Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel: the Series. I do own who you don't recognize.
A/N: There's an exceptionally large count of slashy and femslashy pairs; Angel is Spike's sire.


Chapter Three: Rage and Love
Cleveland, Ohio:

The group had moved in two separate vehicles. Giles, Willow, Buffy, Dawn, and Kennedy in Willow's new van. It was exactly like Oz's old blue one, but it was painted silver with purple and black flames on the front. Spike,Angel, Ilyria, Syndie, Andrew, and Xander in a rented silver limo. The van was silent, quite different from the rowdy limo. Questions were flying all over the place, Xander's the most prominent.

"How the hell are you still alive?" he yelled at Spike. "Last we saw you, you were all..."

"Pillar of hell in the firemouth. Or, pillar of fire in the he- well anywa- I told you that it was him, Xander!" Andrew stated indignantly. Ilyria was holding her head in pain and shooting Andrew dirty looks.

"The small one is loud. Can I kill him?" she asked the dark vampire as Spike explained his coming back to Xander.

"Welcome to the wonderful world of Hangover, Ilyria," he said. He smoothed down her hair and she shifted forms to reveal Fred's countenance. She laid her head on the seat and tried to sleep off the hangover. When Spike was finished, he slumped in his seat and laid his head on Angel's shoulder.

"Deadboy and Fangless are a couple?" Xander asked, not really surprised. Spike gave him a look that clearly said, 'oh, and you're one to talk.' He nodded, showing that he got the message, then turned to the blond girl across from him. "So, what... err, who are you? Roslyn? Syndie?" The girl sighed and sat up.

"'m The Immortal, mate. Actually, that bloke who your friend, Buffy, was datin' was an immortal. I'm The Immortal, the real deal, indestructible, unkillable, completely and totally--"

"Ancient," Ilyria supplied from her postition. She sat up. "The Immortal was the first being to ever live. The Immortal was the first creation, before bacteria and water, even. If she were to shift into her true form, she would explode the world. The Immortal can take the form of anyone and anything it wants."

"I've been in this form for the last two-hundred years," Syndie said. She looked at Spike and gave him a sad smile. "I was your little sister for more than two centuries, living like this. It's been the best of my life. You're my favorite, Billy. I'll always protect you from everything."

"The only thing you didn't protect me from was Drusilla. She got a hold of me and drained me dry, but Angel found me and gave me his blood," Spike told her. Syndie nodded and hung her head.

"I was sad about that, you never seeing the sun again. But you never did like the sun, and you did see it. A few times, if I recall. Once with the Gem of Amara, and then a few times after that with a blanket over your head," she said in a low voice.

"So, what do we call you, Darth Immortal?" Andrew asked her. She laughed outright and did so for a few minutes. It came as a shock to everyone that she didn't have the need to breathe.

"Just call me Syn. It's a name I fancy. So, when do we get there, Cap'n Hook?" she asked him. He shrugged and looked out the window.

"It's just around the corner," he said. "Why do you call me Captain Hook? I'm kind of lacking the requirement of the hook part." She pointed to his blue eye.

"One, you used to have an eye-patch; two, your eyebrows are reminiscen' of 'im," she explained. The limo stopped and they all climbed out, setting foot on Slayer Academy grounds. "D'you think Jeeves is compensatin' for summat?" Spike snickered and Angel smiled. Andrew and Xander weren't paying attention, they were staring at the impressive front of the building.

"Uh, not to be rude or anything to Mr. Giles, but I think Syn's right! I mean, the library's got to be at least half of the west wing! And the kitchens... they're feeding nearly two-hundred people, the kitchens have to be... so... big." His eyes glazed over as he mentally ran through everything he could make in the ginormous kitchens.

"Hey, nerd-o. We have trained professionals that know to keep the cutlery out of your reach. Don't want you off and shanking more of your friends, do we? Stay away from the kitchens," Kennedy sniped as they walked passed the first group. Andrew's face fell and he started tearing, remembering the incident with Jonathan. Syn snapped her fingers and a zipper-like mouth appeared on Kennedy's face.

"If I were you, I'd zip it," Syn told her. The mouth zipped shut as she enuciated the last two words. Kennedy looked highly affronted and stormed up to Syn. Un-zipping her mouth, she started in on a challenge.

"You got a problem, newbie?" she harped. Syn snickered.

"Yeah, your mouth is too big for your action, lil' girl," Syn told her, crossing her arms and smirking. "Plus, it's rude t' bring up past mistakes, when you've made so many of your very own." At this, her smirk fell and she got a menacing look in her eyes. Kennedy planted her hands on her hips and jutted her jaw out.

"You don't know anything about me, so back off. And you've known Andrew for a total of what, two weeks? I'm surprised he survived," Kennedy laughed meanly. Andrew now had his face buried in Xander's shoulder.

