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Okay it may not make much sense right now because I jumped from one storyline to another but trust me it will all come together soon. It might seem like Angel is just sitting back and doing nothing but really he is just in serious shock…

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but Kyla and Jacob. And some original characters later in the story.

Chapter two: After the battle

In Los Angeles, the mood was subdued. The battle they had fought, the lives that had been lost. There was no simple solution for this; it wasn't the end of the world and this was not the apocalypse that was prophesized. Angel paced back and forth as his team lay broken and bloody in the lobby of the Hyperion. He understood they were not safe here and that this was a dumb place to hide, but he had no other place to go. Wesley was dead, lying limp on the floor, eerily splayed out on the pentacle stain on the tiles. Gunn was near death and bleeding heavily on the poof he was sitting on. Spike and Illyria were pressing bandages against the wounded hero. This was most unusual of Illyria; she was constantly glancing at Wesley's body. There was no hope at all. They had narrowly escaped the battle when Illyria made a portal; she left shortly after and returned with Wesley's body. Why had they lost so much this year! Fred, Cordelia, Wesley, and now Gunn was practically comatose. He had messed up and now he regretted ever trying this stupid plan.

"Angel! His heart is waning. He will not last much longer." Illyria said tilting her head strangely to the side. Her glassy eyes fluttered once again to Wesley.

"Gunn...Gunn...GUNN WAKE UP!!" Spike yelled as he felt no pulse... Gunn was dead! Angel felt a sharp pain in his gut. His heart hardened at this revelation... A familiar smell wafted to his nose, and the distinct sound of foot prints alerted him.

"Buffy..." was all he murmured as he looked at Spike. Spike nodded and continued his attempt to wake Gunn from death. The only way he could possibly think of would cause big problems in the future.

The door slammed open and Buffy walked in with a pack of girls around her. She looked angelic with her perfect face framed with hair. Angel widened his eyes….she looked better than he had ever seen her. Snaps and gasps were heard all around as Angel fought to regain his composure. Spike looked up and gave Buffy a grave look. She did a double take and then gasped. There were more important things going on then a reunion between lovers.

"I will work on him you guys get Wesley of the floor…" A familiar voice said behind the group of girls. It was Willow, and she was motioning toward Gunn's body. She quickly poured a liquid down his throat; he began gagging. Angel ran over and actually spoke.

"What did you do? Will he be okay?" He stammered at Willow, who was trying her best to revive Gunn. She looked at him strangely and then shot a glance at Wes.

"How long has he been dead?" she asked. Angel shook his head and looked at Illyria.

"He has been deceased for less than an hour if I have my calculations correct." Illyria said blatantly. Willow smiled and yelled at another woman.

"Kennedy! Get to Wesley! He can still be saved!" She yelled. All the while Buffy was whispering things to the other girls who hadn't joined the rescue efforts. Bits and pieces of conversation wafted Angel's way.

"…rescuing loved ones…." "The battle is…" "I know but…" It wasn't anything useful. Buffy walked over to Angel and gave a silent bashing with her eyes.

"You didn't tell me Spike was alive!!" She said in a low whisper.

"We have more important matters." Angel said indicating the two bodies on the floor. "Are you guys here to fight? We really need the help."

"We will talk about it later then huh!" Buffy was yelling now and she moved herself to Wesley's side. "How's he doing, Will?"

"I think we got him the potion just in time…They really just need to rest a bit." Willow said checking Wesley's vital signs; he was breathing.

They carefully moved the wounded men upstairs and into beds. Angel was mystified as they headed back down to the lobby. How in the world did they bring Wesley back to life, and … well… Gunn was more understandable, he had just barely died…he could have been resuscitated.

"What's going on Buff…?" Angel began but was interrupted by a loud slapping noise. Spike was holding his hand tenderly to the side of his face.

"What the hell was that for BUFFY" Spike yelled. "What about a 'nice to see you Spike' or an 'I am so glad your not dead Spike… All I get is a Bleeding Slap!!" Angel had to admit he was pleased with Buffy's actions.

"We… um … heard about your little problem. You may not have realized it but we have spies in Wolfram and Hart, and The Circle of the Black Thorn. We… um … figured you could use the help… yeah." Willow said. Angel could hear the lies in her voice, but he decided not to deal with it yet.

"What about the whole… bringing people back from the dead??" Angel asked. Willow looked uncomfortable.

"We developed a potion that mystically can bring back life." A woman sat solemnly on the sofa and crossed her legs as she spoke. Buffy gave Angel a look. "The window is small. If we administer the potion in time we can grasp the life that escaped. It was Willows Idea."

"We can't bring back Vampires…" Buffy said. Angel's face fell. The room quieted and the silence was unbearable.

"I should go check on Wesley…" Willow said getting up.

Slowly Willow rose up and took the group of girls upstairs. Buffy was left with Angel, Spike, and Illyria.

"Were you ever going to tell me you didn't die?" Buffy asked sarcastically crossing her arms.

"I tried to tell you a few weeks ago but unfortunately you were too busy schmoozing with The Immortal." Spike answered. Buffy shook her head. "And anyway I thought you have spies everywhere! Why didn't you know!"

"I don't have spies anywhere! I go where I am told and I kill things! Nobody tells me anything!" Buffy was yelling and she looked close to tears.

"Buff…" Angel began

"Shut up!" She yelled, the hurt in her voice was nearly unbearable. Buffy must have noticed that, because she masked it with anger. "You guys this is ridiculous! Why did you turn evil, and why did you think you could take on the circle of the black thorn?"

Angel understood now. "I'm not evil. Spike… well … never mind… Buff we need to talk." Angel motioned toward the empty room that was once his office. Buffy crossed her arms and walked inside, leaving spike alone with Illyria.

Kyla printed out the discussion from the chat room. The group had mentioned something about a hotel in Los Angeles, the Hyperion. The bus would take a few days to get there but it was cheap enough for her. She packed a bag with clothes and some food, and walked out the door. There was no one that would stop her from getting Jacob back now.