::OK here I go again, starting another story and not finishing the others first. I promise you all they well get done, some day.

My first attempt at this kind of story failed, big time. It was "Enter A New Slayer" Well this one is along those lines, but instead of a Buffy story, this one is an Angel.

I have to warn you all though, if you haven't seen any or all of the last season then please don't read, this is during those last few good episodes, before it was taken off the air, wah.

This story picks up between Cordy's death and Fred's encounter with the blue bitch. (Sorry I know that's not her name, but that's just me)

Well hope you enjoy the story R&R JM::

Real Summary:: It's been days since Angel got the news of Cordy's death. So with Cordy no longer in the picture, things at WolfRam & Hart have gone a little down hill. Then one day out of the blue, Eve brings in a new recruit, her name is Joan R. Jones and she the new Slayer in town. She's fresh from Buffy's and Faith's training camp in South America. The crew is thinking she's from someplace else, and with her Irish accent and temper to prove it.

Who is she really?

Why doesn't she just leave WolfRam & Hart?

And why does she make Angel and Spike uneasy when she around?

Read and find out.

A small MS and of course, OC.

(::A/N, sorry, but I have to warn you that I have a habit of changing the characters into something completely different then they really are, if that makes any sense? So if you notice this change and I have it more then once, even if I have it only once, let me know. Not as a flame, but just as a reminder not to do it again. Kay? Cool read on::)

New Recruit and Old Memories.

The days flew by so fast and before Angel knew it, it was two weeks since he got the call telling him Cordy passed in her sleep. Nowadays, running an evil law-form and trying to change it, didn't seem to have the same affected as it once did.

"You're looking glummer then usual."

Angel looked up from his paper work and stared up at Spike.

"Leave." Angel ordered, he really wasn't in the mood to hear Spike's mouth. (::a/n, when is he?::)

"Why?"

"Because you're bugging me."

"Well then, I'm doing my job." Spike cracked as he flopped in a chair across from Angel. He wasn't going to leave just because Angel told him to; anyway bugging Angel was fun for him, there really wasn't anything else he could do, besides fight.

"Why is it, that you only bug me? Go bug Fred or Wesley."

"Because they're not as fun as you are." Spike answered.

"Leave Spike, I'm busy." Angel snapped, looking back down at his work, but noticed someone else walking in, that couldn't help but bug him. "What is it Eve?"

"Don't mean to disturb you boss, but there is a new recruit to the dream team." Eve replied standing a few feet in the doorway, "She's your new Slayer."

Angel and Spike shot their heads to her, with hope in their eyes

"Knew that would get your attention." Eve smirked. "Her name is Joan R. Jones." Eve added, and tried to hid her grin as she seen the disappointment in the two Vampires' eyes.

Eve stepped out of the way as a woman in her early twenties walked in behind Eve.

She was about 5,7 in height, short brown/red hair with black highlights and a green tint in the light. She had a black artist hat, tilted to the right side of her head, dark flare blue jeans and a black shirt that said 'I LOVE ROCK 'N' ROLL'.

Her nails were painted black and tons of bead braclets were worn on her wrists. Her necklace was a five point star, with the phases of the moon in a circle around the star.

But what in treed them the most was; one her faint scar, it ran from the above her left eye, near her hair line, ran across her right eye and ended at the side of her head. And two were her eyes, they were ocean blue, and they seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the office.

"Hey." She grinned with a hint of an Irish accent in her voice.

"What's this about Eve?" Angel snapped.

"I'm here to help you out." Joan shot. "Geez, are you sure this sourpuss is Angel?" Joan asked Eve, he was nothing like the Angel she heard and read about.

"Yes he is." Eve answered. "Can I go boss? I have other things to attend to." Eve added and Angel nodded, and then left the room, leaving Joan, Spike and a very annoyed Angel alone.

"So what's going on?" Joan asked as she pulled a chair next to Spike and sat down. "And you must be Spike?" Joan asked.

"I am." Spike answered.

"Right." Joan muttered looking him up and down, with a small smirk." Buf didn't say you were cute."

"Buffy talked about me?" Spike chocked, with a slit grin on his face and wasn't ashamed if Angel seen.

