A/N: Sorry Wicked R! Yes, I know that Spike isn't that stupid. It was just an inside joke with a friend of mine. I was upset at the way he was...ahem... 'in love' with Buffy. He'll go back to his normal witty self now!

Imzadi: Now that wouldn't be any fun if I told you who the man was! You'll find out.

Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! This is corny, but it made me feel all tingly and loved. On with the story!


At Wolfram and Hart, present times

Wesley, Fred, Gunn, and Lorne slowly approached Angelus and Spike, who were gazing almost stupidly out of the 'special glass' window. Each human (and Lorne) had various weapons aimed at the two vampires.

Without turning around Angelus said, "You think you can take us?"

The gang stopped walking. Wesley was at the lead so he said, "Yes. I think we can."

Angelus and Spike turned around, confident smirks on their faces. Without a word Gunn stepped forward and shot two darts full of tranquilizer at the vampires.

They dropped like stones.

Angelus woke up chained to a wall in the basement. He assumed it was the basement of the law firm. Spike was next to him, looking around for a way to escape.

"William," Angelus said, getting the attention of the younger vampire.

"Yeah?"

"Why do you think we're here?"

Spike frowned. "Cause we're evil and they want to stake us?"

"Not here here!" Angelus said angrily. "In this time!"

"Oh. I dunno. Maybe we just got lucky," Spike said, shrugging his shoulders.

Angelus almost told the young vampire to shut up and find some brains when he thought about what Spike said. He smiled slowly, that evil, spine-tingling smile that scared even Spike sometimes. "Yes, Spike. I think we did."

Without saying another word Angelus ripped the chains out of the wall. Noticing that gleam in his eye, Spike followed suit.

Waiting in the stairwell for Spike, Angelus smiled to himself. "We're going to have ourselves some fun."

The four vampires ran all night from the mob, and ended up in a small town outside of Paris. Drusilla and Darla were waiting outside of an inn while Angel and Spike got reservations. The only thing keeping them from just killing the clerk and taking a room was the thought of being chased by another angry mob.

Angel wasn't saying anything so Spike took advantage. "Look, I didn't mean to make this hard," he said. "I was just...scared. I don' wanna relive this any more than you."

Angel sighed. "I know, Spike," he said. "I was just so..."

"Can I help you?" the counter clerk asked, eyeing the two men suspiciously. He didn't usually get customers this late. "Uh...We need two rooms for the evenin'." Angel said, automatically assuming his old accent. It surprised him how easily it came.

The man nodded. At least they wouldn't be...sharing. "You can pay in the morning when you leave."

Spike raised an eyebrow. "We won't be leavin' in the morning. We're stayin' until tomorrow night," he said, shooting an amused glance at Angel.

The man frowned, but didn't object. He wanted the strangers out as fast as possible, but he really did need the money. He turned around to face a key rack and selected two from the group. He handed the two men the keys and waited for them to go upstairs. Instead they went outside to retrieve two women.

Outside the inn...

As soon as the two boys went inside to acquire their rooms, Darla turned to Dru. "Drusilla," she said. When the younger woman didn't respond she said, "Drusilla, I'm talking to you."

Dru still took no mind. She was preoccupied with a small boy who had passed them.

"Your mummy must be so worried..." she said, her mouth forming a small, wicked smile. The poor boy looked terrified.

"Dru!" Darla barked. "You can snack later. We need to discuss our boys."

"But mummy!" Drusilla pouted. At the stern look she received, Dru reluctantly let go of the boy. He turned around slowly and ran for his life.

Darla smiled. "There. Now, haven't you noticed anything strange about our dear Angelus and our sweet Spike?"

Drusilla frowned, her eyes going glassy. "Our boys haven't been themselves...they don't want..."

Dru was interrupted by Angelus and Spike coming out of the inn, holding the keys to two rooms.
"We got the rooms, darlin'." Angel said, walking up to Darla. Darla forced herself to smile. They had interrupted Dru's vision.

Drusilla and Spike headed to one room and Darla and Angel headed to the other.

"Where shall we go next?" Darla asked while Angelus closed the door.

Angel shrugged. "Wherever you want."

"Hmm..." Darla said, pretending to think about it. "Let's go to Romania."

Angel froze. It couldn't be...This was the last place they went before he got his soul back! I have to warn Spike...after this he and Dru go to Prague...

Angel made some excuse for leaving and went straight to Spike's room. He didn't even bother to knock, he just burst right in. Dru was gazing out of the East-facing window and Spike was lying on the bed with his hands folded behind his head. "Angelus," he said.
"Spike. I need to talk to you. Now."

Noticing the scared look in his eyes, Spike got up. "Dru," he said. "We're going to go talk now, okay?"

Dru didn't respond, so Spike just exited the room.

"What?" he asked, as soon as he and Angel were out of earshot.

"Spike, this is where we're supposed to split ways," Angel said.

Not catching on, Spike just shrugged. "So? We can make an excuse not to. How much could it affect the flow of time?"

"Because this is when I got my soul."

Spike's eyes widened. They couldn't stay together, because that could seriously alter the time line...what would happen if Angelus never got his soul?

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger! Do you think it's good? What do you think should happen? I'm open to suggestions! Please R&R!