A/N: Okay, for anyone who is confused at this point. Spike, Angel, Wesley, Harmony, etc. (Basically all the people at Wolfram and Hart) are from Angel the Series. Buffy and all the Scoobies are from BtVS. Chiana, Moya, any mention of D'Argo, John Crichton or Aeryn Sun all have to do with Farscape. Now here is where it gets tricky. I have three original characters so far. Roxanne Crichton is a Slayer who is related to John Crichton and Aeryn Sun. Mina is half vampire, her father being Spike. Kira is a Stargate style Jaffa, who also hosts a Tok'ra symbiote (Tra'lana). She is also a member of a revival sect of the ancient Amazons. Everybody caught up? No? Don't worry, I'll elaborate as I go along. So enjoy! Read and review please!

Disclaimer: I own Mina, Roxanne Crichton, Kira and Tra'lana, and no one else.

Chapter 3

Spike contemplated the vampire on the other side of the glass silently. They'd been able to tranq him just long enough to get some blue jeans on him and tie him up. Seeing what was essentially a snarling, feral version of himself lashed to the wall of Wolfram and Hart's training room was just…weird. Add to that the fact he had a little girl, claiming to be his daughter from the future, standing right next to him and Spike was beginning to develop a headache.

Mina had her nose pressed to the glass of the two sided mirror. She was watching her "Daddy" intently. Spike had so many questions running through his head about her. How was it that he had a daughter? How had she come to be here, in this time, if she was from the future? And who the hell was letting his five year old little girl run around LA, not to mention the space-time continuum, by herself, anyway? Whoa. he thought to himself, Get a hold of yourself, Spike. You're getting all paternal here.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when Angel, Wesley, and Gunn entered the small observation room that adjoined the training room. Spike joined them in a back corner of the room where the adults could talk out of earshot of the entranced child. "So, any insights into the other me?"

Wes shook his head. "Not really, as far as we can tell, he's operating completely off of his baser instincts. His demon is controlling him completely."

"Okay." Spike rolled his eyes. "Any insights besides the glaringly obvious?"

"Wes thinks what's happening with him is basically what happened to me when I came back from Hell." Angel said.

"Yeah but you died before that." Gunn interjected. "That Buffy chic stabbed you in the stomach and killed you."

"Yes, thanks for that reminder." Angel retorted sarcastically.

"What we can't figure out is how he…you…whatever, came back like that from the future." Wes explained.

"Unless, I died in the future."

As soon as the words left his mouth Spike winced. He'd lived in Sunnydale too long. There, they had what Willow called the "jinxed factor." As soon as you said something ominous aloud, it would invariably come to pass.

Wesley nodded. "But I can't think of anyway to verify that."

"I can." Gunn replied. "Ask the kid. If she knows about time portals and spaceships, maybe she'll know about this."

Angel nodded, approaching the little girl. They'd quickly determined that Mina was only comfortable around a select few of Angel's crew. She tended to cling to Angel himself, while, oddly enough she couldn't stand any of the human members of the group. She didn't like Gunn, Wesley, or Fred, but she was perfectly at ease with both Lorne and Harmony. She could only marginally tolerate Spike because, as she put it, he wasn't her Daddy…yet. Most of the time, Mina opted to just ignore everyone but Angel and the "other" Spike.

"Mina?" Angel called, coming to stand next to the girl.

Mina reluctantly turned her face away from the glass to face Angel. "Can I meet my Daddy now?"

"In a little bit." Angel replied, looking a bit confused. She sounds like she's never seen her own father. "Right now I wanna ask you some questions, okay?"

Mina nodded. "Okay, but after that I want to see my Daddy. Face to face."

Again, Angel gave her an odd look, then he nodded. "Do you know how your Daddy got here, Mina?"

Mina looked at him with a "duh" expression. "I called for him."

"Okaaaay." Angel replied, deciding to take another tack. "Do you know why you came through the portal, but your Daddy showed up the way he did instead?"

