*~*~*~*~*

I woke up feeling like I had a sledgehammer taken to the back of my head. I also had the feeling I wasn't home. I took a breath and turned slowly in the bed. Oh dear God. There he was lying next to me sleeping softly. His dark hair tousled, his brown eyes hidden by his soft eyelids, his expression almost peaceful. My eyes wandered down a bit further. Thank you Lord! He sleeps in only his boxers! I could feel the silky material brush up against my bare thigh. Bare thigh? I took a quick look under the covers. I was only wearing my large T-shirt and panties.

The lifting of the covers caught his attention and his eyes flew open. I would have relished in this more if he didn't turn quickly and grab my throat. "Who are you?" he growled.

I tried to talk but the hold on my neck kind of prevented that. At least he realized that too and loosened his hold. "Meg," I managed to breathe out.

He paused to look me over. A half-naked woman in bed with him. He released my neck and stood, giving me an awesome view of his body. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at me again. I pulled the sheet to my chin.

"Okay, Meg, why are you in my bed?"

I shrugged. "Maybe you wanted me here?" Okay, that was ever so not lame. "I mean, I'm not sure."

His eyes wandered the room and landed on a small pile of women's clothing in a chair across the room. "I assume those are yours?"

I followed his eyes. "I think so." Without hesitating I stood, not minding that he could see most of my body. My shoulder length brown hair was ratted a little. My tan legs took long strides to the chair. Taking the clothes in my well-manicured hands I examined them with my blue eyes. "Yup. These are mine." I turned to him. "Mind if I use your shower?"

He seemed a bit lost. "Yeah." He pointed in the general direction and I went, taking the bundle of clothes with me.

*~*~*~*~*

After my shower I felt better. And looked better if I do say so myself. The oversized T-shirt gave way to a short-sleeved midriff top and I was wearing a pair of snug fitting jeans with a wide black belt looped around my waist. I descended the stairs into the lobby of the Hyperian to the sounds of an intense discussion.

"So you're telling me that neither of you saw her come back here with me?" Angel was questioning.

Cordelia shook her head. "For the fifth time, no."

"I believe we would have remembered you coming back with a woman to take to bed," Wesley retorted.

"I didn't bring her here to take her to bed." He paused. "Did I?"

I couldn't help but laugh. All eyes watched as I walked to them. "I don't think you did either, Angel." I smiled at the group. "Hello Cordelia, Wesley, how are you?"

Wesley was dumbfounded.

Cordelia glared. "Do I know you?"

"No, but I know you. And Wesley, Angel, Gunn, Buffy, Giles, Willow..." I trailed off. "But that's not the point."

Angel's eyes had shadowed when I mentioned Buffy. "How do you know us? Or the others?"

"I just do. It would take too long to explain. I just... know things. Like the time when Wesley made Angel wear the pink helmet. Or when Cordelia was in the museum talking about her big teeth to herself."

Cordelia frowned. "That wasn't my fault."

Angel glanced at her. "Big teeth?"

"Well now that you mention it..." Wesley began.

"In any event," I interrupted. "I'm here. And possibly for a while." I took a seat on the couch and watched for their reactions and impending questions. I didn't have to wait long.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you here?"

"Are you human?"

"How did you get in here?"

Well, at least they didn't beat around the bush on this. I took a deep breath and waited as the bombardment of questions slowed to a halt. "Okay. My name is Meg. I think I'm here on accident. Maybe this is a dream."

"Pretty wake-like dream I'm thinking," Cordelia quipped.

"I assure you I am human and I'm not sure how I got in here." I smiled at Angel. "Although I don't mind where I ended up."

He looked away.

Wesley cleared his throat. "Well, may I suggest that until we find out why you are here that you stay at the hotel? In your own room of course."

I nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. But there is one thing. I'd like to go to Wolfram and Hart."

This got Angel's attention. "What? Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy. There's just something that needs to be said to a certain lawyer." I had to do something. Just sitting around was not going to be an option.

Cordelia snorted. "Yeah, like 'go to hell?'"

The door to the lobby swung open as Gunn strode in. His eyes immediately landed on me as he stopped. "Who's this?"

I stood and extended my hand. "Hi Gunn, I'm Meg."

He looked me over as he shook my hand. "Do I know you?"

I held on to his hand for a little while longer as a smile crossed my lips. "Not yet, but I know you."

He jerked from my hand like ice would from an open flame. "Uh, right." He turned to Angel. "Friend of yours?"

"Not exactly."

"He just met me." I padded up to Angel in my bare feet, still eye level with him. "But you can call me friend."

He looked down at me with a scowl. "We'll see."

I nodded and turned to Gunn. "Care to give a girl a lift?"

He shifted on his feet. "Where to?"

"Wolfram and Hart."

He laughed. "You applying for a job?"

"Hmm, not a bad idea. But no. I have someone to see."

When he saw that I was serious he lost his smile. "You gotta be kiddin' me. You are not thinking of talking to those lawyers, are you?"

"I believe he's right," Wesley added. "You're not going to find any answers there. Or at least none that will help you."

"Oh, I know," I stated plainly. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to have a little fun while I'm here."

"A little fun?" Cordelia echoed. "A little fun would be shopping on the promenade. This is suicide."

I shrugged. "I don't know how long I'm going to be here. I might as well try and bring Lindsey around."

"You know Lindsey McDonald?" Angel took a cautious step towards me.

