Authors Note: I tried to write this many different ways and finally ended up combining each draft all into one piece. I hope you guys enjoy it. Thanks for the review's as ever I'm grateful for them.
Regarding doing a dream sequence for Faith, I'd love to give it a go and so I'll try to put that up next.
Spoilers: Season 3 still and there are some lines pulled from early episodes of season 4.
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"Beautiful isn't it" The petite blonde woman commented to him.
Connor stopped still, staring at the woman's back as she stood looking out over LA from a balcony in the Hyperion Hotel.
The woman turned to look over her shoulder at Connor and for moment his breath was snatched away by her beauty.
"But then I did always love a view." Her sweet voice floated over to Connor as she waved a small hand towards him, beckoning him closer.
Connor took a few uncertain steps towards the woman looking at her in awe as a ray of brilliant sunlight bathed her in a soft glow.
He drank in the way she looked, burning her appearance into his memory. Golden hair lay smooth against her head, blues eyes that danced as if in laughter set in skin that was pale like milk. The simplest of white dresses fell in folds about her seemingly fragile figure and delicate hands twisted themselves in knots before her just as his did when he was nervous.
"Don't worry, I don't bite."
Connor felt a tug of familiarity pull on his heart.
"Who are you?" His question innocent of the uncertainty that swamped his thoughts.
"Do you really need to ask me that?"
"Mother." He spoke the word with such conviction.
Connor watched in wonder and surprise as a smile curved the corners of Darla's mouth upwards and she took a step towards him, reaching her hand up to his face.
Connor relished the feeling of his mother's delicate fingers tracing patterns over his cheek.
"My boy, my darling boy."
Darla dropped her hand from Connor's face and he watched as she leant her body against the metal railings that surrounded the balcony.
Connor looked over the city that sprawled out beneath them.
"How did you get here? No one ever comes here."
"I thought it was time we met."
Connor watched in admiration as a gentle wind lifted Darla's hair from her face as she gazed out over the city.
"Your so like Angel. All that pain and compassion wrapped up in a nice, neat little parcel of guilt."
"I'm not like him." Connor spat the words out forcefully
Hearing Darla sigh at his callous words he spoke again.
"I don't understand this world." Defeat evident in his eyes.
"Its harsh and cruel just like Angel said but that's what makes it fun."
Connor heard the wise yet playful tone in his mother's voice.
"The lines blur, you have to think hard to find the right and wrong in everything and it takes time. You can't expect into come to this world and for it all to fall into place because it doesn't work like that.
Hell I was alive for over four hundred years and I only discovered my reason for being five minutes before I turned myself to dust."
"What am I supposed to do, when I don't even know what I am?" Connor let himself ask the question that plagued his mind.
"Let him help."
"I don't need his help. He's not my father."
"Where do you think that soul came from? Sure your strength and speed were all courtesy of Angelus but your soul, the part that makes you. Well that only could have come from Angel."
Connor chose to stay silent and just watch his mother as she smiled out at the city.
"No one out there cares Connor. No matter how many people you save not one of them will ever care about you the way he does."
"You want me to forgive him."
"What has he ever done to you that needs forgiveness?"
Connor contemplated his mother's words as she swivelled her slight body to face him, meeting his blue eyes with hers in a stare so intense he could have sworn that she looked right through him.
"Time to go."
He saw the smile that lit up her features flash across her face just before she turned and leapt over the balcony railings, fair hair streaming behind her as she fell.
"Mother"
Connor let out the desperate shout vaulting over the railings right behind her, as they both fell further towards the bright lights the City of Angels.
Regarding doing a dream sequence for Faith, I'd love to give it a go and so I'll try to put that up next.
Spoilers: Season 3 still and there are some lines pulled from early episodes of season 4.
**
"Beautiful isn't it" The petite blonde woman commented to him.
Connor stopped still, staring at the woman's back as she stood looking out over LA from a balcony in the Hyperion Hotel.
The woman turned to look over her shoulder at Connor and for moment his breath was snatched away by her beauty.
"But then I did always love a view." Her sweet voice floated over to Connor as she waved a small hand towards him, beckoning him closer.
Connor took a few uncertain steps towards the woman looking at her in awe as a ray of brilliant sunlight bathed her in a soft glow.
He drank in the way she looked, burning her appearance into his memory. Golden hair lay smooth against her head, blues eyes that danced as if in laughter set in skin that was pale like milk. The simplest of white dresses fell in folds about her seemingly fragile figure and delicate hands twisted themselves in knots before her just as his did when he was nervous.
"Don't worry, I don't bite."
Connor felt a tug of familiarity pull on his heart.
"Who are you?" His question innocent of the uncertainty that swamped his thoughts.
"Do you really need to ask me that?"
"Mother." He spoke the word with such conviction.
Connor watched in wonder and surprise as a smile curved the corners of Darla's mouth upwards and she took a step towards him, reaching her hand up to his face.
Connor relished the feeling of his mother's delicate fingers tracing patterns over his cheek.
"My boy, my darling boy."
Darla dropped her hand from Connor's face and he watched as she leant her body against the metal railings that surrounded the balcony.
Connor looked over the city that sprawled out beneath them.
"How did you get here? No one ever comes here."
"I thought it was time we met."
Connor watched in admiration as a gentle wind lifted Darla's hair from her face as she gazed out over the city.
"Your so like Angel. All that pain and compassion wrapped up in a nice, neat little parcel of guilt."
"I'm not like him." Connor spat the words out forcefully
Hearing Darla sigh at his callous words he spoke again.
"I don't understand this world." Defeat evident in his eyes.
"Its harsh and cruel just like Angel said but that's what makes it fun."
Connor heard the wise yet playful tone in his mother's voice.
"The lines blur, you have to think hard to find the right and wrong in everything and it takes time. You can't expect into come to this world and for it all to fall into place because it doesn't work like that.
Hell I was alive for over four hundred years and I only discovered my reason for being five minutes before I turned myself to dust."
"What am I supposed to do, when I don't even know what I am?" Connor let himself ask the question that plagued his mind.
"Let him help."
"I don't need his help. He's not my father."
"Where do you think that soul came from? Sure your strength and speed were all courtesy of Angelus but your soul, the part that makes you. Well that only could have come from Angel."
Connor chose to stay silent and just watch his mother as she smiled out at the city.
"No one out there cares Connor. No matter how many people you save not one of them will ever care about you the way he does."
"You want me to forgive him."
"What has he ever done to you that needs forgiveness?"
Connor contemplated his mother's words as she swivelled her slight body to face him, meeting his blue eyes with hers in a stare so intense he could have sworn that she looked right through him.
"Time to go."
He saw the smile that lit up her features flash across her face just before she turned and leapt over the balcony railings, fair hair streaming behind her as she fell.
"Mother"
Connor let out the desperate shout vaulting over the railings right behind her, as they both fell further towards the bright lights the City of Angels.