Author's Note: I'm so terribly sorry about this long wait! If I make it extra long will you forgive me? It's just that I've had absolutely NO inspiration for this story. But, here I go! Enjoy!

Sunnydale, 1998…

Angel was on the brink of running outside to see what was taking Buffy so long when she came through the door, panting slightly. "Sorry….I'm….so….late," she panted.

He raised an eyebrow. "Run into trouble?" he asked.

Flopping down on Angel's bed she replied, "Yeah, trouble spelled 'Giles'."

Angel waited for her to continue.

"He wanted me to stay and train some more, but I told him that I was 'busy with something social'".

Angel smiled. "Well, it's not technically a lie, anyway," he said jokingly. Buffy returned the smile. "Yeah," she said.

After a minute or so of enjoying the happy moment Angel's face suddenly turned serious, as did his tone of voice. "Buffy, there's something I need to tell you."

Sunnydale, present times…

"Angel, what is it?" Buffy asked after she, Dawn, Angel, and Xander had sat down in the living room.

Angel took a deep breath even though he didn't really need one. "I woke up in this strange hotel, and the only people I recognized were Willow and Cordelia, but they were acting funny, and Willow cut her hair, and there was some strange guy named Wesley, and I don't know who he was, but some kid tried to mug me, not like I couldn't have taken him, but he was creepy, and I was so confused, so I came back home."

Everyone stared. "Wow," Xander said. "I think that's the most I've ever heard you say at once."

Buffy blinked. "Angel, what are you saying?" she asked.

"I think someone did something to me," he replied. "The last thing I remember is that you were saying goodbye to that other Slayer, Kendra. Then I woke up in some hotel in L.A."

No one made a sound. It was so quiet that they could hear water dripping in the basement.

"What do you mean?" Buffy asked again.

Angel looked like he wanted to cry. "Buffy," he said. "I don't know what's going on. I just know what I told you. And who the hell is Wesley?"

The Hyperion Hotel, present times

Connor went to the hotel, since they would know what was going on with Angel.

He opened the doors and looked around. Cordelia and some redhead were getting their coats and looked like they were going to leave. Connor couldn't see Wesley, but he knew that he was in the office looking through books. Gunn and Fred were no where to be seen.

"Hey," he said.

Cordelia and the redhead stopped. "Connor, hi," Cordelia said, giving a 'oh no not now' look to the redhead.

"Connor…" Willow said, confused for a second. Then it hit her. "Oh! He's Angel's….oh."

Connor stared at Willow. "Who are you?" he asked coldly.

"Oh, I'm Willow. I'm part of Buffy's gang," she said, ignoring the boy's cold tone.

By the time Willow was finished with her sentence Connor had turned his attention to Cordelia.

"What's wrong with Angelus?" he asked.

Willow frowned. "It's Angel."

Connor just stared at her.

"Ahem," Cordelia said. "He's not himself right now, well, yes he is, but he's a different self so…" She trailed off, knowing how crazy she just sounded.

Connor stared blankly at her.

Willow cleared her throat. "What Cordy means to say is, a spell I did went wrong and it replaced the Angel from 1998 with the Angel from now," she said.

Willow had expected Connor to understand and be happy that she could explain it, but all he said was, "Are you a demon?"

Willow looked flabbergasted. "Ex-excuse me?" she said.

"You said you did a spell. Are you a demon?" The whole time Connor's face was emotionless.

"No, I'm a witch," Willow said.

Connor shrugged. "Whatever." With that, he turned around and was gone.

"Nice kid, huh?" Cordelia said.

Willow stared at her.

Sunnydale, present times…

Xander and Dawn were in the kitchen, calling Willow. Dawn was upset that she had been kicked out of the living room. "Why do I have to help you call Willow? It's not like you can't push buttons," she said angrily.

Xander held his hand up. "That has yet to be proven," he said.

Dawn rolled her eyes.

Buffy was sitting with Angel in the living room, thoughts and memories swimming in her head. If he's telling the truth, the he doesn't know any of the stuff he's put me through…

"Angel, I don't know what to say," she said. When he just sat there, staring at her, she realized how quiet and withdrawn he used to be. Like a sad, lost puppy…

After thinking that Buffy shuddered, having reminded herself of Drusilla.

"Buffy, I don't know what's going on," he finally said.

"Well," she started, "apparently you've been sent to the future."

"Everything's so different," Angel said, looking quite sad. "You seem different."

Buffy looked at her hands. "I am different, Angel. We're different. So many things have happened that you don't know about."

Angel was reluctant to ask, and he knew Buffy might not answer, but he did anyway.

"What has happened?"

Buffy froze. She was dreading him asking that. She couldn't decide if it would change too much, to tell him what went on in their relationship.

On the one hand, we could avoid all of the bad stuff because he would know about it when he goes back, she thought. But on the other hand, it could change too much. Maybe if he stayed here in this time, I could have the old Angel back, before I had to kill him…

At this thought, Buffy began to get nostalgic. She didn't realize how much she missed the old days, back when she and the gang were in high school.

Maybe I should just tell him…

A/N: Sorry about the semi-cliffhanger. I'm experiencing major Writer's Block. I'm also sorry about the length. Next chapter will be longer, I promise! But, it will most likely be a while before I get it up. Thank you all who review and have been waiting for this! It means so much to me.

Here is a definition for nostalgia: a bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past.