up big time. I became my ultimate worst nightmare…you'll see. Please…be gentle in the reviews…I know the suckiness of this one…

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"Angel!" I scream as he flies over the banister and lands with a thud on the lobby floor. Well, at least it was *with a thud* and not *in a cloud of dust*. Still, he hasn't exactly made any effort to get back up and join the fight. Gunn and Wes were knocked out about 5 minutes ago so it looks like its just Damien and I right now.

"So…" he says haughtily, stalking towards me. "It's just you and me. You know… we never did get to finish before. Come to think of it, I never got to start."

"An' you never will." A familiar voice joins in. You'd think I'd be glad to hear it, but not right now. See, now I'm stuck between Damien and Drusilla. I'm waiting for her to explain her change in heart at seeing me tortured, but I don't get it. Instead I watch as Damien rolls his eyes.

"What do you want now?" He demands.

She pouts at him. "You promised that if I helped you get out of the nasty chains, you'd take me to dinner. We haven't been out together for the longest time…"

I can't hide the smirk on my face as I look at him. "You and her, huh? Makes sense in a weird sort of way…"

"Shut up!" He shoots at me, looking back at Dru. "Look, I lied. I'm evil. Sue me."

She looks heartbroken. "You never were very nice." She throws back at him. "I never should have helped you."

"That's probably the most sane thing you've said in your entire existence." He replies snidely.

She vamps out and lunges at him. I can't help laughing. "You really don't know how to treat a woman, do you?" I ask arrogantly, as he attempts to fend her off, making my way over to join her in his destruction. "Lesson one;" I add, the thrill of victory still fuelling my tone. As I list the instructions I slap him up against the wall with a burst of magick, reminding him that he has disobeyed each rule. "You don't beat us. Lesson two; You don't rape us. Lesson three; You don't cheat on us. Lesson four; You don't insult us. And here's the most important of all: You don't, under any circumstance, underestimate us." On that last one I kick him for real. Drusilla grins greedily and eyes his neck. I nod for her to continue. "Go on…he deserves it."

"No!" A voice behind me protests. I spin to see myself rushing towards the almost unconscious evil guy. "Hi…" I hear myself say in an uncharacteristic American accent as I pass by.

"Hey…" I greet wearily. Drusilla, her game face off, pouts once more.

The other me turns to her. "Oh…you *can* kill him, but I have to give him something first."

She leans over and slaps him, causing him to open his eyes slowly. He looks into hers and a look of terror becomes plastered on his face. "Nic."

She smiles coldly at him. "The one and only."

"You…you're not you." He shakes his head in disbelief.

"Actually, yes I am. Slightly more powerful, mind you, but still I'm me. And I think, in light of recent revelations, that I too have something to share with you."

He continues to shake his head. "No."

She grins wickedly. "Yes." And then she raises her hands and a blue light crackles at her fingertips. "You want to know why I left? Why I (air quotes) betrayed you (end air quotes)?" She doesn't wait for his answer, and decides to tell him anyway. "You thought you knew me, but you didn't. You thought you could control me, but you couldn't. You thought you could go behind my back and sleep with anyone you pleased and I wouldn't find out, but I did. And I have to tell you that when you lose touch with your girlfriend so much that you can't even sense her presence or her magickal abilities…she's gonna get cranky. You deserve to suffer in hell." With that, she flings the blue energy at him and he screams in pain, before letting his head drop to his chest.

"I thought you said *I* could kill him." Drusilla whines.

"You can." Nicola replies. I'm still marveling at her resemblance to me. "He's not dead. Just in a pretty painful coma. Suck the life out of him…though I doubt he'll taste any good. His blood is too tainted."

Clapping her hands together Drusilla runs over to him and I turn away, suddenly revolted. Sometimes a vamp needs its privacy…and even when they don't need it, I feel like giving it to them.

Which reminds me.

"Oh my god." I say, running down to the lobby. I can't believe I almost forgot. "Angel?"

