Gah! So i've decided to upload all the rewrites! This does not mean that the chapters will be getting to you faster...i have school now you know.

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"Lizzie!" a small girl with short brown hair screamed up at the younger girl on the stairs, "wait for me Lizzie!"At four years old, she was quick on her feet and a discovered prodigy at the age of two. Monica had become the pride and joy of Jeff and Nancy Parker.

Elizabeth Parker called out to her, waving her little hand, "faser Moni, faser!"Running up the stairs as fast as she could, giggling until she reached Liz on the slide.

Sitting herself down to pull little Lizzie on her lap, she pushed as they went sliding down the tube they loved.

They screamed in glee, she huffed the smaller girl closer until they landed at the bottom.

"again again!"

Little Liz's voice faded into memory as Kathryn woke up in her bed once again submerged in a heap of blankets. Laying still she allowed the finer points of her childhood with the Parkers, wash over her.

Recalling the many voices on her 10th birthday, Kathryn remembered it was that specific birthday that had changed everything for her.

Monica settled down in the chair her mommy had made to look like a thrown.

Kyle on her right side and Liz on her left, the seats around the square table filled with kids who were eager for cake.

Outside the stars twinkled as Nancy brought out a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, the candles placed prettily on the cake.

Monica scooted back letting her mother light the candles, smiling wide as someone turned off the lights.

"Okay everybody, on three….one…two…three."

"Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday dear Monica!

Happy birthday to you!"

Everybody was smiling at her as she looked past the candles to where her mother was standing with a camera at the ready.

Closing her eyes she wished for the first thing that came to mind.

'Liam,' a name drifted through her mind.

Love and admiration, bloomed in her heart. Clear to her more than anything she'd ever felt before, rivaling the affection she held for Kyle. In her minds eye she could see a tall man with brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail with dark brown eyes, the clothes he wore wasn't like any she'd seen before. The loving smile on his face made the sparkle of mischief in his eyes stand out, Monica couldn't remember anyone looking at her like that before.

'Protector,' her mind supplied, connecting the word to the name, 'brother.'

Monica opened her eyes. For a moment before the little flames were fully extinguished she saw Liam, in the corner of the room looking at her with hate burning in his dark brown eyes and a cruel smile stretching his lips.

As Liz and everyone else giggled and screamed playfully in the dark, her chest swelled with unnatural fear.

Of him.

The lights were turned back on.

Her mommy coming to her side to cut the cake, despite the confusion she felt she smiled bravely. Her hand automatically going to Kyle's under the table and squeezing until the fear started to ebb away, Kyle squeezed back feeling her uneasy. Both unaware of the glances Michael was throwing their way, or the unsettled looks he'd throw at the corner where the ghost of an evil man had been standing.

Kathryn blinked away the past, sighing deeply. She'd started spending all of her free time in the city library, looking for a man she didn't know. Kathryn may not have paid attention but she recalled only one person staying with her though it all. Getting moved up one grade lever, again. The distance that had grown to massive proportions between Liz and herself. Another memory resurfaced, demanding to be remembered.

"Well hello Monica Lynn," the middle aged woman behind the desk greeted her.

"Hi," she smiled up at the librarian, accentuating the dark circles around her haunted eyes.

Mrs. Holden smiled, "what are we looking for today?"

Monica looked around, Kyle would be here in a minute, thinking about where they'd left of she nodded, "yesterday we finished looking at the last of the 17th century right? Um then we start on the 18th century today."Monica squared her shoulders, positive that she was making the right decision to continue her search.

Debra Holden walked ahead of her leading her to the far corner of the library, "we don't have much on 18th century Ireland, after the 1947 accident so many people decided to voice their conspiracy theories and publish them. A lot of space is taken up by such books, everything else that we couldn't fit ended up down here."She stopped at a door opening it to reveal a well lit staircase, "it's our basement. We have news articles chronicled down here as well. You'll find what you need in row three I believe."Mrs. Holden turned to walk away.

"When Kyle Valenti gets here can you send him down? Please," she called out, her voice just above a whisper.

"Of course dear," the woman smiled.

"Thank you," Monica smiled remembering her manners.

"Your welcome dear, oh and happy birthday Miss. Parker."Monica marched down the stairs, happy that she got to spend her eleventh birthday the way she wanted.

Kathryn burrowed deeper in her cocoon, the night terror's had ended after two years and only because she'd started to look past the book rows for answers.

Impatiently she knocked on the door again, her hands instantly returning to grip the duffel bag and backpack. She had dreamed of this moment for two weeks before her trip to Boston.

Maybe she moved, an excuse coming to mind as to why no one was answer the damn door. Seconds later the door flew open, "what the hell do you want?"

