Connor's nose was acting up. He couldn't figure it out, bust something was coming. He was also restless. He had taken to running around the track to get his anger out. They gym teacher, a coach to many of the sports teams, was looking at him with greed in his eyes.
Connor just ignored him and ended up seeking out refuge in Spike's lair, the basement. The human and the vampire shared an unusual friendship. They were both deathly loyal to Dawn and so fiercely loyal to one another. Spike started to have his episodes less and less, but started to act like Connor more and more.
It came to a peak when the two of them were patrolling the graveyard. They came upon two lovers, or what looking like two lovers. In all actuality, it was Buffy and Angel.
As soon as Connor caught wind of his father, he ran away. Spike furrowed his forehead and followed the only person he thought of as a friend.
"What's up with that Duck?" Spike as he caught up with Connor.
"He's here," was the only think he could say before he started to beat up the stone wall of the ally they were standing in.
"Who, Peaches? Granted he's not my favorite character, but nothing too bad, as long as you didn't hurt his family. That happens to bring out a particularly nasty side of him," Spike told him, wincing slightly at the thought. "You didn't do that, did you?" Spike asked as an after thought.
The teenager turned to him, weary of beating upon the innocent wall, "Worse, I'm the family that hurt him."
Spikes eyes comically bugged out; "I'm not going to push Duck. But if Peaches gets it into his head that you need a punishment, well, I can't help you," Spike put a hand on Connor's shoulder, but he just shrugged it off.
"He's not going to get me. I won't go out after dark. I won't be caught in his trap again," Connor muttered to himself more to himself than to Spike and ran out of the ally and to the apartment.
What he told Spike wasn't really the truth, it was more like Angel couldn't be caught again in the trap that was Connor. Connor didn't trust himself. If could do this, what else could he do?
The nest day Cordelia walked into the Sunnydale High School. She was meeting with Buffy; they were both trying to figure out the best plan in order to get Connor back home to LA.
After talking for a while, Buffy inquired to see if Connor could come to her office, but Connor wasn't in school, yet his cousin, Kassandra O'Connor was. When the girl walked into Buffy's office, her voice was caught in her throat. Shaking her head, Kassandra turned the other way and walked out, back to her class.
The two women looked at each other, "That went well," Cordelia remarked.
Buffy just looked through her Rolodex. "Here's their address, go talk to one of them."
By the end of the day, Dawn was dead tired; she was ready to go home. She was so happy when se arrived home, with no visible sign that there was another soul in the house. She was surprised to say the least when she walking into her room, only to see Connor sitting at her desk.
The scene could eerily remind one with Buffy and Angel replacing Dawn and Connor.
"What are you doing here?" Dawn asked once she calmed down enough from her scare.
"Had to hide," Connor told her while he debated within himself to tell Dawn the truth about his checkered pats.
Dawn gave him a quizzical look; "You had to hide from?"
Connor sighed and told her his tale. It was against his better judgement, but he could trust her, or so he hoped. But the end he expected her to recoil in disgust, but that was not the case. Dawn embraced him.
"But you know better now, don't you?" she prompted.
"I guess so," Connor shrugged.
"Look, the sun is setting in a few hours. I'm going to call Kassandra to tell her we'll be around. Okay?" Dawn kissed Connor's forehead, much like a child would do to her child.
As soon as the sun's last rays hit Dawn's bedroom wall, they slipped out of Dawn's window, which again could represent Buffy and Angel, born once again.
Only minutes after Dawn and Connor stole away, Angel and Buffy arrived at the Summer's house. As they walked up the stairs, Angel's nose picked something up.
"Connor, he was here," Angel told the slayer quietly. As they walked into Dawn's room, they were greeted only by the fluttering of the window curtains.
As they walked down the stairs Buffy sighed, "So this is how Mom felt," Angel nodded, thinking of his father, long dead.
As the two sat quietly in the living room while the rest incessantly chattered on. No one noticed when Cordelia left the room, and eventually the house.
Cordelia shifted from foot to foot as she rang the doorbell for the second time. "Yes?" Kassandra opened the door.
"Look, I know you don't really know me or trust me, but I need to talk to you. It's about Connor," Cordelia pleaded. Kassandra didn't even meet Cordelia's eyes, but let her in anyway.
As she sat down, Cordelia looked at the simply decorated room. Kassandra sat across from the older woman, picking up some kind of knitting. Cordelia just watched, trying to figure out what she was going to say.
"Look, I know you have no reason to trust me, but you have to know that even though Connor may speak badly about us, we care about him so much. We really do," Cordelia started, but she stopped talking when she saw Kassandra's eyes.
Kassandra's eyes held something Cordelia recognized, but couldn't place. "Connor never said anything horrible about his family. But if you want to know about him, ask him," Kassandra told her.
Cordelia was stumped. But she didn't say a word, although if this hadn't concerned Connor, she would have yelled and screamed. Kassandra smiled demurely, and continued to knit.
"I'm surprised it took you this long to come and talk, Seer," Kassandra said off handedly.
"What?" Cordelia tried to fake her out.
"With all your powers, why haven't you sniffed me out sooner?" Kassandra asked.
Realization dawned on Cordelia's face; "You know the whole story, past, present, and future."
Kassandra almost laughed, but it came out a snort, "So you guess it, but get this, you will only find out when it is the appropriate time,"
Cordelia rolled her eyes, "You lighters…will you stop talking in riddles?"
"But riddles are my way. Besides, only I know my mission. Now I'm going to tell you this, if you get in my way, if anyone gets in my way, they will be sorry," light in Kassandra's eyes snapped and crackled with an inner fire.
Cordelia nodded her head and showed herself to the door. She wasn't happy with the out come of the trip, but if fate was supposed to be like this, Angel Investigations may be setting up shop in Sunnydale for a while.
Kassandra was lone in the apartment, music her only company. Connor came home and stumbled to his bedroom. Running from his past, present, and future tired him out.
The next day Kassandra stole away down to the basement, hoping that Spike would listen to her.
"What do you want lighter?" Spike asked, unhappy to be disturbed.
"Spike, William the Bloody, William. Whatever you choose to be called. I have a story to tell you. One that takes place in the past, present, and future," Kassandra sat down and her eyes met the blonde vampire's.
By the time her story was complete, Spike had a disgusted look upon his face. But then he thought about it. "So I'm to give shelter to the two love birds?" he asked.
"If they need it. I'll protect them with my life I need be," Kassandra said with all seriousness.
"Well then I'll try. I may not like it, but worse has been done," the vampire shrugged.
"You're a good man, William, you're a good man," Kassandra told Spike before she went back to the first floor, back to the life where there was no such thing as monsters under your bed.
Whee1 I know for the people that *are* reading this are feeling slightly jilted when they read the last part posted, but it was just an interlude! I mean a whole chapter about Angel when the fic is supposed to be Kassandra, but it's really about Connor and Dawn? Who knows….welcomed to my world…please review!