"Look Spike, will you drop the puppet thing?" Angel said exasperatedly. Spike just continued laughing. "It's just...so...bloody...funny!" he managed to choke out. Angel stopped walking and glared at him. "Spike, can't you just drop..." Angel was interrupted by Harmony, who came up with two mugs of blood. Angel's mug said "#1 Boss" and Spike's said, "Don't Bother Me...I Bite". It had a picture of a smiley face with fangs. "Some O Pos for my two favorite vamps," she said cheerily. "85 degrees for Angel, and 98.5 for Spike."

"Thanks Harm," Spike said, smiling at her. "Yeah," Angel echoed, walking into his office. "What's his problem?" Harmony asked. Spike shrugged. "What is it always?" He followed Angel into the office.

"You could have been nicer to Harmony," Spike said, closing the door behind him. Angel sat down at his desk and opened a manila folder that had been placed there since he was gone. "Hey, you're the one who dumped her," he said pointedly. Spike opened his mouth to reply, but closed it when he couldn't think of one. Gunn came walking into the room, followed by Fred and Wesley. Wesley had his nose shoved in a book, so when he got to the threshold he almost bumped into the wall. Fred noticed his near accident so she pulled him gently out of the way. He didn't even look up. Angel glanced up, but immediately looked back down at the papers on his desk. "What's up, guys?" he asked. "I know we don't really handle these type of cases anymore," Wesley said, finally glancing up from the old tome. "But we've just got news of a Bakned demon attacking an old woman." After no one said anything, Angel finally looked up again. "Well, why don't you handle it?" he said. Wesley frowned. "Well, I just thought, you know, that this was more of a 'champion of the Powers' thing," he said, glancing at the others for support. When Angel just stared at him, Wesley closed the book.

"I'll do it," Spike said. Everyone turned to stare. "What? I can't go save people too?"

"Well, I suppose..." Wesley began. "Great. So, I'll just be going now," Spike interrupted. He left the office, his long black duster billowing behind him. Angel frowned. "Hey," he said. "That's my thing."

"Is the ritual ready?" Leonard asked. The man with the hood nodded. "Yesss," he hissed. "It isss ready." Leonard didn't know exactly what the man with the hood was, or why he wanted to send two people into the past. All he knew was that he was being paid handsomely for helping. "Ssstand in the back while I do thisss," the man with the hood said. Leonard nodded. As he walked past the man with the hood, he tried to peer into his face. The man with the hood grabbed his upper arm. "Do not interfere. If you do, I sshall see to it that you don't live to ssee another ssun rise," he hissed dangerously. Leonard gulped and nodded. "Yes sir," he stammered, walking quickly to the corner.

The man with the hood walked in a circle counterclockwise, pouring mystical sand. He stopped walking and stepped into the middle of the circle. He opened a book and placed it on the outside of the circle. He pulled two items from his pocket. A piece of stark-white hair from one of the subjects and a coffee mug from the other. He placed them facing north and started to chant in Latin. A bright light surrounded the objects, then blew away toward the subjects.

"Hey, Harmony? Have you seen my mug?" Angel asked into the intercom. "No, sir." Harmony replied. Frowning, Angel terminated the connection. He got up and went to the big window that had special glass, protecting any of the undead type from the sun. He sighed, and closed the shades. Like I once told Doyle, if I have the same opportunities as everyone else, like being able to be in the sun, I won't concentrate on the important things, he thought. Doyle. That was so long ago. Doyle was the person who had gotten him to go out and 'meet' people. Instead, he had run across Cordelia, and had started Angel Investigations. I miss the good old days.

He was walking toward his desk when a bright, blinding light surrounded him. His last conscious thought was, I hope it's not sunlight.

"Don't worry, granny! I'll save you!" Spike leapt off the building and landed full force on the Bakned demon. The poor old woman looked like she was about to have a heart attack. She was cowering against a dumpster, and Spike hoped she stayed there. The demon roared and bucked Spike off its back. Spike turned his fall into a roll and jumped up, prepared for a big fight. The demon rushed him right when Spike was engulfed in a pillar of bright light. "Bloody..." he managed to say. The demon stopped in mid-charge, gazing stupidly at Spike's predicament.

Angel woke up face down in the dirt. He moaned and pushed himself up. He immediately noticed that something was wrong. His clothes were different, and he was pretty sure that he wasn't in L.A. anymore. "Where are we?" Spike asked from behind him. Angel wasn't surprised that Spike was there. In fact, as soon as he had woken up he had sensed his presence. Angel turned around. "I don't know. But it looks like...Paris."