"Yeah she did, but she didn't say much, Just that you were here in LA and that you help save the world." Joan added, now looking into his eyes, but quickly looked away to Angel." But what she told me about you...........are you really sure you're Angel?"

"Yes I am!" Angel yelled, slamming his fist on the desk.

"Sarrrrrr-rrrry." Joan shot, "I just didn't think Buf could ever fall for a sourpuss like you Alright?" Joan added." But I guess people do change, even Vampires. Even Faith didn't tell be about how moody you can get. God take a chill pill." Joan paused as she grabbed her bag and pulled something out. "Here take two of these and call me in the morning." Joan laughed as she threw Angel some Midol and left the room."

"I like her." Spike laughed. "See ya Sourpuss." Spike smirked as he left the room, leaving really pissed off.

Joan walked out of Angel's office; he really wasn't the Angel she once knew. Well then again, the last time they say each other, Angel didn't even exist. He was Angelus then, but he wouldn't remember her, Spike might, but not Angel.

Joan's thoughts broke as she turned the corner and ran right into something green, knocking her down to the floor with a loud thud.

"Oh sorry love, you ok?"

Joan looked up and a green hand was in front of her face.

"I'm fine." Joan answered, taking the offered hand and the owner helped her to her feet.

"You must be Joan?"

"How'd-?" Joan looked up and into the green man's eyes.

"News travails fast around here, sweetie." He added, "The names Lorne, come with me, and I'll introduce you to the others."

"Ok." Joan replied as she found her feet and followed Lorne back to Angel's office.

"Damn, am I ever going to see more then just Angel's office?" Joan muttered. "So ah Lorne, you're the demon from the non-musical world right? That must have been hell! I wouldn't be able to survive in a place like that."

"You're a chatter box aren't you?

"So? Someone has to be!"

"Right." Lorne muttered a little annoyed.

Lorne and Joan stepped into Angel's office, to see three others in the room, two guys and a girl. The girl stepped up first.

"Joan, right?" she asked.

"Yep."

"Oh good, I'm Fred, it's so wonderful to have another girl on the team." She grinned.

"Thrilled."

"I'm Wesley. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Like wise. And you tall, dark, and handsome must be Gunn?"

"No one else."

"Goody, we're all introduce......" Spike started, but Angel finished.

"Joan why are you here, really?" Angel asked.

"Because Buffy and Faith told me to come." Joan answered.

"Lorne?!" Angel looked at Lorne and shot his eyes to Joan.

"Oh right." Lorne replied and turned to Joan. "Love, can you sing for me?"

"What?" Joan shot, jerking back to life. "Why?"

"To see if you're a badie or not." Spike answered.

"No I'm not singing."

"Do it or leave." Angel snapped, he was getting tried of her, not during what she was told, she was a Slayer alright. (::duh angel, hence the concept of the story. So deal with it Angel or I'll kill you off. (A:: You wouldn't.) Try me Vampire.)

"Hey I'm getting sick of ya. I don't have to sing, if I don't want to, it's a free country." Joan snapped back.

"In here I rule." Angel shot, she was starting to act like Spike and one was bad enough.

"Under what Constitution?" Joan shot back.

"Mine."

"Whatever."

"Whoa, whoa easy you two. No need to start World War III." Lorne replied stepping in between Joan and Angel before they could kill each other. "Love it's quite alright, not everyone here has the best voice..." Lorne paused as he looked back at Angel and then back at Joan. "But you will have to sing, anything will do, anything."

"I'm not saying I have a bad voice, I have top Soprano in high school." Joan snapped and Lorne gave her a 'do it or else' look. "Alright, alright, I sing, but you won't know any of the words." Joan replied. "Here goes." She took a deep breath and sang. "Voocolena.........ectou........decolno..........valnee........slo. There happy?" Joan shot, flopping back in her chair from before.

(A/N:: I forgot, you'll see a lot of this in the story and so I'm going to tell ya how they're pronounced. Also please don't ask me where I got this from, I really don't know, needed something and well this popped in my head.:: ) (Vool-coal-nah, ee-see-toa, Da-cooh-nol, slu.)

