Past Actions Chapter 3

A/N: Hey! Here's chapter three! And, to answer any questions: yes, it would be nice to change history like that, but it wouldn't be changing it in a good way, if you know what I mean. Also, my respect for Joss leaves me thinking that I couldn't possibly affect the timeline like that.

Angel and Spike sat silently, staring at the wall. Angel knew he couldn't miss getting his soul, but he still had to wonder. Would life be easier for me if I didn't ever get my soul? Certainly it would…but I would be evil. But, I wouldn't care. Because I'd be evil. Wait…if I, with my soul, didn't eat that gypsy girl, then would I still have my future-soul? I want to get back to my own time…

Angel rubbed his temples. His own thoughts were drowning out his common sense. Of course he couldn't save the gypsy. That would not only affect his timeline and destiny, but it would also seriously affect Buffy. And Giles, Xander, Cordelia, Willow, Doyle, Wesley…the list goes on and on, ending with Spike.

"Spike," Angel said aloud.

"Huh?"

"You know I can't…I have to…"

Angel didn't have to form a coherent sentence. Spike knew exactly what he was thinking. "I know, mate. You gotta drain that gypsy." Spike grimaced at his own words. "I didn't mean it like that, I…wait! Bugger!"

Angel frowned. "What?" he asked, slightly bewildered at Spike's frustration.

"Angel…when you eat that girl and the Romany curse you, you'll have two souls!"

Angel didn't respond. The complete obviousness of this simple statement had somehow passed his entire thought-process. Why the hell didn't I think of that? he thought furiously.

"Spike," he said. "We have to get back to our time- now."

Spike nodded. "Yeah, but how're we gonna do that?"

"Well," Angel said slowly. "We have one more day until the girls want to leave. Remember, they decide to stay an extra day, to rest. It's basically up to Wesley and the gang."

Spike raised an eyebrow. "Right. Our gravestones will say: 'here lie Spike and Angel- two vampires who never-' Bloody hell. We won't even have gravestones."

At Wolfram and Hart, present times

Wesley, Fred, Gunn, and Lorne were in Wesley's office, frantically searching for a spell to bring back their Angel and Spike. "Anything?" Gunn asked, looking dejectedly at the huge tome in his lap. Fred sighed. "Nope," she said. Wesley frowned. "I think I'm getting close…" he muttered to no one in particular. Lorne had fallen asleep an hour ago.

Everyone returned to their silent research, expecting the next couple of hours to be incredibly boring and fruitless. They were snapped out of their tired stupor when, simultaneously, Wesley jumped up and shouted "Aha!" and there was an extremely loud explosion from the lobby.

A/N: Sorry for yet another cliffhanger. Also sorry it's really short. It's late at night, like 11:00 or something, and I can't even get my fingers to respond and hit the right keys. I'll upload this, then BED!!! Maybe I should get coffee…