A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to put up. School's been crazy. Shadid, sorry to confuse you but Spike death didn't affect the whole Slayer rebellion, some things will happen no matter if he came back or not. I think I had a line in there somewhere like that, but I guess you missed it. Well, I hope all of you like the chapter! Please, for the love of everything good in this world, review! I'll try to update sooner if you do!
Disclaimer: Read my lips- umm words, I don't own Angel.
"I get it now. Let me go back, let me change this." Spike said, the sun's rays not causing him to burst into flames, for he no longer existed.
"Do you really?"
"I'm important, and I can make a difference, blah, blah, blah. Let me go back now."
"You don't understand, do you?"
"How dense are you? I get it-"
"You understand that you've affect Angel and his group's future, but you haven't affected Dawn's. This is still going to happen back in your reality."
"Why? In that one I'm back from the dead."
"Yeah, but to her you're still dead. She doesn't know you're back. Consider this your wake-up call from the Powers That Be to make sure they, Dawn and the whole lot of them, know that you're back. Andrew's visit should made that clear to you."
"How do you know these things about me?"
"The Powers That Be caught me up, but that's a different and unimportant story. There's a little message in this big picture, and that is to ring them up."
"Okay, can I go back? I know that I have a purpose, that Doyle wasn't lying to me-"
"Excuse me?"
"And to tell the Scobbies that I'm back," Spike quickly interjected.
"No, no I mean about the man that lied to you-"
"Oh Doyle, well think his real name was Lindsey or something."
"Oh,"
"Can I go back now?" Spike asked, starting to get very irritated.
"Yes, I think the Powers will be pleased to have 'saved' the two vampire Champions in one night-"
"What?"
"That's another thing the Powers That Be are going start yelling at you about. You and Angel are so convinced that each of you is the vampire Champion, that it never came across that maybe that both of you are suppose to save the world."
"But which one of us gets to be a real boy in the end?"
The man shrugged, "I don't know. You want to keep asking questions or go home?"
"What do you think?"
"Alright," the man said in his Irish accent and put his fingers into a snapping position.
Spike breathed in as the man gave one last message.
"By the way," one of the man's blue eyes winked, "I'm the real Doyle."
And with that Spike awoke in the bar…again. He looked at the hands of his watch--it was 7:21 AM. He once again got lost, and made it into Wolfram & Hart just minutes before sunrise. He watched the busy lawyers, almost desperate to see one of them with a newspaper, so he could see if it was the right date. Then he saw Harmony, walk in dressed in black.
"Bloody hell, you don't need to repeat this day. I get it!" Spike muttered under his breath as he went over to Harm's desk, to see if she would be oblivious to him.
