A/N: Hey! Thanks for all the reviews! On with the story!

Fallen Angel Chapter Two

Angel was walking around his old apartment getting dressed. All he could think about was how much he wanted to shout at Willow. Unfortunately if he went to indulge in that need, he would be shouting at this Willow, who had nothing to do with his predicament. Angel was behind the portable wall when the door opened.

"Angel?" Buffy said tentatively as she entered the apartment.

Angel felt his entire body jerk. He wasn't used to being in the past yet, and Buffy barging in didn't help the situation. Pulling his shirt on, he stepped from behind the wall to face Buffy. "Hey," he said.

She visibly relaxed when she saw him. "Hey," she replied.

Angel didn't know what to say. He had been through everything with Buffy, but here she was in front of him, not knowing what was to happen. He felt his heart break all over again. But maybe I could…avoid it. Tell her about the curse…No! That would be wrong. I don't know what the consequences would be.

Angel was pulled out of his thoughts by Buffy saying, "So, you aren't planning any surprise birthday parties or anything? 'Cause I don't know if…"

Smiling, Angel cut her off. "Of course not. But that doesn't mean is has to be a boring birthday."

Buffy smiled. "Yep. Good 'ol seventeenth birthday," she said. Angel tried to smile. He really did. But, to him Buffy's 17th birthday meant sorrow and loss. Like, the loss of his soul.

"Well, I'm gonna head to school. Don't wanna be late again. Snyde-man is after my tail," Buffy said, turning to leave. Angel knew he shouldn't, but knowing that he could made him want to. He grabbed Buffy by the arm and kissed her. "Hmm," she said. "Maybe I should go to school more often."

Angel just smiled as she left. He knew he could never have her, but that didn't mean that after all this time he didn't still love her. Maybe, just for a few days, I can be with her. Live like that again…God I missed these times.

At the Hyperion, Present times

Angel was sitting in the lobby, staring at everyone, who was staring at him. "Willow, I don't understand. Who are these people?" he asked. He really didn't know why he was at a hotel with Willow and Cordelia, but he didn't know who these other people were. They were starting to freak him out.

Willow looked at Wesley. "Maybe you should leave this to me and Cordy," she said.

Wesley looked at Angel's confused expression. "Certainly," he said, motioning for Gunn and Fred to follow him out of the lobby.

Willow noticed Angel relax after the three left the room. I had forgotten how…shy he was, she thought.

Cordelia stood up. "Okay, are you going to tell me what's going on?" she demanded.

Willow nodded. "Yeah. Well, my spell had…weird results."

Angel frowned. "Weird results?" he asked, looked from Willow to Cordelia.

Cordelia put her hands on her hips. "Results like what?" she asked.

"Our Angel and past Angel switched places," Willow said, looking at Angel to see his reaction.

"I'm in the future?" he asked. Willow nodded. "How far in the future?"

"I'm guessing…four years?" Willow said, not entirely sure when this Angel was from.

Angel stared blankly at the wall for a full minute. "That's…weird," he said.

"Well, now that that's taken care of," Cordelia said. Willow turned to stare at Cordelia.

"What? Just cause Angel's from the past, that doesn't mean we have to pay extra attention to him."

"Where's Buffy?" Angel asked out of nowhere. Both Willow and Cordelia turned to gawk at him. "Why am I with you, and not Buffy?" he asked again.

Cordelia's mouth dropped. "Willow," she said quietly. "What's the last thing he remembers?"
Willow grinned sheepishly. "About that…"

A/N: Sorry it's so short. My muse is on a vacation.