Mina became somber and stared at her hands. "Daddy died before I was born. The Powers had to send him back from the Afterlife."

"Why did they send him back from the Afterlife, Mina?"

"I told you, because I called for him." Mina saw the confused look return to Angel's eyes, and sighed. "The Powers like me. They say I'm important, so they listen to me."

Angel nodded, still not understanding totally. "But why did you call for him?"

Again Mina looked troubled. "The bad people are coming to get me."

"What bad people?"

Mina pursed her lips, shaking her head wildly, tears running down her face. "Mommy is coming to fight them but she's going to be too late. I had to call for Daddy. We need his help."

Angel stared at her for a moment, waiting for the child to elaborate. She only turned back to watch her father through the glass. Angel walked back over to his companions. Wesley and Gunn looked at him questioningly. Spike looked deeply disturbed.

"You heard all that?" Angel asked

The blond vampire nodded. "A right mess we've got ourselves into now, haven't we?"

Angel explained his conversation with Mina to Wesley and Gunn. For a while the men contemplated theories on the events of the past few hours. Spike remained deep in thought about his future. That was him on the other side of the two-way mirror, he could feel it. And at some deep level, he knew...he felt that Mina was his daughter. Even her smell reflected parts of himself. The whole thing was throwing him for a loop, which was not an easy thing to do to a hundred and twenty year old master vampire.

Now his attention was called to the fact that Mina was in danger. The very thought of this made him instinctively want to eviscerate any creature that dare come near her. But she had also spoken of her mother. Mommy's coming. Mina had said it twice now. Mommy's coming to fight the bad people. Would he know this woman when he saw her? He couldn't even contemplate loving anyone the way he loved Buffy. But whoever she was had born him a childe, and he couldn't believe that it had been out of something as empty as lust.

"Umm...guys?"

Gunn's plaintive voice dragged Spike out of his thoughts to look at the tall African American lawyer. As, it seemed to have done to Angel and Wesley too.

"Where'd the girl go?"

Spike's eyes swept frantically around the room. Mina was nowhere in sight. Then he looked through the glass and saw his little girl approaching his snarling alter ego. "Bloody Hell!"

"Oh, shit!" Angel cried followed his grandchilde into the training room, trailing the other two men. By the time they got to her, Mina was standing barely a foot from the bound vampire. The two were staring at each other intently.

Spike walked up and was about to pull Mina away when the "other" Spike began to growl fiercely and struggle against his ropes. Angel took a step toward the girl and his grand-childe, and the feral vampire howled even louder. The brunette vampire took a step back and the growling lessened slightly. Experimentally, he stepped up and then back again. It seemed, the closer anyone came to Mina, the more distressed the "other" Spike became. Angel turned toward "his" Spike, though he was loathe to think of the blond that way, and said, "Spike step back."

"Like hell I will! Bugger wants a row? Let him come and get it!" William the Bloody never backed down from a challenge.

No sooner had the words left his mouth, than Spike felt himself hoisted off the floor, his throat being crushed in. Apparently, his double had the same philosophy about challenges and had wrenched loose of one of his bonds. Angel and the others all took an instinctive step toward the blond vampires.

"No!" they heard Mina shout. From her pocket, she produced a small knife which looked deadlier than any child's Swiss army knife. She jumped up slicing through the rope binding the blue jean clad vampire's other wrist. He dropped to the ground, flinging the creature in his grasp across the room, knocking him unconscious.

Angel morphed into game face, readying himself as the feral Spike crouched, each poising himself to strike at the other. The "other" Spike looked ready to pounce but suddenly drew his head up, sniffing the air. Angel could smell it too. Blood.

All heads eyes in the room turned to where Mina stood. She held out one hand toward her father, whether she had sliced her palm intentionally or by accident when cutting the ropes seemed irrelevant. The little girl approached the growling vampire, whose eyes seemed to follow the movement of her hand as blood dripped down her fingers. Angel tensed up inside, just waiting for and dreading Mina getting attacked, but unwilling to provoke the blond vampire she called "Daddy."

