Angel and Gunn came to a screeching halt in a large, open green field.

"Angel," Gunn said, "are you sure we should be driving a truck around in 1750? It's not very inconspicuous is it?"

"No, you're right," Angel replied seriously, "You stay here with the truck, while I go and check the house, and get attacked by the evil henchman left laying in wait there…" Gunn nodded and Angel started off across the field toward the house in the distance - his old home, it brought back so many memories. All that time, with a father who never really cared…

Something rustled in the bushes. Angel recognised the feeling of being stalked. Ahha! One of Spike Evil's evil henchmen no doubt! Because he knew Spike Evil had to be the one that had kidnapped his father.

With a flying leap he tackled the figure in the bushes and they tumbled down, only rolling to a stop when Angel had the other pinned to the ground.

"Ahha! I've got you now you evil unnamed henchmen who's too minor to be given a naa…" Suddenly he stopped in surprise as he realised this was no evil henchmen he had tackled, "Buffy?"

Buffy Summers, better known as the Vampire Slayer, looked up an Angel equally with surprise, "Angel?"

"What are you doing in 1750 Buffy? You're not even going to be born for several hundred years!"

"Dawn was kidnapped by an evil vampire named Goldfanger, and I heard a rumour I could find him in the past so I got Willow to cast a spell to send me back to then-now," Buffy explained.

"I'm also here after Goldfanger. What a coincidence!" Angel marveled, "Your sister, and my father, both kidnapped by Goldfanger on the same day!"

"Yes," agreed Buffy. There was a pause.

"Angel," Buffy said cautiously, "do you think the kidnapping of my sister, and your father, could be related to the same dastardly evil plan?"

"Hmmm…" Angel thought about it. There was a very long pause. Finally, "You know, you might be right Buffy! If we join forces in the now-then, maybe we can get back your sister and my father, and all go back to the soon-now."

Buffy nodded, "C'mon, let's check out the house." Buffy and Angel resumed their journey to Angel's family's old abode, pre-Angelus times. They crept along slowly until they reached the outer brick wall, whereupon Buffy indicated silently to Angel her plan of attack with in a series of hand movements she had learnt from Riley. Angel nodded seriously and made his own hand-speech back that could only be interpreted as something rude. Nevertheless, Buffy nodded seriously. They split paths to go around opposite sides of the house.

Back at the truck, Gunn waited impatiently, apparently not having seen the "Free Food: Impatiently Waiting, Sidekick Getaway Car Man Available Here" sign stuck to the back of the truck.

Meanwhile… Buffy, halfway through creeping around her side of the house, suddenly felt strong arms grip her, one arm around the mouth so she couldn't make a sound, and began dragging her away into the shadows, though not without a struggle.

Angel finished making his trip to the front door. Not seeing Buffy anywhere around, he decided he'd better be quick in case she'd been overpowered by a mysterious, unrevealed evil stranger who would now use her as his human shield during a hastily planned escape.

Then again, he wasn't too worried, because he knew it was also possible this mysteriously unrevealed kidnapper was merely a plot device to create suspense and uncertainty, and was actually a friend who had just saved Buffy's life.

Angel kicked down the front door. The inside of his old home had been redecorated in a gaudy gold sixties design. 1960s, that is. In the centre of the room, a tall man dressed in a gold suit was dragging a struggling figure towards a circular portal at the opposite end of the room. Goldfanger! And he had Buffy!

Shock! The mention of a plot device to create suspense and uncertainty was, itself, a plot device to create suspense and uncertainty… Now, Goldfanger had Buffy and it was up to him to save her and stop Goldfanger from escaping.

"Stop you horribly hideous, maliciously malevolent, pestilentially pernicious, deleteriously detrimental, evilly, uh, evil, villian!" Angel cried.

"Flattery will get you nowhere!" Goldfanger exclaimed, heading toward his exit.

Angel rushed across the room toward the pair but, before he had gone very far, there was a loud cracking noise. Suddenly a long wall to wall line of wooden stakes rose up from the floor between him and them, thus blocking off his passage to Buffy and allowing Goldfanger an unhindered escape.

Goldfanger finally paused with his struggling Buffy, "Ah, I shee have found my little shurprise Angel Powersh. You shee, should you try to crossh that line, you would be shtaked to death and never be able to reshcue your beloved Buffy and shave your farsher!"

