Angel was not having a very good day. First, he ripped up his favorite coat fighting off a demon to save a poor woman, then he got hit by the poor woman’s husband who didn’t believe in demons, his car got towed so he had to get Cordelia to get it for him, and now he was stuck going home via sewers again.
“At least things can’t get any worse.” He said as he tried to be optimistic. He opened the door to his basement apartment and saw Cordelia and Doyle helping this battered man who seems to be dead. The smell of blood was very strong. “What’s going on?”
”Angel?! Oh my god, we found Angel all beaten-“ Cordelia stopped and saw Angel and then the beaten up Angel. “Huh? Wha?”
“Who…” Angel looked down at the bloody version of himself. While he couldn’t look in a mirror, he knew who the man was. “No way.”
“It’s you and you.” Cordelia pointed to the two vampires. “I’m confused.”
“Makes two of us, Delia.” Doyle looked at the two.
“Three.” Angel knelt down beside the wounded man who was staring at him. “Who are you?”
The battered Angel shook his head slightly in pain and gurgled out something. Angel saw the hole in his throat. “Looks like he can’t say anything. What about his stuff?”
“We didn’t check. We thought he’s you.” Cordelia paused, “Did you have a twin brother we didn’t know about?”
“I don’t think so.” Angel reached into the other Angel’s pockets and got out a torn up cell phone and a wallet. He opened the wallet and said, “He has my name.” He flipped through to see several photos of what he thinks is a older more rugged Wesley, Cordelia with different hair styles, a green demon with red horns and a very loud suit, a couple of people he didn’t recognize and Spike.
“Look at my hair!” Cordelia looked at the picture of herself with blond hair. “What was I doing, channeling Buffy? And... is that Wesley?” She pointed to the scruffy looking Englishman. “Nah. Can’t be. He’s so… machoy. So, what do we do with him?”
“We’ll have to help him. Get out the bandages and we can patch him up. When he’s healed enough, we can find out more about him.” Angel said.
The older Angel nearly moaned. He was in a real mess. Right now, he couldn’t tell them anything, literally. But, what could he tell them once he healed up? So much happened that he needed to tell them but the future would change in a way he couldn’t stand.
“Okay, Pod Angel, let’s get you fixed up.” Cordelia said as she got out the first aid kit and started bandaging her alternate version of her boss.
XXX
Meanwhile, in Sunnydale…
“You got to be kidding me.” Buffy said in shock as she looked at the Spike in the bathtub and the one being held by Xander.
“I’m not sharing my bathtub with him.”
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