Author's Note: Hey All! Thanks for the reviews! I am glad that some of you were happy as clams for Anya's return! I miss her so much so I had to bring back my favorite ex-demon! And of course Spike is a God, I mean we all knew this right? I mean we have seen him without a shirt on, hell we've seen him with not much else on! I also figured it was time Willow got what being the most powerful Wicca in the Western Hemisphere deserved. So here is my promised rapid update as long as you review! Thanks a buncha muncha!

"I know we are in the middle of yet another Apocalypse, but I have a job to do for this firm. If duty calls, I have to answer the phone and schmooze duty until it is happy." Lorne told Angel.

"But Vegas? I mean haven't you already done Vegas?"

"This is Celine Dion, she is one of our top clients; everyone had to know that Titanic song was proof she sold her soul. So now she needs us to renegotiate her contract with the casino, and I'm the head of the department, I have to go."

"How long will this take?" Angel asked.

"Three or Four days. I have to wine and dine the casino execs, take part in the ritual chicken sacrifice, and I feel it is my personal duty to encourage the woman to get extentions. That man-hair is not flattering for a star of her caliber."

"Fine, go, but if we need you here, you have to get back here as fast as possible."

"I'll be back before you can say 'my heart will go on.'" Lorne winked at Angel and picked up his luggage. As he turned to go Angel spoke.

"Hey Lorne?" Angel asked quietly looking around to make sure no one else was around, "Could you get me her autograph? I sort of have a thing for that Titanic song."

"Of course you do sugar, I know this. You'll be the first autograph I have her sign right after her paperwork."

"And Lorne..."

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed, no one will know about your gooey marshmallow center."

"Thanks." Angel said as Lorne turned to head out the lobby to his waiting limosine.

"Where's he going?" Andrew asked as he came downt he stairs.

"He has to go see a client in Las Vegas, he'll be back in a few days."

"Damn, I wanted to learn how to do my hair like his, it's so cool."

"Right. So how's the translation going?"

"Oh, fine, Giles needs tea, something about his nerves. I figured this was an opportune Jolt and Hot Pocket moment for myself."

"Okay."

Andew did his best not to spill hot water all over the stairs on his way back up. Balance sadly was not one of his talents. He finally made it to the room with the tea tray.

"Mr. Giles, I didn't know what kind of tea you wanted so I grabbed one of all the tea bags they had in the kitchen." Andrew pulled a wad of tea bags out of the front pocket of his hooded sweatshirt.

"Thank you Andrew, that was very... thoughtful of you."

"Whoo, I'm so wired, Red Bull and Jolt make one kick ass combo."

"Terriffic." Giles muttered as he dunked a tea bag into the small pot of hot water.

Andrew sat back down at the table with the scroll spread out on it.

"You know, some of this stuff is straight up not believeable."

"What?"

"Well, here, in this area it talks about a divine birth, the child of a god and champion. I mean, what is this gonna be like an immaculate conception thing? Wouldn't the child of a god kill the mother?"

"Not if the god were in similar form to the mother."

"Oh, well it talks about this god being some sort of hero, and the champion being of lineage birth. Wow prophecies like to cash in on the 50 cent words."

"What else does it say?'

"Oh you know the vampire with the soul will get to die, but you know that the dead can't die, so it means that the vampire becomes human after many battles and trials and blah blah blah, you get the picture right?"

"Yes, does it say anything else that may be useful?"

"It talks about a battle occuring during the blood moon, between good and evil, modern and ancient, between a champion and those who have challenged his line before. Uh oh."

"What?"

"This isn't good, this is one of those bad prophecies."

"What does it say you little twit?"

"Hey play nice with the translator! It says that the champion will fall." Andrew stopped and looked back over where he was reading, "No, wait, that's wrong, it says that the vampire will fall, the vampire will battle during the blood moon and fall. Vampire, Champion it all sort of runs together after a while you know?"

"Angel?"

"Well, he's the only undead American around here isn't he?"

"Where in the text is this?"

"It's right here," Andrew pointed to some symbols, "Right between the divine birth and battle stuff and the whole vampire with a soul human dealy."

"Well, this isn't looking good."

"Well it could be worse, I mean it could all be death, death, death, but hey we have babies then death, death, death."

"Babies? As in more than one?"

"Well, yeah, it's a possibility right?"

"I guess so. Keep working on this. I need to talk to Buffy and Angel."

"Giles, I think I know what this is all talking about."

"What?"

"I think Angel will be reborn to the god & champion. Now the only god and champion we know that could do that is Spike and Buffy right? Maybe that's why the Powers needed him to come back here so badly. Maybe he was on the road to becoming a god, and closing the hellmouth ruined that, but he was still needed to father Angel so they brought him back, I mean this is possible right?"

"That is possible, it just seems impossible you could put that all together. Does it say anything else?"

"The vampire will fall on the blood moon, and be returned within one year's time. The vampire will fall after suceeding in his final battle in this form." Andrew slowly read, "Oh wait, it says he won't return alone, but he will return with the guide. Who's the guide?"

"I don't know. But I think the blood moon is next weekend."

"Oh before that it says the vampire with a soul must fight his final battle alone for the prophecy to come to true."

"Is there anything else Andrew?" Giles asked with a tinge of impatience.

"Sorry! Proto Bantu isn't known for being very clear on it order, and plus its written from the bottom of the page to the top and I get confused."

"We need to talk to Angel, Buffy and Spike, they all need to know about this immediately."

"Yeah, I'm gonna see if it says anything else about this guide person."

Giles left Andrew with the scroll. The boy was getting twitchy, what Giles could only attribute to too much caffeine and sugar. He wondered if Andrew could be right, that somehow Angel would be reborn courtesy of Buffy and Spike. He almost chuckled at the thought of Spike fathering Angel.