"That's enough, Superbitch," Xander snapped. Kennedy glared at him and opened her mouth to start on him, but Xander continued, running over anything she had to say. "I don't care if you're Willow's girlfriend, or not. You don't talk to people like that. One of these days somebody is going to put you in your place, and you can bet, I sure as hell will be there to see it." Kennedy curled her hands into fists and swung her arm back, only for a stray fist to hit her in the face.

"Hey, Brat, back off! He's one of the good guys. Damn, what the hell has been up your ass lately?" a familiar voice asked. Kennedy stood up from the ground where the hit had put her and stormed off, defeated. "Hey, X-man, Twerp. How's life?" Faith hugged the bigger man, then the smaller one. Then she spotted Spike and started laughing. "I knew you didn't die! What happened, man? Wait, hold your story until we're inside and sitting with something to eat." She lead them up the front walk, but halted when Angel, Spike, and Syn were held back.

"Sorry, kids. Temporary mind-lapse. Come on in," the dark senior slayer said. They stepped over the threshold and followed Faith down a hallway to the cafeteria. It only had maybe twenty people in it. Both girls and guys.

"Uh, I thought the slayin' bit was for chits," Spike said.

"It is," Faith answered.

"So, err... why're there blokes 'ere?" he asked as they sat down at a corner table. Faith smirked.

"Turns out when Red did the mojo for slayers, it mojo'd the watchers into watching. Our youngest slayer is maybe six. Our youngest watcher is ten," she said. When Spike gave her a quizzical look, she explained, "I have to know this stuff. I'm head trainer. Robin helps a lot, but now that I have the two biggest badasses, plue some super-powered witchy slayer, and B, I'm thinking I can take it easy for a bit. Catch some z's."

"So, you have bulletproof glass and stuff. Mostly non-breakables?" Xander asked. "'Cause I'm not here to be Mr. Fixit again. I'm on vacation."

"Then why'd you come back?" a deep voice asked from behind him. Xander turned to see Robin sporting a shiner.

"Hey, Robs. How've you been?" Xander asked, getting up to give him a brief hug.

"Not too bad. I popped the question," he said, taking a seat next to Faith.

"What!" Andrew said outraged. Kids from a nearby table looked at him funny, then continued eating. "I was supposed to be there when you did that. You promised, Robin!" Faith laughed.

"Calm down, it was last year. We're getting married in the back yard, complete with little white dress and plenty of flowers," Faith said. Andrew looked at her expectantly. "Yes, Twerp You can be my maid of honor."

"Thank yo- What? Hey!" He stuck his tongue out at the slayer and she smiled. "So, who is?"

"I'm thinking if Dana wants it, she can," Faith said. "She's one of the older slayers, older'n me and B, like thirty-two. But she's cool. It's like having a mom, only... less mom-like and more big sis. Oh, here she comes." They all looked up as a tall woman, nearly six-feet, with a thick, waistlength red braid hanging down her back came striding over. Her eyes were light blue and her skin a freckled cream.

"Hey, Faithless, wha's goin' on?" she asked in a thick Irish accent.

"Nothin', Dana. These are my old buds, plus a new little super," she said. "Dana, this is Angel, Spike, Xander, Andrew and... sorry, I didn't get your name."

"Syn. Nice to meet you," the youngest woman said. The men greeted her and then Faith told her about Kennedy's little fit-o-rage.

"Tha' lil' gna's gonna be put in 'er place, the stupid bin'. Goin'a give it to 'er meself," Dana growled out. "She's been naugh' bu' a thorn in me arse since the day I met her. I don' see how Rose can put up wif her!"

"Uh, who's Rose?" Xander asked. Dana rolled her eyes and made doe-eyes at him.

"A po' lil' rattrap who Ken's traipsin' abou' wif," Dana said in a high-pitched little girl's voice. "She's... wha' sixteen, or sumfink?" she asked Faith. Faith nodded sadly.

"Yeah, and Red's got no idea," Faith said. Andrew, who was turning red with anger at the very thought of someone cheating on Willow, stood up angrily.

"That little harpie! I'm going to tell Willow before Kennedy can unleash Darth Rosenberg again!" He stormed away from the table and set out to find Willow. He stopped a nearby boy. "Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of Willow Rosenberg's quarters, please?"

"Miss Rosenberg? Uh, yeah, foller me, sir," the boy said with a southern accent. He lead Andrew up two flights of stairs, and then down a hallway. On an outside door, there was a plaque that said:

Willow Rosenberg
Head Witch
Deputy Dean

"Oh, right. Thank you..."

"Sonny Mowe. You're mighty welcome, sir." The boy took off down the hall and disappeared around a corner. Andrew pressed a call button next to the door.

"This is Willow," the familiar voice said.

"It's Andrew. Can I come in?"


A/N:
So, what do you think? Will Andy be able to tell Willow what Kennedy's up to? Or will he chicken out and get kidnapped by a gang of vampires? Tune in next time!
--biLLie