A/N: This story takes place after Season 6 of Buffy and Season 3 of Angel.
Only, Angel didn't end with him getting stuck in a box or Cordy being taken
away; for simplicity sake, Conner doesn't hate Angel, he just doesn't trust
him, and he knows that Angel didn't kill Holtz.
Anyhoo.....
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon, or the actors and other persons involved in these programs...
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Los Angeles, CA: June 22nd
The old Hyperion Hotel towered high above the streets. In the front courtyard, a man stood peering at the front doors; a nervousness shaking his usually cool demeanor.
He took a deep breath and pushed open the door, coat flapping in the slight breeze. Across the room, sitting on the large reception desk sat a young girl with wavy brown hair. She looked up and gasped and he smiled slightly to her.
The clicking of heels and soft giggles coming from his right caused him to turn towards the arriving member. Cordelia and Angel stopped short when they saw him in the doorway.
After a moment, Angel finally spoke.
"Spike."
TBC...
Anyhoo.....
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon, or the actors and other persons involved in these programs...
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Los Angeles, CA: June 22nd
The old Hyperion Hotel towered high above the streets. In the front courtyard, a man stood peering at the front doors; a nervousness shaking his usually cool demeanor.
He took a deep breath and pushed open the door, coat flapping in the slight breeze. Across the room, sitting on the large reception desk sat a young girl with wavy brown hair. She looked up and gasped and he smiled slightly to her.
The clicking of heels and soft giggles coming from his right caused him to turn towards the arriving member. Cordelia and Angel stopped short when they saw him in the doorway.
After a moment, Angel finally spoke.
"Spike."
TBC...