She took a step back to get a better view of her biological mother. She noted that they had the same thick, wavy hair different only in color. She saw nothing else of herself in her mother.

Breathing in deeply she drew all of courage together and looked the woman in the eye, "are you Tanya Cavanaugh?"Her biological mother smacked her gum loudly before giving Monica a once over, "yeah what of it? You sellin' something?"Shaking her head she tried to remember just a small inkling of all the little speeches she'd written down on the bus ride, "no."

"good, I didn't want anything anyway, what you want then?"Tanya leaned on her doorway not intending to come off as intimidating but still looking like it anyway.

She shuffled her little feet, "well my name was Monica Lynn Parker and…I just wanted to know who my biological mother was…is," her little speech coming out in a rush of air, quick and painless. Like a band aid.

Tanya froze, her calm grey eyes frosting over, "where are your parents kid?"Lowering her head she shuffled about a bit, she shrugged opting not to say one word.

A firm hand gripped her arm, with a hard tug Tanya closed the door behind her. Looking around the dark house she noticed the walls were clean and bare. The red sofa unit in her line of vision looked worn but still comfy.

Her biological mother pulled her deeper into the house till they came to a big kitchen, it's exposed cupboards filled with liked spiced and herbs. Tanya shoved her in the direction of a sturdy table with four chairs, "sit."

Kathryn scowled at that particular memory, she had been held in that damn dark house for close to three months with Tanya Cavanaugh. The woman had only let her go when she was sure that Kathryn had retained everything her mother and grandmother had taught her. In her last week with her biological mother Kathryn had learned she was someone's little sister. Tanya had let her oldest daughter go when she'd discovered Faith did not have 'the gift'. The last she'd heard Faith was somewhere in California, where Kathryn's father lived. Frustrated with where her thoughts were heading Kathryn growled, digging around she shoved her left hand out of her cocoon. Searching for the head board again so that she could pull her body out.

And as she was about to give up she felt a cold hand grip her. Kathryn gasped as she tried to pull away, the cold hand held frim.

"Need help pet?Inside the heap Kathryn stilled, that cockney accent and male voice so familiar it brought backk the image of the man it belonged too. The rebellious vampire that had at Sunnydale's end become a champion as well as dust.

Her eyes watered, she never got over losing him. She wondered if she was hallucinating, because Spike could not be holding her hand and calling her pet when his ashes were at the bottom of the huge crater that was Sunnydale.

"Kathryn?"He tugged at her hand and Kathryn grumbled a disbelieving, "no."Spike gave a harder tug that had her half out of blanket mountain, glaring at him with shiny teary eyes.

His hair was still platinum blonde, gelled back. His trade mark black shirt still tight.

"Hello."Kathryn continued to glare.

Feeling the hostility coming off of her Spike dropped her hand, taking a step back from her bed ready to run into the opposite room if she decided to react like her big sister and take a swing at him, "didn't miss me then luv?"The tears she'd been holding back rolled down her cheeks, her body shaking as she held out her arms to give him a hug, "course I did," Kathryn whispered brokenly.

Max sighed picking up a box filled with more conspiracy books and walked up the stairs to the Roswell City Public Library, "Hi Mrs. Holden."The librarian behind the desk looked up, "oh hello Max, what did Brody send me now?"

"More books," he smiled, Max knew the library had more than enough of those types of books, but Brody insisted that the library was 'sadly lacking in extra terrestrial theories.'

Mrs. Holden shook her head reaching across the counter for the box, "I see, I'm going to start charging him for all the space he's costing us here."Chuckling Max handed over the box, his boss had started to insist on dropping off books atleast once a week, "I'll pass that along Mrs. Holden."Debra smiled recalling a particular little girl who had hated all the alien conspiracy books on the shelves, "have a nice day Max."Turning around he ignored the sad smile on her face, "you too Mrs. Holden."

"if you see the Parkers, can you ask them something for me," Debra called out as she began taking out the books, she'd almost forgotten about a certain day fast approaching.

Max stopped before the doors, "of course."

"These old bones don't really have that much strength to go walking around after I finish here but can you ask what they have planned for Monica's memorial, I know it's coming up in a couple of weeks. After her birthday of course"Max nodded, not sure of who this Monica was supposed to be or mean to the Parkers, "I'll ask them."Debra nodded fixing her glasses, "thank you Max."Walking out of the library Max saw a cherry red car pass the library with Connor in the drivers seat, curious about the boy that was going out with Maria later that evening he got in his jeep and followed at a safe distance.

Focusing on the road Connor almost didn't notice the jeep that had started to follow him a couple of blocks back.

Stopping at a red light he scrutinized the guy driving, something about him looking familiar. Remembering the group that had been at the café last night he realized one of Maria's friends was following him, grinning to himself he waited for the light to go green.

