Title: Come To Play
Author: Starla
Email: starla@buffymail.com
Disclaimer: These Characters belong to Joss Whedon, except Gorlock, Alana, Adrian Townsend, and anyone else you don't recognize.
Distribution: Take it, but let me know. If you have any of my other fics, go ahead.
Author's Notes: It *will* be B/A I promise. I realise this part is a little depressing. Sorry. Season 4 did happen, Fish Boy did date Buffy, Angel went to LA, etc.
Spoilers: I dunno. Anything is possible, be warned.
Summary: 150 years after the Scooby Gang die, they return to Earth to help out the current Slayer and her Slayerettes.

Part 1


2 Days Later


Adrian rested his finger on the page, shaking his head in wonder. Apparently, the Warriors were a group of demon hunters from the late 20th century, centering around a young, very powerful Slayer. He sighed, knowing that he would find no more information from these books.

He put the volume down, deep in thought. He knew that Angel and Spike had lived through the twentieth century. Perhaps they had heard of these Warrior people. It was a long shot, he supposed. But any information he could get his hands on would help.

He picked up the phone, dialing Angel's beeper number. The two vampires were at the local club with Alana and her friends, whom had somehow been dubbed as the Slayerettes. According to Alana, Spike had casually referred to them by the name one day, and it had stuck.

He put the phone down, knowing Angel would return to the library with the others as soon as possible.

Angel sat in the Bronze with Alana, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. She sighed happily and snuggled into his chest, stroking his arm lightly with her fingers.

"This place hasn't changed in a hundred and fifty years." He murmured, his eyes wandering over the dark club.

She cocked her head to the side and looked up at him. "You came here a hundred and fifty years ago?"

She was interested in Angel's past, the mysterious yesterday he never spoke of. She had asked him a few times about what his life had been like, but he tended to avoid the subject.

She knew the basics, of course. Sired in Ireland by a female vampire in 1753. Caused havoc in Europe before being cursed by a clan of Gypsies in the late 19th century, been in America ever since.

But the other stuff. His friends, his family. Had he had dreams for the future? Had he ever been in love?

As usual, he evaded her question, answering with a simple "Yes." A flicker of pain appeared in his eyes before he pushed it away, changing the subject, smiling at her.

"How was your day?"

She paused a moment before grinning. "Awful. I had a *huge* math test, which I totally failed, and then I had to do a little unscheduled slayage when a kid in my biology class grew a second head. But you know what???"

He smiled down at her, the shadows moving over his handsome face. "What?"

"It's better now that you're here." She replied, reaching up and kissing him softly.

Angel kissed her back, groaning when his beeper went off. "Not now......" He moaned, and Alana giggled.

He stood, taking her hand and pulling her up with him. "C'mon. Let's go see what Adrian wants."

Adrian shrieked as the library started to shake. From above, a white light appeared, blinding him for a moment. When it cleared, 9 strangers stood before him, their bodies seeming to shimmer for a moment before they dedicated themselves to this reality.

A beautiful brunette rolled her eyes as she looked around the musty library. "Some things never change. You'd think after 150 years they could get a decent colour scheme in here."

An older, lanky man stepped forward. "I assume you must be Mr. Townsend. It's lovely to meet you. I am Rupert Giles."

"Are...Are you the Warriors?" Adrian asked, looking from one person to the next.

A short boy with red tinged hair screwed up his nose. "It's a little formal, but it'll do."

The taller, dark haired boy held up his hands. "If you don't mind, we prefer the Scooby Gang. This isn't an episode of Xena."

Adrian looked confused.

A girl with brilliant blonde hair falling down her back smiled gently. "20th Century Pop Culture reference. Never Mind. I'm Buffy, and these are my Slayerettes."

Adrian was about to open his mouth and comment on the name, when the door swung open, revealing Angel and Alana, followed by Kressa and Lee, Spike and Kelly.

Angel stopped dead in his tracks, his throat going dry. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

< It can't be... > His mind whispered.

"Deadboy!!!" Xander exclaimed, clapping his hands. "Just the man we need to complete the party."

Wesley nodded. "Angel. It's good to see you."

Doyle grinned. ""Ello Old Man. Do you think Long Time no see covers it?"

Cordelia walked over and gave him a quick hug. "Hey Boss Man." She said when she pulled away.

Alana studied Angel, watching the expression on his face go from complete and utter disbelief to complete shock in a matter of seconds. A million questions raced through her mind, all of them centering on who the hell these people where.

The room fell silent, and for the first time Alana realized that Angel was staring intently at a blonde girl in the centre of the group, her eyes on the floor.

Slowly, she raised them, locking gazes with Angel.

Finally, she spoke, her voice a throaty whisper.

"Hello Lover."




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