Disclaimer:  Nope, don't own 'em and most likely never will.  Besides, if I did, there wouldn't be fan fic because everything would be absolutely perfect.

Summary: Conner, after beating Angel to a pulp, but not killing him yet, is going to pull an Angelus...so to speak.  He is going to inflict the worse kind of torture on Angel...he will kill his beloved.

Rating: PG-13 for future graphic description, but if you watch the show you can read this, unless otherwise noted.

Spoilers: Ats 1/2/3 and Buffy end of season 5 and all of season 6.

Timeline: Between 'Angel' "The Price and A New World" and 'Buffy' "Entropy and Seeing Red"

Genre: Romance after a few chapters.  First though the setting and problem has to be set.  Then the angst and occurs and hopefully the B/Aness occurs.

A/N:  Be patient with the B/A stuff.  Give me a couple of chapters.  Also, I update quickly if the ideas keep flowing and as of now, my teachers are complaining I'm 'drifting off in class'.  So stay tuned for fun chapters especially over the weekend.

A/N: Also, as always ** stands for italics and stands for someone's thoughts.

Feedback:  If you want, it lets me know that it's being read.  I'd like it but no seriously cruel flames please.  I don't like that...Duh!

Enjoy!

Suddenly, this scene became all too familiar to Buffy.  She stood there, with her steak in a position to strike.  The Slayer knew that if she followed through on her attack that the blow would most likely be fatal.  She had never had a problem in the past, taking care of whatever evil decided it was time for the Slayer to die.  But this time it was different, the fight wasn't long at all and she easily had the upper hand, and it seemed too easy.  Like it was meant or planned to happen this way. 

This Conner seemed so familiar to her and yet she couldn't put her finger on it.  Oh, but you can.  You know it.  But you don't want to admit it!   She chided herself.  She knew, of course she did.  It was the eyes.  The combination of those chocolate brown eyes and deep brown hair that struck that familiar and painful nerve in her chest. 

And all of a sudden, it hit her like a two-by-four to the gut.  Angel's son, however impossible she believed that to be, was now standing before her with a death wish.  Buffy pushed all thoughts of the hurt and pain and confusion she felt when thoughts of Angel being a father of an unknown child caused her and went into Slayer mode, to figure this all out.  She had no idea why he would threaten her life and then make it so easy for *her* to kill *him*!

But there was no more time to think because Conner advanced on her again with a knife of some sort.   She jerked away as fast as possible but then she felt the pain of the blade slicing across the flesh of her back, through the thin material of her black tee and duster.

The whole team in LA was severely at a loss.  Fred was still loopy and at odds from the invasion of the slug thing and calming down on the couch.  Gunn was at her side like a Siamese twin and didn't even move an inch away from her at all times.  Cordelia was tending to a sore and bloodied Angel.  He had cuts from the sword on his body, some short and some long.  He was weak and not to mention unconscious.  Angel could have easily won that fight, but every opportunity he had to make a substantial blow that could have gained him the upper hand…he hesitated.  Understandably, 'the father could not kill the son' let alone harm him in a meaningful manor. 

An hour later, Angel was coming around and was adamant about finding Conner before he killed someone.  Everyone was shocked at the weight his statement carried.  Conner? Kill someone? …  Never!   So Angel explained…

"The knife he had was special…different…deadly", he explained it head on…but to no avail.

"Okay, aren't all knife 'deadly", Cordelia asked with a sigh?

"Cordy, did you happen to notice the two pretty color vials on each end of the handle", Lorne decided to take pity on Angel and help the poor guy explain to the 'children' what was so obvious to the two 'ancient' ones.  At Cordelia's unknowing expression Lorne pressed on, "The knife is the Moe' Ron Spear.  It has a thin circular blade with an unique handle." 

"The knife is poisonous", Angel continued, "the vials on each end are the key to the whole damn thing."  Angel was starting to get frustrated and he wasn't paying close attention to his attitude.  Granted, having your son come back from the presumed dead as a 17-year-old and try to kill you and in the process sufficiently bloody you for your ages can't be very fun, but still. 

"Angel you're shaking man", now even Gunn was getting worried over his friends state.  It wasn't a pretty sight to see Angel come unglued.

"Angel, pal, you'd better sit down and leave the explanations to me."  Angel gladly left the explaining to Lorne and sat down and took un-needed breaths trying to calm down…to no avail.

