-pulls out bag of cookies- There is a cookie for everyone who reviewed and will review. -passes them out-
Okay, so another BtVSAngel crossover because I really like doing them and I've decided to have Dawn and Connor have a meeting in real life. And just so you know, neither knows about the others family yet... Don't own them if I did Spike and Buffy would be married with little blond hlaf vamp babies.
-Goes back to dancing and singing- Its not easy being evil but evils what I be~~!
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"Uncle Spike?"
"Connor. The world better be ending for you to be waking me up."
"I need some advise." He entered the room and sat on Spikes bed, ignoring the glare. "You see, there is a girl who I know from online and we've been, well, we've been going out for a while and she's in L.A. and she wants me to meet her and I'm not sure what to do."
"Well well well. When did you get a girlfriend?"
Connor ducked his head his face turning red. "A couple of months ago. She's the reason I asked for the wedcam."
Spike laughed and clapped his nephew on the back. "Well good for you. Go and have a good time."
"Thanks Uncle Spike. Don't tell Dad. He'd totally flip out and he wouldn't let me out for a couple hundred years."
Spike laughed. "Yeah that sounds like the poof. Don't worry. Oh and here." He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a box. "Don't forget protection." He smirked as Connor caught it, blushing horribly and scurried out of the room. "Ah, young love."
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Two hours later
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"Where is he?!" Angel paced in his office. "He just left without a word! And his cell phone is switched off! Oh God! What if he's in trouble?"
Wesley tried to calm him down. "I'm sure he's fine."
"You can't know that!"
Cordelia simply rolled her eyes. "He is a teenager. He's probably just doing this as some sort of rebelion thing. He'll be home soon."
Angel ignored her. "What if he's been kidnaped. Or killed! He could be dead and I wouldn't know where he was!"
Cordelia resisted the urge to throw his mug of blood at his thick head. "You are just overreacting. The stereotypical overprotective parent."
"I am NOT over protective!!" Angel roared at her.
Gunn snorted. Angel turned on him. "You have something you want to say?" His eyes seemed to give off an evil glow, like a game face with the weird face changing. Just the eyes.
"You are overprotective Angel."
"No I'm not!"
"You followed him to school."
Angel sputtered. "It was his first day!"
Fred piped up. "You gave made him be back here by dusk for 6 months when he got here."
"A lot of bad things come out at night."
"And for two months when he started patroling you went with him." Wesley said, his eyes focused on the book in front of him. "And when you said you would let him do it on his own you followed him for another two months."
"But he-"
"You ran background checks on all the teachers and things in the school looking for demons. Face it mate," Spike patted the defeated Angel on the back. "You are as overprotective as they come. When I was Connor's age I got to stay out later than he does on a regular basis."
"Yeah well you were an awful poet with a crush on a woman way out of your league and you spent most of that time stalking her and writing her poetry that she never even got William."
Spike looked geniunly hurt. "That was a low blow Angel." His phone vibrated in his pocket the word 'Connor' flashing on the screen. "What?"
CRASH!
"Holy Crap!"
Spike looked at the phone and back at them and than back at the phone. "Connor? Connor are you there?"
Angel seemed to perk up. "Connor? Where is he? Is he okay? Let me talk to him."
"Help! She wants shhhh kill me!" Shrill voices could be heard in the background.
'You are so completely unresponsible!'
'I'm not a child anymore! You can't tell me what to do!'
Spike was actually worried at this point. "WHo? Whose trying to kill you?"
"Her older sister. She caught us and now they're fighting. She told me to hide on the other side of the bed so I'm not hurt."
More crashes were heard followed by 'Why can't you let me live my life?!' and 'Because you can't make good desicions!'
Angel snatched the phone away from Spike. "Connor? Connor? Are you okay? Whats going on? what are you doing?"
"Dad!" static covered his voice. "Help shhhhh She wants shhhhh kill me shhhhh! NO! DONshhhhh"
"Connor!" Angel looked paniced causing everyone to edge toward the door. Many times before they had been caught by an angry, worried, paniced Angel and it never ended well. The phone clicked, shutting off. "Connor?! CONNOR!!"
Spike was the first out the door. The rest of them struggled and fought to get out of the room first. Angel stood there, phone turning to dust in his hands. "SPIKE~~!!"
TBC
Of course Angel blames Spike. Its usually his fault. I'll update it soon. I have this whole week off.