Gunn and Xander had arrived at the address exactly on time. It was a floral shoppe store front, once inside both men realized that this wasn't the sort of place you pick out daisies for your girlfriend. Once through the front room, they both found themselves in one of Wolfram & Hart's notorious 'for-employees-only' medical facilities. Gunn reassured Xander that what would happen here would be safe, he just knew it, and didn't want Xander to freak out. Both filled out their paper work and after Gunn explained that Xander was a subcontractor for the firm, both men were taken to sperate rooms. Before they explained to Xander what was going on, he was knocked out, not by a fist but with anethesia. Gunn was left awake during his procedure, he had been told this in the white room, but his was not nearly as invasive either. Both men were back in the waiting room, heading to their car before noon. Xander still wasn't sure what they had done to him, and only once they were back in the car did Gunn explain.

"You know what they did to you in there?"

"Not exactly clear on that, like most of my life, I was knocked out before any one told me anything."

"They patched you up, good as new, returned to mint condition."

"I sound less like a man and more like a classic car."

"Well Captain Jack, lets just say your swashbuckling days are over."

"Again, I think, what?"

"Your eye dumbass! They fixed your eye! On second thought maybe we should have had them clean out your ears and upgrade your brain while they were at it."

"They fixed my eye? But my eye was all smashed in and taken out in Sunnydale."

"It's a mystical replacement. They can retrieve your eye from the ether, give it form and put it back in. You'll have to wait until tomorrow to take off the patch, but then it should be good as new."

"Wow, I bet my health insurance doesn't cover that."

"It's covered by the firm, don't worry about it."

"So what did they do to you?"

"They pumped up my brain with legal jargon, basically I took a sort of 2 hour law course and came out with full credentials and even passed my bar exam."

"Why didn't they do that to me, I mean an eye is one thing, but full knowlege of the law, hell you don't need two eyes to be a lawyer!"

"I'm thinking you should be happy with the eye Scooter, and shut up."

"Scooter? Who you calling Scooter?"

"You. I'm calling you Scooter."

"Apparently making you a lawyer didn't make you any more mature."

"Look who's talking!" Gunn and Xander were back at the hotel in no time, they continued to argue as they entered the lobby. "Well maybe with your new eye you will be able to coordinate colors, or do you actually choose to dress like a clown?"

"What the hell? Did the Angry Young Black Men of Greater Los Angeles kick you out of the club, or did you decide to go all freelance on their ass?"

"That's it carpenter-boy, you're gonna get what's coming to you in the form of my fist hitting your new eye!" Before Gunn could get on Xander Buffy was standing between the two of them.

"Now boys, I know it's past both of your nap times, but do I have to put you two in seperate time-out rooms? I am a slayer and I'm not afraid to weild my authority!"

"Sorry, Buffy, Gunn was making fun of me."

"Yeah well you started it wood-boy."

"Gunn, Xander, shut up. Where did you two go?"

"We went to some clinic, they made Gunn a lawyer, which is not fair." Xander started.

"Why did you have to go along?" Buffy asked.

"Because how else were they supposed to give him a brain transplant?" Gunn answered.

"Hey guys, how'd your morning go?"

"Angel, you're up early." Buffy turned to Angel.

"Yeah, couldn't sleep. So what happened this morning?"

"You mean besides the kindergarten war?"

"There was a war at a kindergarten?" Angel asked.

"No, she's talking about us." Gunn put his arms across his chest looking defensive.

"The boys went to some clinic and Gunn became a lawyer, and wait, did you say a brain transplant?" Buffy asked as she turned to Gunn.

"No, they fixed his eye." Gunn huffed.

"Is it an evil eye?" Angel asked concerned, "I mean we all remember Lindsey's evil hand right? The evil hand that was procured from a criminal body parts farm?"

"It's not evil. It's mystical." Gunn responded.

"Oh and that's so much safer!" Angel said.

"No, it's cool, I sort of just knew that it was safe, the big cat wouldn't waste evil on someone so pathetic." Gunn threw a glare at Xander.

"See what I have had to put up with all morning?" Xander asked Buffy.

"Maybe you two should stay away from each other for the rest of the day, no provoking even if provoked okay?" Buffy scolded both men.

"Yes, mom." Xander smiled.

"Good. Angel, Giles and Wesley want to meet with you, Spike and me, we were waiting for you to wake up. So I could go get them and we could find out the deal early?"

"Sure, let me just get something to eat and maybe some coffee."

"You drink coffee?"

"Great Angel high on caffeine, just what I always wanted to deal with." Xander said, Angel threw him a look, "On second thought, I think I should take a shower, wash that evil right outta my hair. Yeah, um, later." Xander rushed away up the stairs.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go take a nap, my head is sorta spinning with information, I'll catch up with you later." Gunn left too.

"Why do you have to do that to Xander? You know he fears yet hates you, every time you throw him one of those 'I'm gonna eat you in your sleep' looks he gets all freaked out."

"Yeah, but it's fun, not a lot of people fear me." Angel smiled.

"You're just demented." Buffy smiled, "I'm gonna go tell Giles you're up and grab Spike, we'll meet in your office in like 15 minutes?"

"Sure, see you then." Angel turned towards the kitchen.

"Angel?"

"Yeah Buffy." He didn't turn to look at her, he could hear the drop in her voice.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think this is a cookie you'll get to eat, I mean enjoy."

"It's okay, I sorta knew."

"What? My cookie analogy was flawless!"

Angel turned to her, "I've never had much of a sweet tooth." He smiled at her and walked away.

Buffy sighed, as she walked up the stairs she softly whispered to herself, "Figures."