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all belongs to Joss Whedon.
Author's Note: Sorry about the delay people. I wrote this chapter, then I had a whole new idea and re-wrote it. Your reviews still make me overjoyed, so please keep writing them!
Chapter 4
When Anya and Spike arrived in LA, they weren't quite sure what to do next. Neither of them knew where Angel was so they had to find their own way around LA. With no money and no guide. This wasn't going to be easy.
'Hey, maybe if we found some demon bar or something, I bet you they'll know where he is,' Anya suggested. 'He's probably really famous around here.'
Spike made a face. 'That would work great Anya, except for the fact that we need to find a demon bar. Any suggestions?'
They were walking absently through the streets of LA. 'Just look around for dark hidden-away places?' She said weakly.
'I suppose,' he replied hopelessly. He suddenly stopped. 'Hang on . . .'
They were standing in front of the offices of Wolfram and Hart. 'Wolfram and Hart. . .' Spike said to himself. 'Why does that sound so familiar?'
'Well, I dunno why you think it's familiar,' Anya brushed away is idea. 'It's a law firm, it's not as if we're gonna find Angel here.'
'Do you have any better ideas?' he challenged her.
She shrugged, giving in, and they made their way through the doors of the law firm.
The people were working busily as usual, in their own evil way, but what startled Anya and Spike was the fact that as soon as they walked in, an annoyingly high-pitched voice called out 'Spikey?!'
The two of them whirled around in the direction of the voice, only to find the most irritating person they could've.
Harmony.
'Oh bloody hell. . .' Spike rolled his eyes. He turned around to walk away, but Harmony was too quick for him, and grabbed his arm.
'My little Spikey-wikey? Is that really you?! I heard you got dusted!' She put her arms around him, but instantly took them away. She glared at him. 'You. . .you're alive!' she declared with disgust.
'Oh, thank G-d. . .' Spike muttered under his breath. 'I was afraid I was gonna have to surgically remove you. . .'
Anya tapped Harmony on the shoulder. 'Hi. . .Harmony? Remember me?' Anya waved mildly at her, and Harmony cocked her head.
'No.' She turned back to Spike. 'When did you stop being a blood-sucking fiend?!'
'That would be as soon as I got a chip in my head,' he answered easily. 'As for the human thing, got resurrected as one.'
Anya tapped Harmony on the shoulder again. 'Surely you remember. . .Sunnydale High? Halfway through senior year?' Anya asked hopefully. Again, Harmony observed Anya.
'No.' Again, she turned her attention back to Spike. 'What do you mean, resurrected?'
'Look it up in the dictionary,' Spike answered, looking around for any clues that could lead them to Angel. For the brief time he had gone out with Harmony, he had learnt to deal with her stupidity and shallowness.
'No!' she shook her head. 'I mean, why resurrected?'
Anya infuriatingly made one last attempt to get Harmony to remember her. 'Oh, for heaven's sake! Anya, formerly Anyanka, ex-vengeance demon, hung out with you briefly in the last year of high school, brought an evil Willow Rosenburg into your dimension, went to the prom with Xander Harris, hung around with the Slayer and co. after high school, and was part of the team that you were supposedly an arch nemesis of!!!' Anya took a deep breath, considering she hadn't during that entire speech, and awaited the reply.
Harmony stared at her. She smiled widely. 'Willow Rosenburg? Xander Harris? Man, I haven't heard those names in a while. Weren't they those losers I teased since elementary school?'
Anya gave up. 'Can we just see if there's any way we can get to Angel?' she asked Spike. 'PLEASE?!'
Finally, Harmony was paying attention to Anya. 'Oh, you're looking for Angel! Yeah, his office is just down there.' She pointed down a corridor, and went back to Spike. 'So you were saying. . .resurrected?'
Anya and Spike shared confused expressions. 'What do you mean, "his office is just down there", Harmony?' he asked carefully.
'Well, it is. His little private detective company relocated here. Now they're working for Wolfram and Hart, and I'm his assistant.' She smiled broadly.
Without another moment's hesitation, Anya and Spike hurried down the corridor, and burst into what had been directed to them as Angel's office. However, instead of finding Angel, they found Wesley and Cordelia talking over a case file.
