NOTE: Since Angel now knows he is not fully turned into Booth yet, due to the heart set back, he is again being referred to as Angel in this chapter, until the additional changes occur releasing him from his Angel persona forever. Or at least until death or until the Powers decide they need him back – anything can happen w/ the Powers That Be!

Here is chapter 6 bnbfanatic & I hope you enjoy this chapter probably another two chapters and it will be done

Chapter 6

Booth's Bedroom in DC. . .

Angel and Cordy were stunned by the shocking blast of light and the opening of a portal. They could only wait to see what transpired from there.

From within the portal opening stepped none other than, Spike and Ilyria!

"Whew!" Spike yelled, "That was a bloody crazy ride!"

Angel was first to address them, "What the h3ll are you doing here Spike?!" he said with distasteful emphasis on his name. To which Cordelia added, "Spike, you two should not have come! This doesn't concern you!" she yelled, angered by his appearance.

"Now don't get your panties in a bunch your highness!" Spike said sarcastically. "You think I am going to sit by while the Powers let ANGEL become human?! What if that prophecy was still meant for ME?!" He shouted.

"Spike, you know as well as I do that it was never supposed to be about you! The prophecy even spoke of a baby and – uh, I'm sorry but, I just don't recall you having one of those! So, you need to get over yourself!" Angel corrected the mistaken Vampire. Cordelia added, "And Spike, you have no control over the Powers! You cannot stop what they have begun."

Then it was Illyria's turn to throw her thoughts in the mix. "But what of I?" she said, which no one in the room quite knew what she meant, they merely stared at her with confusion. "I am not like any of you . . .you, whatever you say you are. The Powers should have no control over my actions. I feel an unpleasantness when I think of Angel being no more. It is not unlike when Wesley died"

"Spike, Illyria," Angel spoke, calming the level of his voice down to more of a soothing tone, "I can appreciate what you are trying to do, really. I wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do either but I just have a feeling deep in my gut that, well that this is the right thing for whatever reason the Prophecy and the Powers wish it to be." He continued, "I also have other reasons that are personal, none of which I will be sharing with you but that I need you to accept my decision. I am not doing this under duress or under threats of death or any other types of threats from the PTB."

Cordelia piped up adding, "Spike, you and Illyria are not going to remember any of your past experiences, your memories of your time with Angel will be replaced with other memories that will be decided upon by the PTB. Only the memories that involved any recollection of Angel, no other memories will be effected."

"So you really just need to get over it already!" She finished.

Then Cordelia moved towards Angel, grabbing his hands and turning him towards her, keeping his fingers locked within her own. "Angel, The Powers have figured out what changes they needed to make to assure that everything goes perfectly this time, and your body is already stronger so you won't weaken so quickly this time. So right now you wi- . . .

She didn't get to finish her next sentence because out of no where Spike suddenly lunged towards them, breaking their bond of hands and pushing Cordy out of the way. He then slugged Angel from out of nowhere, blind siding him with a right hook to the jaw.

Illyria and Cordy moving further out of the way, clear from the powerful fists that were now flying rampantly in the room. Angel pulled himself from the ground, shaking off his surprise over the sudden attack. "Spike, you have always been nothing but trouble!" as he then took a lunge forward and slugged Spike in the gut with all the force he could generate.

Spike recovered quickly and went for Angel's throat, trying to choke him. His malicious intent was to render the Vampire unconscious so he could force him to go back through the Portal that he and Illyria were ready to spout the very words that would open the mystic tunnel to LA instantaneously.

Angel had a feeling he knew what Spike was hoping to accomplish so he brought his hands up pushing them up and through Spike's arms and then Angel swung his own arms up and out and with that move he was easily able to break the hold that Spike's hands had on his neck. He then brought his right fist back around and up, hitting Spike just under his chin in a vigorous upper cut.

This propelled Spike backwards where he landed on his back at the foot of the bed on 'Booth's' room. Angel was on top of him before he could recover, his arm in a choke hold across Spike's throat, but unlike Spike, Angel wasn't planning to choke him unconscious, he just needed to keep his platinum blonde nemesis still long enough to talk some sense into him.

"Spike enough! I cannot let you do this, I cannot let you ruin what is obviously meant to be! You need to get a hold of yourself and let things unfold the way they need to unfold, the way that the Powers have always intended. I can appreciate what you thought you were doing, but you have to believe that the Powers also have plans for you, it's inevitable!"

Spike finally seemed to calm underneath Angel's grasp, he wasn't sure if somehow the Powers were already stepping in or what was happening, all he knew is that he suddenly lost his resolve to fight and to stop Angel's evolution into his new human persona. Angel could tell something had shifted, the air in the room was cool all of a sudden and he could sense the change in Spike's attitude. He knew that if he removed his arm from Spike's throat, that he would not start fighting again.

Then they attention was brought to Illyria who yelled out "Spike, Angel, I think Cordelia may be having another vision!" then pointing the men's attention over towards their beautiful friend. Cordelia's eyes had once again been replaced by the white glow and she had levitated almost an entire foot above the ground.

They stared in silence while Angel removed himself from the top of Spike's vertical form, reaching his hand out to help pull the man who had become his 'Frenemy' of sorts, up from the floor.

Only seconds later, Cordy had already started to turn back to her normal and grounded state. She immediately alerted them as to what she had just been shown by the PTB. "Spike, the Powers were forced to take over your spirit for but a couple of minutes, they needed this intrusion to stop so what is meant to be, can proceed."

Then she added, "They also showed me that there are indeed plans for you and for Illyria. So you have nothing to fear and no reason to stop this from taking place, because if you did succeed, it would only bring misfortune and heartache to everyone and the plans they have in store for the two of you, would cease to exist. Trust me when I say this Spike!" she added.

Angel then had his own remarks to make, "Spike that is what I was trying to tell you earlier, I think that the PTB must have somehow informed me of the plans for you and Illyria as well, when they had taken me uhm . . . 'up there' or wherever they had me, in an effort to repair my heart. But I am unable to remember the specifics."

"Angel, you were actually not supposed to recall any part of that, but that will happen in due time, once your prophecy is fully re-established."

"Okay, fine!" Spike said with obvious frustration in his voice purely due to the fact that he had to conceded. There were two things he hated more than anything. One was whenever he had to admit he was wrong, and the other being whenever he had to back down or concede to anything!

With that he and Illyria uttered the words to open the portal from which they had come, and go back to await their own new destiny. In a flash, they were gone, the room temperature returned to normal, and all was silent.

Cordy grasped Angel by his hands once again, knowing they needed to move quickly before any other unforeseen interruptions threatened to stop them again.

The white light, the same as the one from the alleyway, flashed once again, filling the small room with it's powerful brilliance. A few minutes into the process, Cordy could sense the tensing of Angel's hands and her ears were overcome by the guttural scream that escaped from his throat!

Could it be happening again? Or was this just a natural part of the new revised procedure? She hadn't been fully informed by the PTB, as usual, of what to expect or how long this would take. She tried to harness her own demonic-like power, and mentally project it into Angel's mind hoping to give him some of her own strength. Acting very much like a back-up generator of sorts in hopes that should Angel be weakened by this process, in any way – he would be better suited to fight through it and emerge as was initially intended, as a 100% full blooded American Man – a one very 'Special' Agent Seeley Booth.

TBC . . .

Will he make it through this time without any surprises? Or, will there be new problems that arise? Stay tuned to find out!