I wanted to get the next chapter out as fast as I could to get a head start on the story so voila! I really hope people like this!

Note- I made a few changes to this chapter, cleaned it up and altered it a little to make it better. They're only minor but I think they really improve it!

Angel awoke late the next morning feeling off. He opened his eyes to a dark room and after a second realized he was not in his bed. He sat up quickly and looked around. Nothing around him looked familiar and when he looked down at his clothes he found them changed as well.

Slightly panicked he pushed back the covers and climbed out of bed, standing uncertainly on the worn carpet. He chewed his lip for a moment before padding barefootted over to the door and and stepping out into the hallway. Wherever he was it was very big and after another moment's hesitation he began wandering down the hall, trying doors occasionally as he did so. Most of them lead to empty bedrooms but some of them were locked and he wondered what kind of place would need so many bedrooms. He guessed maybe some kind of an inn. A giant inn. probably the biggest in the world.

Eventually he hit a dead end and turned back, retracing his steps until he found another hallway going in a different direction. Feeling a little worried he tried this one but it looked almost identical and after a few more turns he began to feel quite lost. He stopped and tried a door but found just another empty room. Frustrated and a little panicked he tried to go back the way he'd come but quickly realized he had no idea how to do so. He thought that if he could just find the room he'd woken up in he would at least be able to stay there until someone came to find him but he couldn't seem to be able to. He had no idea where he was or even what part of this mystery building he was in. Everything looked the same and he just couldn't find his way back.

Eventually he gave up and sat down against a wall resting his head on top of his knees. He had no idea how he'd gotten to this new place. The last thing he could remember was getting into bed at home. He'd forgotten to say his prayers and he wondered briefly if this was some kind of divine punishment but he forgot lots of times and nothing ever happened then. No, this had to be something else. Maybe his parents had had to make a midnight trip and they had just grabbed him without waking him. Maybe it was some kind of adventure. He doubted that though. His parents didn't have adventures.

Sighing he looked back down the hall. He was going to be in trouble when he was found. He shouldn't have wandered off. Frowning he took a deep breath and got up again, determined to find his way back. He set off back the way he'd come and suddenly realized that the doors all had numbers on them. He wished he'd noticed before. Still. . . he did his best and at one point was sure he recognized a crack in the wall but lost hope when he saw an identical crack a few steps further.

Eventually he came out at the top of a large staircase. This wasn't what he had been looking for but he had to stop and look around because everything looked very grand. He slowly began making his way down the stairs, head turning from side to side. He was so caught up that the sound of a voice caused him to jump.

"Okay so I got a little carried away but it's not like I was shopping for me and I got food too because all anyone has around here are a few eggs and some blood." Angel wrinkled his nose at this, not quite sure what that meant. Eggs and blood? Oh well, maybe he had heard wrong. The lady talking had a strange accent. He listened more closely, peering around the corner at a motley group. The woman speaking was holding several bags up and another woman was looking through them curiously.

"Oh this is cute!" The other woman said happily, looking at something in the bag. Angel leaned further around the corner trying to see. He didn't recognize any of these people and wondered if his family was in some other room. Just then one of the men in the room noticed him.

"He's awake!" Gunn said, directing the other's attention towards the stairs. Angel froze looking like a deer in head lights.

"Hey." Cordelia called, waving to him.

He took a step back but immidiately the people in the room began to head towards him, moving together. "Angel. . ." A man said. He had dark hair and wore glasses. He was English. "Do you recognize any of us?"

He shook his head. not understanding why the man was calling him an angel.

"Not at all?"

He shook his head again, very much afraid.

"Alright, alright." Wesley said, sensing the boy's fear. My name's Wesley, this is Cordelia, Fred and Gunn. We're not going to hurt you."

"I'm Liam." He said in a small voice.

Wesley smiled. "Nice to meet you. I believe Cordelia has something for you."

Curiously Angel turned to look at her and she smiled. "I got you some clothes. You wanna go get dressed?"

He looked in the bag and then back up at her, letting his eyes drift over all of their faces. "Where am I? He asked.

"Oh yes, that. We're friends of your family. You're going to be staying with us for a while."

He frowned, no one had told him anything about this. "Why?" He asked.

"W-well. . . think of it like a vacation."

He looked at him doubtfully. "Are my parents here?"

"No, I'm afraid they left already." Wesley said, giving him as kind a look as he could.

Angel paused, it was all very strange. What if he had been kidnapped? Did the English Kidnap Irish children? His friend Tommy Flannigan might know. He knew lots of scary stories. The idea made him doubt these people and he took a step backwards, clumsily climbing the stairs behind him.

Below Gunn and Wesley exchanged worried looks. Things were not going as planned. Angel was scared of them and their apparent lie seemed to only make things worse. But what could they do? They couldn't tell him the truth.

"Angel. . . Liam," Cordelia said as kindly as she could, stepping forward. "Don't be scared, we won't hurt you."

"I wanna go home." He said, sounding whinier than he would have liked. he didn't sound brave at all. She gave him a sad smile. "Okay, but why don't you go and get dressed first? It's almost noon and you don't want to run around in a shirt all day, do you?"

He looked down at himself and chewed his lip. "I. . ."

