"Well, we're angels, sort of"

"Sort of?"

"That's a really interesting story actually, Bartelby here-"

"Could you just please refrain from speaking"

"Fine then, you tell her."

"It's a very long story."

"I've got time- Oh Goddess! I don't have time! I was supposed to meet Buffy and Xander! Willow stood, nearly knocking the chair over; she grabbed her bag and started to practically run out of the airport coffee shop. The two men just watched her leave. A second later she stormed back in and grabbed Loki's arm, "Come on! You're coming with me. You can tell me all about in the cab."

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"I called Giles, he said Willow did get on the plane. It made a stop in New York, she could have gotten off there."

"Why?"

"Maybe she wasn't ready to see us? Maybe she lost control of her powers? I don't know." Buffy sat down and shrugged helplessly.

"Maybe she'll show up any second." Xander looked expectantly at the door, then slumped. "That always works in the movies."

Buffy laid a comforting hand on Xander's arm. "We'll find her."

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"Why?"

"I thought you killed my father."

Angel grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "I am your father! Me! I'm the one that loved you more than anything. I'm the one that tried to protect you when Holtz stole you and forced you to grow up in Hell!"

Connor cringed "I'm. I'm sorry." He looked at the floor.

"What're they saying?" Gunn poked his head out the door.

Fred pulled him back inside the office. "Eavesdropping is rude!" She cracked the door. "It's better to just overhear."

Gunn gave her a brief kiss and sat down next to her. "That's my girl!" The couple listened to Angel and Connor yell for the next half an hour. Finally father and son hugged, all was forgiven if not exactly forgotten.

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Willow held out her arm to signal one of the taxis that was waiting by the airport. When one rolled up the witch shoved Bartelby and Loki into the dingy interior before getting in herself. "Revello Drive." she told the driver, then she turned to Bartelby and Loki, "Now, talk."

"Alright we'll tell you, but first I have to ask, are you evil?" Willow jerked back as if she'd been slapped.

"Shut the fuck up Loki!" Bartelby elbowed his friend. "As I said before, we used to be angels, Loki here was none other that the Angel of Death."

Loki inflated, "And I was damn good at too! Until this jackass fucked it up."

"I felt bad for the humans Loki was killing. So I got him drunk and convinced him to quit."

"It's all his fucking fault! Because I disobeyed her, She sentenced us to spend eternity on Earth, or more specifically Wisconsin."

"It wasn't my fault! You flipped her off! If you has just been reasonable she wouldn't have been so angry."

"Fuck you! If you hadn't convinced me to quit I wouldn't have-"

"Who's She?" Willow interpreted the arguing pair.

"God."

"Umm. Okay, So why aren't you in Wisconsin?"

"That's a very good question. Did you hear that Bartleby? She asked why we're not in Wisconsin. So why don't you tell her Bartelby, tell her why I'm not in Wisconsin, in my apartment, watching my fucking cartoons!"

"I tried to destroy existence." Murmured Bartelby.

"What was that."? Loki asked loudly, cupping his hand to his ear, "Speak up won't you?"

"I tried to destroy existence." He said louder, "But it wasn't my fault, there was this demon named Azreal.."