Title: Changes
Series: A NEW LIFE
Author: MarieC
Email: mariecynthia2003@yahoo.com
Feedback: Please. Be gentle: this is my first fic
Archive: None
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Spoilers: Spike is chipped; Angel is Spike's Sire; No Fred or Connor;
Buffy did not die
Rating: R
Warning: Transgender fic, mentions of rape
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Joss
Whedon, ME, WB, UPN, etc.
Note: I would like to thank Shamenka for inspiring my first foray
into fanfic! Also, many thanks to Ghostsforge for her beta help and
answering numerous technical questions.

1/7

Angel sat in his dimly lit office staring at a piece of paper in his
hand. He had not moved in over an hour. He could not shake the sense
of doom plaguing him. He was unsure why he was so uneasy. There was
no impending apocalypse and Cordelia had not had a vision in days.
Things were eerily quiet. He continued to ponder the situation when
suddenly Cordelia's voice brought him back to reality.

'Hey brood-boy! Snap out of it!' As Cordelia was proceeding to
playfully insult Angel again, her eyes fell upon the worried face of
her vampire friend. 'Angel...' she asked calmly, 'what's wrong?'

Angel slowly looked up from the invoice to meet the concerned face of
his friend. 'I'm not sure, Cordy.' He deposited the paper on his
large mahogany desk, placed his face in his hands, and ran his
fingers through his gelled locks. Angel sighed and continued, 'I've
had a bad feeling for days.'

'Well, it's pretty quiet on the Demony front here. And hey, no mind-
splitting headaches lately are a bonus too!' Cordelia's attempts at
humour fell on deaf ears. Her tone became more serious. 'Maybe
something is going on in Sunnydale. Maybe Buffy needs help.'

'If she did need assistance, I'm not sure if she would call me
anyway.' Angel paused taking an unnecessary breath. 'Maybe I'll call
just to check, though.'

Angel picked up the phone to dial the Summers' residence. There was
no answer and Angel felt awkward leaving a message on the machine. He
replaced the receiver quietly. He could not reconcile his fears
internally. He brooded for a few more hours and then decided to take
a trip to Sunnydale.

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