For those still reading this, sorry for the long delay in posting this. A lot of things have been going on through the holdiays and such and it's really got me behind, but I am still working on it.

Angel opened her eyes and sat up on the bed, her brain pounding within her skull as she felt the effects of everything that had taken place. Staring forward, she tried to comprehend what had happened to get her where she was, but her mind was still fuddled… all except the dream she had experienced about Jack.

Indeed she couldn't remember a thing past her visit with her friend, but the dream stuck out to her more than anything, and the words he had mentioned echoed in her mind. With this, Angel knew exactly how she had gotten in this situation, and she allowed her head to come down and rest within her hand. She sighed as she thought of him and how much she missed him, but also knew that no matter how much she tried; only time would get her over her heartbreak. Turning her head, she felt a tear run down her face as her chest once again ached, but a shocked gasp escaped her mouth as her eyes fell upon the black jacket of Jack's laying on the edge of her bed.

Reaching over, she took it gently into her hand and held it up as it fell as far to it's lengths as it could, and she glanced it over. Bringing it forward, she wrinkled it within her hands as she brought it to her face and took a deep breath, the small amount of his scent that remained filling her nose. A smell she swore she would never smell again and alas once again she reminisced in a daydream. More tears made it to her eyes as she thought of him more so now, and a huge sigh escaped her mouth. Bringing the cloth of the jacket to her face, she then allowed her head to fall back onto the pillow and the jacket, but upon hitting it she then felt a hard lump under her head. Her eyes grew wide and confused as she then sat up on the bed and looked down at the jacket, wondering what it could be within that was so hard.

Reaching her hand down, she stuck her fingers into the pocket of the jacket and pulled out one of the very items Raimundo had showed her one day on her porch. Looking it over, she found it odd that the name of it came so quickly to her mind as she whispered, "That Golden Tiger Claws."

As she studied them closer now, she somehow saw the mystical glint they tended to have as she turned it over and over in her hand. Eventually, she put the clawed glove beside her on the bed as she then reached into the pocket once again, pulling out the other item there, though the name of this particular one escaped her mind. Looking at it, she wondered what kind of powers the items had, exactly, to make so many people long for them, but as she thought of it, it caused her to quickly pick the items back up and place them back into the security of the pockets they had come from, and she then refolded the jacket and placed it upon her pillow.

The sun had just barely begun to peek into the sky, showing the signs of morning, as Angel's feet touched upon the floor of her room. As she stood up from the bed however, she looked down immediately noticing the white sweater she now wore. With a gasp, images of the shirtless Raimundo came to her mind, as she then walked silently across the floor and out of her room. As she made her way down the hallway, things were still blurry to her, but for once everything within Angel's mind was clearer to her now than it had ever been.

Going over to the couch, she knelt down and gently shook the sleeping Raimundo as she called lowly, "Rai, wake up."

"What," he grumbled as he only stirred slightly. Shaking a little harder, she called out again in a slightly louder tone, "Wake up, I need to talk to you."

Finally sitting up on the couch, Raimundo's eyes focused in on Angel there, and he immediately asked, "Angel… is everything alight?"

"Yeah," she nodded with a smile, "I just need to talk to you."

"Oh, okay," he nodded and patted the spot next to him. Angel merely stood now and looked down at him as she gave a shake of her head. Reaching down, she pulled the sweater over her head and handed it back to him as she pointed toward the door, "No… outside."

"Oh… sure." He nodded as he once again slipped the shirt back on over his head. Getting up, the two of them started out the door and onto the porch, Angel breathing in the fresh air of morning as she walked out doors. Going over, she took one of the poles of the porch into her hands as she leaned on it and stared off down the street. Raimundo stood by for a moment, wondering what she was up to until she spoke indirectly to him, "What happened last night?"

Unsure of where to begin, Raimundo decided to start at the beginning as he stated, "Well, you called me at one o'clock and was crying for me to come and pick you up. You were inside a phone booth across the street from where we met, and you had obviously had too much to drink."

"Rai," she felt ashamed for her actions, "I'm so sorry I did that."

"It's okay," he assured her, "It's no big deal."

"No," she shook her head, "It is. What happened after that?"

"I brought you home and took you to put you in your bed… but…"

"But what?" she noticed how he had stopped.

"Angel, why are you asking me this," he hem-hawed around now, "Do you really not remember anything about last night?"

"If I remembered I wouldn't be asking." She told him as her eyes made their way to him. As she looked at him, she could tell that something was bothering him, causing her to ask, "What happened? I want to know."

"Well," his eyes fell away from hers, "You were telling me how much you wanted me and loving on me, kissing on me… Angel," he blushed profusely, "It's kind of embarrassing. I can't believe you don't remember."

Her eyes showed shock now as she looked at him, and shoving herself up from the pole, she now faced him as she asked, "Wait… are you trying to tell me that we…" she pointed in-between herself and him. Raimundo's eyes only grew wide as they now made it to meet with hers and he shook his head, "No… we did not Angel. I mean," a saddened look crossed his face now, "Its not to say you didn't want to, but… I just couldn't."