"My what?" Angel asked puzzledly, unable to make out what Goldfanger wash shaying between hish lishp.

Unperturbed, Goldfanger attempted his dramatic climax again, "Your farsher!"

Angel cocked his head to the side, "My who?"

Goldfanger looked a little put out now. Even Buffy had stopped struggling to try and make it out.

"Your farsher!"

"No, look, I'm just not getting it," Angel admitted. He still had no idea what Goldfanger had just said.

"Oh shorry," Goldfanger apologised, and his faced morphed from its vampiric form back to a human-looking face, "It's these fangs. You know, can't stay a decent word with 'em, don't look half as dramatic without them. Anyway," he drew himself up one more time, "YOUR FATHER!"

Buffy gasped. Angel gasped. Somewhere out the back, Gunn gasped. Then he pulled out the packet of crisps he'd just found hidden under the seat and started munching happily, "Score!"

"Anyway Angel," said Goldfanger, "I must be off. I wouldn't look around for a way to stop me if I were you, because whilst I escape, you're going to be too busy fighting off the little surprise I've left for you." It was an enormously wicked grin as Goldfanger disappeared, dragging a struggling Buffy into the enormous swirly time machine and disappearing into the future.

Angel Powers peered around the room, looking for Goldfangers 'surprise'. So far he couldn't see anything. What could it be? A giant, slimy vamp-eating mudmonster? A slavering spiny Nordrac demon? A enormous, clawing, half-starved oogleasaurus?

Several figures stepped out of the shadows. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no! It was much, much worse.

"Good evening Angel Powers," one of the figures introduced themselves, "we're lawyers, with Wolfram and Hart…"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!……"

Even from his potato-chip munching position at the rear of the house, Gunn heard Angel's yell. Realising now it was time for action, he tossed the empty packet of crisps out the window and started the truck. The truck lurched forward and sped up toward the house. Fortunately the Shag-o-meter did not reach 10 as Gunn revved up and ploughed straight into the side of Angel's house.

He took a few seconds to thank The Powers That Be that this was comedy fiction in which the truck was able to smash through a solid brick wall without incurring a single scratch to its surface.

Meanwhile, the wall wasn't looking too good. Bits of brick exploded all over the floor. Angel and the Wolfram and Hart lawyers looked up in surprise. Gunn stepped out of the car.

"Gunn!" Angel exclaimed, happy to see him.

"Who are those guys?" Gunn asked, pulling a face. Angel pulled himself together and dusted himself off.

"It's terrible Gunn," he explained, "they're Wolfram and Hart lawyers." They were outnumbered three to one. The lawyers, realising they had the upper hand, suddenly morphed their faces into violent looking scowls.

"Uhoh, Angel," Gunn said, "I think it's even worse. They're vampire lawyers!" With a loud growl, the vampires threw themselves and Angel and Gunn. Angel knocked the first one down as it reached him whilst Gunn reached into the back of the truck and pulled out a crossbow. He managed to dust one but the others reached him before he could get another shot off.

Instead, he thwacked the vampire across the skull with the crossbow, splintering the bow. He stuck the rest of the crossbow through the vampire's heart. As it disappeared into dust, the angry vamp threw Gunn so that he crash landed on the side of the truck. Gunn groaned and he slid to the floor.

Meanwhile, Angel was left to tackle the other three. One attempted to tackle him from behind whilst the other two clawed out him. Grabbing the arms around his neck, Angel gave an almighty heave and threw the vamp lawyer over his head into the other two. All three tumbled back into the line of stakes and dusted themselves.

Angel looked pleased with himself. He gave Gunn a hand up from where he'd fallen.

"Are you alright?" Gunn nodded that he was fine, even though he was being optimistic about his condition.

"Well," Angel commented, "the odds were staked against us, but we pushed through."

"Yeah," Gunn agreed.

"You've got to give them credit though, they really put their heart and soul into it." Again Gunn nodded.

"It's heart-breaking to see really, I'm sure they had they're hearts set on a promotion."

"Mmm…"

"No point taking it to heart though, after all, they were pretty heartless to begin with…"

"That's enough," said Gunn.

"Yeah," agreed Angel, and shook himself out of it, "to the Shag-mobile!" Angel and Gunn got into the truck, ready to swing back to present day.

"Angel," Gunn said, "don't ever call my truck that again."