"Connor doesn't trust me." M said. "But if he suddenly starts trusting me the others will be suspicious."

Cordelia sat back against the bed's head board listening to this strange woman from the future.

"You have to convince him that I'm nothing to worry about or give any thought to."

"He can help you." Cordelia said.

"Mother I need them to think I'm on there side." M reached out to touch the swelling stomach. "You have to release Angel's soul. Angelus doesn't accept the wonder that grows with in you. Angel must be restored."

Cordelia looked away, contemplating everything she heard. It did go against the plan.

"Mother, if you only knew, life is so wonderful. No pain, no war amazing love."

"How can it be?"

"Through your child."

Wesley's head popped up as Connor and Gunn entered. He placed a mark in his book and waited for the explanation for the disgruntled looks on their faces.

"She's not here?" Connor asked.

"Who, M?" Wesley said. "Sod it I will never get used referring to someone as a letter. It's like James Bond or Star Trek."

"She took off." Gunn affirmed.

"Well I'm sure she can take care of herself." Wes opened his book. "The priority for the moment is Angel's soul."

"But what if she's off somewhere doing something stupid."

"Mourning sunshine."

"Just who the hell are you?" Angelus groaned.

M was setting cross-legged just an inch or two away from the red line.

"A friend." She smiled.

"I don't need friends."

"I didn't say I was yours."

He chuckled and sat up to match her position.

"I have some ideas but none of the seem to come to the right conclusion." With a sigh he slammed the book shut. "What we need-"

"I think you need a witch."

"Little girl you have no idea," The soulless fiend leaned forward in his cell. "Who you're dealing with."

With a smirk to rival his, M pulled a folded sheet of paper from her pocket. Nimble fingers pulled the folds open and she looked over it as if she was reading a newspaper.

"Oh I don't know I think I have a pretty good idea."

"Willow!" Wes exclaimed.

"She's a witch?" Connor asked.

"Yes and you must be Angel's handsome, yet androgynous son. So?" Willow asked. "Where is our victim in question?"

"He's in a cage." Connor said, "Where he belongs."

"Unconscious." Wesley flipped on the monitor. "We built it-"

"-girls like you." Angelus' voice came over the speaker.

"I suppose that's meant to scare me?" The slayer countered.

"I'm legendary."

"I'm not Lilah." She snorted. "I'm not impressed by evil. Ooo you're mean. So what? So are allot of people, you're not special. Sure you're bad but that's it."

"You won't be saying that when..."

"Oh give me a break. You have two emotions: glee and anger. You are a flat panel cartoon. At least Angel has you to make him interesting. You, I look at you and see the two dimensional cell. And the kicker, when I put on my monster vision red-and-blue glasses, Nothing changes. You bore me."

"Who is that?" Willow asked.

"Slayer from the future." Connor said

"How did-" Willow began but was cut off by Wesley.

"We're not allowed to ask."

Not one of them looked away from the monitor. That was the moment Faith returned to the lobby.

"What's she doing?" She asked.

Lying back, Angelus crossed his arms behind his head. M stayed silent, waiting.

"Well." She finally spoke. "Don't want to have a conversation? Don't you want to hear yourself talk?"

"Like I said." He supported his head on one hand. "Clean innocent little girls like you, just a snack. I could drive you to the point of suicide before I have you screaming for hours."

"Does that turn you on?" She leaned down to his eye level. "Do you want to do to me what you did to Dru?"

Slowly she sat back up, and as if looking in a mirror he sat up with her following her movement.

"Convince me I'm evil." She continued. "Drive me insane; kill off my family one by one. Rape me in a convent then turn me into a demon."

"For starters."

"I'm naming the stars." M said mimicking the middle class British dialect that Drusilla spouted. The slayer stood up and fluidly moved swinging her hips. "I'm a princess. Miss Edith tattles on you Daddy, she knows you've been naughty and UGH!" M flumped back down in front of the bars. "I know you're an artist of head games, but was it worth listening to THAT, for eternity? There's no excuse for being all crazy anymore. Oh daddy drove me insane. You think she would have eaten one person on prosac."

"Who's Dru?" Connor asked.

"I suppose she means Drusilla." Willow commented. "She sure sounds like her."

"Angel's childe." Wesley added.

"Don't you think it's funny?" M paced back and forth in front of the cage. "That Dru is the only one left, in the Order of Aurilius, that is still evil? The only one who made a decent human."

Angelus sat on the floor; a funny little smile played at his lips. He had no idea who this girl was, she knew or seemed to know everything about him. Oh well she'd be dead soon as he could get out of this place.

"First there's you. You don't exist. And of course dear William. Evil for the fun of it, but not any more. And why is he fighting the good fight with the Scoobies? Beep beep beep BUZZZZZ TIMES UP." She slapped the bars of the cage and backed away just as quickly. "BUFFY! Ooo he fell in love."

Angelus scow deepened.

"She does that to people, even Angel. He may not have been evil for eighty plus years, but he made no real attempted to be good. That is until a lollipop licking, short skirted cheerleader walked down the steps of Hemery High." She couldn't help but smile at the angry lines in his head. She leaned in close and spoke quietly. "If it makes you feel better he tried to rape her." She then stood, resumed walking and spoke in her normal voice. "I mean she's the only one he lost his soul for. Every other time need a Shaman or, hee hee drugs. Even Darla, Speaking of-"

"You think all that's in the history books?" Willow asked.

"Do you keep diaries?"

Several sets of eyebrows lifted at the thought.

"How did that all go? She didn't want to have her baby..."

Connor was now listen closely to M's voice.

"Because she KNEW that she wouldn't love him with out a soul. That makes my heart ache how about your's?"

"I'm tearing up as you speak." The vampire sneered.

"Well then I'll continue." M said. "Her baby was dying. What's a mother to do? Our baby is going to die in an alley. You died in a alley remember? This baby was the one good thing we did together, the only good thing. You be sure and tell him that. OUCH! And the dust flew and the rain fell and all that was left was a crying naked little mogley of a boy."

Her back was to the cage at this time, and she spun around a banged her arms against the bars.

"BUT HE NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO TELL HIM!" She took a moment to calm down. "Did he?"

Connor visibly startled when she hit the cage, drew the eyes of those around him.

"I should check on Cordy." And he was up the stairs in seconds.

They all turned back to the screen but now the conversation was to quiet for them to understand.

"Bet you're hungry." M said from across the room. "I've been told I have sweet blood, I think it's cause I have this blood abnormality with to many red cells." She pulled a pin out of her color and pricked her finger. "Here taste."

Angelus came close to the bars as M crossed the red line.

"Stick out your tongue." She said smoothly. The pick muscle emerged from his slightly open mouth. "You want to know a secret?" She placed the wounded digit on his tongue, and dropped her voice even lower. "That's not Cordelia and I'm going to have to kill her."

What happened next went rather quickly for the on-lookers upstairs to keep up.

Angelus' arms shot through the bars and around M. She made a bite motion and spit in his face. He pulled back clutching his face screaming.

"You BITCH!"

"If I had a nickel for every time a vampire in a cage called me a bitch." She made her way up the basement stairs. "I'd have a nickel. Who would be so stupid as to get themselves locked in the same cage the had JUST escaped."

"I think I'm starting to like her." Faith said.