"I got you some clothes." She held up the bag witha smile and waved it. "We can get you something to eat after you get dressed."

He paused. He was rather hungry. He slowly nodded and she hurried up the steps to join him, glancing over her shoulder as she went. Behind them Wesley and Gunn looked intensley relieved.

"Come on, I'll tak you back to your room." She said, putting a guiding hand on his back. He quickened his pace and pulled away from her, giving her a distrustful look. She frowned a little and hoped he would losen up.

When they reached his room he tried quickly to memorize the numbers on the door but she ushered him in before he had the chance. She set the bags on the bed and began rifling through them. "Alright, I know there's something in here for you to wear. Lets see, how do you like the color green?" She turned around grinning widely and held up a shirt. He eyed it, not feeling particularly strongly about the color one way or the other. Still, her smile was very big and he nodded, not wanting to disappoint her or get in trouble.

She smiled even bigger and laid out the rest of his clothes. "Call for me when you're done." She said, stepping outside the door

Once he was sure she was gone he curiously looked through the rest of the bags. They were all clothes although he thought they were a little strange. Shrugging it off he quickly dressed, strugling a little to figure out how to do up his pants but eventually getting it and then waling towards the door. He opened it and looked up at her expectantly.

She smiled widely. "I knew you would look great."

This prompted him to smile a little and she beamed even wider. "Alright, lets go get you some food." She said, grabbing his hand and leading the way again. "Did you sleep alright? You were out like a log last night."

He nodded, thinking that he liked her. She seemed very nice.

"Alright, eggs and toast okay?"

He nodded again and she set him up in a chair in the lobby and went to find Fred and Gunn who had taken over cooking. From his spot in the office Wesley watched Angel look around the lobby and smiled a little as he saw the boy check under his seat. It was a very childish motion and strange knowing that this was Angel.

Whatever he was looking for he did not find and contented himself to sit and swing his feet until the others returned with a breakfast tray.

"Bon Apetite." Cordelia said, giving the boy another of her wining smiles. He dug in and began eating quickly, still looking around him between bites. The others watched him for a moment, standing around rather awkwardly.

"Is it good?" Fed asked hopefully.

He swallowed and nodded. "Thank you." He said. He had a strong accent as a child and it made Gunn snort a little.

The boy looked up at him, not sure if he was being made fun of or not. He gave Gunn a wary look, deciding that if he was going to be made fun of he wouldn't be nice to the man.

"I made it." Fred said, grinning nervously. "I'm glad it's good."

They stood awkwardly for a moment and Angel began to feel a little uncomfortable. He felt like he was being put under inspection and it made him distinctly ill at ease. He finished eating and set the plate aside. Fred took it and held it tightly for a moment before Gunn tapped her on the shoulder to remind her that she should wash it. She gave him another smile before bouncing off, Gunn in tow.

"Feel beter?" Cordelia asked.

He nodded. "Ma'am, where am I?"

She groaned inwardly, she ha hoped the question wouldn't come up again. "Um. . . well this is a hotel. . ." She waved her hand around but when his face crumpled in confusion she tried again. "An inn. We run it and we're going to have fun here." He looked doubtful and she tried again. "Lots of fun. This place is huge, you can play all kind of games here. Tag, hide and go seek. I can get you some toys." He looked agreeable to that and she made a note to stop by a toy store as soon as possible. "Why don't I show you around?"

He nodded and she lead the way back up the stairs. "This is Fred's room she spends a lot of time in here so she's always easy to find. "Um. . . you know that's yours. . ."

"Which one's yours?" He asked.

"I don't live here."

"Oh." He looked a little disappointed and she couldn't help but feel a tad bit flattered. "But I can stay the night if you want." He perked up at that. So far he knew her the best and she seemed to really like him. She kept complementing him and had even promised to buy him toys.

"I got lost when I woke up." He admitted, hoping he wasn't going to get into any trouble for wandering around.

She smiled. "Well it's good you found your way back to us." They made their way around the hotel and eventually out into the court yard. Angel walked to the gate and peered out at the street. Hundreds of huge multi colored. . . he didn't know what they were zoomed past. He turned to look at her, stunned.

"What are those?!" He cried.

She faltered. "Oh. . . they're like. . . wagons." She smiled at her own cleverness but he only continued to look stunned and confused. She tried again. "Without horses. They're mechanical."

He looked out the gates again, straining to see. Whatever they were the longer he looked the more he realized that there were people inside of them. Maybe she was right. Some kind of machine. "Can I ride in one?" He asked.

She paused. "Sure. Not right now but maybe later." After that she watched him play around the court yard for a while. Laughing as he walked around the fountain and dipped his toes in it. Suddenly he stopped, coming to stand on the edge of the fountain. "How come that man called me an angel earlier?" He asked. He didn't mind but it wasn't something he was called a whole lot. Sometimes old ladies said he looked like a little angel but that was about it.

Cordelia frowned. "Um. . . I think he meant it like a nick name."

"Oh." He stood for a minute. "I've never had a nick name before."

She laughed. "Well, I guess you do now."

He nodded with a thoughtful look and returned to playing.

She sighed, glad she had been able to derail another problem. Still, she hoped Willow would get there soon because she didn't know how many more of these questions she had answers for.

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