"Calm down, you haven't heard it all." Lorne said, after a long moment of silence. Angel looked almost insane as he sat there against the wall, covered in bits of drywall. His eyes slowly moved to gaze at Lorne.

"Finish."

"Seeing her whole past, well, let me say, she is older then 24 years. She was in that-that void for who knows how long. To us, some months, but to her, it felt like an eternity. I'm not talking hundreds Cupcake, I'm talking millions."

Angel let a sob come out from his mouth, causing Lorne to jump at stare at his boss, who was almost in tears. Angel put his hands to his face and took a long breath, trying to relax. With his face still covered he muttered, "Continue."

"So not only is she millions of years old, but-but her mind… it is so powerful, she can manipulate with her mind… It's hard to explain, but when she was dropped in the hell dimension, a demon came after her, I'm talking like the Beast, and she was so freaked out and frightened, but once the demon touched her she screamed… and the demon… it… well, it…"

"What? What did she do to the demon Lorne?" Angel cried out angrily, causing Lorne to stare down at him, he was having trouble trying to explain this, he was having trouble retaining all this new knowledge, and it was beginning to hurt.

"She gave it a shot of pure emotion! Her fear somehow transferred to the demon, and it died right there. Died from fear! Cupcake, she gave a homicidal demon fear, and so much of it, it died. Think of what else she would be able to do."

Angel stood up and walked from the room, slamming the door so hard, the hinges fell off and crashed to the ground. He stepped over to Harmony, his fists clenched tightly. "Give me the phone."

Harmony quickly set the phone on the desk and handed him the receiver, stepped away from him slowly, not wanting to be in the line of fire. He dialed a number and waited as it rung.

"H-Hello?" The voice asked, rather sleepily.

"Willow."

"Angel?" Her voice perked up slightly and he heard her sifting in the background. "What's going on? You sound angry, what has happened?"

"When was the last time you heard from Buffy? She showed up in Wolfram and Hart, I need you down here now, and we need some spells."

"Buffy? She's hurt? I haven't heard from her in a while, we spoke in Rome… it must've been a few months… I will be there as soon as possible Angel, forget flying. I will do a spell, please tell me she is okay." Willow started to rant, worried, hearing about Buffy. All she heard was silence on the phone and swallowed, trying to hold back tears with the thought of her best friend. "I'm coming."

Angel hung up the phone and stared at it a moment. Willow would do anything to find out what had happened to Buffy, and Willow was just what Angel needed. Angel rubbed his temples with his fingers, growling under the frustration and altogether horror of the day.

"Angel." Angel heard a voice and turned around, seeing Buffy. His eyes widened slightly as Buffy stared back at him. She looked so much like the Buffy he loved he almost forgot the millions years she had spent in the empty void. He smiled his common nervous smile, relieved she at least remembered his name.

"Peaches, the Slayer here gave quite a show, I think we underestimated the magic she controls." Spike said, coming up behind Buffy. Angel could smell faint traces of Spike on Buffy and he reminded himself Spike was cleaning Buffy, he wouldn't dare touch her in her condition… if he comes close to her again I am killing Spike.

"We know. Lorne told me the story, I called Willow-" Angel was cut off by Buffy, who looked between the two vampires as they spoke. She then walked over to

Angel, reaching her hand over to his hair. Angel froze, watching Buffy cautiously.

Purple sparks began to fly from her hand as it touched Angel's head. He cried out as her hand seemed to disappear in his head. Angel's whole body froze; there was no movement at all. Spike ran for Buffy, to stop her when she took her hand out.

Angel dropped to the ground as Spike ran over to Buffy, gripping her shoulders. Her eyes widened, and Spike saw they changed to purple colored. She didn't know what she had done wrong as she whimpered slightly. "What did you do Buffy!" Spike cried out, shaking her, his eyes going down to look at Angel, who was passed out on the floor.

"I copied the language you spoke, so I could understand. I remembered only bits and pieces, so I copied the language so I could speak like Angel and you do." Her eye color faded back into their natural color and Spike slowly released his grip on Buffy and knelt down to Angel.

"Peaches, you okay? Come on, get up." Spike said, nudging him slightly with his hands. Angel's body moved and his face scrunched up, obviously still in pain as Angel's eyes opened and he looked up at Spike. He slowly sat up, looking up at Buffy who stared down at him.

"Was I just violated?" Angel asked, looking up at them two. He felt his head as memories he had long forgotten resurfaced. She stirred up my mind… He groaned and stood up slowly, trying hard not to fall back down.