A/N: Okay, again thanks to all who have reviewed, it's totally kept me going. For those wanted B/A sorry but you'll have to wait I want it to come naturally and those crazy kids have too much to work out. Don't worry though when it does happen I'll give a lot of time to it. Also not sure how to handle the Fred/Illyria situation. What do you think? Let me know cause I have an idea for bringing her back but is that too cliché? Need some feed back otherwise I will leave it for a while.

Chapter 6

Kathy started pacing up and down the lobby all the time scratching her head and looking very pissed. She was kicking herself for having backed herself into a corner where she would now have to explain who and what she was. While she had had no intention of keeping this secret from them forever she had at least hoped that she would have had a few days to settle in and prepare them for it. It was more than letting Angel know who exactly she was, in order to do that, in order for it to make sense she would have to explain the whole situation and, well, that could be interesting!

"Look, who I am, where I come from and why I'm here is all the same story. It's long, complicated and to be honest it's gonna piss you all off. Are you really sure you want to hear this now and not wait a while till everyone is settled in?" Kathy asked the question with a faint glimmer of hope, when she knew full well that it would in no way dissuade them.

Angel looked and her and raised an eyebrow, showing that he would not even graciate that with a reply and she should just continue with the story.

When Kathy saw the look she nearly broke down laughing remembering the last time she had seen him do that. It had been early one Sunday morning when their Mother had sent her to hurry him up as they were late for mass. She had run into his room where he was sitting in the corner reading a book. She had begun to berate him when he had just given her that same look; which had immediately shut her up. They both looked at each other until simultaneously they had begun to laugh and left for the church with smiles on their faces, much to the disgust of their parents. 'God,' she thought. 'I forgot how much I missed him'

Looking downward so he could not see the expression on her face she took a deep breath and began to explain.

"Thirteen years ago the Watcher's Council while doing their normal research came across a text which talked about the End of Days. It suggested that it was not as far off as they had presumed and in fact even seemed to say that we were in the middle of it. As you can expect, they freaked. The information was kept top secret and only the top people were allowed to see it, people like the delightful Quentin Travers. Travers knew that what was happening was huge but that if the other Watchers found out then there would be chaos as everyone tried to do something about it, so no one was told. Instead they researched the matter and found a reference to a prophecy. The prophecy stated that certain people would be vital in the Apocalypse and that without them then our side would likely fail. The only problem was that although there was references to a number of different individuals only two descriptions were clear. One was about a Chosen One and the other about a Guide. Obviously the Chosen One was the Slayer so the Council weren't exactly worried about that since they controlled the Slayer. The Guide however was a different story, they had no idea who this was and well, for the Council that meant that if they didn't know then they couldn't control it. As you may have guessed if you met Quentin, this really pissed him off. So they researched it, until they realised that the Guide was not on this Earth and the only way to get it was through a ceremony that was laid out in the text. So, shock horror they performed the ceremony and ta-da here I am!"

Wesley looked at her, "you were summoned from a different world or where you created?"

"Not created, I already existed and I wasn't really summoned either, I was well, I suppose the word was resurrected. I was dead. Now I'm not." Kathy at that moment looked around at the stunned faces before her.

"Wow and I thought I was the only who got to do that," quipped Buffy, "so, how long were you dead for?"

"230 years."

The rest of the group looked amazed, it was one thing to resurrect Buffy after 3 months but 230 years was incredible. There were in fact so focused on Kathy that they did not notice the reaction on Angel's face. His hard look had vanished and he felt that if he could breath then he would at that moment be hyperventilating. The idea that it could be her! He refused to let himself believe but what if, what if it was?

He looked at Kathy to find her avoiding him. The rest of the gang was still stunned.

"So you were brought back?," asked Dawn, "Wow I mean you're like 200 and something you're older than Giles! Hey you could even be older than Angel!!"

Kathy looked at her, "actually I'm fifteen years younger than Liam."

"Liam, wait you know him?! You guys have met, what like two centuries ago? You may have to jog his memory girl its been awhile." Gunn joked.

"Oh he remembers me I don't think he's ever forgotten me. Have you Liam?"

Angel looked at her unable to form words, it was she and he had no idea how to react. The others at this stage were looking confused and expecting an answer from him and he had no clue what to say. Instead it was Kathy who spoke.

"You'll have to excuse him I think he's a little stunned, I don't think he ever expected to see me again."

Wesley stood up, wanting to know who this woman was who could do this to the normally steady Angel. "Kathy who are you? How do you know Angel?"

Kathy looked at Wesley and smiled. "I'm his sister."

A dead silence descended over the group, they had expected Kathy's origins to be unusual but this went beyond anything they could possibly have imagined. No one knew what to say, least of all Angel.

It was Dawn that spoke first. "Wow, I didn't even know Angel had a sister. Hey, how come he didn't recognise you? I mean if you're his sister and all?"

"I was twelve when I died," Kathy said, "Since I'm twenty four now I look a little different and anyway it's not like he was expecting to see me. I think I took him a little by surprise."

Angel looked at her in amazement; Kathy smiled back softly knowing that he was confused and uncertain of how to proceed.

"It's really you," he said, "I can't believe it; you're back. You were dead and now you're right here in front of me and you're all grown up. My god you actually got to grown up, I always wondered what you'd look like if you hadn't….." With that his voice trailed off and a look of deep sorrow and guilt crossed his face.

Kathy took a step toward him, her arm raised slightly toward him as if to caress his face but uncertainty stopped her. She understood where the pain was coming from; the fact that they had been separated for so long and that he had been the one who had caused that. She knew that the guilt had had more than a century to grow and that there was little she could say to relieve it but she also knew that there was no way she would let him slip away from her again, especially if it meant he retreated into himself.

"Liam, look at me. I'm standing right here, I'm real and I'm alive and I'm happy. I'm not angry or upset about what happened, I've had a good life since I've been back and now I get to spend the rest of it helping my big brother who I love and adore. It's been two hundred years Liam, could you please just give me a hug."

Tears formed in her eyes as she spoke and she took another step toward Angel. He in response walked toward her and took her in his arms. She buried her head in his neck as the smell of him brought back memories long forgotten. She could feel the wave of emotion that swept over him as he held her and also his joy at getting her back and she nearly wept form the intensity of it. Angel moved his head to look at her, a half smile on his face.

"I missed you." He said.

Kathy smiled, "yeah, there was no one to bug you and get on your nerves."

The rest of the group where both moved by the reunion and also slightly uncomfortable at the intimacy of it. Buffy looked on in amazement, she could not believe that this girl was Angel's sister; she felt an irrational pang of jealousy as she watched him wrap his arms around her and the complete ease with which he did it. Kathy seemed to feel totally at home in his arms despite the fact that she had been absent for two centuries and Buffy remembered how once that had been her.