A/N: I don't own any of the character except any I create to help the story
move along. I've had this idea for a long time and this is my first story.
(** denote thoughts)
Summary: AU. Angel never ended up in hell when Buffy stabbed him to close Acathla. He's in a world where no vampires or demons exist but have been entering through some known gateway. It features characters from BTVS and ATS.
The light was blinding but the journey, or what a more learned man might call, the dimensional leap, was virtually instantaneous. It was the dead of night as he fell several feet down to the ground between large structures that appeared as airplane hangars.
If any mortal being had witnessed this man lying on the ground, with a long silver sword sticking out of his chest, yet still moving, the person would have no explanation except that it had to be some part of a movie, TV show, whatever. Considering the location, that would be a logical assumption.
Angel slowly opened his eyes and observed his surroundings. His memory started to return. ** Why did you stab me and send me here? Especially when all I can remember is the night we made love. What did I do? **
Suddenly, the weight of his soul was upon him and the memories, the evil that Angelus perpetrated returned. ** Oh my God! Jenny! Giles! The woman smoking in the alley. Buffy's classmates from school. All of them.I remember it all. **
"Hey you! I'm sure you enjoyed being around a TV studio today but the set is closed! Now get up and get out!"
"Leave me alone." Angel whispered quietly.
** They don't pay me enough for this shit. ** The portly security guard removed his baton. "If you don't get up now, I'm going to use this lovely piece of wood and enjoy beating you to a pulp."
Angel didn't have enough energy to even respond. ** Beat me up for all I care. You might as well kill me for all of the death, sadness and destruction I caused. **
The guard swung his baton and connected with Angel's skull. Angel didn't even flinch. Next the guard kicked the sword and blood splattered from the wound. There was still no sound from Angel.
** What's up with this guy? Why is he quiet? Screw it! Let's beat the moron up some more. That'll teach him. ** The guard lifted up his pants over his round belly so he wouldn't trip over his pants as he dealt out some more punishment. "Hey moron. Stay quiet for all I care. I'm going to enjoy this."
For the next couple of minutes, the guard did everything he could to get a noise out of the trespasser. He continued to hit him in the head. He kicked him in the balls. Angel hoped, as he slipped into unconsciousness, that the guard would just ram the baton into his heart and end his miserable existence.
Angel slowly opened his eyes trying to figure out where he was. He was in a small underground room with a low wattage bulb in the middle of the ceiling. Unfortunately, he was still alive. He truly wished that was different. "Who are you? I know someone else is here with me."
"Good. I'm glad you're awake" The man spoke with a slight Irish accent. "You know, it was a royal pain in the ass to get you over here. The least you could do is appreciate all the hard work and effort I."
"For the last time, who are you?"
"The name's Doyle. It's nice to meet you Angel. Now before you start asking the usual questions about 'Where am I?' and 'Why am I here', let me fill you in on some facts." At this point, Doyle stepped into the light and sat at a chair near the bed and handed Angel a glass of blood.
"Why should I believe anything you say?" Angel interrupted. "You're not exactly human, you know."
"That's true but I'm more human than you'll ever be." Doyle retorted. "If I had anything to say about it, I would have left your ass there and let you become a pile of ashes."
"However", as Doyle calmed himself down, "I can tell you've been through a trying time and I'm not patient enough."
"Just tell me." Angel took a long gulp from the glass and sat up on the edge of the bed.
"Actually, I can only tell you what I know. You're in Los Angeles. The year is 1998, only a few days since you left Sunnydale. The doorway into Acathla leads to hell dimension but the Powers that Be interrupted your journey and led you here."
"You're not in the same world." Doyle continued. "This dimension has no Sunnydale and no Slayer. It not supposed to have vampires or demons either but they have somehow been steadily invading this world. The Power brought you here to help me bring balance back to this world and to one day rid all of the demons from it."
"Am I supposed to work for you? I don't play well with others." Angel threatened.
"Actually, the most annoying part about this is that I will be working for you. I've set up a detective agency, called Angel Investigations, which handle the cases that no human would ever take or solve. We have a secretary; her name is Sara. She already knows about our unusual situation."
"If I decide to do this, if we close the doorway and get rid of the demons and if we survive, do I get to go back home?" ** Back to Buffy he thought.
