Title: History Revisited

Author: Stolen Childe

Author's Notes: Now if there are those of you reading this who are really, really observant you will notice that Madeline will now refer to Spike as 'Papa', which I had originally, but I wasn't sure if it was very British. After reading Jane Eyre though, I realized that yes I can use 'papa' so henceforth, that is what Madeline will say. I'd also like to thank m and tp96 for their reviews!

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Chapter Three: Powerful Tenacious Bastards

"For god sake." Angel huffed, "Do I not have a secretary?" Though there was a smile in his tone.

Connor shrugged, "Busty blonde thing? Didn't see one." Angel looked hesitant to ask his next question and Connor beat him to the punch.

"I know you're my father." the teen said, "It's weird. I got my memories back and they're mixed in with the new ones. Like nightmares or something, very strange sometimes inappropriately erotic nightmares."

"Papa? What does erotic mean?" Madeline asked, all childhood innocence.

Spike choked, "Something you don't have to worry about until you're older Kit."

"I have a niece?" Connor raised a brow, "And I thought I was the only hellspawn."

Angel cleared his throat, "Connor. I'm glad you remember." Connor looked to his father and there was almost a hug moment but it quickly passed.

"I must take my leave." Nyura bowed, "I had come to deliver my message and I have. You can contact me at any time." the tall Ukrainian walked towards the desk, brushing past Connor and placing a small card in front of Angel. She smiled at the teen, waved to the little girl and left the room.

"So are there going to be more formal introductions or do I learn as we go along?" Connor asked, sitting down on the couch and sprawling in true teenager fashion. Madeline turned around in her seat and looked quizzically at the boy.

"You have pretty eyes." she said, "They look like my Papa's eyes."

Connor smiled at the child, "Thanks. You know your dad's my brother?"

"My Papa didn't have any brothers." Madeline shook her head, "I would have remembered."

"Madeline." Spike said, "I think we should tell you something. I'm not what you remember me as. I'm not a man anymore."

"You're a woman?" Madeline asked.

"Sometimes he can be." Angel muttered to Connor who laughed quietly to himself.

Spike knelt in front of his daughter and took her hands, brushing a lock of gold out of her sky blue eyes, "No Sweetheart. I'm not a woman." he shot a glare at the father-son duo on the couch, "Do you remember what that Lady, Miss Stomosky called me and Uncle Angel?"

"She said vampire." Madeline nodded.

"Right. I got turned into a vampire after you... died. I was turned by Uncle Angel after being picked by a pretty lady named Drusilla. So in a way that makes Uncle Angel my father, because him and I share blood now and because Connor," Spike nodded to the teenager, "is Angel's and Darla's son that makes him my brother and my uncle in a way which makes him your uncle."

"I'm confused." Madeline said.

"Chart?" Spike looked towards Angel.

"Chart." Angel agreed rising and moving to his filing cabinet, he ran through the folders and pulled it out, brought it over and put it on Madeline's little table.

Madeline and Connor walked over, "See here." Angel began, he had drawn a picture of the master, "That's the vampire who turned Darla from human to vampire. Darla was like my mother, she turned me from a man into a vampire. Then she gave Drusilla to me." Angel pointed to another picture, "And I turned Drusilla. Then Drusilla found your dad. And gave him to me to turn for her. Now you were born before your dad became a vampire and then you got sick and you weren't here anymore. A few years later, I found Darla again and killed her because she was a very bad girl. Then Darla was brought back as a human and she got sick and Drusilla came back and turned her again. Then Darla and I had Connor. So because Connor is my son and your dad is kind of my son too they are brothers making you Connor's niece and my granddaughter. But since Darla is your dad's grandmother that also makes Connor your dad's uncle and he is your great uncle."

"But Darla is also my niece because my sister Drusilla is like Darla's mother and that would make Connor your cousin and your great-nephew." Spike said.

Connor blinked, "Now I'm confused."

Spike shrugged, "You think your confused, I'm my own grandpa." Connor snorted in amusement.

Harmony popped her head in, "Ah... Bossy? There was a lady here to see you, but a guess she left, she said her name was Nura or something."

"Nyura. I know I saw her." Angel said flatly. Harmony laughed uneasily and slid out of the office again.

"Where's Cordy?" Connor asked suddenly, then quickly defended, "Don't worry, just curious."

The room had gone very quiet and Connor looked from one downcast face to the next, a little sliver of dread crawled into his stomach as his father refused to meet his gaze.

"What?" the boy asked flatly, sitting up straighter on the couch. When Angel finally did meet his gaze, it was full of sadness and Connor's heart broke.

"She's dead Connor." Angel whispered, "She died just over a month ago."

"Oh God." Connor groaned putting his head in his hands. He looked up and Angel clearly read 'this is all my fault' in the all too familiar blue gaze. At that moments Angel for the first time since Connor had returned from the hell dimension, saw Darla staring back at him. Darla the night she died, the desperation he had read in her gaze, the love he had seen in her eyes for their unborn child. At that moment, Angel had loved her, for the first time in their two-hundred plus years he had loved his sire.

"Connor. It's not your fault. You were confused and angry." Angel tried to placate.

"Papa? What's going on?" Madeline asked, sensing the sadness in the room.

"Hush Pet. Not right now." Spike sat in one of the ridiculously small chairs, and lifted his daughter onto his lap, dropping a kiss on her head.

