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Title: New Worlds and Old Friends
Summary: What would have happened if Darla had never had to stake herself during Connors birth?
Spoilers: Up to Season Four Ground State.
Reviews: Yes please! Knowing what people like and dislike about my writing is the only way I'll ever improve.
Authors note: This is my fist fanfic that I've ever posted anywhere. My imagination kind of ran away with me all starting with what could of happened if Darla had never had to stake herself during labour but it will all get explained if it doesn't make much sense at first. If you want to read more of it please review and tell me what you think. Thanks.
**I had to remove this story briefly due to the fact that I realised shortly after uploading chapter 2 that I had been writing my supposed 'original' character as Faith. So I took the fic down and rewrote bits of it. I lost my reviews but just so you know I did appreciate them and would love more.**
The blinding flash of brilliant white light could be seen for miles around, lighting up store fronts and houses, waking small children from their slumber. There were of course lots of different theories among the residents of LA as to what the light could have been, rumours of thunder storms and electricity cables breaking flew about the city but none of these were even close to the truth. If anyone had been in the ally when the light had blazed up, they would have seen a completely different picture.
The bright white portal opened 10 feet above the ground of the LA backstreet and 3 figures fell screaming to the tarmac slamming hard on the ground with grunts of pain.
"That wasn't the pain free ride you promised" A tall, tanned brunette admonished the petite red head who lay tangled up on the ground with a brown haired woman as she pulled herself up, dusting down her drawstring trousers and army green top.
The brown haired woman groaned her agreement, "I think I broke something" rubbing her right arm and disentangling herself from the red head.
"Hey, dimensional portals aren't the easiest way to travel. I told you that." The red head snapped out. "And you Faith" She directed her comment at the brown haired woman, "Have jumped off three storey buildings before and never broken a bone, I don't think falling 10 feet will break anything of yours."
The brunette reached out her hand to the red head, helping her to her feet, "We're just joking, sorry Will."
"Yeah red, sorry." Faith helped Willow to wipe the dirt off her jacket.
Willow sighed, opening the portal had depleted her energy's and then having to maintain the binding spell she had worked on her two friends to keep them from getting separated had pushed her to the edge. She shook her head, "I'm sorry to guys. I'm just so tired after those spells."
"Thanks Willow." The brunette showed her gratitude at the witch's efforts at getting them to this world.
Willow flashed her friends a sad smile, "So Cordelia, what's the next step?"
The brunette looked around her getting her bearings, shifting a bag full of weapons in her hand she pulled out three stakes and passed one to Willow and one to Faith, "We pay a visit to an old friend" Cordelia cast her eyes up to the slowly closing portal, "and hope like hell that they can help us."
Connor sat spread out on the window ledge in his makeshift loft, gazing out of the broken window onto the cold LA night. The sudden flash of white light catching him so unawares that he fell off the ledge, "What the-" he trailed off as the light disappeared as quickly as it had come. He drew himself up to his full height checking he had a stake tucked safely in his jeans waistband and leaping out of the window to the street below, intrigued to discover the source of the light.
"Do you think he'll be ok?" Fred's light airy Texan accent whispered into Gunn's ear as he sat at the Hyperion Hotels reception desk flipping through a newspaper. He felt his girlfriend slide her thin arms around his neck from behind him and rest her chin on his shoulder, a contented smile settled on his mouth.
"Do I think who will be ok?" Gunn asked absentmindedly.
"Angel." Fred indicated to the tall, broad shouldered man who sat on the lobby steps a few metres away. "Connors gone and now he's seen Cordelia in that higher realm and knows she's not coming back." Fred sighed and shrugged, "He doesn't have anyone to hold onto anymore."
"He's got us." Gunn looked up from his newspaper at Angel.
Fred's arms tightened around him "Its not the same."
'Fred's right, its not the same' Angel thought to himself. He could hear every word that passed Fred and Gunn's lips, they always forgot that he had vampire hearing. 'You've been over this Angel' He told himself, 'Cordelia's where she is supposed to be and Connor will come back when he's ready, just like Cordy said he has to come back because he's family.'
The bright white light flooded the hotel within a second, lighting every dark corner and forcing the darkness out. Angel jumped up from his seat on the steps moving quickly over to the reception desk.
"What was that?" Angel's voice full of shock, all his heightened senses on alert.
The light disappeared, the shadows cast by the hotels soft lighting returning.
"I don't know but I sure as hell would like to" Gunn headed over to the weapons cabinet pulling out his large axe, handing a broadsword over to Angel and tossing a couple of stakes to Fred.
The remaining three of Angel Investigations moved purposefully out into the streets.
The white light hit Lilah's face cutting into her dreams and her eyes snapped open. She sat up in the double bed, bathed in light for a brief second and holding the white sheets around her lithe body. She saw Wesley's naked form leaning out of his open window, eyes searching the streets.
Lilah rolled out of the bed, sheets still clutched around her she moved over to Wesley. "Was there a blinding flash of light or was I dreaming?"
"You weren't dreaming Lilah." Wesley answered without looking back at her, ideas about what the light could have been already forming in his mind.
Lilah dropped the sheets and pressed herself up against Wesley's back, "Come back to bed." She purred.
Wesley turned to face Lilah a smile that didn't reach his eyes passing over his features. Lilah took him by the hand and led him back to his unmade bed.