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"I'm going to miss you." I say, throwing my arms around the vampire's neck.

He cautiously puts his arms around me and draws me into a big, self- conscious, bear hug. "Things aren't going to be the same around here either." He whispers into my ear. I can feel my eyes prickle and I know that if we don't get on with this soon I'm going to look like I've turned into a burst water main.

I slowly pull myself from him and move on to the others, giving each of them a hug and a peck on the cheek and saying my goodbyes. Wes and Willow resume their positions for the spell and I start to walk into the assigned circle. (Why is it always a circle? Again with the clichés.) But I stop.

"Angel?" Wes prompts.

"Yeah…hang on. I'm forgetting something…or should I say, someone?" I tell him.

I move over to Cordy's desk, where Connor is asleep in his basinet. I don't want to wake him, but I long to hold him one last time. A strong, now familiar hand rests on my shoulder. I look up into the ensouled manpire's chocolate eyes.

"Go ahead. He's going to miss you too."

I try to smile, but I can't hold it any more. The tears flow from my eyes as I bury my face against Angel's chest. Am I still emotionally guarded? I think not. He holds me closer to him and I chuckle, the tears still running down my face. "I'm pathetic, aren't I?" I manage, finally looking back into those eyes, a wry grin creeping back onto my lips.

He smiles gently. "No. You're anything but pathetic." I smile back at him and wait for the punch line as his eyes gleam mischievously. "Maybe the *tiniest* bit annoying… like a teenager. And sneaky when you teleport… a bit on the over activeness with your hormones, but-"

"I get it." I say, hitting him playfully and we both laugh a little. Connor makes a cute little yawning noise and I rush to pick him up. Cradling him in my arms, I lean down and kiss him gently on the forehead. He giggles and I say goodbye and tell him to be good. I give him back to Angel and tell the vampire to look after his son.

"Okay…" I say, turning back and heading back to the circle. "Send me back. I'm ready as I'll ever be."

"No…you're not." Angel says. I spin to face him, utterly confused. One second he's on the bandwagon sending me home…the next he's telling me I'm not ready to leave. I'm trapped in yet *another* alternate dimension…aren't I? I look into his big brown eyes as he tries to explain. "You came here for a reason and until we work out what that is…I don't think it's a good idea to send you back."

"What if ridding the Angelverse of Damien *was* the reason?" I debate, secretly hoping he'll argue with me.

"We don't know that. I just think we should work it out first. Make sure everything is really a-ok." He retorts. "Besides a day or so isn't going to hurt. Nicola said she'd keep everything under wraps for you until you got back."

"Well…" I say, pretending to ponder on it, although I've already made my decision. "She did say she was enjoying spending time with my family and friends for me…and she can always do that transporty thing again if things start to go wrong over there…"

"Exactly." He nods happily.

"Plus, you never got to do any of the stuff you wanted to." Gunn adds, also switching bandwagons and deciding on keeping me for a few more days.

Wesley removes his glasses and cleans them, also adding his two cents worth. "And I'd love to be able to research to see whether there is any way of contacting each other once we send you back…or possibly work out a way to equip you with a spell to bring yourself back whenever you feel you need to…er visit. Determine whether you will definitely still have a magickal link or power of somekind…"

"In other words, Wes wants to keep you around to experiment on you, and none of us really want to see you go yet." Cordy buts in.

"I'm sold." I laugh. "I'll hang around for a little while longer. And, hey, I can see what a full night's sleep in this place is like."

"You know what they say," Fred says. "Don't count your chickens until they're hatched."

I laugh again. Right now, everything is perfect. Nicola has got everything I was worried about covered and she's loving it, while I'm savouring every second I have here. Oh, right…I never really explained the Nicola thing, did I?

