A/N: Chapter two is here! This is one of my favorites. You will see why more towards the end of the chapter.

Imzadi ~ Perhaps I should have mentioned this is post-movie, Allan and Dorian are kinda dead right now… but you never know… the Senior Partners operate in mysterious ways… *mysterious music plays* Ooh!

Freedra Kyes ~ Freedra… What a cool name!

            After a little persuasion, Angel had finally gotten the League to come with him. Now, they were assembled in Angel's office at Wolfram and Hart, along with Wesley, Gunn, Fred and Lorne – who had been particularly surprised when no one inquired as to what the heck he was. Tom had been asking all of the questions thus far. Simple things, like where they were, how they got there, until the issue of what year it was reared its ugly head.

            "Wait. Wait. Say that again?"

            Angel issued a rather annoyed sigh. "For the last time, this is the year 2004."

            "So, you're telling me, we went through some cross-dimensional portal and ended up in Los Angeles one hundred and four years into the future?" Tom asked more or less in one breath.

            "Yeah," Angel replied simply.

            "What are you, crazy?"

            Angel raised a brow. "You hang out with an invisible man, and you ask if I'm crazy?"

            Skinner, fully clothed and painted anew, rose from his chair. "Hey!" He said indignantly.

            "Sit down," Tom said, pulling Skinner back into his chair by the back of his coat.

            Suddenly, the doors were flung open, and in strode none other than Spike, clad in his usual black t-shirt and trench coat. "Sorry I'm late," he said, not sounding the least bit sorry. "What did I miss?" He took note of Mina sitting there. "Ooh, who're you?"

            "Oh boy," Angel muttered. "Spike, shut up."

            "Actually," Wesley interjected before Angel and Spike could start yelling at each other. "Introductions would be helpful." Everyone agreed. I'm Angel. You're coming with me, had been the extent of the introductions thus far, and it was doing neither the League nor Angel and company any good not knowing who they were talking to.

            "Right," Angel said. "I'm Angel, but you know that… this is Fred, Lorne, Gunn and Wesley. Oh, and the blond idiot over there is Spike."

            "Idiot?" Spike said. "Listen here, you…"

            "Ahem…" Tom interrupted.

            Spike stared at him as if just noticing him for the first time. "Who the hell are you?"

            "Sawyer," Tom replied shortly. "Tom Sawyer." There was an exchange of glances between Angel and friends as Tom continued with the introductions. "This is Mrs. Wilhemina Harker, Mr. Rodney Skinner, Captain Nemo, and Doctor Henry Jekyll."

            "Wait," Wesley said. "Doctor Jekyll? The Doctor Jekyll?" Jekyll nodded, slightly confused as to what brought this question on.

            Spike raised an eyebrow. "Doctor Jekyll, eh? So, tell me, Doctor," Spike said mischievously. "Where is Mr. Hyde?"

            ~I'm right here you idiotic vampire!~ Jekyll turned to the nearby window, coming face-to-face with an image of the monstrous Mr. Hyde.

            "Vampire?" Jekyll inquired in a harsh whisper. "What are you talking about?"

            Hyde scoffed. ~Look Henry! Look in the glass. What do you see?~

            Jekyll inspected the window. Aside from Hyde reflected in the glass, he saw everyone's reflection… everyone that is, except Spike and Angel. ~They're vampires Henry,~ Hyde growled. ~Just like the ones from the alley… not to be trusted…~

            "Doctor…" Nemo said, his tone low and warning.

            Jekyll blinked a couple of times and tore his gaze away from the window. "I… I'm fine," he said at length.

            "No you're not," Spike said, backing away slowly.

            "Spike? Can I see you in the hall… now?" Angel asked. He seized Spike's coat and hauled him from the room. "The rest of you, too," he said over Spike's shouts of profanity and threats of 'Let go of my coat, or I'll…'

            "Um, sit tight," Lorne said. "We'll be right back." He quickly shut the doors behind him, leaving the five members of the League alone in Angel's office.

            As soon as she was certain they were alone, Mina looked around Skinner at Jekyll and asked, "What about vampires, Henry?"

            "We've got two of them," Jekyll replied. "Angel, and that Spike character." He seemed to grasp what Mina was thinking. "They're not like you, neither were the others we met earlier."

            "Not at all," Mina said. "Unlike anything I've ever encountered. Strange… I don't think they realize that I'm a vampire as well. Those others certainly didn't. Which reminds me… Skinner, since when do you know how to vanquish a vampire?"

            "Oh, that," Skinner said, grinning widely. "After you mentioned Dracula, it sparked my interest and I did a little research." He shrugged. "What?" he asked, noticing the looks they were giving him. "Didn't you think I could read?"

*   *   *

            "What are you yelling at me for?"

            "Because you're an idiot," Angel said matter-of-factly.

            "Hey, it's not my fault that the doctor went loony and started talking to his reflection!" Spike retorted.

            Gunn sighed. "Will you two give it a rest?"

            "Besides," Wesley reasoned, "I don't believe he was talking to his reflection. I think he was talking to Hyde."

            "What?" Spike said, rather loudly. "You don't believe that nutcase is who he says he is, do you?"

            Wesley nodded. "I do. I mean, it's entirely possible that there is an alternate reality out there with a real Doctor Jekyll, a real Tom Sawyer and so on. What strikes me as odd though, is that they all know each other."

            "So, there's just some dimension out there where random book characters just get together for the heck of it?" Gunn asked.

            "You never can tell," Fred interjected. "There must be some record of someplace like that… I can see what I can find."

            "Hold on," Wesley said. "I just thought of something… Skinner. To the best of my knowledge, he isn't a literary character. The man from the novel was a certain Doctor Griffin, and he died."

            "Well, he did, but his process didn't," Skinner's voice sounded from behind them. "Whoa, deja-vu."

            Angel reeled around and pinned the invisible man against the wall. "What are you doing out here?" He demanded.

            "Ow! Take it easy. I'm just doing what I do best," Skinner replied. He was somewhat winded by the force of Angel's pin. "Now, if you would be so kind as to let me go, I'll explain." Angel moodily released Skinner. "Thank you," Skinner replied dryly. "Now, I figured if you could talk about us behind our backs, then I could do some spying. It's only fair."

            Spike scoffed. "Not a very stealthy spy, is he?"

            "I am when I want to be."

            Spike jumped slightly – Skinner had moved right next to him. Skinner chuckled and tugged at Spike's jacket. "Nice coat," he said. "Now, if you have any questions, take them up with us." He paused just before entering Angel's office again. "Oh, Wesley, here," he tossed him something and retreated inside.

            Wesley caught it – it was his wallet, devoid of all cash. "He stole my money!" Wesley said, more shocked than angry.

            "Yeah," Gunn said, looking at the empty billfold. "But where's he keepin' it?"

            Wesley cringed. "I don't want to know." He decided to let Skinner keep the fifty dollars – two tens, a twenty and two fives – he'd taken and replaced his wallet in his pocket.

A/N: This is moving along quite nicely! As usual, feedback is appreciated!