A/N: I am very sorry this took so incredibly long to go up. Christmas and New Year took over my life, followed by my birthday last month, and suddenly it was February. However, to try and make up for it, here's two new chapters.

A/N: Also, youmay have noticed that this story has changed Category. I suddenly realised it should be here instead of in the purely Roswell section.

Chapter Eight

Note: Although this is not technically true to Angel – in my version everyone got to remember who Connor was – makes things so much easier.

Spike replaced the receiver of the phone in Angel's office and turned to face everyone who was sitting on the sofas. The look on his face told the Angel crew all that they needed to know. Willow and Kennedy were on their way. The next words out of his mouth were simply verification. "Send the jet, Red's on her way." At this, he sank slowly into Angel's chair, much to Angel's obvious annoyance. "But while we're waiting, can someone explain something to me? Vision girl said she was the child of Cordy and Connor. Now Cordy I remember from good old Sunnyhell but who's Connor?"

Silence filled the room, as everyone turned to look at Angel. As soon as the girl had mentioned him Angel knew Spike would need to be told, but he'd hoped he could delay it for as long as possible. "Connor is my son. Mine and Darla's." The admission had no affect on those from Roswell, as they had no idea how significant this was. Spike however, was shocked.

"What????? How???? When???" He asked, angry that no one had told him about this before. "Isn't Darla dust? And what about the whole 'no children' guarantee that comes with being a vampire?"

"About 3 years ago, Wolfram and Hart resurrected Darla as a human, then used Dru to turn her back into the vampire she was before. Needless to say, having a human version of my sire running about town sent me off into the deep end." The looks Angel passed to his team told Spike that this was an understatement. "I'm sure I don't need to bother you with the story of the birds and the bees, but some miracle got her pregnant. However, in childbirth she realised that her lifeless body was killing the child. She staked herself, and left me with a son. Connor."

"Wait, if he's only two years old then how did he end up as a teenager already?" Alex asked.

"That's a long story involving a parallel universe and an enemy of mine called Holst." Angel replied. The answer seemed to satisfy everyone's curiosity, as they realised that this was something Angel didn't want' to talk about. Well, everyone other than Spike.

"So if you've got a son, where the hell is he?" This, Angel seemed unable to answer, so Wesley took over instead.

"Connor was unstable, a loose canon. He craved normality, so that's what we gave him. Part of the deal of taking over Wolfram and Hart was that Connor was to receive a new background, a new family. He was to become a normal kid, and have no memories of any of us. We however, would remember him."

"So he got a version of what those monks did to Lil' Bit? Well that makes sense I suppose." Spike replied.

"Lil' Bit?" Wesley questioned. "And who might that be?"

"Dawn. She's a little bit of Buffy, you get me?"

"As fascinating as all this information about people we don't know is, what does this have to do with Liz?" Maria demanded.

"Well if she's getting visions, and seeing herself as a child of Cordy and Connor, then she may have something to do with Jasmine." Fred informed them.

" Before you ask, Jasmine was a demon who used Cordelia as a host to be born in after she and Connor slept together. She was able to control people's minds, and part of the reason Connor was so instable." Gunn added.

"We killed her, but what happened with Cordelia sent her into a coma. She never recovered." Wesley solemnly informed them.

"Now Cordelia was our link to the Powers that Be, who control what happens on earth." Fred began after a long silence. " They gave her visions, which is probably what you are receiving now. You may be our next link to the Powers," she theorised. "However, it may be something different altogether, and that's why we need to find out what's behind that magical mental barrier that's been constructed in your memories."

"To do that, we called in the most powerful Wicca alive, if not the most powerful ever. Her name is Willow, and she's an old ally. You have no need to be scared of her, just let her no what she needs to." Spike concluded. " And don't get on her bad side. Your friends may not be normal, but I'd bet their nowhere near packing the same stones as Red." The end of his sentence was punctuated with the ringing of the telephone. Angel grabbed it before Spike could, then replaced it soon after.

"Speaking of her, the jet's about to arrive. She's here."

"Time to go face the music. Or more precisely, the magic." Spike joked, as he stood to follow Angel to the landing bay. " I get the feeling I'm gonna get hollered at for not phoning earlier."