Spike shrugged. "Well, I don't really care. I just want to get out of these clothes," he said. Then he took a good look at Angel. "Hey...your hair!" Angel frowned. "What? Is there dirt in it?" Spike shrugged. "Well, let's just say that if I didn't know you as well as I do, that I'd say you were..."

"Angelus!" a voice said happily from behind them. Spike saw Angel frown, and he turned around. "Darla," Angel said. "Drusilla," Spike said, not quite able to keep the surprise out of his voice. "There you boys are," Darla said, walking up and linking arms with Angel. Angel looked wide-eyed at Spike, and Spike just shrugged. "Yes. Here we are," Angel said, immediately putting on his old Irish lilt. I think I know what's happening, Angel thought. We're in our past bodies. I just hope Spike catches on quick.

"I saw a maid," Drusilla said. "She was dancing all alone. Can we go help her dance?" Spike raised an eyebrow. "Well, I don't know 'bout you, but Angel..." Angel stepped on his foot hard. "But...Angelus and I were just, uh..." Angel sighed. "Spike, why don't ya just shut up and we'll be on our way," he said, hinting to Spike. Darla and Drusilla ignored their weird behavior and started walking. "I have a carriage waiting for us on the other side of the woods," Darla said.

"Why don't we just get a car and...." Spike said, interrupted by Angel jamming his elbow into his ribs. Darla turned around. "You two are acting strange. Is there something wrong?" she asked, daring them to say yes. "Of course not, darlin'. I just need to talk to Spike for a minute. In private," he said. "You two go along, and we'll be there soon."

Darla smiled. "Don't go too hard on him. I don't want him so broken that we have to drag him around," she said mischievously.

After Darla and Drusilla were out of sight Spike gulped. "You're not really going to hurt me, are you?" he asked. Angel sighed. "No, Spike," he said exasperatedly. "How slow are you? You have to watch what you say. In fact, we should try to think about when this is, so we don't do something wrong."

"Oh." Spike said. "Well, we know that it's before you got your soul."

Angel nodded. "So it's before the 1900's," he said. "You have to play the part, Spike. Otherwise they'll know."

I'm not stupid, Spike thought. "Hey, you seemed to be playing the part pretty well," he said accusingly. Angel scowled. It gave Spike the willies. He knew it was Angel in there, and not Angelus, but still...too many old memories that he didn't want to think about. Looks like I not only have to think about them, but I have to live them too.

"Come on," Angel said, nodding toward the trees. "I don't want them to leave without us."

Present times...
"Harmony," Wesley said. "Have you seen Angel or Spike?" Harmony shrugged. "Nope. I thought Spike rushed out of here to save an old lady and Angel was in his office the last time I saw him." "Hmm."
This is a nightmare, Angel thought. He was sitting in an old, bumpy, small carriage with Darla, Drusilla, and Spike. Not my ideal place. Darla was looking out the tiny window, while Dru was staring straight up. "Dru," Spike said. "What are you staring at?" He almost dreaded the answer; she often didn't make sense. "I'm looking at the man. I told him to go away, but he keeps insisting that he needs a ride," she said distantly. Spike frowned. "Dru, there isn't a man..." They all heard a muffled bump from the roof. It suddenly hit Angel. The man that tried to follow us...by riding on the roof of the carriage! When he remembered that, he also remembered what he was supposed to do. He was supposed to do exactly what Angelus did. He opened the door and stood up on the small step, reaching up and grabbing the man by the collar. He pulled himself halfway back in the coach and held the man over the road, which was quickly going by. The man looked terrified, and all Angel wanted to do was let him go, but he knew that that's not what Angelus did. With Darla, Drusilla, and Spike watching, he let his vampire countenance show. He could smell the fear on the man, and it was almost overwhelming. Bloody...I remember this. Spike thought. Angelus grabbed the man, and then... Angel jerked the man's head back and leaned forward and drank him. He threw the body out of the open door and leaned back in. "I hate hitch hikers," he said. After the carriage had dropped them off at a small inn, and they had killed all of the patrons, Darla and Drusilla were off in their own room. "What was that all about?" Spike asked Angel, once they were out of earshot. "Spike," Angel said. "You know that I had to. We can't change history just because we have souls and we don't like killing people." Spike nodded and sat down on an old chair. "This is just too..."

"I know. But we have to play along. Otherwise..." Angel let that statement hang there. If they didn't play along, then it could cost them their lives. And they weren't meant to die now. Spike nodded. "Yeah, I know. This is just..." he trailed off.

"Just what?" Angel asked. Spike frowned, then sighed. "This is more of a Buffy and her Scoobies type of thing." To Spike's surprise, Angel nodded. "Yeah, you're right."