Title: New Worlds and Old Friends
Summary: What would have happened if Darla had never had to stake herself during Connors birth?
Spoilers: Up to Season Four Ground State.
Reviews: Yes please! Knowing what people like and dislike about my writing is the only way I'll ever improve.
Authors note: This is my fist fanfic that I've ever posted anywhere. My imagination kind of ran away with me all starting with what could of happened if Darla had never had to stake herself during labour but it will all get explained if it doesn't make much sense at first. If you want to read more of it please review and tell me what you think. Thanks.
**I had to remove this story briefly due to the fact that I realised shortly after uploading chapter 2 that I had been writing my supposed 'original' character as Faith. So I took the fic down and rewrote bits of it. I lost my reviews but just so you know I did appreciate them and would love more.**
The blinding flash of brilliant white light could be seen for miles around, lighting up store fronts and houses, waking small children from their slumber. There were of course lots of different theories among the residents of LA as to what the light could have been, rumours of thunder storms and electricity cables breaking flew about the city but none of these were even close to the truth. If anyone had been in the ally when the light had blazed up, they would have seen a completely different picture.
The bright white portal opened 10 feet above the ground of the LA backstreet and 3 figures fell screaming to the tarmac slamming hard on the ground with grunts of pain.
"That wasn't the pain free ride you promised" A tall, tanned brunette admonished the petite red head who lay tangled up on the ground with a brown haired woman as she pulled herself up, dusting down her drawstring trousers and army green top.
The brown haired woman groaned her agreement, "I think I broke something" rubbing her right arm and disentangling herself from the red head.
"Hey, dimensional portals aren't the easiest way to travel. I told you that." The red head snapped out. "And you Faith" She directed her comment at the brown haired woman, "Have jumped off three storey buildings before and never broken a bone, I don't think falling 10 feet will break anything of yours."
The brunette reached out her hand to the red head, helping her to her feet, "We're just joking, sorry Will."
"Yeah red, sorry." Faith helped Willow to wipe the dirt off her jacket.
Willow sighed, opening the portal had depleted her energy's and then having to maintain the binding spell she had worked on her two friends to keep them from getting separated had pushed her to the edge. She shook her head, "I'm sorry to guys. I'm just so tired after those spells."
"Thanks Willow." The brunette showed her gratitude at the witch's efforts at getting them to this world.
Willow flashed her friends a sad smile, "So Cordelia, what's the next step?"
The brunette looked around her getting her bearings, shifting a bag full of weapons in her hand she pulled out three stakes and passed one to Willow and one to Faith, "We pay a visit to an old friend" Cordelia cast her eyes up to the slowly closing portal, "and hope like hell that they can help us."
Connor sat spread out on the window ledge in his makeshift loft, gazing out of the broken window onto the cold LA night. The sudden flash of white light catching him so unawares that he fell off the ledge, "What the-" he trailed off as the light disappeared as quickly as it had come. He drew himself up to his full height checking he had a stake tucked safely in his jeans waistband and leaping out of the window to the street below, intrigued to discover the source of the light.
"Do you think he'll be ok?" Fred's light airy Texan accent whispered into Gunn's ear as he sat at the Hyperion Hotels reception desk flipping through a newspaper. He felt his girlfriend slide her thin arms around his neck from behind him and rest her chin on his shoulder, a contented smile settled on his mouth.
"Do I think who will be ok?" Gunn asked absentmindedly.
"Angel." Fred indicated to the tall, broad shouldered man who sat on the lobby steps a few metres away. "Connors gone and now he's seen Cordelia in that higher realm and knows she's not coming back." Fred sighed and shrugged, "He doesn't have anyone to hold onto anymore."
"He's got us." Gunn looked up from his newspaper at Angel.
Fred's arms tightened around him "Its not the same."
'Fred's right, its not the same' Angel thought to himself. He could hear every word that passed Fred and Gunn's lips, they always forgot that he had vampire hearing. 'You've been over this Angel' He told himself, 'Cordelia's where she is supposed to be and Connor will come back when he's ready, just like Cordy said he has to come back because he's family.'
The bright white light flooded the hotel within a second, lighting every dark corner and forcing the darkness out. Angel jumped up from his seat on the steps moving quickly over to the reception desk.
"What was that?" Angel's voice full of shock, all his heightened senses on alert.
The light disappeared, the shadows cast by the hotels soft lighting returning.
"I don't know but I sure as hell would like to" Gunn headed over to the weapons cabinet pulling out his large axe, handing a broadsword over to Angel and tossing a couple of stakes to Fred.
The remaining three of Angel Investigations moved purposefully out into the streets.
The white light hit Lilah's face cutting into her dreams and her eyes snapped open. She sat up in the double bed, bathed in light for a brief second and holding the white sheets around her lithe body. She saw Wesley's naked form leaning out of his open window, eyes searching the streets.
Lilah rolled out of the bed, sheets still clutched around her she moved over to Wesley. "Was there a blinding flash of light or was I dreaming?"
"You weren't dreaming Lilah." Wesley answered without looking back at her, ideas about what the light could have been already forming in his mind.
Lilah dropped the sheets and pressed herself up against Wesley's back, "Come back to bed." She purred.
Wesley turned to face Lilah a smile that didn't reach his eyes passing over his features. Lilah took him by the hand and led him back to his unmade bed.
