Chapter 2

Angel and Spike slowly lowered their hands and looked where the lighting had struck. There was man slowly getting to his feet, he was tall, with a shaven head, young too. His jeans and T-shirt was ripped and torn where he had been injured before, but the injuries were completely healed.

"Gunn?" Angel took a small, careful step forward. He remembered what he'd been like after coming back from hell, hungry for blood. But then again, there was no telling if Gunn had come from hell, and he wasn't a vampire.

"What's going on man?" Gun said looking around.

"We'll explain on the way, we need to get to where Wesley's going to come back. Just incase he's coming right away after."

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"So basically we all died and now the Powers are bring us back one by one." Gunn said. It wasn't a question, it had taken Wesley two hours to come back and Spike and Angel had filled him in then. He was helping them explain everything to Wesley.

The brown haired man sat there shaking his head, utterly speechless. "All of us?" he managed to say, "We're all coming back."

"Yep right down to the Irish bloke, what's his name again?" Spike said looking at Angel.

"Doyle."

"Right Doyle…"

Spike kept talking but Angle blocked him out. He smiled, Doyle… Angel could hear him, making a joke, brightening up the place. Him and Cordeila would be fighting, like always. Angel didn't miss the fighting as much, not that the fighting meant they didn't like each other. No it was more like friendly debating. He hadn't gotten a break from it; Wesley and Cordelia had fought a lot a first too. Only difference was that Wesley didn't let Cordelia win like Doyle did.

Wesley wasn't listening to the conversation either, he was thinking of Fred. Thinking of all the things they could do now that they never got to do before.

After day dreaming for a bit about her he suggested that they head over to her place. "It's almost been two hours after I've come back," he said. They were hoping that there was a pattern between each person.

"Ok," Angel said, a smile on his face, "let's go."

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Fours hours later they were sitting in Angel's office, they now had the two girls, Fred and Cordelia, with them. They both had been filled in, Fred was now sitting in Wesley's lap, the two of them cuddling together. Cordelia was sitting on what remand of a chair think about Doyle. You could see the excitement on her face. But every once in a while she would shoot cold looks in Spike's direction. Seeing him after she came back was a big surprise, she didn't know he had a soul and had screamed. A nurse (they were in the hospital were Cordelia had died) came rushing in and only everyone but Cordelia and Spike had been able to find a hiding spot quick enough. To Cordelia's disgust the only excuse Spike could find was that their friend was having a baby and they couldn't wait to have one themselves.

"Hey everyone." Cordelia looked up to see Willow standing in the doorway. "Thought I'd come and make sure everything's ok."

"Willow!" Cordelia said, "Hey how are you."

"Hi Cor, I'm fine…" Suddenly she stopped, a blank looked appeared on her face.

"Um…Willow?"

Angel went over to her. "Are you ok?"

"Greeting's champion." She said, her voice sounding different and Angel was sure he had heard it somewhere before.

"Huh? Willow are you ok?" Angel had a mixed look of concern and confusion. When Willow didn't respond he asked "the Powers?" she nodded her head.

"We have contacted you to warn you. The messenger has been gone too long."

"You mean Doyle."

The Powers nodded. "The outcome of bringing him make is uncertain. He will be confused, thinking he is in…"

Angel looked at the Powers, "Is he in Heaven or hell?"

"That is not for us to tell you, if the messenger wishes to tell you then that is his choice his alone. He will still think he is where he is now, not understanding he is back on earth."

"We'll help him."

"Will you? It will be hard to make him understand, so much has changed. He will retreat into his memories, any thing that is familiar."

"We'll make sure, I'll make sure, he's ok."

"If that is your final decision…"

With one glance at Cordelia, in which she nodded, he said, "It is."

"Very well, the messenger will come back in 24 hours." Then they were gone, Willow's blank look disappeared.

"Whoa…" she said putting her arm on Angel shoulders to steady herself.

"You ok?" he asked, she nodded. Angle turned at the rest of the group; they were staring in him in complete silence. Cordelia had her head bent down, a single tear slid down her check, and a small sob escaped her lips.