Can I get that in writing? Spike thought. Out loud he said, "So, what do you think happened?"

Angel put his hand on his chin, thinking hard. "Well, maybe Wolfram and Hart wants to punish us, so they sent us here."

"Or maybe," Spike said. "Your friends turned on us and sent us here so they could take over the world, and we'd have to wait a hundred years to catch up with them."

Angel shook his head. "One, they wouldn't do that. Two: that's just ridiculous. Maybe Darla and Dru did this to punish us in the future and they're just pretending to not know to torture us."

"Or maybe the flying monkeys from "The Wizard of Oz" came to life and don't like us because we're vampires and we could suck their blood so they sent us here, before they were invented."

Angel didn't reply, he just stared at Spike. "I didn't know that you were capable of such crazy thoughts."

Spike shrugged defensively. "Hey, it could happen," he said. Angel shook his head. "I'm going to go to sleep. My mind is buzzing with too many things."

Present times, Angel's office...

Angelus didn't know where he was. He didn't know when he was, but he did know one thing: he was liking what he saw. He seemed to be in some sort of office building that was full of humans and vampires alike. He was strolling down one of the large hallways when a British man stopped him. "Angel, there you are!" he said. "I've been looking for you." Angelus stopped walking to stare at the man. "And what would you want?" he asked contemptuously, noticing that he no longer had his Irish accent. The English man frowned. "Angel, are you feeling well?"

"I'm feeling fine," Angelus said dangerously. Wesley backed away. "Angel, you're behaving strangely," he said carefully. Angelus scowled. "Why do you keep calling me Angel?" he asked angrily. Wesley opened his mouth to comment when Spike walked up behind Angelus. "There you are. I've been looking for you, Angelus," Spike said, putting his hand on Angelus's shoulder. "Spike, get your hand off of me," Angelus said dangerously.

At this point, Wesley was running away down the hall as fast as humanly possible.

"Fred!" Wesley shouted, running into the lab of Wolfram and Hart. "Fred?"

Fred stood up from behind a huge boulder that had ancient paintings of what looked like Barney on it. "Hi, Wesley," she said cheerily. "Fred, we have a problem," Wes said, glancing at the boulder. A slight frown creased Fred's brow. "Really?"

"It's Angel."

"Angel, I had a thought." Spike said while they were looking for some breakfast for Darla and Drusilla. "You thought. I'm so proud of you," Angel said sarcastically. Spike scowled. Ha ha, he thought. "Angel, I'm serious. If we're here, in this time, in our past bodies, then where are the past us-es?"

Angel stopped walking. "Spike, I probably won't ever say this again, but you're right," he said, frowning. "We've got to find a way back."

Spike nodded. "Yeah. Hey, I think that those two blokes over there are Dru and Darla's breakfast." Angel turned his head to look where Spike was.

"Yeah. Let's follow them," he said. Spike and Angel followed the two men all the way to their home. "Oh, don't go insi..." Spike started to say as the two men went inside. Angel sighed angrily. "Now we have to convince them to let us in. Great."

They slowly approached the men's dwelling. Angel supposed that they were brothers, or perhaps father and son. Spike strode ahead of Angel and started examining the door. "Hey," he said, frowning. "There's no doorbell."

Angel walked up to one of the walls and started to hit his head on it. "Spike, there is no doorbell because THEY HAVEN'T BEEN INVENTED YET!"

Spike shrugged his shoulders and knocked instead. The younger man opened the door. "Can I help you?" he asked. Angel opened his mouth to say something when Spike interrupted him. "Our car broke down. Can we use your phone?"

As an angry mob was chasing Darla, Drusilla, Spike, and Angel out of town, Angel was beating Spike. "A CAR!" he bellowed. "HOW STUPID ARE YOU?" Spike didn't say a word; he just took the verbal abuse. It was uncanny how much he could be reminded of Angelus, even though he knew that it was Angel. "Blasphemy!" One of the angry mob members shouted, brandishing a pitchfork at them as they ran.

Drusilla was deeply amused by the mob and she almost got herself killed when she stopped to growl at an elderly woman who was brandishing a torch. "Child of Evil!" the woman shouted, trying to impale Dru. Spike almost had a "Spider Sense" when it came to Drusilla; he was in-between she and the woman within the blink of an eye. Fortunately the woman was at least eighty, and suffering from mild pneumonia so only the blunt, not burning end of the torch hit Spike. He shoved the woman aside lightly and grabbed Dru by the arm, pulling her along to the front of the mob.
Darla wasn't amused by the mob; she was infuriated. She glared at Angelus as they were running toward a deserted barn. "What did you do?" she shouted, trying to be heard over the mob.