A/N: Wow…ten reviews for my first chapter! Thanks, you guys! I have one to thing to ask you, my loyal readers. Why didn't anyone comment on the acid-spitting gnomes? I was totally cracking up as I wrote that. By the way, the idea was from a dream my friend had, about her Maths teacher being the Queen of acid-spitting gnomes… Thought you guys might wanna know the requirements, so you know what to expect.

Requirements:

Gunn doing ballet.

Faith bonding with Cordelia and Fred.

The fairy tale must be either Ella Enchanted, Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty.

All characters must have relatively non-evil roles.

Angel saying 'I'm still alive. Hey, I am alive!'

Cordy/Angel, Fred/Gunn, Faith/ Wes pairings by the end of the story.

Bonus:

BtVS characters making an appearance.

Never-evil Faith

Chapter 2

Faith

Faith picked herself up from where the wind had dropped her, brushing the grass off her dress and examining her-

Wait. What the heck…?

She looked down and her eyes grew wide in horror. She, Faith, the rogue Slayer known for her trademark tight leather pants and tight shirts, was wearing a dress! And not the ball gown, dressy type of dress either. It was a plain brown dress that brushed her ankles, with patchwork pieces of cloth mended over holes that was the result of labour. Her jaw dropped, and she closed her eyes, re-opening them to the same sight.

"This is not happening," Faith muttered as she began walking around, feeling and hearing the soft sound of something crinkling in her dress. She stopped and slipped her hand into one of the few pockets that she had, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. She raised an eyebrow, reading it out.

"Huh. And what the heck am I supposed to do with this?"

She realized that her soft brown hair had stopped falling into her face, and she reached up and pulled a piece of cloth off. She looked at it with disgust, repeating her previous prayer, so to speak.

Faith threw the cloth down on the ground and moved on, spotting a bustling marketplace up ahead and making that her destination.


Fred and Cordelia

Fred stood up, rubbing her head. "Ow…" She looked around, trying to find everybody, then realized where she was. In a busy marketplace, surrounded by people. It looked seriously medieval. "Uh, Cordelia? Faith? Anyone?" she called out, scared.

"Fred? Is that you?" came a familiar voice from behind a stall. The stall owner looked down, surprised, then frowned, shooing the person out. A dark head popped up behind the stall as Cordelia stood up, brushing the dirt off her.

"You missed a spot," Fred informed her, pointing to her cheek, where a smear of brown indicated that she'd been frolicking on the ground.

She waved it off. "You look great." Looking down at herself, the fashionista's eyebrows rose. "I look great."

Fred look down and found herself wearing a pale blue dress, one that flowed down to her ankles. She felt her jaw go slack. "Wow," she whispered. She raised a hand to her hair and found part of it braided back, the rest hanging loose around her shoulders.

Cordelia, on the other hand, was dressed in a forest green dress, her short blonde hair brown again.

"Wow is right. Now, if we could just figure out where we are," Cordelia said.

"And where everyone else is," Fred added. Cordelia nodded.

"Yeah?" Cordelia asked.

"Yeah, what?" came Fred's confused reply.

"You called me, so I said 'what?'"

Fred frowned. "I didn't call you."

"Winifred! Cordelia!"

The two girls turned, hearing their names. Cordelia arched an eyebrow.

"Who's that?" she whispered to her companion, indicating the plump woman who was fighting her way through the crowd to them. Her light brown hair was piled up on top of her head, strands slipping loose.

"There you are!" she said, her voice screechy and nasal.

"Um, sorry, but…who are you?" Cordelia asked, echoing the question that drifted through Fred's mind.

The woman frowned and reached a hand out to Cordelia's forehead. "Darling, are you alright? I'm your mother."

Cordelia moved her hand away. "Excuse us for a minute...uh, Mom," she said, a little hesitant, pulling Fred away.

"She's our mother?" Fred exclaimed.

"Yeah, I can't believe it either," Cordelia responded, glancing over at the woman and giving her a forced smile. "Where the heck are we?"

The woman bustled over. "We haven't got much time to spare, my dears." Looking around, she said, "Now where is that good-for-nothing stepsister of yours?"

"Who?" Cordelia and Fred chorused.

The woman-Mother, as Fred started thinking of her-turned around. "Why, Faith, of course! Remind me never to send her along with the errands. That girl never comes back on time. Come along, now."

With that, Mother moved on, carrying her skirts. Exchanging a look with Fred, Cordelia said, "Well, at least we know where Faith is. Now we just need to find the guys…" Fred nodded, and the two girls set off behind Mother.


Angel and Wesley

Wesley opened his eyes, groaning a little. There was something soft below him, and he opened his eyes, finding himself on a soft four-poster bed, surrounded by satin sheets. He sat up, looking around, a frown on his face.

"Angel?" He stood up, spotting the vampire in a dark corner, looking out one of the windows as far as the sunlight would allow him. Angel turned, stifling a laugh as he saw what the former Watcher was dressed in. Wesley raised an eyebrow, looking down. He felt his face heat up as he found himself wearing blue puffy pants and a bluish kind of tunic thing with puffy sleeves.

"You're not looking too good yourself," Wesley retorted.

Angel looked down at himself. If his heart could still beat he'd probably be blushing right about now. He shrugged.

"I've seen this on people before. Not exactly me, but still…" Angel trailed off. "So where do you think we are?"

Wesley gave the vampire a slightly annoyed look. "What makes you think I would know?"

Another shrug. "Because you know pretty much everything?"

Wesley was uncertain whether to take that as a compliment. "Thank you…I think?"

Angel smirked and went over to the window, making sure he stuck to the shadows. "So, judging from the surroundings, where are we?"

The ex-Watcher joined Angel. "Judging from the surrounding and the clothes you and I are wearing, I'd have to say that we are in some medieval place. I think my spell went wrong."

This earned him a look from Angel. "Gee, you think?"

A/N: That's all for now! Wait, you say. Where's Gunn? Well, Gunn's going to be a surprise! Try and guess what he is before the next chapter's up. Review! Oh, and please keep flaming to a minimum…This means you, irritating anonymous person who trashed me, my name and my story!