Mina didn't seem nearly so worried. She smiled and traced her index finger across her father's upper lip. He flinched away as if she'd slapped him. As the "other" Spike licked the blood off his lip, yellow eyes melted into blue. A haze seemed to lift from his features and he said, "Annie?"

Finally satisfied there would be no attack, Angel swooped up the little girl into his arms. He growled his own warning back at the vampire on the floor, just for the satisfaction of it. The younger vampire's gaze followed this action and he looked confused. "Bloody hell, Peaches. When did you get here?"

Buffy Summers stood in the baggage claim of LAX, staring moodily at the bag carousel. Behind her, her best friend Willow Rosenberg looked on in worry. Buffy, and indeed all of the Scoobies had freaked when Xander had come back to the Summers' villa without Dawn. That week was one of the few times in almost a year that their core band of friends had been in one place, after the destruction of Sunnydale. Most of the group had scattered to the winds, looking for the new Slayers and trying to rebuild the Watchers council.

Xander and Dawn had gone out to get refreshments for the amassed Scoobies, including the Summers sisters, Willow and Kennedy, Giles, Andrew, Xander, Faith, and Robin, but only Xander had come back. When he'd related the story as to why Dawn was missing, Buffy freaked out even more. Apparently, Dawn hadn't been kidnapped by some unruly band of demons, she'd gone with the women willingly.

As soon as the, one but no longer only, Slayer had found out where her sister was headed, Buffy had booked the first flight to LA. Willow, Xander, and surprisingly Faith, had all insisted on coming too. Giles promised to stay near a phone even though he was tied up with some council business, going between Rome and England.

Because of Buffy's mood throughout the flight, Willow had thought it best to send Xander for the rental car as soon as they'd deboarded the plane. The blonde Slayer wasn't too fond of him at the moment. Instead, she was taking her frustration out on their luggage, heaving the last of their bags off the carousel.

Just then, Faith appeared beside Willow, holding a travel tray of iced mochas. "How's B?"

"I dunno." The redheaded witch shrugged. She took a coffee off the tray, giving Faith a grateful smile. "She's really worried about Dawn."

"We all are." Faith nodded. "D's not usually this reckless….That's my job."

At this point Buffy seemed to have rounded up all the bags. She took hold of the giant rolling suitcase that currently held most of the clothes that she and Dawn owned, and made her way to the exit. She passed her two companions only briefly to grab a mocha before heading out the door to the loading station outside.

Faith and Willow exchanged glances of mixed worry and irritation. The dark haired Slayer slung her triple-reinforced garbage bag over her shoulder while Willow grabbed Xander's duffel and her own messenger's bag. Soon they were packing the bags into the back ofan inconspicuous beige rental sedan. Willow was driving while Buffy sat in the passenger's seat with Faith and Xander in the back.

The trip toward Wolfram and Hart was made in awkward silence until Xander finally decided he'd had it with the cold shoulder treatment. "So tell me again why we're not calling ahead?"

Buffy rolled her eyes irratibly. "We don't want Angel to know we're coming. That way he can't warn them."

"Buffy, we don't know that he's gone evil." Willow reasoned softly.

"Can we not rehash the badness of Angel joining an evil law firm right now? I just wanna get in, get my sister, and get……"

Buffy's comment was cut off as Willow slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting a black clad man who had run out into the street in front of them. As car horns sounded behind them, Faith stuck her head out the back drivers' side window and yelled an obscene comment at the top of her lungs, complete with hand gestures.

"What the hell was that?" Buffy's gaze traveled past Willow to where the man had run into an alley to the left of the car. Just as they were about to go forward again, another figure appeared. Apparently giving chase to the man, a similarly dressed woman vaulted onto the hood of the sedan, did a sommersault and hit the ground running in the direction of the alley.