"Wow, she's clean." Lorne said leaning against Angel's desk. "Where did you learn to sing like that?"

"Never learn, just could." Joan answered, "So is this little party for me? Or is there another reason we're all in here?" Joan joked, opening her bag again and started to rummage through it, a few seconds later she pulled out a package of Butter-figure candy bars. "Does anybody want one?" She asked the group.

"Sure I'll take one." Fred grinned and Joan handed her one.

"Anyone else?"

The others just stared at her.

"What? I'm just trying to be nice." Joan shot, and put the candy bars back into her bag.

"So Joan, where're you from?" Gunn asked.

"Ireland." Joan answered, not looking up, she was once again was rummaging through her bag. "Anyone want a Mountain Dew?" Joan looked up from her bag, when no one answered her. "Now what is it?'

"How'd you get from Ireland to South America?" Gunn asked again.

"I've been travailing since I was sixteen. Why all the blood questions? I've came here to work, not play twenty questions and I didn't come to tell ya's me life story." Joan snapped her Irish accent coming through thick. They were getting to close to the truth, to close for her liking.

"Sorry." Fred appolozied. "We're all just curise about you. The last Slayer we had here was Faith, and that was when Angelu-"Fred stopped lowered her head.

"I know, when Angel was Angelus. Faith and Buf, told me all about it and all about you guys. What they couldn't tell me I read from Giles's books. I'll tell ya one thing. Giles might not be a libarain anymore, but he still charges ya, if you don't turn his books back to him within three weeks." Joan added, shacking her head.

"What langue were you singing in?" Wesley asked, seeing it was his turn to ask a few questions.

"It doesn't matter. You won't no it."

"What do you mean, I won't know it?"

"I mean, you won't because it's not in any books or scrolls."

"And why not?"

"Because, the truth be told, it doesn't even exist in this world, or any world as a matter of fact." Joan answered.

"Then how do you know it? I mean if you say it doesn't exist, then how could you know that?" Angel questioned, there was something about her, something he didn't like.

"It's really hard to explain." Joan answered.

"we go all day." Angel replied, sitting on his desk in front of Joan.

"Ok, but you won't believe me."

"Try us."

"Well here goes. Back before I was a Slayer I was into Witchcraft, hard, hence the pentagram."Joan paused and pointed to her necklace. "I did this spell so I could remember my past lives and well it worked. The langue, as you called it, is a mixture of The Old Ones, my Amazon tribe and of Atlantis."

"Atlantis? It never existed." Wesley laughed.

"Ah and that is where you're wrong. I did exist, I was there, that is until it's people destroyed themselves." Joan replied, "See I told ya, you wouldn't believe me." Joan added.

"Can you teach us?" Wesley asked, it sounded like a neat langue to learn.

"Well I really can't."

"Ha, you see, she's making it up."

"I am not!" Joan yelled, standing to her feet and in front of Wesley. "I told you, this langue it, it's older then time itself. I can't teach you because it's something that's un-teachable." Joan screamed, "Ano, voolceta, Vetat." Joan snapped and grabbed her bag. (An-noo, voo-cee-tah, Vee-teet, Vee-nah)

She pulled out a small green box and opened it. Inside her two small metal balls, that had the black and white Yin, yan. She put them in her right hand and started to twirl them in her figures, (A/n that sounds so wrong, but that's not what I mean, perverts.)

"One thing you all need to know about me. I have a really, really, really bad temper and I'm liable to do anything without thinking." Joan paused as she looked back at Wesley. "Like this." She shot as her left hand flew up and Wesley was shot back against the wall, then fell to the floor with a loud thud." Let that be a warnen to ya." Joan replied and once again her accent shown through.

"Easy there, tiger, he didn't mean anything by it." Lorne said walking over to Wesley and helped him up. "You shouldn't have said that, I didn't get a chance to warn you all about the temper I sensed from her." Lorne added. "She's a force to be ruken with."

"She'll fit in." Gunn laughed as he, left the room shaking his head in laughter.

::So what do ya all think? Hope you liked it R&R JM::