Title: Family: Forward to LA

Author: victoriamartynne

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Spoilers: None, I think!

Summary: Imagine if Connor had never been taken by Wesley, Xander and Anya had never split up and Angel had told Cordelia how he felt. Sequel to Family: Back to Sunnydale. The Scoobies visit the Fang Gang.

Cordelia paced the floor anxiously. "I should be down there." She muttered. "Not stuck up here."

"Cordy." Lorne said as he rocked Ashleigh in his arms. "Please sit down, you're making me dizzy. I know you want to be down there helping but maybe you are helping more by being up here. Angel is not going to be distracted, worrying about you and you're safe and your babies are safe. So, please, for goodness sake, sit down!"

She sat.

The vampire made his way across the third floor hallway. After that British guy had left he'd taken a look around. There was no girl or baby on that floor so they were either in the basement like he had said or they were on the floor above. He was taking no chances. He couldn't have the baby growing into a slayer, oh no.

He made his way to the staircase and took a bunch of screwed up paper out of his pocket. He lit his lighter and touched the end of the paper. Flames rose slowly at first and then more rapidly.

He knelt down on the top step and touched the paper on the curling up carpet. It immediately travelled down the hall due to the dryness of it. He then touched the paper to the wallpaper and watched as the flames began to rise up the staircase to the fourth floor.

He smiled evilly, he would kill the child, if it was the last thing he did.

Spike was the first one to smell the smoke. He paused in his fighting and lifted his head up to smell. The vamp he was fighting took that opportunity to knock him off his feet and into Buffy, who also fell on the floor.

"What the hell just happened?" She asked angrily and sprang back up to kill the smirking vampire.

"I can smell smoke." He answered and dusted his vampire.

"What?" Angel asked as he kicked his vampire into Buffy's.

"Smell!" Spike ordered.

Angel did as he was told and smelt the same as Spike had.

"Fred!" He shouted to the girl.

She looked up. "Go upstairs and see if there's a fire!"

She looked puzzled but did as she was told.

She came running back down a few minutes later looking panicked. One look at her face and Angel knew that his instincts had been right.

Spike punched the vampire he was fighting hard enough so that he was flung off his feet. "Fire!" He bellowed.

The vampires all seemed to stop for a moment and then began to fight again. Giles stepped behind the counter and knelt down on the floor, so he was hidden. He called Cordelia's phone on his cell.

"What is it?"

"Cordelia, there's a fire on the third floor. I don't want you to panic because we are going to get straight on it. If you smell smoke don't panic, okay?"

"How big is it?" She asked, worried and signalling to Lorne to come listen.

"I don't know. I'll go look." He was about to hang up but she interrupted him.

"Get me Buffy." She ordered.

Giles looked over the counter and signalled to her to come over.

She took the phone off him and listened to what Cordelia told her. She nodded and hung up.

"Giles, get Willow, Anya and Fred out of here!" Buffy ordered. "When the vamps realise that there is a fire they'll get out. Get them out of here!"

With that she ran back to the fighting.

Giles made his way over to where the girls were all tackling a couple of vampires between them. He shot arrows at both of them and killed them before explaining that they had to get out. At first they began to argue but the look on Giles's face and the threat of Buffy getting angry if they refused won them over. They ran around the edge of the lobby, avoiding the fighting and ran out of the lobby doors.

Seeing them run out a few of the vampires also left, either because they smelled the smoke or because they figured that if they were leaving then they should too.

The vampires left were easily killed.

Angel instantly ran up the stairs to see how bad the fire was. It had already spread down the hall and covered most of the west wing of the third floor. It had started going up the stairs to the fourth floor but the flames were too big and he couldn't see how far it went.

He bounded back down the stairs.

"Call the fire department." He ordered Xander. "Buffy, we need to get up there. Spike, you and I will."

He was cut off as the wooden end of an axe hit him around the head hard. He fell to the ground and lay still, unconscious.