Notes: I want to thank all the people who replied on the last part of this fic Cassie-bear01, Anne, I live in a shoe, and SaMaRa KrYsTaL :p. Thanks for your opinions, you guys rock and I hope yall like this part too.

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~Angel's POV~

The girl continued to rock back and forth for a long period of time. Slowly I started noticing changes. The short brown Cordelia Chase hair started growing at a rapid rate. It also turned a strawberry blonde color that only genetics can supply. Then I noticed her face. It too had changed. It was one of a much younger girl, and gave off the girl next door look.

She was in such shock I didn't know what would happen if I were to touch her, much less have a calm conversation with her. So I let her to continue crying. Let it all come out.

Slowly the talking quieted, then the rocking ceased, and her body turned back into that of Cordelia Chases' as she fell asleep. I scooped the limp girl into my arms. Carried her to my apartment in Wolfram and Hart, and laid her onto my bed. She needed the rest. I but a bandage on her left arm where she had a gash.

I looked at the clock and was in awe at how long I had sat with her. When I walked over to the phone and called Wesley's office I could only hope that he was still there. I had never heard of something like this. Maybe he had.

"Wesley Wyndam-Pryce speaking." said the voice on the other line.

"It's me. Can you come over to my place. I've got a problem that I need your expertise on." I said relived he was there.

"Sure I'll be there soon." he replied then hung up.

After I sat the phone down, I walked back into my bedroom. It was so scary how much it looked like Cordelia. Every single detail was there. Even down to just the way she smelt. A light tapping shock me out of the trance I was in.

"Come in." I said softly so that the girl wouldn't wake up, but to where he could hear what I had said. I stood partly inside the room and partly out of it so that Wesley could see where I was. I felt him step behind me and let out a long "hmmmm".

"It looks just like her, doesn't it?" I asked him, "But it isn't."

"I don't think I understand what you are talking about." Wesley said.

"This girl came into my office today looking like this. When I called out to her she clamed to be someone name Danielle, and curled up in a ball rocking back and forth crying. Then strangest thing happened. She turned into someone else. Then when she fell asleep she went back looking like this, looking like...."

"Fred." Wesley said finishing for me.

"What? No, she looks like Cordelia." I said.

"Huh? This girl is the spiting image of Fred."

We both looked at each other in total confusion.

"Ello? Honey I'm home." We both turned to find that Spike had walked through the door. He sauntered over to us, unfortunately.

"Peaches! Just the pathetic vampire I felt like haunting." Spike said with a smirk.

"Spike could you just go away. I'm busy right now, okay?" I said rolling my eyes.

"I could care less if your...Buffy!" Spike's eyes widened as he looked at the girl on the bed. He ran over to her side.

"Wake up, Buffy. I'm here. Somehow they brought me back. Bloody hell, I thought I would never get to see you again. Come on Buffy wake up." Spike said trying to touch her, but not being able to.

"Spike stop. You don't know what you are doing." I said in a panic. I didn't know how she would react waking up in a strange place. Much less waking up with a ghost of a vampire above her thinking she was someone else.

"Pet wake up. We've have so much to talk about." Spike said continuing to talk load into the girl's ear.

"Spike stop now!" I said but it was too late her eyes had already fluttered open. She took one look at the face in front of her waking her up, and screamed.

***I know it is kind of short, but I wanted to know your opinions on the part I did write. Like? Yea or Nay? Please let me know!***