Title: Friendly Reflection
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Never will. I do make claims to Lexia who I thought up all by myself. No help from nobody. Ok! Yes I made her up as a like, "fellow-demon-child-type" to relate to Connor, but that's all mine. Yep....anyways....
Summary: Set before Rain of Fire, as if Cordy had never left the hotel and ran back to Connor's place. Connor's coping with living alone when he meets someone who has something in common with him.
Raiting: Pg-13
Prologue
Los Angelus Memorial Hospital, January 1985
Sirens wailed, and orderlies ran about with a stretcher, i.v, and sheets. The ambulance screeched to a stop and the doors to the back flew open. A young woman screamed in agony as the workers helped her onto the stretcher.
"How far apart are the contractions?" a doctor asked as the wheeled her into the emergency room.
"About 2 minutes. They keep getting shorter."
"All right. Looks like she's gonna have this baby now."
"I can't be here...." the young woman murmured in her delirium. "They won"t... won't understand...."
"It's alright," the doctor told her reassuringly. "We'll take care of everything."
They orderlies and nurses wheeled her into an open room and transferred her into the bed. They hurried around trying to get the woman hooked up to all her machines. The doctor and nurses busily washed their hands to sterilize them. Suddenly the woman screamed so loudly that a glass broke in the room. Everyone stopped shocked. The nurses looked at the doctor who immediately washed off his soap and put gloves on his hands.
"Let's move people," he said. "This baby is coming now."
After about 30 minutes of nonstop screaming, with the nurses urging her on, and the doctor telling her to push, push, push! the young woman finally gave the last and collapsed back onto the bed crying. She was breathing heavily waiting for something, but no one said a word. The nurses stood stunned and the doctor moved about, uncertainly, cleaning off the infant. Finally the baby cried, letting its mother know it was awake, cold, and hungry. Still, no one said a word. Not one word. That is just what she feared.
"What is it?" she asked trying to sit up. "Is it....?"
She trailed off as she saw. A tiny baby crying in the doctors arms, waving her little arms, kicking her feet, and her tiny wings quivering. Transparent, sparkly, wings...
"No...no...oh, why this?"the woman moaned crying harder.
Then the double doors of the room swung open. A cloaked figure drifted into the room. As it went the nurses and orderlies in the room left, calmly, as if nothing was wrong. The figure came right up to the doctor, stopped, and held out its arms. The doctor handed over the baby and left the room as if nothing was wrong.
"I knew..." the woman told the figure her tears gone. "Even before she was born I knew she would be like this. I should have...should have..."
"No," the figure interrupted. "She will be perfect. Watch."
The figure drifted over to the woman and laid the infant in her arms. As soon as the child was in her mothers arms her wailing quieted, and she opened her eyes. The young woman stared, transfixed at her child. As she watched the infants wings fold into themselves and against it's back to look as if they weren't there. Sighing the woman smiled and kissed her child.
"Normal. She can be normal..." looking up at the cloaked figure she asked, "But you have to take her don't you?"
"Yes."
The young woman nodded and felt her eyes start to close. "Just as well. I don't think I can hold on much longer... Lexia. I want her name to be Lexia."
"So be it." The figure agreed.
"Lexia..."she murmured as her eyes drooped. Then closed.
The figure took Lexia out of her mother's arms that would soon be cold. Then they drifted out of the room into the hall. They passed nurses, doctors, and patients but no one seemed to notice them. Which was fine. It was the way it was suppose to be.
+ + +
Chapter One:
18 years later
Connor punched the vamp across the face. It went spinning away from him and he followed it, punching it again with his left. Then he snapkicked it in the chest causing it to fall backwards. He was about to go in for the kill when another the vampire's girlfriend jumped onto his back. Connor struggled with her for a moment until he could get both her arms over his shoulder and flip her off him.
She spun around and hissed at him. Connor kicked her in the face, pulled out his stake. She flung herself at him but Connor swung his arm with the stake out, pointy end first. The stake broke through flesh and bone into her heart and she exploded into dust. Connor looked over at boy-vamp.
Boy-vamp rolled onto his shoulders and flung himself to his feet. "You killed my girl," he snarled at Connor.
"Girl? If that was a girl then you've been hanging out with some pretty funky ones," Connor quipped.
Boy-vamp growled and lunged at Connor. Connor sidestepped and spun around quickly. The vampire spun around also and punched him across the face. Connor recoiled and round housed the vamp in the jaw. He punched at the vamp who blocked, threw Connor's arm aside and punched him in the ribs. Connor felt a crack but didn't let on. The vamp then grabbed Connor's arm in a lock and hurled him into the wall of the building behind them.
"Oof!" Connor grunted in pain. Then he felt a repeated battering on his chest as the vamp punched him repeatedly with both fist. Connor got enough space between them to kick the vamp away from him. He breathed in heavily and gently touched his ribs. But the vamp was already up and grabbed Connor by his shirt and threw him on the ground. The vamp leaned over him, and Connor was sure he was done for. Then he saw a boot come across his field of vision and kick the vamp in the face.
Boy-vamp and his new assailant went sailing over Connor and into a corner. Breathing a sigh of relief Connor sat up with difficulty and heard rather than saw the two fighting. Boy-vamp was definitely getting an ass-kicking with little trouble from his mysterious savior. Connor betted it was Angel, his so-called father could never stay out of his business. Then Connor heard the vamp scream and could only see one figure standing. Dusted.
"I didn't need your help you know," Connor said hatefully waiting for the lecture.
"You sure about that?" his savior asked stepping out of the shadows.
Connor's eyes widened. The person was younger, and much more female than Angel. Hell, she was smaller than Cordelia. About his age, 5'3 or so, with long black hair that had a blond streak in the right side, rather built... Off the subject Connor, he told himself.
The girl stepped forward and held a hand out to Connor. Connor accepted it and let her help him stand. This close he saw a small symbol tatoo'd near her right eye. He didn't recognize it but thought it suited her. He could tell there was something different about her.
"You can let go of my hand now," she told him when he held on a moment longer than necessary.
"Oh, sorry," Connor mumbled doing so quickly.
The girl started to walk off but Connor felt as if he should say something. So say something stupid, he thought realizing he was still silent. But he didn't have to.
"You should get those ribs checked out," the girl called to him over her shoulder.
"No money," he said.
She stopped and looked back at him. "Don't you have somewhere to go? Someone to take care of stuff like that?"
"I'm fighting vampires in back alley's at midnight. Does it look like I have someone to take care of me?"
"Guess not."
The two teens stood there awkwardly for a few moments.
"Do... I could look at your ribs for you..." she offered.
"Ok," Connor said trying not to sound to eager. "Uh...What's your name?"
"Lexia."
"I'm Connor."
"Hi Connor," she said motioning for him to follow her.