'Look, for the last time,' Cordelia was saying. 'There is no way we can get this guy off if twenty witnesses saw him stabbing his mother-in-law!'
They both glanced up when they heard someone come into the office. Cordelia's eyes widened, and she screamed, as she fainted to the floor.
Wesley was stuck on what to do, so he half bent over to check Cordelia, half removed a cross from his pocket and waved it at Spike. 'Stay back evil thing!' He also waved it at Anya, even though he assumed that it would make no difference on her.
However Spike didn't flinch, but merely rolled his eyes. 'Oh, put your little cross away. . .' he took it out of a stunned Wesley's hands and put it on the nearby desk, obviously not affecting him at all.
Cordelia's scream had probably been loud enough, as Gunn, Lorne and Angel burst into the office, almost tripping over.
'Wesley, Cordelia!' Angel said hurriedly. 'What's going. . .' and then he caught sight of Spike and Anya. '. . .on'.
There was a moment of silence as Angel and Spike stared at each other. Wesley was slapping Cordelia awake, and Lorne and Gunn were exchanging concerned looks.
'Is everything OK man?' Gunn patted his boss on the shoulder. Angel didn't reply, just continued staring at the two figures who he had been told were dead.
'Spike? Anya? I thought you were. . .'
'Dead?' Anya finished the sentence for him. 'We were. But we were brought back, and we're both human. We'd tell it to you in more detail, but we'd like to talk to, uh. . .just you and sleeping beauty over there.' Anya gestured towards Cordelia, who was awake now and telling Wesley to stop slapping her.
Angel had a brooding moment, and then he turned to everybody.
'Guys, could Cordy, Spike, Anya and I have some privacy please?'
The rest of them were hesitant, except Cordelia who was standing up now, ready for action.
'Guys, it's fine!' Angel assured the rest of them.
There was another moment's hesitation, until Gunn cleared his throat. 'Sure, we'll, uh. . .go check up on Fred in the lab.' The three of them left Angel's office and shut the door behind them.
Author's Note: Sorry about the delay people. I wrote this chapter, then I had a whole new idea and re-wrote it. Your reviews still make me overjoyed, so please keep writing them!
Chapter 4
When Anya and Spike arrived in LA, they weren't quite sure what to do next. Neither of them knew where Angel was so they had to find their own way around LA. With no money and no guide. This wasn't going to be easy.
'Hey, maybe if we found some demon bar or something, I bet you they'll know where he is,' Anya suggested. 'He's probably really famous around here.'
Spike made a face. 'That would work great Anya, except for the fact that we need to find a demon bar. Any suggestions?'
They were walking absently through the streets of LA. 'Just look around for dark hidden-away places?' She said weakly.
'I suppose,' he replied hopelessly. He suddenly stopped. 'Hang on . . .'
They were standing in front of the offices of Wolfram and Hart. 'Wolfram and Hart. . .' Spike said to himself. 'Why does that sound so familiar?'
'Well, I dunno why you think it's familiar,' Anya brushed away is idea. 'It's a law firm, it's not as if we're gonna find Angel here.'
'Do you have any better ideas?' he challenged her.
She shrugged, giving in, and they made their way through the doors of the law firm.
The people were working busily as usual, in their own evil way, but what startled Anya and Spike was the fact that as soon as they walked in, an annoyingly high-pitched voice called out 'Spikey?!'
The two of them whirled around in the direction of the voice, only to find the most irritating person they could've.
Harmony.
'Oh bloody hell. . .' Spike rolled his eyes. He turned around to walk away, but Harmony was too quick for him, and grabbed his arm.
'My little Spikey-wikey? Is that really you?! I heard you got dusted!' She put her arms around him, but instantly took them away. She glared at him. 'You. . .you're alive!' she declared with disgust.
'Oh, thank G-d. . .' Spike muttered under his breath. 'I was afraid I was gonna have to surgically remove you. . .'
Anya tapped Harmony on the shoulder. 'Hi. . .Harmony? Remember me?' Anya waved mildly at her, and Harmony cocked her head.
