August 2053

"Rock its what were all about its what we live for - shout it" The earphones, and the corresponding music were yanked off timothy's (Or as he preferred to be called T's) head.

"What, Jerk" T whined, looking up at his bosses gelled shiny product filled hair, that framed a fleshy child like face. T strongly believed in sticking it to the man, even if the man was younger then himself, and owner of the best music store in Berkley or anywhere else for that matter, Rasputin records.

"I need you to shelve the new stock."

T shook his platinum blond Mohawk angrily before snarling a reply "Naw"

"Excuse me" Liam said. The years like sandpaper, had worn down his edges, so he was no longer capable of true anger.

"Sure Man sure"

"Is your sister still dating that veterinarian," Liam said trying to sound casual, even though the future of the family, he called his own, rested on this mans sister (there was no way any female was stupid enough to marry T).

"Yeah, don't do me any favors, everyone knows you don't do small talk."

Liam, shook his head, Timothy and his annoying overuse of slang was beyond his comprehension. Timothy had worked for Liam for seven years now, and the job had stopped being just "a youthful experment befor collage" four years ago on timothy's 27 Th birthdays

-That Night-

Liam turned off the lights, it was nine now, and time to patrol. He felt like every moment of his day was a scheduled repetition of the day before, the only difference was the slight variation between one villain of the week's catch phrase and the next's.

It almost made him long for the days of Wolfram and Hart, which had gone bankrupt in this dimension five years previous (bad investments or something). There was a knock on the door, and Liam went over to it, through the window he could see timothy.

"What is it"?

"I just wanted to show my mom around Rasputin's"

"We are closed"

"Please she's only in town for a day"

Then Liam saw Stella's face through the windowpane, but more importantly she saw his.

Liam unlocked the door.

"Come on in" he said as he switched on the lights.

Timothy entered first and then Stella, who was wrinkled now, stepped inside

"Go get some cds, I will pay," she volunteered

"Great" Timothy replied. He left off in a run towards the punk rock section.

"So" Stella said quietly, there was still anger, love, shock, and bewilderment in her voice "I haven't, seen you in ten years, but apparently you are still very actively involved in my life, indirectly of course"

"Of course."

"So what do you think of my son?"

"Well you had a lot harder job then I did"

Stella smiled, Liam returned, it then spoke "I have a letter for you" he reached behind the counter and pulled out a manila envelope, and handed it to her.

"What is it?"

"A letter, for later, and not just for you, it is for your decedents"

"Why"

"It's a matter of honor and love, and Willow would have wanted it that way."

Stella nodded as her son returned, her father and guardian angel's words fallowing her out of the shop, as she left reluctantly.