"But Raimundo…"

"No… let me finish Angel," he still refused to look at her, "Last night on the drive home, you had fallen asleep and in your sleep you were talking. I knew you were dreaming of Spicer because you were calling out to him, and asking him why he left and such, but…"

"Wait…" she stopped him, "I said that in my sleep?"

"You did," he informed her, "but despite that… when we got home and you loved on me, telling me how much you wanted me, I wanted to believe it even though I knew it wasn't me you really wanted."

"How do you know?" she looked at him now, her eyes seeming to show a slight flash of anger. He only passed a glance to her and gave her a look, "Angel, you were telling me you wanted me, but the closest thing in your mind was Spicer. I know this because even while loving you… you called to him. I… I didn't want to refuse you, but I couldn't Angel…. I couldn't love you when you don't love me." His head now hung and his stance grew flimsy as he became ashamed of himself before her.

Angel's eyes softened now as she looked at him, his hurt for the events having taken their toll on him finally Her eyebrows drew down in worry as she looked at him, and she softly spoke, "I'm sorry Raimundo… I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No," he shook his head and finally looked at her, "It's okay. I actually believe now that it could help me over you."

"Well, I'm glad… glad I could help you over me." She frowned, "I'm just sorry you couldn't help me over him."

"I'm sorry I couldn't either."

"Uhm," she thought of the jacket, "How did his jacket get on my bed?"

"Oh," he nodded, "Last night you asked me to get it for you. You kind of went hysterical on me, but I looked and looked for it until I found it, but by the time I got it back to you, you were already asleep so I just laid it on the bed beside you."

"I see," she thought of the items, "Those items he took from you… what would he do with them?"

"Oh, well he'd probably give them to Wuya, which by the way, are they in that jacket because if they are me and Omi need them back." He told her.

"They are," she told him but then asked, "What would Wuya do with them?"

"Well, she would normally use them to help her take over the world, but with them not working I don't know how much use they would be to her. Though," he thought, "She'd probably still want them just so she could say she had them… that's just how she is, always has to be on top.

"Indeed," she walked to the edge of the porch, "Then that pretty much means she would trade anything for them, huh?" she crossed her arms in front of her trying to hide the curiosities that were bubbling to the surface.

"Sure she would," Raimundo shrugged, "Why?"

"I dunno," Angel returned the shrug as she passed it off, 'Just seems like an awful lot of fuss over a comb and a glove."

"Hmmm… maybe."

"Well," Angel finally faced him as she walked over and placed her hand to his shoulder, "You look exhausted, maybe I should let you get back to sleep, but first…" she looked sadly at him, "I'm sorry for last night, though I'm glad you were there for me."

"It's okay," he assured her, "Really."

"Alright," she nodded, "Then I'll let you go back to sleep."

With that, the two of them then headed back into the house, Angel to her bedroom and Raimundo to the bathroom. As Angel's door shut behind her, however, she leaned back onto it as it clicked shut. Staring across the room, she knew for a fact now that there had been more to her dream than even she had realized. Somehow, even now, Jack it seemed was trying to get in touch with her through their dreams, his words being enough to convince her of it, and making it impossible for her to sleep until she proved it to be right.

Clenching her fists tightly, she closed her eyes and thought of him as she announced lowly, "I will find you, and I will know the truth in all of this." Then with that she started across the room and once again picked the jacket up from the bed. As she held it up, it fell to full length in front of her as she then brought it around and slipped it on over her shoulders. Zipping it up, she then reached down and patted at the items hidden in the pockets before going to the door and quietly sneaking out into the hallway.

Quickly and silently, Angel made her way out of the house and out onto the street, where she fell into a full fledged run. As she continued to run, she thought of her plan and hoped that with any chance, it might bring her the answers she so desperately searched for.

From up in the unseen hideout, Wuya had begun to grow bored with remaining in the same area. Sure, Catterina had promised her all the things she had wished for in return for the retrieval of Jack, but so far only some of it had been delivered. Getting up from the chair she had pretty much claimed as hers, she started across the room looking around and having a chance to be nosey since Catterina seemed to be out for the moment.

Here recently, more so since the deliverance of Jack, Catterina had begun to disappear for hours during the day, secluding herself in a secret room, she being the only one that knew what lay behind the closed door.

Taking a walk around the room, Wuya's eyes immediately fixated upon the crystal there and it struck her interest as she walked over and looked at it more closely. She hadn't seen anything the night before when Jack had requested to look into it, but it spoke for itself enough just by the look upon his face. With one last glance around the room, she reached out and placed her hand upon it, knowing she could see whatever she wished with it, but only if she could get it to work for her. As her hand came down on it colors within began to swirl about causing her to bring the other hand up and place it upon the glass also. With a grin, she knew the object had complied for her and she closed her eyes as she requested, "Show me the girl."

Eventually, Raimundo stepped from the bathroom, and though they had talked about the previous evening and what had taken place, he somehow felt the urge to speak with Angel more about it. Staring forward, he looked at her bedroom door and walked over reluctantly placing his knuckles upon the wood as he gave three sharp knocks.

