Angel was enjoying a nice quiet relaxing evening at home. He was reading one of his older books of poetry that he didn't think he had looked at in about 50 years. It was an interesting read, written in olden French.

Evenings like this were rare and far between. Usually he was out battling some new evil. Or, gods forbid, Cordy decided it was time for him to become more social again. But tonight he was alone. Finally. And nights like these made Angel want to get a new apartment sooner rather than later.

Of course that was when the loud noise started. It was like a huge crash from the middle of nowhere. 'This is it,' Angel thought tiredly, 'I'm finally going to die.' And then he proceeded to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey! We went over this today! It's 'Angel Investigation we help the hope-"

"What do you want Cordy?" Angel said tiredly.

"Well, a raise would be nice. And maybe some paid vacations. Or, you know, I could even settle for less hours."

Angel couldn't help but quirk a little smile. This was definitely Cordelia. "Why are you calling?"

"Oh! That! I got this vision and...."

There was a big flash of light and Angel found himself staring at two cartoon characters. 'Right. Definitely going to need to get a new place.'

"Cordy?" Angel whispered into the phone and he wasn't too surprised to find that she was no longer there. So much for a quiet evening with a book.

"Serena! Where are we *now*?"

"Stop your whining. We're going to talk to Angel."

"Oh, right. Okay. Fine. Just as long as we aren't on the hellmouth anymore. Wait? Angel? Isn't he that vampire?"

Serena shot him a glare. "Shhh! Don't offend him!"

Darien threw up his hands, "No, we wouldn't want to do that."

"Who the hell are you?" Angel snapped. This had to be the *weirdest* evil that he had ever met.

Serena gave Darien a knowing look. "See! I told you they were perfect for each other. That's what Buffy said to me when she first saw us."

"Just. Perfect," Darien muttered.

Angel felt like his head was going to explode and that was saying a lot considering he *did* work with Wesley and Cordelia. And did that blonde cartoon just say something about Buffy? His Buffy? Wait, not his Buffy. She hadn't been his Buffy for a while and...

"What about Buffy? What did you do to her?" .... and she definitely wasn't his worry anymore.

Yeah, and fish could fly.

Serena looked offended, "I didn't do anything to her! *She* kicked *me* out!"

Darien nodded vigorously, "Believe me when I say that I would not choose to come to a vampire lair if I had any choice in the matter."

Angel sent him a glare.

"Not that you are a vampire in the traditional sense. I mean, you're good right? That's why you're not going to rip my throat out, right?" Darien said quickly.

Angel let his face morph a little and Darien let out a yelp. "I don't know. I could make a exception..."

Serena clapped her hands eagerly. "I love it when you say that! It's so cool!"

Angel raised his eyebrows. "Okay, let me get this straight. You talked to Buffy and she kicked you out. And then you flashed here?"

Serena nodded her approval, "Exactly."

"Okay, that isn't helping." Angel was getting tired of this. If he didn't start getting answers he really might just rip out their throats.

"I am sailor moon! And in the name of the moon I am here to make a right." Serena declared proudly.

"Make a right?" Angel repeated skeptically.

"YES! Did you know that you're an idiot?"

"Um, honey," Darien began, "maybe we *shouldn't* insult the nice vampire man."

"What. Do. You. Want?" Angel gritted out through clenched teeth.

Serena smiled knowingly. "I want to fix love."

Angel glared at her, prepared to wait as long as he needed to.
"There's a morah demon lose in Sunnydale. And say! Aren't those only common near the sea?"

*Now* Angel got it.