"Turn left!" Xander cried out to Faith.

"Why?" Buffy asked, in full on alert mode.

"That was her!" Seeing confused looks from the women in the car, the brunette carpenter elaborated. "Bitchy time traveling demon chick!"

"Go!" Buffy barked out the order to Willow.

After making the turn, which was fairly difficult in the midday LA traffic, the Scoobies started down the alley, which was both filthy and barely wider than the car itself. All eyes were directed out their respective windows, looking for the darkly clad pair. It was Xander who finally spotted a flair of black leather over the top of a fire escape ladder leading up to the top of a building on their right.

As soon as he pointed it out, Buffy and Faith were out of the car like a shot. Buffy shouted out to her two best friends. "Stay there and keep the motor running!"

After scaling the fire escape it took the Slayers a moment to find their queries. There were several brick stair outlets blocking their view. Finally Buffy heard the sounds of a scuffle and she motioned to Faith to follow her and keep silent.

When they got to their targets, the man was on his knees. The woman, dressed very much like something outofThe Matrix, had one hand around his throat and the otheron a futuristic looking pistol. She was glaring at him, pointing the gun at his headas he jabbered on in a language that neither Faith nor Buffy understood.

"I really don't care about your motives, Peacekeeper," said the woman in perfect English, "Tell you what, since that Nebari control collar seems to be such a nuisance to you, why don't you tell me what I want to know, and I'll quickly put you out of your misery."

That was all Buffy needed to hear. "I really don't think that'll be necessary."

The raven haired woman's cerulean eyes snapped up to meet the blonde Slayer's. "Stay out of this. It doesn't concern you."

"I beg to differ. All this chasing stuff's got me all worked up. You wouldn't want me to feel left out would you?"

The woman straightened up to her full height, shrugging. "Suit yourself." Without looking at her captive who was stealthily trying to make his escape. She repositioned her gun, "Stay!" she shot him in the leg. "Good dog."

Immediately, Buffy charged the leather bitch. She aimed a roundhouse kick to the woman's midsection. Her opponent side-stepped, avoiding the kick. She countered with a one-two-punch combo to Buffy's face. The Blonde Slayer was able to block the one but couldn't stop the two.

Meanwhile, Faith was getting the injured man to safety. He tried to fight her a bit so she had to clock him over the head to render him unconscious. It didn't really hurt him, she reasoned, and she didn't have time to deal with a man ranting in a foreign language. The brunette Slayer propped the man up against one of the stair outlets, then ran to fight at Buffy's side.

The blonde Slayer was quickly finding out that Xander hadn't been kidding. This chick had to be some kind of demon the way she was fighting. That or she really was a Slayer. She was very fast and able to block most of Buffy's advances. The raven haired woman had definitely broken a sweat, but she was still holding her own against Buffy. When Faith joined in though, it became a whole new ball game.

The Slayers knew they had the woman on the ropes when Faith successfully planted her with a high kick to the chin. She reeled back, landing hard on the pavement and rolling to a stop at the edge of the building near the fire escape. Her back was to her adversaries. The woman was still... just long enough for the Slayers to begin to approach her. Suddenly, she rolled back into a crouch pitching what looked like a grenade over their heads. It soared through the air, dropping over the side of the building into an alley opposite from the one they'd started in.

This distracted Faith and Buffy just long enough for the black haired woman to run past them at a dead sprint. Immediately, they gave chase. The woman dove off the edge of the building, her arms thrown wide, and they could hear her singing as she went down. The Slayers reached the edge of the building just in time to see the woman get caught by what looked like a net of white light. She had to have fallen at least four stories, but theshe stillcame out unscathed.

The Slayers watched in shock as she retrieved the grenade and ran to a nearby car. It was a dark blue convertible in which they could see a blonde woman with a pixie cut and a punky looking redhead. The car, speeding away, was being driven by none other than Dawn Summers.

"Well," Faith breathed after a moment, "There's something you don't see every day."