"Not personally, but I know more about him then you do. And I know that he cares about Darla. I know he loves her."

This made him stop. "No he doesn't."

I sighed. "Oh this is going to be so not fun." I sat on the couch and crossed my legs. "Fine. I'll stay." Crossing my arms I made it very clear that I did this against my will.

"Good," Angel said as he stormed off towards the kitchen.

Gunn huffed. "You sure got under that guy's skin."

"He's worried about Darla and now that I'm here he has one more thing to worry about. He's just stressed."

*~*~*~*~*

I stayed at the hotel. No one really wanted to talk to me except Wesley. He was curious about me.

"So you are from Earth?"

I nodded. "Portland, Oregon area. But it's like an alternate universe type thing I think. I mean, everything is about the same, but not."

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen." I sighed. "Thank you."

He paused. "Uh, for what?"

I smiled and leaned over, kissing his cheek. "For talking to me. Gunn went off on his own and Cordy is just... Well, she's Cordelia. And I've royally pissed off Angel."

Wesley reddened a little and smiled. "You're welcome." He touched his cheek where I kissed him before shaking himself. "Uh, yes. Now we should probably get to figuring out how it was that you ended up in Angel's bed."

"Well, the last thing I remember was falling asleep in my own bed. Then I woke up here." I smiled. "Not a bad wake-up if I do say so."

Wesley shifted on the couch beside me. "Well, perhaps there was some spell done or..."

"God wouldn't I love to tell Echo if that was true! But I don't think so. I don't know anyone who can cast spells, well, I did but she moved. I wonder if maybe it has something to do with that wish I made..."

"Uh, wish?"

"I was just playing around with this wish cube. If you solve the puzzle then you're supposed to make a wish and it would come true. Well, I solved it and I made this wish that I could come here and help you guys."

"So it sent you here." He nodded as if he understood.

"I knew I should have asked for that Mustang."

*~*~*~*~*

Several hours went by without event. Angel had emerged from his room to be presented with the information I had given Wesley.

"So if you're here to help," Angel began, "what do you do?"

I shrugged. "I can research, I'm a good fighter, I have medical background." I paused to smile. "And I've been told I have magic hands."

He quirked an eyebrow.

I sighed. "I give awesome massages." I raised my hands. "I have the warmest hands and also a little energy thing that I do."

"Energy thing?"

"I'm a Native American. And some elders taught me a few things. Plus, I improvise." I smiled at him. "Have to keep things interesting you know."

Wesley smiled. "I think she could be of some use."

Cordelia snorted.

Angel looked to the two of them before turning back to me. "I still don't understand what you want with Lindsey."

"Besides the fact that he's a hottie?"

Wesley and Cordelia tried not to laugh.

Angel wasn't amused. "Sexual interest is not worth getting yourself killed over."

I lost my smile. "No, but taking the time to possibly save someone's soul is worth it." I placed my hands on my hips and stared him down. "Or have you forgotten that it's not your choice what souls are worth saving?

His eyes flashed with anger as he grabbed my throat. "Lindsey McDonald doesn't have a soul to save."

I didn't flinch. "Neither did you."

His hold tightened and I struggled to breathe. His eyes found mine and he saw what most did when they looked into my eyes. He knew I wouldn't give up and that I had resolve. Things would go my way.

"Angel..." Cordelia slowly approached and put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't do this. Let her go."

Wesley picked up a cross and stake just in case.

Angel released me, his face softening. "I'm sorry." He held my shoulders and checked my neck. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and swallowed. Okay, so maybe that was a little close. "I'm fine." I rubbed my neck. "Might bruise but that's all."

He nodded as well. "I didn't mean to do that."

Wesley set aside the cross and stake and took my arm gently. "Would you like to go get some dinner?"

I turned with his hold. "Yeah, I am feeling kinda hungry."

Cordelia picked up her purse and Angel's car keys. "Now I know you are not going to complain about taking your car after that little vampy display of homicidal tendencies."

Angel scowled. "Fine. Just please be careful."

I smiled and broke Wesley's hold, turning back to Angel. "Thank you." I took his face in my hands and brought his lips to mine.

This elicited a gasp from both Cordelia and Wesley.

Giggling, I pulled back and licked my lips. "Not bad." I still had my hands on his shoulders.

And somehow his hands had gotten to my waist. Once he realized that however, they were removed. "Uh, you should go now."

*~*~*~*~*

"So Meg," Cordelia chirped before biting into a slice of pizza. "You're from Oregon, huh? Rains there a lot I hear."

I poked at a piece of pepperoni. "Cordy, I'd rather not do the small talk thing. You're just being a little too much the annoying little May Queen." I didn't really say that, but it would have sounded good at the moment.

"Rain. Yeah. Oregon and rain." My eyes drifted to the greasy piece of pizza and my voice got quieter.

Wesley, sitting right beside me, rubbed my shoulder. "Are you all right?"

I looked up at him. "Just peachy." I faked a smile.

Cordelia scoffed. "Okay, tell us what your sitch is."

"Cordelia!" Wesley hissed.

She looked innocent. "What?"

I chuckled a little. "I'm just starting to get a little homesick. But hey, it's all good. I mean, look around me. I'm here with the people I wanted to be with and I haven't gotten dead yet." My hand slinked to Wesley's thigh. "Almost perfect."

He jumped slightly. Cordelia couldn't see because of the table so I kept my hand there, noting how he didn't move it. Hey, why not make the best of my time, right? This could get interesting.