A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I just didn't have time or inspiration over the break. Now that it's Friday, however…I think this may be the Last Chapter. I don't know. We'll see. It depends on how much feedback I get (hint hint).
PS- I don't own Angel, or Star Wars. :)
"Drusilla!" Angel called, walking through the small town they were in. Spike had interrupted him right before he told Darla what was going on. Which is a good thing, I guess.
Now they were all three outside, searching for her. Angel didn't, and probably wouldn't, tell Spike that he figured Dru just saw a bird or something, and ran after it. It's not like she's never done it before…
Spike came running up. "Anything?" he asked. Angel shook his head. "No," he said, looking around for Darla.
Seeing where Angel was looking Spike said, "I think she went to the woods."
"She'll come back on her own, then." Angel said, headed back toward the place they were staying. It occurred to Angel that Spike was seriously concerned about Drusilla. After all, this hadn't happened in the past that Angel remembered. What Angel could figure was that since he and Spike were of the future, and not in their proper timelines, their very presence was breaking up their old timelines. God, I sound like Wesley…
At Wolfram and Hart…"Where is your boss now?" Wesley asked Leonard as they headed back to the main lobby.
Leonard shrugged. "I don't know. I think the last he told me, he was attempting time travel."
Wesley paused. "Time travel? Did he say to when?"
Leonard shrugged again. "He said something about 1898."
"Yes, of course…" Wesley muttered. "That's the year the gypsies cursed him…"
Leonard raised his eyebrows. "Uh, okay."
Wesley turned around and ran towards Fred's lab.
"Fred!" he said, bursting in the door.
Fred looked up from a book she had brought to the lab. "Wesley, hi. Did you interrogate the-"
"No time, Fred. I've figured out when Angel and Spike are."
Fred smiled. "Good, so what do-"
"No time. We have to perform the spell. Now."
Noticing Wesley's slightly panicked tone, Fred didn't argue or interrupt again.
Wesley, Fred, and Leonard (who hadn't run away from Wesley) went to the holding cell where Lorne and Gunn had taken Angelus and Spike.
As the three of them burst in the door, Gunn was sitting on Angelus and yelling at Lorne to get up and help him. Spike was already in a cell and was very amused by the struggle.
Angelus got his feet under Gunn and kicked; Gunn went flying into Leonard who had been subtly trying to escape.
"Ahh!"
Fred grabbed a bat that was leaning up against the wall and rushed forward.
Angelus didn't even try to move. He just waited for Fred to reach him, then grabbed the bat and twisted her arm painfully behind her back.
"Let her go," Wesley commanded Angelus.
Angelus laughed. "Or you'll do what?"
Wesley calmly walked over to the "warden's" desk and pulled a crossbow from behind it. He then proceeded to walk over to Spike and point the arrow directly at his heart.
A tiny flicker crossed Angelus' face, then nothing. "And that's supposed to mean something to me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in Spike's direction.
Wesley was nonplussed. "If I were to kill him now, then he would cease to exist in your past, present, and future."
Angelus took a moment to consider this. "You're bluffing."
"Try me."
Silence. No one in the room even breathed. After a few more moments Spike said, "Angelus?"
"Here's the deal," Angelus said. "I let her go, you let us go. We go somewhere else and become someone else's problem."
Wesley glanced at Gunn and Lorne. "All right," he said, slightly nodding at Gunn.
Angelus let go of Fred and shoved her at Wesley, who dropped the crossbow to catch her. Spike grabbed the bow from mid-air and used the bolt to pick the lock on his cell. Angelus backhanded Gunn and ran past Lorne.
The two were three feet from the door when Leonard stuck his foot out and tripped them.
Seizing the momentary bravery of their captive, Gunn and Wesley sprung forward and sat on Spike and Angelus.
Three minutes later Fred returned with two syringes full of sedative.
Wesley got off of Spike to grab rope, and they dragged the two unconscious vampires up to his office.
"Just put them up against the wall," Wesley commanded, immediately heading towards his stack of recently searched-through books.
"Ah, Fred? Could you get some candles and an object of Spike's and Angel's? Thanks."
When Fred returned with the items Wesley had requested, Wesley took them from her and started to set them up in a circle.
"No, no, no Fred, that is supposed to be facing west, not east."
When everything was set up according to Wesley's standards, he sighed. "Alright. Fred, could you get the book…?"
Fred handed him the book.
Wesley opened to the page that would bring Angel and Spike back to the right time, while sending Angelus and the other Spike back to their time.
He opened his mouth to begin the chant, and then closed it once he glanced around the room. "Where's Leonard?"
"Master, they're about to attempt the returning spell."
"You mussst not let them ssssucceed."
"Yes sir." Leonard nodded to his boss' image. Somehow the hissing demon was projecting his image to Leonard from the past. "Kinda like Star Wars, only…not."
In the past…Angel and Spike had waited for Darla for an hour when they started to get worried.
"Angel…"
"I know. Let's go find them."
The two vampires headed outside and towards the woods. Angel hoped Darla was okay, because she played an important role in events to come. Also, I'm worried about her for other reasons…
As they entered the woods, Angel got a terrible feeling.
"Spike," he said. "I think we should be prepared to-"
A demon jumped out of a nearby tree and landed full-force on Spike.
"Ah!"
