A/N: AU after Soulless
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Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since they found out that Cordy wasn't really Cordy. Two weeks since Angel got his soul back. Two weeks since Cordy, no not Cordy, a demon, killed his father. Two weeks since he and Faith killed Cor.the demon.
Don't cry.
Connor didn't know why it hurt so much. It wasn't like he'd actually cared about these people. It wasn't like he'd begun to trust them or see them as friends. It wasn't like he'd actually thought they might one day become his family. It shouldn't hurt so much. It shouldn't hurt at all, damn it!
Don't cry.
He'd killed Cordy. He'd taken a sword and shoved it through her gut. He'd killed Cordy. He'd killed his child. He'd had to do it. He knew that. It wasn't like it was really Cordy. It was a demon that had possessed her. It wasn't Cordy.
Don't cry.
She'd taken his soul. She'd taken his father's soul and hid it. They'd found it, after Faith figured out that Cordy wasn't really Cordy. They'd found his soul and given it back to him. And then she killed him. He didn't know why it bothered him to see his father crumble into a pile of dust. Wasn't that what he'd always wanted? Wasn't it?
Don't cry.
He and Faith had attacked her then. The fight had been fierce. He hadn't known Cordy could fight like that, but then it wasn't Cordy they were fighting, was it? He'd been the one to kill her. Shoved a sword through her gut, right around the place where his child would be growing.
Don't cry.
Was she even pregnant? Really, he didn't know much about the subject, but was it really possible to tell so soon. She hadn't had a chance to go to a doctor and he knew she couldn't have gone and bought one of those test thingies he saw that commercial about. Maybe she was lying. She was a demon after all.
Don't cry.
Fred was crazy again. Gunn had told him some about how she'd been when they rescued her from Pylea. It didn't sound nearly as bad as she was now. She was writing on walls and mumbling to herself and she wouldn't let Wesley go more than ten feet away from her. She'd screamed her head off when he tried to go to the store for some more first aid supplies.
Don't cry.
He supposed it was from the stress. That and watching both Angel and Gunn die. Cordy had killed Gunn right in front of her. She'd found them in the basement, alone. By the time Connor and Faith got there Gunn was dead and Fred was covered in his blood. Cordy had thrown Gunn's head at her. Fred hadn't spoken since, except for the mumbling and the screaming that is.
Don't cry.
No one had gotten out of the fight unharmed. Wesley was the worst. Cordy'd cut his left arm off. He had a bad limp too, but that paled in comparison to the arm. Lorne was missing and eye. He said it would grow back eventually, but it might take a few months. Fred's arm was broken and she had two black eyes. Faith had various bumps and bruises, plus a few broken fingers. Connor was the best. He had a stab wound in his leg, but it was shallow. Everything else was just superficial damage.
Don't cry.
He heard the door open and looked up to see who it was. A man, a girl and a child. The man and girl looked pretty beat up.
"We're closed." That hoarse sound was because he'd gotten punched in the throat. Yeah, that was it.
"We need Angel." The man spoke. His voice sounded dead. Kind of like Connor's own.
"He's dead. Wesley's in the courtyard." They seemed to slump even more than they already were, but there was no shock. The man crossed the lobby, heading for the courtyard. The girl sat down beside him with the child. Connor returned his gaze to the floor.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
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Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since they found out that Cordy wasn't really Cordy. Two weeks since Angel got his soul back. Two weeks since Cordy, no not Cordy, a demon, killed his father. Two weeks since he and Faith killed Cor.the demon.
Don't cry.
Connor didn't know why it hurt so much. It wasn't like he'd actually cared about these people. It wasn't like he'd begun to trust them or see them as friends. It wasn't like he'd actually thought they might one day become his family. It shouldn't hurt so much. It shouldn't hurt at all, damn it!
Don't cry.
He'd killed Cordy. He'd taken a sword and shoved it through her gut. He'd killed Cordy. He'd killed his child. He'd had to do it. He knew that. It wasn't like it was really Cordy. It was a demon that had possessed her. It wasn't Cordy.
Don't cry.
She'd taken his soul. She'd taken his father's soul and hid it. They'd found it, after Faith figured out that Cordy wasn't really Cordy. They'd found his soul and given it back to him. And then she killed him. He didn't know why it bothered him to see his father crumble into a pile of dust. Wasn't that what he'd always wanted? Wasn't it?
Don't cry.
He and Faith had attacked her then. The fight had been fierce. He hadn't known Cordy could fight like that, but then it wasn't Cordy they were fighting, was it? He'd been the one to kill her. Shoved a sword through her gut, right around the place where his child would be growing.
Don't cry.
Was she even pregnant? Really, he didn't know much about the subject, but was it really possible to tell so soon. She hadn't had a chance to go to a doctor and he knew she couldn't have gone and bought one of those test thingies he saw that commercial about. Maybe she was lying. She was a demon after all.
Don't cry.
Fred was crazy again. Gunn had told him some about how she'd been when they rescued her from Pylea. It didn't sound nearly as bad as she was now. She was writing on walls and mumbling to herself and she wouldn't let Wesley go more than ten feet away from her. She'd screamed her head off when he tried to go to the store for some more first aid supplies.
Don't cry.
He supposed it was from the stress. That and watching both Angel and Gunn die. Cordy had killed Gunn right in front of her. She'd found them in the basement, alone. By the time Connor and Faith got there Gunn was dead and Fred was covered in his blood. Cordy had thrown Gunn's head at her. Fred hadn't spoken since, except for the mumbling and the screaming that is.
Don't cry.
No one had gotten out of the fight unharmed. Wesley was the worst. Cordy'd cut his left arm off. He had a bad limp too, but that paled in comparison to the arm. Lorne was missing and eye. He said it would grow back eventually, but it might take a few months. Fred's arm was broken and she had two black eyes. Faith had various bumps and bruises, plus a few broken fingers. Connor was the best. He had a stab wound in his leg, but it was shallow. Everything else was just superficial damage.
Don't cry.
He heard the door open and looked up to see who it was. A man, a girl and a child. The man and girl looked pretty beat up.
"We're closed." That hoarse sound was because he'd gotten punched in the throat. Yeah, that was it.
"We need Angel." The man spoke. His voice sounded dead. Kind of like Connor's own.
"He's dead. Wesley's in the courtyard." They seemed to slump even more than they already were, but there was no shock. The man crossed the lobby, heading for the courtyard. The girl sat down beside him with the child. Connor returned his gaze to the floor.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
