Summary: It's Tabula Rasa, Angel style! A demon from Angel's past temporarily erases the memory of the Angel team so that he can find a way to kill Angel, without him knowing who he really was.
WARNING: low level coarse language (just to be sure)
A/N: For the readers who want Fred to come back, in this chapter she returns!
Chapter Five: Surprise'Hey! You're on fire, man!' Gunn shouted.
'Ahh! You think I haven't bloody noticed that?' Spike shot back angrily as he ran around in circles trying to get out of the sun.
'How?' Angel asked.
'I don't know, he just suddenly burst into flames.'
'I'm a bleedin' vampire you ninny!' Spike screamed as he began rolling around on the floor.
'A vampire!' Angel cried in horror. 'So it's not just me!' Everyone looked at Angel in disbelief.
'Excuse me?' Gunn asked, his eyes widening.
'Well, I've been beginning to remember things. And one of the things was that I'm a vampire. But so is he.' Angel pointed to Spike.
'A little help here please!' Spike called, still rolling around. The flames were starting to go out and Spike's duster was in tatters on the ground next to him.
Angel hurried over, leaving Gunn and Wesley standing, watching, speechless. He began patting Spike's clothes to put out the flames. Finally, when Spike wasn't on fire anymore, Angel stood back up and stepped away.
'Spike?' He asked.
'Yeah, what?' Spike froze. 'Hey, that's my name.'
'Okay, would somebody like to explain the situation to me here just so I'm clear?' Gunn asked.
'Well, it appears that there are two vampires in the room.' Wesley informed Gunn. 'As far as I know, vampires are dangerous beings. These two seem harmless.'
'Harmless?' Spike protested. 'I'll show you bloody harmless!' He jumped to his feet and quickly dusted himself off. He made a move for Gunn, but felt a hand grab him by the shoulder from behind.
'Spike, don't do that.' Angel said. 'Please.'
'Please? Please what? Be a ponce like you? Pft! I think not, you wanker!' Spike angrily shot at Angel.
'Why are you being like this?' Angel asked Spike. 'From what I can remember of you, you were always like this. Why?'
'I don't know, but how come you know so much about me?' Spike froze on the spot. He stood, facing Angel with his eyes wide and his mouth curled slightly.
'What is it?' Wesley asked when he saw that Spike hadn't moved.
'Drusilla. Darla. Buffy. Fred. The girls of our life, what happened to us?' He was genuinely afraid of himself upon the realisation of who he was.
'We got souls.' Angel filled in the blank, a piece of memory he had just gotten back.
'We were terrible, horrible beasts back in the day. Why is it any different now?' Spike asked.
'Our souls make us more human Spike, don't you remember? We fought over the fact that we both had souls. It was a battle to the near-death, and…' He paused, deep in thought as he tried to remember more. '… and you won.'
Spike looked into Angel's eyes. 'What is happening to us?'
'Man, this is weird.' Gunn interjected. 'Why are we starting to remember things now? And why did we forget them all in the first place? And why am I okay with the fact that you two are vampires, and that there is a green…' It was Gunn's turn for a memory flash. '… Lorne.' Gunn turned and ran back into the office to untie Lorne. The others were left standing in the lobby, speechless.
Suddenly, the front door opened.
'Hello?' Came the sweet voice of a young girl. 'Angel? Wesley?' Gunn?' It was Fred. She quietly closed the door behind her and headed down to join everyone on the lobby floor.
'You're the girl from the picture.' Wesley held up the photo frame Gunn had brought out a little while earlier.
'Wesley, what's wrong? Don't you remember me?' Fred asked, concern the main tone in her voice.
'Fred. I remember the name Fred.' Wesley mumbled.
'Angel, what's going on?' Fred turned to Angel.
'So you're Fred. That's right, I remember. I'm remembering everything now.' Angel smiled at Fred seductively.
'Angel!' She scolded quickly. Angel mouthed an apology and stayed silent. 'Would somebody like to tell me what's going on here?'
'Ooh! Me!' Spike stuck his hand up in the air.
'Spike? What are you doing here? Did you go with Angel, Wesley and Gunn last night?'
'Well, you see pet; we all don't remember much about last night. See, we've got some sort of amnesia but it's all coming back to us now.'
'Slowly.' Wesley added. Fred turned back to face Wesley.
'But you know who you are?' she asked.
'Took us a while to figure it out.' Angel joined the conversation again. 'At first we were just afraid of everyone. It was kind of funny.'
'Funny? You thought it was funny?' Spike snorted. 'Bloody hell no. I nearly pissed my pants when I saw you lot.' Angel sniggered. 'Hey, shut up!'
'Guys.' Fred snapped, getting everyone's attention. She gave them stern but hopeful looks to try and find out more about the situation. Then, Gunn returned with Lorne.
'Oh thank heavens you guys are alright.' Lorne spoke proudly and boldly, as if he never even had amnesia.
'Lorne, do you remember everything?' Angel asked. He was starting to get his seriousness back.
'You bet-cha Angelcakes. I remember everything, but you guys don't seem to. Don't you know who I am?'
'Well I do now.' Gunn spoke up. 'By the way, sorry man.'
'Don't sweat it Charles.' Lorne brushed it off.
'So, would somebody like to explain this to me?' Fred asked again.
A/N: Next chapter, what happened to Dennis and Kirk?