Well, turns out she knew what had happened the second she realised the muggers in my reality were just that. Being of a logical mind, the witch knocked them out and ran to the nearest phone booth. Working out that she wasn't in LA anymore, she quickly dialed 000, the Australian equivalent of 911, and anonymously told the police that there had been a mugging, and the victim had fled after knocking the bad guys out.

Apparently, her powers had been magnified from the boost as well, and she scanned her mind (which was cosmically connected to mine in a round-a-bout sorta way) for traces of my identity and worked everything out from there. As she hinted at before, Nicola was a pretty powerful and experienced sorceress thing (hence the working it all out pretty quickly)…and Damien never took the time to work *that* out. One her many reasons for 'betraying him' and turning to the good side. She had, apparently, walked in on him cheating on her many a time as well, and she'd had enough. He needed to be put in his place.

So…Where was I?

That's right… I remember.

So she was scanning for any info on how to be me until she could find a way to make it all go back to normal. She can replicate my accent and voice so well that it scares me and, like I keep saying, she and I are identical looks wise, so my family and friends were none the wiser.

Somewhere along the lines she worked out that if she concentrated extremely hard and added a little of her own magickal force to it, she could tap into my teleporting technique mentally and transport herself to me temporarily. As timing would have it, she turned up just in time to give Damien his 'just deserts'. (And boy was I tempted to start on my cliché rant again…) So, she had just enough time to explain everything and decided to allow herself to go home…to my home…before my mum got worried. Phew! Now…if that's not exhilarating, I don't know what is!

But the most exciting part of it all is that magick really does exist in my reality…you just have to know how to tap into it.

The thought of going back isn't so bad anymore. I mean, I'll work out how to use my power thingies over there and I won't have to give them up. Plus, if Wes can find a way for me to 'visit' when I need to, it's not like I'm giving anything up at all. And if he can't…well, I'm sure I'll find a loophole. There's always a loophole. Its probably one of the only good clichés ever created.

"So…how does Chinese sound?" Lorne suggests, apparently the conversation has moved on to what's for dinner.

I shrug. "Whatever suits."

He looks around at the others, his hand wavering over the last button on the phone, the other one holding the receiver to his green face. When everyone nods he presses it and waits for someone to pick up. "Hello…" He begins. "I'd like to place an order…"

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"So…" I turn to Gunn, swallowing the last of my fried rice. "When you said that I never got to do the stuff that I wanted to do…what were you referring to?"

"Y'know…" He replies with a shrug. "The stuff where you get in on the…how'd you put it…AtS and Btvs action?…Well, whatever you called it, you wanted to get into it without getting' all killed…"

"Yeah…I know…but there's no way that's going to happen anyway."

"I wouldn't say that…" Willow says, taking it upon herself to join our conversation.

I smile, fighting the urge to ask her if she's ever been on band camp. (That's another thing…has this poor reality been deprived of American Pie because of the actress being in their lives as a different character? Note to self: remember to ask about that one.) "Why not?"

"Well…I remember you saying something about being a big fan of both shows…its still weird…the thought of *us* on *TV*…anyhow…you said all that stuff when you were explaining everything to me and when Cordelia and I…wow…I was actually enjoying Cordy's company…is it just me or is that weird?"

I chuckle a little. "Point Will?"

"Right…Getting there. So when Cordy, Fred and I were out, we had this idea and we called in a favour with the other Scoobies."

Whoa, Captain Cliché! Stop right there! "You're joking, right?"

She shakes her head proudly. "Nup. We told them everything and kinda promised them-"

"What?" I cut in, unable to contain my mixed feelings of excitement, embarrassment and trepidation. "*What* and *why* did you have to promise them?"

"She had to promise that you'd give us one of those freaky reading things where you know everything about us that she said you did on her…" A less than subtle voice answers. "And it was because we wouldn't stop annoying her…okay *okay*…*I* wouldn't stop annoying her until she did. Everyone else wanted to as well…but they'd already decided to come 'cos its just weird…but I had to close the Magic Box…meaning that I'm not going to get as much money. And this is another one of those things I do, isn't it?"