"So, what is this Moron Spear supposed to do anyway?"   Cordelia, asked, boiling it down to the basics…again.

"The *Moe' Ron* Spear Cordelia is supposed to kill any human that comes in contact with it's poison.  The interaction the blood has with the knife when it pierces someone's flesh releases the poison.  That's what the vials are.  Two of 'em actually but…"

"The second one is the antidote for the poison". Angel finished.  He was calmer now.  "I'm going to search for him."  It wasn't an informative statement as it was a declarative one.  And the next thing they knew, the vampire was out the door, to look for his son.

"A little help!"  Buffy called through the house as she dragged an unconscious Conner through her front door. 

"Buffy!"  Dawn and Willow came running in with Tara close behind.  "What happened?"

"Long story short, Conner attacks and just as he's gonna go 'bye bye' I have a realization and he pulls a knife and I get it in the back and then I knock him unconscious."  Buffy explained as she carried Conner to the basement.  They all followed her.

"Realization?" Dawn asked as she helped Buffy attack the chains over the bar under the window and clip them on Conner's wrists.

"Yeah", Buffy's depressed response was more like a sigh than actually word formation.  "He's Angel's son and no questions please…I'm basically clueless."

Everyone, to her surprise, kept their questions to themselves.  Buffy wasn't sure if it was because they were respecting her wishes or if it was because they were as shell shocked as she was and to a point…still is.

"Www-what are you going to dooo?  Iif he he's Angel's sssson then…" Tara started.  She was usually comfortable around Dawn and Buffy but, whenever the Scoobies discussed past stories or people, she reverted to he nervous not-clued-in-self.

"I'm going to go make the call now", Buffy started to get up and when she did she looked at Tara and Dawn, "Could you two watch him?"  At their nod she continued up the stairs making eye contact with Willow and giving her a best friend look that said 'Come help!' 

"I'll go with you." Willow added cheerfully and followed in step with Buffy.

"Um, guys?  If he Jr. wakes up, keep away from his legs and come and get me."  The witch and sister nodded in consent toward the Slayer as she and the other (non-practicing) witch climbed the stairs.

When the two girls reached the kitchen, Buffy grabbed for the portable phone and sat with a desperate huff and sigh with a hint of panic in it.  She looked up at Willow with pleading eyes.  Willow took the hint and sat with her friend, "You okay?"

"No comment."

"But, I can tell you that I feel like vital organs might come out of me soon.  I must have been more shaken than I realized, cause I really am not feeling so hot."  Breath Buffy…breathe

"Okay, I can do this."  Yeah sure ya can, keep telling yourself that!  Your insides are crumbling and your one hope of ever having a dream come true have just crashed and burned but 'no worries'

"Dream come true?" Willow asked hesitantly.

Buffy's head shot up from staring at he keypad's pretty numbers, which made no sense to her to stare at Willow.  "Dear god I said that out loud!"  Buffy's head fell and landed with a 'thump' on the kitchen island. 

"Nothing I didn't know already Buffy."  She continued even after her best friends head came up again.  "I knew it then and I know it now."  Willow had a sympathetic look on her face that told Buffy what she needed to know.  Her best friend understood, now could she just convince herself that Buffy herself did?

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Tuff it out for now and see how things go.  Don't cross anything off your list and keep an open mind free of judgment on anything that should come up.  Try to avoid outbursts and…pray."  Willow gave the best advice she could.


"You think I'd start outbursts?!" Buffy asked slightly hurt but that was washed away when a pointed look from Willow told her to go along with the 'good' advice and just 'go with the flow.'

"Here goes nothing." Buffy then dialed the phone number of Angel Investigations and waited for the phone to stop ringing and someone to pick up.  When it finally did, she heard Cordelia's familiar voice and Buffy said, "Hi, Cordelia.  It's Buffy."

After Angel left Cordelia took charge.

"Okay, research and re-con.  Fred, do you feel up to finding out every bit of anything to do with this Moron Spear?"

"Moe' Ron" Lorne corrected.

"Whatever" Cordelia continued talking towards Fred, "So?"

"Sure, I could definitely use a distraction."  And she hurried off to the books.

"Okay, Gunn"

"Lemmie guess, go check haunts for info on Conner's whereabouts?"  Cordelia nodded.  "Already gone."  And he was out the door.

"Lorne…" Cordelia started but was interrupted by the telephone.  She went over to the desk and picked up the phone.  Once she did, her face dropped.  "Buffy…what a surprise!"