Seconds later he took off, gunning it.

Zooming past cars Connor kept in mind Kathryn's warning that morning when she was still half asleep curled up with Spike beside her, "you get one scratch on her and I'll kill you."Looking into the rear view mirror he was pleased to find that he'd left the jeep eating his dust, slowing down Connor pulled into the hotel parking lot. Grabbing the bag of new clothes he had gotten at the mall Connor passed his dad's black Pontiac GTO, a mirror image of Kathryn's car.

He came up to his new door feeling around for his room key, when Spike and Gunn had arrived he'd been kicked out and sent to bunk with Kathryn. He supposed it was a good thing that she'd gotten two queen beds even though she hadn't known she was going to be sharing with anyone. Sighing when he couldn't find it Connor knocked and waited for Kathryn to open the door.

Kathryn ran to the door forgetting that she herself was dressed, "Hey!"

Connor quickly turned around, his back facing her and she was shielded from view, "go finish dressing!"Looking down at herself she blushed beet red, wearing only a bra and shorts Kathryn slammed the door, grabbing the closest shirt she threw it on.

Kat opened the door calmly, "there."Connor turned around, "there are something's that I just shouldn't see," looking down his eyes narrowed, reading the shirt that she was now wearing.

'Brunettes do it better,' Connor shook his head, "I'm going to ignore that."Stepping into the room he noticed her heap had disappeared, Spike was gone and the bed was now presentable. Kathryn closed the door following him to his bed where he'd set down the big Target bag, "whatcha got in there?"

Pulling out a pair of black jeans and a dark green Henley out of the bag Connor laid them out, "does this look like a good first date outfit to you?"Folding her arms across her chest Kathryn looked at the outfit with a critical eye, "it's perfect," she reassured him with a smile, "she should be so happy she's going out with such a handsome devil like you." Kathryn couldn't help but tease, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

Still not convinced her pulled out light blue jeans and a white polo shirt, "what about this one?"Kathryn stared at him, wanting to giggle at his nervousness, "you are such a girl.""That's not helping," he grumbled, looking from one set of clothes to the other.

Rolling her eyes Kathryn grabbed her laptop, "go with the dark green, it'll look better."She cross referenced the information she was able to find and double checked the phone numbers that belonged to the victims families.

Connor having changed in the bathroom came out in the clothes she'd told him too, "so?"Looking up she nodded, "I like it."

Nodding he went back in to the bathroom determined to do something about his hair.

Left alone she began to think, 'Spike's here…should I call Buffy? No. Bad idea. Let her deal with Angel. I should tell Faith…yeah…she'll know what to do.'

Reaching for her cell phone Kathryn looked up as Angel walked in, "Angel," frost clung to the name.

Angel flinched, sitting down in front of her, "I had my reasons Kathryn.""I hope they're good cause she's going ot want to hear them," Kathryn glared, not wanting to hear his excuses this time.

Sighing Angel nodded, "so she's coming them."She's experienced," she defended her decision in involving her sister, "we have nothing on this case. We know thing." Angel reached out to pat her hand only to have Kathryn move away "why?"He drew back, not knowing what to say for a moment, "because I didn't want him near you both anymore, he was unstable for awhile Kathryn. When he was finally able to leave, Spike chose not to."

Spike came up behind him, "He's right Kat, don't be mad at peaches here. I told him not to call you or Buffy. My heart wasn't in leaving, so I stayed."Her anger slowly evaporated, "you're both idiots you know that right. Buffy's going to be here on Wednesday. You'll both have to answer to her when she gets here. I won't stop her."Angel grumbled, "It's not as if we didn't try to reach her, we both went to Rome. She was dating the Immortal."Spike growled, "damn straight we did, we saw her with our own eyes. Dancing with that bloody peacock."Kathryn looked at them with wide unbelieving eyes, "you went to Rome."Angel nodded while Spike continued to mutter curses under his breath, Kathryn felt a bubble of laughter rise, "you went to Rome," giggles turned into belly aching laughter.

Connor stepped out of the bathroom, his hair gelled, "what's so funny?"Kathryn pointed at the two vampires before her, "they went to Rome," the statement made her laugh harder, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes.

Wiping them away Kathryn reigned her amusement in, clearing her throat, "she wasn't in Rome, she was in Scotland. The only reason she's in the States right now is because of Faith."

She looked at Connor shaking her head, "get rid of the gel, you look better without any of that gunk."

Kathryn smiled as he went back to do as she suggested, "Faith's pregnant, Buffy'll be here taking over for her until the pregnancy's over. Even then she's not sure when she's going back to Scotland. But she was never in Rome long enough to start something with the Immortal.""I know damn well what I saw," Spike declared, his glare fierce for having to endure her laughter.

