A/N: Sorry this took so long to put up, life's been hectic. Please read and review, this is one of the last chapters.
Disclaimer: I'll make this simple, I don't own Angel.
"So, did Wolfram & Hart torture you?" Spike asked gesturing to all the marks and burns on Angel. His question had been one on everyone minds, and it finally broke the silence in the car.
"It wasn't that bad, just silt my wrist. In order to talk to the Dover Order though, I had to go through all these trails. Then they yelled at me for not telling them exactly what was going on. If I had told them, they would have skipped the trials, that I wasted time."
"So you did all of these trails for nothing, where have I heard this before?" Gunn commented, trying to lighten the mood a little but that backfired.
"We really don't have that much time."
"How much?" Spike asked, a groan from Wynn followed, she had fallen asleep with Fred again, but it wasn't a deep one.
"'When the Sun sets today, the Dark Mist shall rise and engulf the Earth' or at least that is what their leader said," Angel replied.
"That's what I call short notice," Spike remarked.
"What do we have to do," Gunn asked holding on the door handle because of Angel's fast and sharp turns down the country road.
"I'm not sure, but I have a funny feeling that it will be disperse like it was last time,"
"But that means a Champion or Champions would have to-" Gunn stopped himself realizing what was going to happen.
"Which one of us?" Spike asked.
Before Angel could response his cell phone rang. He picked it up and pressed it to his ear.
"Angel," I could hear Lorne on the other line.
"Hello Lorne,"
"Is there anything new going on because I got a call from Willow a little while ago asking for a supersonic jet, and I've been trying to call you since, but you didn't pick up,"
"Sorry, I was a little…tied up. I going to give the phone to Spike, he'll explain what's been going on. I have to concentrate on the road."
It was another hour back to London, and if what the Dover Order was saying was true, it was an hour too much. We returned to Giles' crowded flat, where there were more sleeping slayers. That is when the leader of the Dover Order, never telling us her name, explain what would need to be accomplished before sunset. There was a lot more to the dispersal of the Dark Mist than what Giles told us. It required a crystal, filled with a potion, to focus the energy of the Champion or Champions' lives.
"This isn't any potion it requires more than your run of the mill ingredients, but personal ones. For example, if the Mist has killed anybody," she looked at their faces and she knew it had, "we'll need a small possession of his."
"I'll go to the hotel and get one of Wesley's bags," Angel said somberly, heading toward the door.
"No, it had to be on him when he died--clothing, watch, etc."
Spike, Gunn and Angel looked at each other. Wolfram & Hart had just taken my body, which was in one of the offices near Belle's according to Angel. Everything else still was at Lydia's morgue. Before the three could say something to one another a familiar red-haired witch walked in.
"Willow, how did you get here so fast" Giles greeted.
"I hopped on a certain law firm's very fast jet," she glanced at Angel.
"Who is this?" the leader of the Dover Order asked, her face looked as if she had bit into a lemon.
"This is the witch who made all of the Potentials into Slayers," Giles announced proudly.
"Oh so you the stupid little child that did that?" she sneered.
"I wouldn't call myself stupid," Willow approached the woman.
"I would, you may have stop the First's army of vampires but you gave it a new army, all it has to do is corrupt it. Besides, after this generation the well of power will have been used up, and the First wouldn't have to deal with slayers any more!"
Trying to avoid a fight Gunn quickly stepped in, "So, what other weird potion ingredients do we need?"
"Nothing the Dover Order can't handle," she snapped.
"How are we going to scatter it's particles, it's still in patches. Are we going to chase down every patch?" Wynn asked but with an air of confidence that showed she already knew the answer
The leader of the Dover Order looked down, "No, that will take to long, in order to destroy it we must help it a little by performing a spell to bring the patches together."
"So basically, if we screw up it's the end of the world? I'm going to take that as a yes. So if I were you, I would be trying to shun away incredibly strong witches like Willow," Wynn said.
Willow had a smile of satisfaction on her face and then her eyes fell upon Spike. First her eyes were filled with shock and then anger.
"Get out of here. Do you think you could fool me," she hissed.
It took a moment for Spike to realize what she meant. She though he was the First, and he planned to play along with it, rather than letting her know he was alive. She was too close to Buffy not to tell her.
"Well then Willow, I'll be leaving," he said somewhat awkwardly, heading towards the door. At that moment a slayer, who had dozed off once again awoke with fright, and accidentally kicked Spike in the shin.
Fighting the urge to swear, I suspect, he continued, "Don't you like the new trick I learned. I'm corporeal!"
But there was no fooling Willow, she walked up to him and hugged him. Thankfully Spike didn't need air to live. She then took a step back and slapped him.
"Why haven't you called?" she said.
"It's been…complicated. And what was I suppose to say 'Hey, Scobbies, I'm back from being burnt to a crisp?' Really Willow I want to, well no, but I know we need to talk about it but not now. How about after we stop the Mist," he said and looked to Angel and Gunn, "I hope your car has those fancy tinted windows, because we're going back to the morgue."
Angel's rental did have those special windows (it was being lent from Wolfram & Hart) and they were back at the morgue. The sun was being to rise, on what could be for the last time, unless they could help it.
Spike and Angel quickly hurried into the morgue.
"What did I tell you?" said a familiar, harsh voice from the back.
"Well Lydia, we are already dead," Spike said