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The gang met up at a small cafe the next morning. After ordering some breakfast, they were left alone while it was cooked.
"So, we all know who we are, right?" Gunn asked.
"Yeah."
"Just checkin'." He looked around. "Any idea how we got here?"
"Through a portal. Were you not watching?" Illyria asked.
"I meant, any idea on where we are? Like, we know *who* we are, here and back home. But who's runnin' this? Our fake past and everythin'. I mean, *damn*! Have you seen the size of my house? It's huge!"
"You'd think they'd make us forget our real past, make it like a dream." Angel mused. "So why do we remember?"
"Maybe we were meant to." Connor said. "Maybe we're meant to be here now."
"Who else'd be here?" Spike asked. "Maybe it might've been others that got sent here, too. An' we jus' got caught in the...line of fire, or somethin'."
"No." Angel said. "If it did-"
He stopped as a waitress started to bring them their food. Altough Illyria didn't eat, she'd ordered some chips and a burger.
"Do you want a baby seat for the little guy?" She asked, bending over a little to pet Spike's head.
"Yeah, please." Angel slapped a hand over Spike's mouth to stop the comment before it had a chance to leave his lips.
The waitress didn't notice and went to retrieve a baby seat. She returned a moment later, and then headed into the kitchen to get the rest of their order.
Gunn picked Spike up and sat him in it. He squirmed to free himself.
"Get me outta this!" He demanded.
"Shh, man." Gunn hissed.
"You're supposed to be a three year old Spike. Forget how old you *were* back home." Angel said.
"Fine. You get me outta this or i'll scream." He threatened.
"You scream and you won't be able to move for a week."
Spike's reply cut off when the women returned. She gave them the rest of their food and went away.
"I do not like these." Illyria announced after a moment. "THey are too salty, and will go straight to my hips."
"Girl's gotta sense of humor." Gunn laughed.
After they ate, and paid the bill, thtey left, heading for the park.
Spike tugged on Angel's leg half way there.
"What?"
"I gotta go to the bathroom."
He laughed. "Can you even reach?"
"No."
"Guys, you go on, we'll catch up."
They sat at the park. When they started getting strange looks-mainly at Spike-Gunn noticed the problem. Spike was in a three years old body. And he was in the park. Boy's his age would be playing.
"Go sit on the swing." He whispered.
"What?!"
"You're three years old, man. They're gonna think you're bein' punished or we're bad parents."
"Don't care. 'M not gonna sit on a bloody swing."
When they got more looks, Gunn picked him up and sat him on the swing, ignoring his curses. He took some pictures, too.
"So how do you plan on getting back?" Gunn asked, joining the others.
"We can see if Willow or the others were brought here, too." Angel said.
"That might have to wait, Angel." He murmered.
"Why?"
"We got some guests."
"Demons." Connor said. "I count at least thirty."
"Let's go. As in; run. We can't fight them here, in broad daylight."
Conner picked up Spike and they ran to Illyria's appartment, that was convieniently across the street.
"I thought it was too good to be true." Gunn cursed.
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Sorry, i know it's knida short and all talkative, but i promise that the next chapter will be *a lot* of violence.
Review anyway please.
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