She rolled her eyes, "no you didn't, that was one of her decoys. One decoy is dating the Immortal. Andrew thought that since Buffy had a lot of enemies there should be a decoy in Rome partying it, getting the attention of the Immortal. It made sense, if her decoy was romantically involved with him her enemies would hesitate to look for her, fight her because she was with the Immortal. Andrew thought it was hilarious when Buffy agreed to it, he still thinks it's hilarious. The other is on some mission, I think some demonic underground caverns or something, I don't know."Angel remembered well the read headed young man that had taken Dana from them, "Andrew.""That bloody ponce," Spike growled, "wait till I get my hands on 'im."Kathryn looked from Angel's face to Spikes, "Andrew knew you were alive?""Told 'im not to tell you. Or Buffy," Spike muttered.

"So if Andrew knew, what did he tell you?" Kathryn filed away the information, ready for use when she visit's the watcher of the slayer cell out in Southern Italy.

"We went to the apartment that she was listed under and Andrew was there, he said that he shared the apartment with her and Dawn. That she was at the club…with the Immortal," Angel finished through clenched teeth.

Kathryn shook her head, a smirk on her face, "last I hear Dawn was at school. Berkley if I remember correctly. What do you guys have against this Immortal anyway?""We have bad history together," Spike's scowl never fading.

Finally it clicked, "Oh, wow. I gotta hand it to him, Andrew's far more clever than I thought," Kat looked at Connor as he came out again, "that's better. Andrew must have done his research or something because like I said it was his idea. I guess he knew how much it would upset you guys if you ever went looking for her and found Buffy's decoy instead." Connor settled on his bed, finally ready, "Buffy, she's your sister?""Half sister, but still no big difference," Kathryn shrugged changing the subject, "so then it's true. You own Wolfram & Hart. I didn't really believe it when Andrew told me."Angel shifted uncomfortable with this line of conversation, "destroy it from the inside.""Just as long as you don't forget," she told him, trying to keep the doubt out of her voice.

Getting up Angel looked at the time, the red numbers flashing 11 am, "you and Connor know what to do, contact the families. When the sun goes down Gunn and Spike will drive out to the crime scene, the police should be gone by then," he gave Spike a look before turning back, "stay together. I don't want anything happening to one or the other just because you ignored me. Understand?"They nodded as he slipped back into his room, closing the door behind him. Seconds later a sleepy Gunn walked out, "Hey Kat."Kathryn stood up, "hey Gunn," hugging her tall friend, "tired?""Exhausted," he mumbled before collapsing on her bed.

Kathryn pushed Spike towards the adjoining doors, "you too, get some sleep.""fine," he grumbled before swooping down and kissing her forehead.

With the door closing behind him, she sighed, "let me change and we'll get out of here."Kathryn smiled at Connor grabbing her duffel bag, before she closed the restroom door she called out, "change back into the clothes you had before, you don't want her to see you in your new outfit before your date do you."

Tuule shifted on the cot that Kalev had given her, it was hard for her to sleep knowing he was not far.

"Stop moving," a deep voice called out from the dark corner of the shack they now shared.

Tuule wanted to glare at him for keeping his distance, "it's too hard Kalev."A tall lanky boy with a shaved head stepped out of the shadows, "get used to it Tuule, we have a job to do. Master Izzerial will not be pleased if we fall asleep doing are duties."His coldness towards her did not sit well with her, she forced her arms to stay by her side, shifting until she could see him better Tuule smiled.

Finally able to sleep.

"You're going out with who?" Michael asked, his temper on check.

Maria glared, "with Connor, one of the customers that came in last night."

What had turned into a meeting in the backroom of the Crashdown had quickly turned into an argument when Max mentioned seeing Connor and giving into the urge to follow him. Maria had taken the opportunity to fling her date in Michael's face, very glad she wouldn't be working with him today.

"I don't care," Michael grumbled before heading back to the grill to make the few orders that had been placed while he'd been away from his station.

"Maria why do you always have to start it?" Isabel accused the other girl, she didn't like it when Michael got all tense and moody.

"What were you saying Max?" Liz interrupted before Maria could start another fight.

"I followed him to a hotel not far from here," Max said distractedly as his gaze landed on Michael's back knowing his brother was listening to what he was saying, "there's something about his group that I can't put my finger on. I think we should be careful when interacting with them, if they come here again."He shook his head as Michael gave one firm nod, "oh, when I was at the library Mrs. Holden told me to ask your parent's about someone named Monica, her memorial's coming up and she wants to know what your parents are going to do this year."Liz paled, she knew Mrs. Holden was right Monica had disappeared a week after her birthday, "I'll go visit her, better to tell her in person.""Who's Monica?" Isabel piped up.

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