"Yes, An. It kinda is." A ruffled male voice replies.

Wowness. I don't want to turn around 'cos well…this is not only extremely over the top and waaay too predictable and passé (we all know how much I hate things like this by now, right?)…its also plain embarrassing. But I turn around anyway. Standing there in front of me is the entire Scooby gang…minus Giles. I miss him. He was a key element to the show and have I mentioned that Joss Whedon is evil for taking him away? (Note, if this ever gets to Joss…I didn't just think that. Please don't sue me…Although…I *am* entitled to freedom of…thought.)

I find that I'm at a loss for any real words. "Hi." Is probably all my brain can comprehend at the moment. "So…you know all about me then?" I get up and walk over to them, extending my hand. "Angel. I know who you all are."

"Is it just me, or does everyone find it really weird calling a teenage girl by the same name as my ex?" Buffy smiles, being the first to shake my hand. She emphasises the word 'ex' a little for what I can only guess is Spike's benefit.

I smile back. "Actually…I think everyone does…everyone here did. But I *can't stand* my real name."

"That's cool. I was the same." Xander tells me. "I don't exactly fit the 'Alex' scene…but I guess you'd know that."

I want to tell him that I thought he was talking about his middle name, but I just smile back and nod. "Something like that."

"Right." Spike says, also stepping forward to shake my hand. "Where is Peaches, by the way?"

"Oh he went upstairs to change C-" I begin, before getting cut off by Willow.

"CLOTHES! He went upstairs to change clothes…they were all icky with demon goop and stuff." She wraps her arm around me and squeezes me to let me know that I have to play along.

"Once again I say: *Something* like that." I add, squeezing Willow back to suggest that I'm ticked at the fact she *forgot* to notify them. "He *does* know you're coming doesn't he?"

My fears are confirmed when he bounces down the stairs behind us and comes to a complete halt. "B-Buffy? What…Why are you here?"

The slayer shrugs defensively. "Hi to you too."

I turn to Willow, my eyebrows raised. I want an explanation. I *knew* there was a reason for *not* wanting this to happen…other than the predictability thing. Everything's gonna go Kablooey…I can just see it now.

Come to think of it… I kinda welcome the twist in the plot…hoping it's not really as predictable as it seems. I realise that I'm in TV land and predictable is all that ever really happens…and it wouldn't be as fun otherwise…but still…Actually, you know what? That's it. I'm totally playing along. Plus…this is the only chance I'll get at something like this…God save me. I'm turning into my worst Technicolor nightmare.

Willow nibbles on her bottom lip nervously. "Uhh…I *may* have forgotten to do a few things."

"No…" I reply sarcastically. "You think?"

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A/N- honest to God! I think I just turned into my own worst nightmare for real! I had a possible ending just sitting there and my hands wouldn't type me out of it! Now I've gone all fan-meetingish. Bleck. Believe me…the Btvs thing won't last long. I just wanted Angelita to meet 'em…and there wasn't an easier way of writing them in…

After a rough edit…I *tried* to make it seem like a parody or a sendup of a fan-meeting fic, y'know…but I still don't think it really worked. Ended up a bit too hackneyed for me…but I couldn't help it. My fingers forced me to…

See…I can't help actually getting into her character and I was all 'I *want* Spike before I go.' And then I was all 'Actually…I want to meet them all. It'd be fun' and then, once I'd started writing it, I was all 'This is gonna get really tacky and ultimately banal.'

(If you haven't worked it out, I'm…er…the *character* is against all the damn clichés. ^_^ lol…nope didn't think you'd noticed…^_^)

Anywho…please review. If there was ever a time that I needed it it's now! Tell me how badly this went…and I welcome any suggestions (I need help here)…Hey, even flames are good…but if you wanna flame me please email 'em…

JUST HELP GET ME OUT OF THIS CLICHÉ ENDUCED FUNK!!!!

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Byes for now.