Disclaimer: I don't own Angel, it's that simple.

A/N: Only the prologue was in first person, the rest will be in third.

Spike woke up, unsure of his surroundings. He groaned as he realized that he was still in the bar. He unnecessarily looked at his watch, he knew sunrise was coming, but how soon. The hands read 7:21 AM.

"Damn," he muttered to himself. There was no way he could get to his apartment from here before dawn. It looked like he was going to be stuck at Wolfram & Hart for the day. Exactly what he wanted.

He walked out in the cool early morning air. It took long to get there than he expected, he didn't exactly know his way around this part of town. He was coming dangerously close to bursting into flames, but he kept his cool.

He sauntered into the main lobby, as people began filing in for work. He noticed the date on one of the lawyers LA Times…2009. He snickered, some poor sucker at the printing house was going to be strangled when the head editor, or someone, found out about that typo.

In entered Harmony, dressed in a black suit, looking well, professional. He always thought the whole uniform thing was sexy.

"What happened to pinks and yellows, love?" He asked, placing his on her desk. However she ignored him, going on to talk on the intercom.

"Boss," she said as usual but not in her trademark perky tone, "you have a meeting in five minutes with the head staff."

"Thank you," Angel replied, not saying anything to acknowledged her, no 'Harmony' or 'Harm'. What was with everyone today?

She began to type on her computer. Spike looked around her desk, it was so bare and minimal.

"What happened to all the picture frames and unicorns, Harm?" he asked but was given no response.

"Are you pissed off at me? Harmony, we've been over this-" he began but stopped at the sight of Fred. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun and was dressed much like Harmony. She had collided with some young and frighten attorney, his papers now all over the floor.

"What were you're going, and remember that you are nothing but a worthless little insect," she stated in a stern, but not raised, voice.

Shocked washed upon his face, what was going on?

"Fred, what the hell was that about?" he shouted but she too neglected to give him an answer. The head of the science department opened the door to Angel's office, and Spike followed. The rest of them were already there, except for Cordelia but Spike figured that was because she was a department head. He was expecting Angel to tell him to get out, but this grandsire didn't.

"You're late," the CEO of Wolfram & Hart greeted.

Fred didn't say sorry or give an explanation or excuse, like Spike imagined she would. She simply sat down at the table that Spike didn't remember being there.

"So, the first order of business what are we doing at the excess amount of slayers now in LA?" Angel asked. Since when was there a slayer problem, sure there was Dana, but she was only one. Besides she was with Andrew now.

"Sent them somewhere else?" Gunn suggested.

"That won't solve the problem, there is too many of them, too many of them fighting for the evil. Evil corrupts in every city. I'm starting to realize why it was only one girl every generation," Wesley said.

"Fred, how many has your team estimated there are in LA,"

"Approximately 1,700 in Los Angeles County alone."

Spike jaw dropped. There were that many slayers in LA! Buffy and the rest of the group would have thought there were that many in the entire planet!

"How many have gone bad," Angel asked.

"About three-fifths are abusing their power, stealing from shops are whatnot. Then there is about five-sixths of that population working or are associated with darker powers."

"So how are we going to fix this."

"Terminate them all," Gunn suggested.

"What!" Spike yelled. He knew that they had been in the gray lately but this idea was pass that, more into the charcoal area.

"We don't have that kind of firepower,"

"Reverse the spell," Lorne said, while he was still wearing a turquoise suit it seemed to be duller than usual.

"We would need Willow for that," Wesley said softly.

Silence filled the room.

"Any other ideas?" Angel threw his arms out, "Damn it. Everyone get to work."

Spike just gaped as he watched them get up. He felt a presence behind him and smelt a familiar scent.

"What happened to them? What did you do to them?" he spat.

"I could ask you the same, or rather what didn't you do to them," the mysterious man replied.

"What?"

"This is the world in which you stayed dead, and a five years in the future."

"How?"

"You wished for it,"

"No I didn't… you did,"

"Yeah, but you agreed with me."

The two of them stared at each other, and then Spike turned back to the others.

"I didn't know I had so-" the blonde vampire began.

"Of an affect?"

"What happened to her?" Spike asked looking into Fred's eyes, which had lost their sparkle.

"When things got bad -when she wasn't sure if they really had control- she had you to concentrate on. She knew she was doing some good by trying to make you corporeal. But here, she didn't have that. She slipped through the cracks."

"Does that go the same for the rest of them?"

"Lindsey's plan left the drawing board without someone like you in it, so the Powers That Be never woke Cordelia up. She never got Angel back on the right track… and the others followed them. In the end, they never controlled this place, it began to control them."

"Why are you showing me this?"

"I don't know why…now that you mention it this isn't the most important thing you need to see,"

And with that the two of them disappeared to a new place.