A/N: okay guys, this will be an entire series, but this is just a teaser/prologue because I need to update some other things too. It's set in the first season of Angel and in the seventh season of Buffy, right in the middle of the episode, 'Chosen', it'll veer off and be different from there. A Whole New World

Prologue

The sun rose on the Angel Investigations team that day, just like everyday. Inside the Hyperion, Cordelia was sitting in Angel's office chair and filing her nails and glancing up periodically at the small television she'd perched on the edge of the desk to watch when things were slow at work.

Wesley was sitting in an identical chair at his desk, a few feet away from hers trying to tune out the sound of Cordy's television while he read the paper and sipped his coffee; he grimaced, poured more cream to it and sipping it again.

They sat in companionable silence a few moments longer before it was shattered with two things simultaneously; the ringing of their office phone and the talk show Cordelia was watching being interrupted by a breaking news report.

Wesley picked up the phone with a motion for Cordy to mute the TV, but once she saw what the flickering across the screen, she ignored Wes and turned up the volume catching the tail end of the report as the newswoman trailed off with the line "Disaster in Sunnydale…" The report cut over to a picture of the town, what was once a bustling city now just a smoldering ashen colored crater in the earth.

Instead of answering the phone, Wes's had paused in midair, as he watched the TV, his eyes widening at the destruction that was Sunnydale. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, what could cause such a…massive explosion. "Is that…?" he asked, voice catching in his throat.

Cordelia nodded, tears coming to her eyes, realizing everything she'd ever known, the place she grew up in was gone. "Sunnydale." She replied, her heart constricting painfully as she realized Angel was still there…but how could anyone survive that?

"Hello?" came an impatient voice through the other end of the phone that jerked Wesley out of his reverie as he put the receiver to his ear, asking a quiet, "Yes?"

"Wes, it's me," Angel replied, the reception of the phone starting to crackle. He leaned against the phone booth he was in and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a dusty hand, giving what he hoped passed for a reassuring smile at Dawn who had his leather jacket wrapped around her frail shoulders and looked back at him with solemn eyes.

"Angel" Wesley's relived voice flowed through the phone line, "Thank God you're okay. Where are you?"

Angel's eyes flickered to highway on his left and the run down Motel 8 on his right, wondering exactly which town this was, but he was too fatigued and overcome from the events of the past few hours to even really care. "It's doesn't matter," he told Wesley, "I'm coming home."

As the champion started on his way home to Los Angeles with the slayer's little sister clinging to his side, miles away a different little girl had already made her way to LA, though she was still a fair amount away from her destination.

The seven year old girl paused on the sidewalk and looked at the scrap of paper in her hands written in cursive and squinted her eyes trying to read it, as if that'd make the looping letters any more legible. She shook her head and wondered why adults had to write that way, all loopy and curly instead of making letters with strait lines like she was being taught this year in first grade.

Well, she was before everything had changed. The girl bit down on her lower lip and willed herself not to start crying. It wouldn't solve anything; hadn't her mother told her that a dozen times? She wiped her eyes as she tried to recall her mother's exact words, "Chiara, stop crying, child. It won't solve a thing and how's that any way for a potential slayer to act?"

Little Chiara shook her head and kept walking as she remembered what her watcher had told, and why she was being sent here; she wasn't just a potential slayer now, but the only one, which meant now more than ever she had to act like a big girl and do what she was told. Chiara came to a stop in front of a tall old-looking building trying to read the sign on the front, sounding it out aloud, "Hy…p-p-er…hyper…ion…Hyperion." She grinned, her earlier sadness melting away, proud that she'd found her destination and read the sign aloud again, "the Hyperion."

TBC…tell me if you like it so far.