"It was my fault." Connor whispered, "I made rash decisions. I killed Cordelia." The teen rose and fled the office, Angel reaching after him and was about to follow but was stopped by Spike's restraining hand on his arm.

"He's eighteen Angel." Spike reminded gently, "He may not be as grown up as we were at that age, but you remember what it was like, yeah?" Angel nodded and sat down with a huff. He saw Madeline bent over and colouring and turned his attentions to the girl.

"What'cha doin' Sweetheart?" he asked in his best talking-to-small-children tone. She held up the picture of yet another demon, it seemed all she had been doing lately. Drawing demons and monsters.

"That one I recognize." Spike said, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline, "Buffy and I battled one once, nasty b... er... fiend."

Suddenly a thought occurred to Angel, but he thought it too surreal to be true, "Maddie, Honey." he moved to the little table and crouched before the girl still on Spike's lap, "Are you having dreams of other girls, fighting things like this? Monsters and vampires and things? Or possibly somebody who looks like your papa doing wicked things?"

The girl giggled, "My papa would never do anything wicked, silly Angel. Papa's a little lamb." Spike blushed in embarrassment.

"No, I haven't seen anything like that. Just people in trouble who are getting hurt. They are nasty dreams, I really don't like them." Madeline shuttered, "It's like people keep asking for help, but I can't do anything to help them."

"Well thank the lord she's not a slayerling." Spike said, "But she does sound like a-"

"Seer?" Angel offered rising up, "Think the PTB are still on our side?"

"I highly doubt the Powerful Tenacious Bas- er... want anything to do with us." Spike said, "But could be."

"Why would fish not want anything to do with you? Are fish afraid of vampires?" Madeline asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Maddie. Next time you have a nasty dream, or even a daydream, come to us straight away all right? Tell your Papa, Connor or I, all right?" Angel said. Madeline nodded and went back to her drawing. Spike moved her to sit on her own and walked with Angel into the conference room, sliding the doors shut so there was just a crack for them to see out of.

"So the Powerful Tenacious Bastards brought your daughter back from the dead to give their champions a seer to help people. Makes sense, I've been without one since Cordy..." Angel drifted shaking his head. Spike put a hand on the taller man's shoulder and they stood in awkward silence for a moment.

"They also brought your hellspawn here for some reason." Spike said, when the moment had passed.

"Not to mention we have a hunter after us, his daughter offering her services and the threat of a beast to obliterate us hanging over our heads." Angel continued.

"Well isn't this just peachy." Spike huffed. At that moment Wesley entered the conference room looking warn, he was in no way over Fred's death. That, compared with the stress Illyria put him under was ageing him.

"I found the demon in Madeline's drawing." Wesley said, having said picture in his hand atop the books, "It appears it is a mythical creature, a product of a little girl's fancy, but I did find it."

"What does it do?" Angel asked, peering at the book and comparing it to the surprising likeness of the child's picture.

"Brings about day in night and eliminates those which walk within it." Wesley said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"So it'll make the poofter go poof." Spike said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the dark wood table.

"Along with his annoying sidekick." Angel rolled his eyes.

"Oi! I ain't a sidekick. Not even a partner." Spike said indignant.

Angel smirked, "If you say it enough you might believe it one day. Think this adds to our theory?" Angel asked, rising a questioning brow at Spike.

"Could be, or it's a coincidence." the blond answered.

Before Wesley could propose the question, Connor who had just appeared, beat him to it, "What theory would that be?" His eyes were red-rimmed and Angel assumed his son had gone to the roof to let out his grief. He wasn't over it, but he was better.

"We think Madeline might be my seer." Angel said.

"Or mine." Spike added, "We're both champions ain't we?"

"What makes you think so?" Connor asked.

"Wesley found the monster Madeline drew, and it seems to be the beast that was promised to us by Nyura." Angel replied.

"Connor!" Wesley was surprised and he felt a pang of guilt stab him, "Wait a moment. Who is this Nyura?"

"Papa!" Madeline's voice interrupted, slightly fearful. Spike exited the room quickly, leaving Angel to explain the witch to Wesley.

"Nyura Stomosky." Angel carried on, brown eyes steeling to his office for a moment, before returning to Wesley, "Have you ever read about Aleksander Stomosky?"

Wesley furrowed his brow, and ran through his watcher teachings, "I believe so, yes. He was a vampire hunter, with mystical abilities, was he not?"

"He was." Angel nodded, "A few moments before I got you on the monster issue, I had a very unexpected guest. It was Stomosky. He was after me for what I did to him in the 1890's. He's somehow become... disillusioned and thinks that Spike and I are still our less than cuddly selves. Spike came and Stomosky stopped his attack then disappeared, not before promising that he will see us again. Then Maddie had her dream and after she told us about it, Nyura Stomosky appeared. She's Aleksander's daughter, she told us her father was not himself and that he would do everything in his power to stop us. She was the one who told us about the demon. Spike and I thought that it was more of a mere coincidence that Maddie got her nightmare just before Nyura told us about the demon. Plus Maddie's said that she's been having other dreams and all she has been drawing are monsters."

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TBC...? Please, please, please review! It does get better, I'm actually rather impressed with this story. But confidence level is waning. Also, I actually did make a chart if anyone would like to see it. :)