'No.' She turned back to Spike. 'When did you stop being a blood-sucking fiend?!'
'That would be as soon as I got a chip in my head,' he answered easily. 'As for the human thing, got resurrected as one.'
Anya tapped Harmony on the shoulder again. 'Surely you remember. . .Sunnydale High? Halfway through senior year?' Anya asked hopefully. Again, Harmony observed Anya.
'No.' Again, she turned her attention back to Spike. 'What do you mean, resurrected?'
'Look it up in the dictionary,' Spike answered, looking around for any clues that could lead them to Angel. For the brief time he had gone out with Harmony, he had learnt to deal with her stupidity and shallowness.
'No!' she shook her head. 'I mean, why resurrected?'
Anya infuriatingly made one last attempt to get Harmony to remember her. 'Oh, for heaven's sake! Anya, formerly Anyanka, ex-vengeance demon, hung out with you briefly in the last year of high school, brought an evil Willow Rosenburg into your dimension, went to the prom with Xander Harris, hung around with the Slayer and co. after high school, and was part of the team that you were supposedly an arch nemesis of!!!' Anya took a deep breath, considering she hadn't during that entire speech, and awaited the reply.
Harmony stared at her. She smiled widely. 'Willow Rosenburg? Xander Harris? Man, I haven't heard those names in a while. Weren't they those losers I teased since elementary school?'
Anya gave up. 'Can we just see if there's any way we can get to Angel?' she asked Spike. 'PLEASE?!'
Finally, Harmony was paying attention to Anya. 'Oh, you're looking for Angel! Yeah, his office is just down there.' She pointed down a corridor, and went back to Spike. 'So you were saying. . .resurrected?'
Anya and Spike shared confused expressions. 'What do you mean, "his office is just down there", Harmony?' he asked carefully.
'Well, it is. His little private detective company relocated here. Now they're working for Wolfram and Hart, and I'm his assistant.' She smiled broadly.
Without another moment's hesitation, Anya and Spike hurried down the corridor, and burst into what had been directed to them as Angel's office. However, instead of finding Angel, they found Wesley and Cordelia talking over a case file.
'Look, for the last time,' Cordelia was saying. 'There is no way we can get this guy off if twenty witnesses saw him stabbing his mother-in-law!'
They both glanced up when they heard someone come into the office. Cordelia's eyes widened, and she screamed, as she fainted to the floor.
Wesley was stuck on what to do, so he half bent over to check Cordelia, half removed a cross from his pocket and waved it at Spike. 'Stay back evil thing!' He also waved it at Anya, even though he assumed that it would make no difference on her.
However Spike didn't flinch, but merely rolled his eyes. 'Oh, put your little cross away. . .' he took it out of a stunned Wesley's hands and put it on the nearby desk, obviously not affecting him at all.
Cordelia's scream had probably been loud enough, as Gunn, Lorne and Angel burst into the office, almost tripping over.
'Wesley, Cordelia!' Angel said hurriedly. 'What's going. . .' and then he caught sight of Spike and Anya. '. . .on'.
There was a moment of silence as Angel and Spike stared at each other. Wesley was slapping Cordelia awake, and Lorne and Gunn were exchanging concerned looks.
'Is everything OK man?' Gunn patted his boss on the shoulder. Angel didn't reply, just continued staring at the two figures who he had been told were dead.
'Spike? Anya? I thought you were. . .'
'Dead?' Anya finished the sentence for him. 'We were. But we were brought back, and we're both human. We'd tell it to you in more detail, but we'd like to talk to, uh. . .just you and sleeping beauty over there.' Anya gestured towards Cordelia, who was awake now and telling Wesley to stop slapping her.
Angel had a brooding moment, and then he turned to everybody.
'Guys, could Cordy, Spike, Anya and I have some privacy please?'
The rest of them were hesitant, except Cordelia who was standing up now, ready for action.
'Guys, it's fine!' Angel assured the rest of them.
There was another moment's hesitation, until Gunn cleared his throat. 'Sure, we'll, uh. . .go check up on Fred in the lab.' The three of them left Angel's office and shut the door behind them.