Rating: PG

Summary: Darla decides to go see Connor. And just for the record, Holtz didn't manage to take Connor away and Angel has already forgiven Wesley.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters… It all belongs to Joss Whedon and co.

A/N: Hello again! Thanks to those who are reviewing!

Chapter 3- Connor

Darla crept into the shadows outside the Hyperion hotel. OK, so maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Darla peered through the darkness. She saw nothing.

"Great. Just great." Darla muttered to herself.

Darla tiptoed around to back garden. She found herself at the door leading to Angel's room. Memories flooded back to her.

"There we go. Nice and new." Angel's voice floated out from the half open window.

Darla could vaguely make out the shape of Angel bending over a small baby. He picked a nappy and pinched his nose. Darla smiled. She snapped out of her trance when a sudden noise sounded behind her. She remembered that she had to go. Damn hormones.

Darla took one last look at Connor and turned away. Her undead heart nearly breaking. Darla's attention wandered.

"Don't move."

Darla looked up and saw Wesley standing in front of her holding a stake to her heart.

"Now, I don't know how you got back, but-."

"Are you going to stake me or not?" Darla eyed the stake.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

"Do you want to stake me?" Darla tilted her head.

"Well, yes." Wesley adjusted his hold on the stake. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see my son before I left." Darla looked away from Wesley.

"And why would you want to do that?"

"Because I… because I love him." Darla closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the look on Wesley's face.

Wesley frowned. OK, so this was a little… weird.

"You don't have a soul. You can't love."

"Can't I?"

"No. It's not possible."

"What so I can't even love my son?" Darla slid into her game face.

"OK." Wesley wiped his brow with his free hand.

Darla slid back into her normal face.

"I think Angel will want to see you."

"He knows I'm back."

"Since when?" Wesley looked suspicious.

"I called him."

"He didn't say anything about it."

"I didn't think so."

"Well, I still think Angel should know."

"If you don't tell him, I promise I'll never come back again."

Wesley thought for a moment. That would solve a lot of things back what if Angel found out that he knew? No. That would be risky.

Wesley shook his head.

"No. I have to take you back."

Darla hung her head.

"Fine."

Wesley took hold of Darla's arm and roughly led her towards the entrance of the hotel.

Cordy walked out from behind her desk.

"Hey Wes. How was sl- AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" Cordy shrieked.

Angel rushed out a second later holding a screaming Connor in his arms.

"What's going on here?" Angel demanded.

Darla turned away. How could she face him again?

"Darla?"

Darla looked up at the mention of her name.

"When did you… how did you… why are you… here?" Angel stuttered.

"I came to see my son."

"Oh." Angel rocked Connor in his arms. "Look-."

Angel sighed and looked at a crying Connor. He slid into his game face.

"Oh come on. Stop crying. Everything's fine." Angel slid back into his normal face.

"What's wrong with him?" Wesley asked with concern.

"I don't know. He usually laughs at that."

Darla's emotions were in turmoil. Half of her wanted to run out. The other half, the much larger half wanted to hold the tiny baby and just cry.

"Can I… can I hold him?" Darla asked timidly.

Angel looked up in surprise.

"Um… I guess so…"

"No she can't." Buffy strode over to Angel from the door.

"Buffy… how did the slaying go?"

"Fine." Buffy threw a dirty look at Darla. "I thought she was dead."

"She… yeah."

"Rude much?" Darla asked snidely.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't stake you?"

"Why do you people keep asking me that?"

Wesley scratched his head.

"She may be different now."

Everyone turned to look at Wesley. Wesley cleared his throat.

"I mean, now that there's a baby involved in this, then maybe she'll act differently."

"How do you know for certain that she won't, I don't know, eat him?"

"Give her a chance, Buffy."

Buffy looked at Angel in surprise.

"If she was selfless enough to give up her life, then I don't think she'll harm Connor."

"She's a killer! She-."

"Will you stop talking as if I'm not here?"

"Shut up." Buffy threatened.

"I'm gonna take Connor into my room OK?" Angel looked down at Connor who was now wailing hysterically.

"Wait." Buffy took Connor from Angel and started bouncing him up and down.

Anger welled up inside Darla. She balled her hands into fists to stop herself from charging at the slayer and knocking her out. Her baby! She's holding her baby.

Buffy shook her head.

"No. You'd better put him to sleep. Otherwise we'll get no sleep tonight."

Angel looked at Darla who had that look on her face. He knew that look all too well. She was angry, really angry.

Darla took her chance and ripped her arm from Wesley's grip. She ran out of the hotel.

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Darla ran down the street. Her eyes filled with tears. She turned a corner and ran into a doorway. She climbed up three flights of stairs. When she got to the top, she pulled out a set of keys and opened the door of number 313.

Darla slammed the door of her apartment shut. She gasped. She had to get out of there. She grabbed some clothes from the tacky wardrobe in the corner of her bedroom and threw them into a suitcase.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Will something come and change Darla's mind about leaving? I think so!