Disclaimer: I own nothing. This story takes place post-series finale, in a weird, happy world where the good guys win and no one dies. Oh yes, and Fred magically becomes herself again. Just go with it. :)

It was an average Monday morning at Wolfram & Hart for Angel and the rest of the team. They all sat around a table in the conference room next to Angel's office, bored out of their minds. Angel twirled a pencil between his fingers as the clock on the wall ticked noisily. Finally, he spoke.

"So what's the problem?" Angel asked, "Demons? Necromancers? Soul-sucking puppets?"

Silence.

"Come on, people, there's got to be something."

More silence, accompanied by shrugs and apologetic looks.

Angel sighed. There had been strangely little trouble since the latest apocalyptic near miss, causing him to wonder if they had scared the bad guys off permanently.

"Anyone know a good joke?" Angel asked desperately.

"I've got one," said Spike. "So a guy walks into a bar- or maybe it was a demon..." He thought for a moment. "Oh right, it was a vampire, a nun, and an Irish guy-"

"Anyone else?" Angel interrupted him.

Spike looked indignant but took the hint, and the room lapsed into silence once again. The ticking clock seemed louder than ever.

"Knock-knock," Fred ventured. Everyone looked at her with bored expressions, but no one responded.

"Fine," said Spike, "I'll bite. Who's bloody there?"

"Um..." Fred thought for a moment, then sank back in her chair. "I guess I don't really remember the joke." Suddenly she burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Spike wondered.

"You- ha ha," Fred attempted to explain between fits of laughter. "Because- hee hee- 'I'll bite'- ha ha -and you're a-" She saw the deadpan expressions on everyone else's faces and instantly stopped laughing. "Sorry."

There was a knock on the door, which instantly became the focus of everyone's attention.

"Looks like someone took the 'knock-knock' joke concept literally," said Gunn. Everyone groaned and rolled their eyes.

The door opened and Harmony stepped in. "Um, Angel?" she said timidly. "There's someone here to see you."

"Is it something big, evil, and ugly?" asked Angel.

"Not exactly," said Harmony.

There were sighs of disappointment all around the table.

"Send them in," Angel said resignedly.

Harmony opened the door wider, revealing two rather dazed-looking teenage boys. There was a long pause before one of them spoke.

"Just wait till Dumbledore hears about this."

"Who bloody cares about Dumbledore?" the other one scoffed. "I want to go home!"

Everyone else in the room looked at him in shock.

"I didn't know you had a son, Spike!" said Fred.

"What!" said Spike in surprise.

"I, for one, was under the impression that vampires were unable to reproduce," Wesley said.

"We are," Spike argued. "Well, except for Angel that one time… And just because the bloke looks like me doesn't-"

"And talks like you," added Fred.

"And acts like you," Gunn said.

"Whatever," said Spike. "The point is-"

"Shut up, Spike," Angel growled. "Now, would someone please explain this?"

"Sure, boss," Harmony spoke up. "I was just sitting at my desk this morning, minding my own business, when all of the sudden these two showed up in the lobby."

"And by 'showed up', you mean they..."

"Appeared out of nowhere?" Harmony finished. "Yeah."

"Thank you, Harmony," Angel dismissed her.

Harmony, who had expected to be invited to stay, looked disappointed. "Whatever," she said, reluctantly returning to her desk.

Angel turned his attention towards his unexpected visitors. "And you are...?"

"Harry, sir," said the black-haired one. "Harry Potter. And this is-"

"None of your business!" the blond one snarled.

"-Draco Malfoy," Harry finished.

"What do you want?" asked Angel.

Before Harry had a chance to respond, Draco spoke up. "You're a vampire, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Angel said. "So?"

"I'm getting out of here," Draco told Harry. "No use wasting my time talking to a bunch of vampires. They're no better than muggles." He turned towards the door.

"Wait," said Angel. "We can't just let you walk out without getting to the bottom of this."

Draco stayed put, with a little encouragement from Harry's wand prodding him in the back.

"What exactly is a 'muggle'?" Wesley wondered.

"It's just someone who isn't magical," Harry explained.

" Wait, isn't magical?" Gunn repeated. "Are you saying that both of you are..."

"Wizards," Harry finished, "and in need of some help at the moment. We seem to be a bit lost."


Um, you may have noticed that it's not a very realistic situation, but it's not a very serious story, so I'm not so much worried about that. I would like to know what you think of it, so please review! Thanks! -Luna