"I don't know."
TBC - please review, no flames.
Summary: AU. Angel never ended up in hell when Buffy stabbed him to close Acathla. He's in a world where no vampires or demons exist but have been entering through some known gateway. It features characters from BTVS and ATS.
The light was blinding but the journey, or what a more learned man might call, the dimensional leap, was virtually instantaneous. It was the dead of night as he fell several feet down to the ground between large structures that appeared as airplane hangars.
If any mortal being had witnessed this man lying on the ground, with a long silver sword sticking out of his chest, yet still moving, the person would have no explanation except that it had to be some part of a movie, TV show, whatever. Considering the location, that would be a logical assumption.
Angel slowly opened his eyes and observed his surroundings. His memory started to return. ** Why did you stab me and send me here? Especially when all I can remember is the night we made love. What did I do? **
Suddenly, the weight of his soul was upon him and the memories, the evil that Angelus perpetrated returned. ** Oh my God! Jenny! Giles! The woman smoking in the alley. Buffy's classmates from school. All of them.I remember it all. **
"Hey you! I'm sure you enjoyed being around a TV studio today but the set is closed! Now get up and get out!"
"Leave me alone." Angel whispered quietly.
** They don't pay me enough for this shit. ** The portly security guard removed his baton. "If you don't get up now, I'm going to use this lovely piece of wood and enjoy beating you to a pulp."
Angel didn't have enough energy to even respond. ** Beat me up for all I care. You might as well kill me for all of the death, sadness and destruction I caused. **
The guard swung his baton and connected with Angel's skull. Angel didn't even flinch. Next the guard kicked the sword and blood splattered from the wound. There was still no sound from Angel.
** What's up with this guy? Why is he quiet? Screw it! Let's beat the moron up some more. That'll teach him. ** The guard lifted up his pants over his round belly so he wouldn't trip over his pants as he dealt out some more punishment. "Hey moron. Stay quiet for all I care. I'm going to enjoy this."
For the next couple of minutes, the guard did everything he could to get a noise out of the trespasser. He continued to hit him in the head. He kicked him in the balls. Angel hoped, as he slipped into unconsciousness, that the guard would just ram the baton into his heart and end his miserable existence.
Angel slowly opened his eyes trying to figure out where he was. He was in a small underground room with a low wattage bulb in the middle of the ceiling. Unfortunately, he was still alive. He truly wished that was different. "Who are you? I know someone else is here with me."
"Good. I'm glad you're awake" The man spoke with a slight Irish accent. "You know, it was a royal pain in the ass to get you over here. The least you could do is appreciate all the hard work and effort I."
"For the last time, who are you?"
"The name's Doyle. It's nice to meet you Angel. Now before you start asking the usual questions about 'Where am I?' and 'Why am I here', let me fill you in on some facts." At this point, Doyle stepped into the light and sat at a chair near the bed and handed Angel a glass of blood.
"Why should I believe anything you say?" Angel interrupted. "You're not exactly human, you know."
"That's true but I'm more human than you'll ever be." Doyle retorted. "If I had anything to say about it, I would have left your ass there and let you become a pile of ashes."
"However", as Doyle calmed himself down, "I can tell you've been through a trying time and I'm not patient enough."
"Just tell me." Angel took a long gulp from the glass and sat up on the edge of the bed.
"Actually, I can only tell you what I know. You're in Los Angeles. The year is 1998, only a few days since you left Sunnydale. The doorway into Acathla leads to hell dimension but the Powers that Be interrupted your journey and led you here."
"You're not in the same world." Doyle continued. "This dimension has no Sunnydale and no Slayer. It not supposed to have vampires or demons either but they have somehow been steadily invading this world. The Power brought you here to help me bring balance back to this world and to one day rid all of the demons from it."
"Am I supposed to work for you? I don't play well with others." Angel threatened.
"Actually, the most annoying part about this is that I will be working for you. I've set up a detective agency, called Angel Investigations, which handle the cases that no human would ever take or solve. We have a secretary; her name is Sara. She already knows about our unusual situation."
"If I decide to do this, if we close the doorway and get rid of the demons and if we survive, do I get to go back home?" ** Back to Buffy he thought.
"I don't know."
TBC - please review, no flames.