Angel jumped forward and started punching the demon. It leapt off of Spike and instead faced Angel.
"Who are you?" Angel growled, prepared to let into this demon. He'd had a long few days.
"I work for a demon named Sssslaasssor," the attacking demon said gruffly.
"Say again?" Spike said, blinking slightly.
"Sssslaasssor," the demon repeated.
When Spike showed no response, the demon let out a battle cry and once again hurled itself at him.
Ten minutes later, the demon was leading Angel and Spike to his master's hideout.
It was a cave deep in the forest. "I suspect he has Darla and Dru there also," Angel said aloud. "Yeah," Spike said, nodding in agreement.
As they approached the cave's entrance, they could see torches burning inside.
The demon tried to make them go in first, but he obviously thought that they were as stupid as most vampires. "I don't think so," Angel said, snapping the thing's neck.
Spike and Angel made their way deeper into the cave, keeping an eye out for the girls, or the demon named "Sssslaasssor".
They heard some growling and a strange moaning noise. Spike quickened his pace and rushed ahead.
"If he's hurt her…" he mumbled.
Angel followed, and found himself facing a huge room that had to be at least 20 feet tall and at least 50 feet across.
In the center was a throne, on which was sitting a robed demon. Off to the right side Darla and Drusilla were chained to the wall. Drusilla turned out to be the source of the moaning, but Angel could see that maniacal glint in her eyes. She enjoyed this.
Darla, however, looked thoroughly pissed.
She looked over and saw Angel. "Angelus! It's about time."
Angel rolled his eyes. "You get them down and I'll take care of hissing guy."
Spike nodded.
"Hello, Angelusss," the demon called Sssslaasssor said.
"Hello, whatever-your-name-is."
Angel heard the clank of the chains falling behind him. "Spike," he said loudly. "Toss me one o' those chains."
Spike obliged, wanting desperately to be back in his own time. Angel caught the chain and started to whirl is around his head, kind of like a lasso.
Sssslaasssor laughed, which, not surprisingly, sounded like a hiss.
"You think you can kill me with sss-that measssly-"
Angel let go.
Sssslaasssor's head flew all the way to the peak of the ceiling while his body slumped in the throne.
When the head landed fifteen feet away from the body, a bright light flashed.
Wolfram and Hart"I'll go look-" Gunn said.
"No, no. We don't have time," Wesley interrupted. He was extremely worried that they wouldn't complete the spell in time to prevent a possible catastrophe involving the placement of Angel's soul.
"Wesley?" Fred asked.
"What?""Why are you in such a hurry?"
Wesley looked up. "If we don't get Angel and Spike back in our time, now, then Angel will have to go through the entire ordeal with the Romanian gypsies."
Fred's mouth formed an "o".
Wesley was halfway through the spell when there was a flash that knocked everyone on their faces, whether they were standing up or not.
Wesley looked over to where Spike and Angelus had been. They were gone, but the ropes and tape were in a pile on the floor where they had been.
"Where'd they go?" Gunn asked.
Fred, Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne were all searching Wolfram and Hart for the missing vampires, but couldn't find them anywhere. "This is not good," Wesley muttered.
Angel and Spike found themselves in the Hyperion Hotel. "Bloody hell," Spike said. "What happened?"
"I think that killing Sssslaasssor somehow sent us back to our own time," Angel said, looking around the hotel. "Don't know why we're here though."
"Well, I don't care. Let's just get back to W and H." Spike said, walking toward the main doors.
Angel raised an eyebrow, but followed silently.
Wesley and the gang had gotten to the entrance for the third time. "Any luck, Wesley-kins?" Lorne asked.
"None. Any of you?"'
Gunn was going to give a sarcastic comment when the doors opened dramatically. Angel walked in, coat billowing behind him. Spike passed him and shut the fan off. "That was just…wrong."
"Well, I don't know how you two escaped, but if you come willingly this time, maybe we won't stake you."
"Wesley, if you stake me I'm gonna have to fire you," Angel said, somehow keeping his serious look.
"Angel!" Fred squealed. "You're okay!"
Everyone rushed forward to ask about what had happened, and also to tell Angel how happy they were to see him.
Fred turned to Spike. "Spike! You're okay too!"
"Yep. Takes more'n time travel and some weird demon to do me in. 'Spect it's cause I'm just so scary."
"Okay, sure." Fred said, slightly disturbed by Spike's weirdness.
"Spike," Angel said, entering the office he had given his "rival".
Spike looked up from touching up his fingernail polish.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," Spike scoffed. "Why wouldn't I be, Peaches?"
Angel shrugged. "You seemed…upset."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "When?"
Angel sat on the tiny desk. "When Dru was kidnapped."
"Oh, that." Spike took his feet off the desk. "It was just all the old memories, y'know?"
Angel nodded, and Spike continued. "That, and old feelings."
"I know. You have no idea how close I was to telling Darla everything."
Angel walked back to the door and put his hand on the doorknob.
He turned around. "Hey, Spike? About old feelings-"
"Yeah?" Spike had gone back to his nails.
Angel stared at him. "Nothing. Nothing."
THE END
A/N: Woo! It's finished! Did you catch the hint at the end? Huh? Oh well. Even if you didn't, was it a good ending? PLEASE review! If you have any questions, e-mail me at: