A/N: Sorry about the delay... again... I swear, it's not my fault! School is crazy, and all my friends are going all spazzy... ack... so, forgive me!

Oh, and, just a forewarning, the chapter contains excessive use of shit. Just so you know.

Buffy looked around. She was back in the wormhole, and she didn't seem to be going anywhere soon.

"Oh joy."

Angel was in shock. Drusilla was the Slayer… and Spike was her Watcher…?

Drusilla sat down on the sofa next to Spike.

"So, what's the deal, William?"

Oh dear God… did she just call him William?! Angel thought as he gaped at her. Deciding that looking at them was just too disturbing, Angel looked down at his feet. He caught a glimpse of the Hawaiian shirt he was wearing.

HOLY CRAP, I'M THE XANDER!!!!

While Angel was gawking at his attire, William and Drusilla were still talking.

"Well," William answered Drusilla, "I believe that Star and her gang are quickly gaining power. We must stop them before it's too late."

"Stop them?" Drusilla responded, wide-eyed. "By ourselves?! Their much too strong, they'll overpower us!"

"If we don't do something now, who knows what it could escalate to?" William reasoned.

"I guess…" she conceded. Just as Angel had discovered he had a pulse, Darla walked in.

"Hi guys," Darla greeted, looking cheery. Angel seemed shocked to see her. "What's the what?"

"We going to take on Star and her gang," Drusilla informed her.

"What?!" Darla gasped. "Just us?" Drusilla nodded in response. William, Darla, and Drusilla looked grim. Angel merely looked dim.

"We'll need weapons," William stated. "Also, we'll need stakes, crosses, holy water, the whole enchilada." Angel resisted the urge to snigger at the fact that Spike – er – William – had just used the word enchilada.

Everyone but Angel nodded and set to work gathering things that might be of use in the battle. Angel simply stood there. William paused while sharpening an axe and addressed Angel.

"Angel?" he asked. Angel gave a jolt as if he'd being snapped out of some deep thinking and looked at William. "Aren't you coming?"

"Oh, um, yeah, I'm coming," Angel replied, going to work picking up a large sword and a couple of daggers. He noticed a ring on the coffee table with a tag attached to it that read PROTECTION CHARM in big bold letters. He scooped it up and put it on his finger. He wasn't sure who they were about to face, but whoever it was seemed pretty powerful and he wasn't taking any chances. He continued to gather various weapons until everyone was loaded down with all things pointy and lethal. They set off out the door.

About thirty minutes later, William, Drusilla, Darla, and Angel had reached a remote forest in the outskirts of Sunnydale. The forest was thick with trees and placed strategically behind a cemetery. They silently made their way into the forest just as the sun was beginning to set. Angel followed nervously, wondering what or who he was about to fight. Normally, this wouldn't have been a big deal for him at all, but now he was lacking his vampire powers. He didn't know if he could fight at all.

Finally, they reached a small clearing near the center of the forest. William looked around.

"Hang... hang on, this— this is it. Wait... no... yes!" William exclaimed.

"What are you talking about?" Angel asked, confused.

"The Lair. Star's lair. The door was right here when I saw them…" William said, gesturing to the bare grass and searching the clearing with his sharp blue eyes. Angel looked at him incredulously.

"I don't think so," Angel remarked. Meanwhile, William dropped to his hand and knees, ripping grass up off of the ground frantically.

"OPEN UP! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" William yelled furiously. Looking concerned, Drusilla marched over to him and slapped him across the face, causing him to fall over backwards.

"GET A GRIP!" she yelled at him, rearing back for another slap.

He put his hands on his head, regaining his composure. "Whoa, where did that come from?" he asked himself. He didn't answer.

"Okay," Darla said, walking farther into the clearing, "we know the door is around here somewhere. But whe- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Before Darla could finish her question, she stepped on a loose patch of grass and fell screaming into a hollow pit below. The remaining three rushed over to the edge of the hole.

"Are you all right?" William called down to her. Darla was laying flat on her back.

"Yes…" she yelled back, groaning as she sat up and dusted herself off. She got gingerly to her feet and took in her surroundings. "I think I found the way in! Come down here!"

Drusilla and William looked at each other, both wondering how the hell they were going to get down there. Suddenly, Angel looked up and pointed.

"Hey look! A conveniently placed plot device- I mean, ladder!" he shouted. He walked across the clearing, picked up the conveniently placed plot device- I mean, ladder, and lowered it into the hole. They all climbed down it.

"Look," Darla said, pointing, "there's a dark, creepy, and narrow tunnel. Let's go!"

"What? Why?" Angel demanded.

"Well, it's obviously the way in," Darla replied.

"How do you know?" Angel retorted.

"Because! It's dark and creepy and sinister-looking! Of course it's the way in!"

Angel shook his head in resignation and followed Darla into the tunnel. They crawled for a very very long distance. Yup. Looooooong distance.

(please insert montage of the four crawling through various twists and bends in near darkness, Darla looking determined and smug, Angel looking annoyed and doubtful… blahblahblah… humdeedumdum… wooooo… yeahhhhh… montage…)

Finally, they reached the end of the tunnel. Darla jumped out first, with a very loud splash.

"Shit!" she yelled.

"What?" Angel asked warily. Darla rolled her eyes and pointed to the lower half of her body.

"Shit! I landed in shit!" she complained. Angel poked his head out of the pipe and, sure enough, they had ended up in the sewage system of Sunnydale. Angel burst into laughter.

"HA! I told you! I knew it was the wrong way!" he sniffed the air and gagged. "Ugh, you smell like shit too!" he snorted with amusement suddenly. "DARLA! You're shitfaced!!!"

Angel doubled over in hysterics at his own joke. Unfortunately, (well, unfortunately for him, fortunately for me) he lost his balance and tumbled head first into raw sewage. Now it was Darla's turn to go into hysterics. Angel glared at her and attempted to get the – he'd rather not know – out of his sticky-up hair. In the meantime, William and Drusilla had climbed down the ladder on the side that neither Angel nor Darla seemed to have noticed. Angel waded over to the edge and clambered up onto the concrete, Darla following after him.

"Well, what now?" Drusilla wondered aloud. William looked around.

"Wait a second, what's this?" he said, walking down a ways to a sign stuck to the wall. The sign read STAR'S GANG HIDEOUT- THIS WAY! and had an arrow pointing farther into the sewers. "Hmm. Well that's not terribly stealthy of them."

So the proceeded in the direction that the sign pointed, Angel and Darla's clothing and shoes making unpleasant squishing noises all the way. They finally reached a dirt cavern with a sign that said STAR'S GANG near the entrance. They ventured on through sharp twists and turns.

"What's that smell?" William asked, looking disgusted.

"Shit!" Angel shouted.

"Ah yes," William said, nodding. "I'd forgotten."

"No!" Angel corrected him. "That was shit as in, 'Oh shit, there's the lair of the big bad!'"

"Oh…" William replied as the hideout came into view around the next corner. He turned to look at the others. "Now listen. This battle isn't going to be easy, and there's a good chance that some of us aren't going to make it. But we have to give it our all beca-"

"Cut the crap, nancyboy," said a voice from behind them. "Are we gonna fight or what?"

I'm sure you all caught the scene stolen from Something Blue. I hope.