Waiting a moment, he grew a little confused when no answer came, but decided she might have fallen back to sleep as he reached out and pushed the door open a little. His eyes grew shocked, and his mouth fell slightly open however, when he noticed her gone, and a strange premonition suddenly came over him. Turning, he quickly went to Mark's room to make sure she hadn't stopped by there, but found that she wasn't in either room. Heading on down the hallway, he came into the living room, hoping by chance that she may have stepped back out onto the porch, but was shocked as Omi came around the end of the couch and shook his head, "She is gone Raimundo."

"What," he gasped, "No way… where did she go?"

"I do not know," Omi shrugged, "But… oddly enough, she was wearing Jack Spicer's jacket."

"No," Raimundo almost seemed to double over with pain. Omi was quickly at his side, confused now, as he asked his friend, "What is it Raimundo?"

"Our Shen Gong Wu was in that jacket." Rai informed him.

"Perhaps Angel did not know." Omi suggested.

"No," Rai shook his head again in disbelief, "She knew alright, and she knew the whole time she was asking me about it that she wasn't going to give them back. Ahhh," he grunted out, "I can't believe I've been so blind!"

"You cannot see!?" Omi grew concerned for his friend. Raimundo, not feeling up to Omi's lack of knowledge of figures of speech only stood up straight and looked to the door, "We have to go after her… I have a feeling she's getting herself into a heap of trouble."

"But how will we know where she is going?"

"We'll just have to follow the path I know best, and hope it leads us to her." Rai stated, "Now come one… we're wasting time!" With that, the both of them headed out the door, and down the same path Raimundo had walked many times, hoping to find Angel.

Angel ran as fast as she could down the sidewalk still, and had kept running until she had reached the very spot she had first seen Wuya. Coming to a sudden stop, she bent over for a moment to catch her breath as she then reached into her pocket and pulled out the golden clawed glove. Watching it glint within the sunlight for a moment, she then stood up straight and thrust it upward as she called out, "Hey Wuya! I have something of interest for you! If you want it… come and get it!"

Standing for a moment with her arm outstretched, Angel awaited a sign that something would happen, but when nothing did, she allowed her arm to fall. Hanging her head, she grew aggravated at failing at her last attempt to find Jack, thus causing her to bring her arm up and toss the item harshly onto the ground.

"Damn it," she grumbled to herself, but was quickly taken aback by a sudden presence behind her. Turning, she stared at Wuya there, though the form didn't match the one she had seen before. Taking a step back, she reached down and quickly retrieved the glove and stared up at the woman before her as she asked, "Who are you?"

"Aww," Wuya stated, "I'm flattered you don't recognize me… though you somehow seem to know my name, and the fact I seek Shen Gong Wu."

"You're… Wuya?" Angel stuttered.

"In the flesh my dear," she flaunted and took a step forward, "But what's got me intrigued is the fact you are here with Shen Gong Wu, and searching for me."

"Fine," Angel kept her eyes on the woman as she tightened her grip upon the item, "I'm here to offer you a proposition."

"A proposition and what might that be?" she grinned cunningly.

"First… I know you know where Jack is. I want you tell me you know, and let me know that he is okay."

Wuya looked down at the girl, impressed by the fact she was bold enough to make such a move, but then only shrugged, "Of course I know where Jack is, and he's fine though he whines far too much about you to suit me."

Angel's eyes grew huge and sorrowful as she now realized Jack did still care, and she did still cross his mind. However, her composure of the situation was swiftly taken back as her seriousness returned and she requested, "Take me to him. If you do," she held the Golden Tiger Claws out and then reached into her pocket and pulled out the other item, "I'll give both of these to you."

Wuya's eyebrow rose as she smiled and she informed Angel, "I must say I am impressed with your idea of this, but most of all the fact your willing to give up such power for something so worthless as Jack."

"He's not worthless," Angel glared, "Now will you do it or not?"

Thinking for a moment, Wuya thought of Catterina's promise to deliver all the Shen Gong Wu to her, but so far she had seen nothing. Now, before her very eyes were two of the items, the Golden Tiger Claws specifically that could offer assistance in her retrieval of others. With a nod of her head, Wuya agreed, "I'll do it, but you have to realize that you can't stay. None of this would go over well with Catterina if she was to find you, so you'll have to make your time quick."

"Fine," Angel held the items out, flinching a little as Wuya grabbed them up. Then without warning, Angel's arm was grasped by the witch, and the mystical glove was put into use as Wuya called out, "Golden Tiger Claws!"

From down the sidewalk and around the corner, Raimundo and Omi had just come into view in time enough to hear the name of the Wu called out, and to see it activate. Raimundo's jaw dropped as he watched the rip in time consume the air in front of Angel and Wuya and in a mad dash, he ran toward the two of them, calling out, "Angel! NO!"

However, by the time he had reached them, they had disappeared and the portal had once again closed, leaving him feeling helpless to save Angel. Looking down at Omi, who had come up beside him now, Raimundo shook his head, "She's gone."

"But," Omi protested, "I thought the Shen Gong Wu did not work."

"They didn't, but" he raised his head up and looked into the sky, "No matter what, I'm going to have to find a way up there to save Angel."

"But how…" Omi looked up with him, his voice trailing off as they both tried to think of a way to reach the unknown area.