A/N: This story was inspired by a story request I received from BellaVision. I've incorporated some of her requests as well as a few twists and turns of my own. So to BellaVision and all the rest of you I hope you enjoy.

A/N 2: A little background this is a crossover between Buffy and Angel set after Conner's birth, but before the whole baby snatching thing, after Spike gets his soul back, but without the whole completely evil Willow plot line. In my world Willow was helped by Giles who never quite left, so while Tara is out of the picture I haven't quite determined whether she'd dead or just poof out of the picture. As for pairings well Buffy/Angel was requested there will be an interesting twist with Spike and Conner, Anya/Xander, and Giles/(let's see if you can guess), others will probably be paired off as I go, but these are just the ones I've established so far.

Disclaimer: Nope unfortunately I don't own any of it, Buffy and Angel belong to Joss and the idea stems from a challenge by BellaVision.

Sometimes dying doesn't really mean ceasing to exist. That was a lesson the Sunnydale and LA crews had learned early on in their respective tours protecting the world from things that go bump in the night. Humans died and then were reborn as vampires, slayers were brought back from the dead by magic, and corpses were reanimated as zombies; death just didn't mean what it use to once you realized it wasn't necessarily a permanent condition. The Irish man sipping whiskey at the end of Willey's Bar knew that fact all too well. After he'd given his life in the fight against evil nearly five years ago and now here he was back walking around with another job to do.

"It' not like they let me be with me Princess, nope sent me 'ere to make a babe. To the powers." The man slurred into his shot. In life Doyle hadn't been known for holding his liquor well and the truth was that death hadn't improved that particular talent.

A & B

On the other side of town Buffy and Spike wandered through one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries, patrolling for creatures of the night and other beings up to no good. Spike watched Buffy moving through the night searching for evil, but the passion he'd fallen in love with seemed to be missing. Oh she faked the energy, but he could see through it. She was putting on a façade for the world around her, but the reality was her actions had about as much passion as a seventh grade talent show. The slayer of legend was simply going through the motions.

Lighting a cigarette and following behind her, Spike kept vigil over her determined to make sure she was safe and that she came home safe and sound to Little Bit every night. He loved Little Bit like a baby sister and she'd been the only thing that had kept him from walking out into the morning sun after losing Buffy to Glory. Buffy's death had been hard on everyone, but Little Bit had been lost without her big sister there and blamed herself for Buffy's death, because Buffy had died in Dawn's place. Spike had made it his mission to watch out for his girls, even if that meant letting Buffy work out her issues on his body. Tossing the butt of his smoke on the ground and crushing it beneath his boot, Spike continued on his private mission; protecting the family he longed to be part of.

A & B

Spike wasn't the only being watching the Slayer. The Powers That Be were not by nature generous and open, but this young woman had drawn their attention during her tenure as Slayer. She had lasted longer than any Slayer thus far. She challenged the Council of Watchers and refused to serve them and bend to their will. She was truly the Slayer as she served only the sacred duty, to protect innocents. She showed mercy to those who meant no harm and those unable to harm. In her duties she was just and fair to all and sacrificed greatly for the good of the many. Unlike many before her this Slayer did not judge only humans worthy of protection; she saw the heart of a being be it human or demon. She was the Slayer of prophecy and as such deserved to be rewarded for her service.

Others who this Slayer had touched were also proving themselves worthy of notice as well. The vampire cursed with a soul now guarded LA with all of his ability, to prove himself worthy of it. The one who walked beside her this night and many other nights had sought out and claimed his soul to prove his worth. This vampire however, had never needed a soul to show love or to save the world. Had he committed great acts of evil? Of course, but such was expected of his race and as such his actions went against the very nature of his being. He nursed and tended to his sister of the night despite her madness, being tender and gentle beyond measure, loving her with all that he was. Then to choose a soul through free will, such was unheard of from his bloodline.

This Slayer was extraordinary and those drawn to service at her side were proving themselves worthy of attention as well. Perhaps the time of prophecy was truly upon them and the future was soon to be rewritten. It was with much thought and care that the higher beings drew attention to things that were destine to come to pass. He who had once watched and served the Council the Slayer had rejected, but now fought beside that which he was raised to hate, would soon see thrice what once was one.

A & B

Wesley had fallen asleep over a large tome, yet again. Scrolls, tablets, ancient yellowed parchment and thick musty tomes littered the office around the sleeping watcher turned rouge demon hunter. The man looked almost childlike amongst all his research. The entire LA gang had been pulling all-nighters and working around the clock since a vastly pregnant Darla had shown up on their doorstep. Something was definitely up, but what exactly was the question. The books beneath the sleeping man began to glow softly and then the light faded away, as though they'd been touched by a higher being briefly and then left where they were.

The answers were waiting to be found when the exhausted man awoke. Only time would tell if the groups in question were ready for what the future held for them. The messages were there waiting to be found. The Powers had done what they intended, they had revealed what was written and set things in motion. What once would have gone wrong would now be set right, and what was meant to be would be. Truth would shine true and lies would be unmasked for what they were.