Authors note: Schools out, but I am still in exams. I apolagize for the slow updates, but wish me luck. Thank you Jess (Welcome, you certainly had to read a lot to reach this point, your review today reminded me that I had written a chapter a while ago and forgotten to post it), Melanie, lis, Ka-mia2286, and Nina (you were right about the suppressed memory, of course) and Bera-moon.

Thanks Bera-moon for being a great Beta. Without you, and my faithful reviewers, I would have probably abandoned this story after the first chapter.

Angel POV:

I peaked out from under the pile of baggage, my body stiff from the flight. Ten hours underneath a ton of luggage will do that to anybody, even an immortal.

I disentangled the last Gap bag from my leg, and carefully looked out the hatch, at the dusty dilapidated airport.

Not a man was in sight. "It's safe to come out now," I whispered to Buffy.

"Where are we going?" Buffy asked out of the dark silence that was the cargo hold.

"I don't know. It could be anything, any were." My remark was accompanied by a hopeless sigh.

Buffy dropped down from the shelf were she had been hiding, smelling slightly worst for ware, but still looking like a run way model. Albeit a run way model who had spent a night in the cargo hold of an airplane.

Buffy began giggling, no not giggling, that's not quite the right word for Buffy's low half laugh. Burbled might be, it wasn't the truth but it came much closer.

"What" I said trying to sound indigent and keep my head in the mission at the same time.

"Your hair. . .' Buffy laugh overcame her speech.

"What" I said, as I dropped from the plane to the hardened dirt runway. I was tried it had been a long flight, particularly since our high profile positions kept us from traveling with all the normal people, without being mobbed.

"It's a faux-hawk" Buffy jumped from the plan

"Pardon" I said, sometime my wife slipped into Buffy-speak without even noticing, leaving me slightly bewildered.

"You know, a fake Mohawk"

"Great" I groaned, as I desperately tried to flatten my hair and grab my backpack at the same time. "Just great"

Buffy smiled at my embarrassment then leaned closer for a kiss.

"Hey" a man shouted, and we had to abandon the kiss and run for the jungle.

I ran quickly, Buffy leading the way. Then all of a sudden a memory resurfaced that had been buried for decades, perhaps longer.

A memory of me, of this place, with its thigh lush spider webbed jungles, and silver plain's, engulfed me. This vision, of a life before the one that I remembered, I was running faster. So I increased my speed, passing Buffy, chasing the memory.

The me in my memory turned left so I followed. The jasmine sent of time surrounded me like a cloud.

"No ones after us why are we still running. Where are we going?" Buffy yelled behind me.

"To the temple"

"But… I thought… um... You didn't know were it was" Buffy puffed, trying to shout and keep up with me.

"I didn't," I said gritting my teeth, and running faster "now I do."

"How" Buffy said, her breathing faster now, as she tried to pass me.

"My memory returned"

"All of it" Buffy said stopping, out of shock, I Kept running.

"No Just this, I have done this before, and the run triggered the memory"

"So if you stop running?" Buffy asked, starting to run again, I could here her smaller feet hitting the ground beside me.

"It might stop," I said.

Buffy ran faster.

I could see the temple now, although only in my minds eye. It was four stories high; a pyramid of sorts, made out of gold colored stones. It No words could describe the beauty of it, especially when the sun glinted off its golden stones.

I ran faster, then turned one last time, and found myself staring at the same temple my memory had shown me seconds earlier. Now it was much older.

The bricks were crumbling; some had even been covered with spray paint by a graffiti artist. Buffy stopped behind me,

"Was it always like this honey" Buffy asked; before I could answer her, Ninja's started dropping from the trees.

"Not exactly, dear. Not exactly"

Next Chapter: Liams orgins, Buffy's prophecy, and a ninja fight

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