Rating: PG
Summary: Takes place a five months after Darla stakes herself (again).
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters… It all belongs to Joss Whedon and co.
A/N: OK, so that last chapter was a little lame, i.e. it was crap. I think I'll stick to writing shorter chapters from now on… P.S. thanks for the feedback.
Chapter 5- Goodbye and Hello
Darla sighed and zipped up her last bag. She looked around the deserted room and smiled. She'd be out of here by sunset. Out of this hellhole, out of this city and out of his life forever. It was stupid. Thinking that she could just reappear and everything will be… Stupid Powers That Be. Why won't they just let her stay dead, God damn it. But no, they had to bring her back and save the world they said. As if.
Darla walked over to sit on the bed. Part of her didn't want to leave. Part of her wanted to stay here… with Connor, with Angel.
What the hell was she thinking about? Angel? The no-good goody-two-shoes vampire-with-a soul of a childe who staked her for a mortal. A mortal! She's the slayer for goodness sake! He chose lust over blood. Stupid, stupid vampire. Why was she even thinking about him?
Even though she'd never admit it, part of her still loved him. But that was tiny part. OK, so it wasn't such a tiny part. Deep down inside her dead heart.
Darla sat up. She sniffed the air. Angel. Damn! How does he manage to get around in the day anyway? No wait. The sewers. How could she forget?
Darla stood up stalked curiously towards the door. Before she reached it, the door banged open.
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Angel ran up the stairs, three at a time. She won't have left already would she? What if he's too late? No, he could still smell her. Angel reached the door of 313. He tried to open the door but it was closed. Angel shook his head. He stood back and kicked it open.
Inside, he saw Darla standing with her arms over her chest.
"What are you doing here?"
"Don't go."
Darla laughed. "I thought you'd be the last person to say that to me. No wait, that would be you're little cheerleader."
"Please. Connor needs you right now."
"Why's that then?" Darla uncrossed her arms. "He's managed five months without me."
"He needs his mum."
"Why can't your slayer be his mum?"
Angel shook his head. "Just think about it OK?"
"There's nothing to think about."
"Please. I'm sure he misses you."
"How do you know?"
"Promise me you'll think about it."
"I will."
"Promise?"
"Yes." Darla's temper rose.
Angel sighed. "I'm gonna go then."
"Good."
Darla closed her eyes briefly and left the room.
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Angel watched the sun set from his bedroom window. She'd be leaving about now. She'd be out of his life, Connor's life. Probably forever.
"Hey."
Angel turned around to see Buffy standing behind him with Connor who was squirming in her arms.
"You need a hand?"
"Yes please." Buffy handed Connor to Angel.
Angel watched as Connor frowned. Then his face broke into a smile. A very evil smile at that.
Angel sighed. "I'll change him."
Buffy smiled and pinched her nose to block out the foul smell.
"Connor's evil plan number one" Buffy giggled.
Angel shook his head and carried his son into the other room.
Buffy came up behind him.
"You wanna go out sometime?"
Angel looked up. "Yeah… but what about Connor?"
"I'm sure Fred or Cordy will look after him."
"Yeah. He can be quite a handful though."
Buffy smiled. "That's true."
"There we go."
"Do you think he'll call me mummy?"
Angel turned pale. "Erm… I don't know."
Buffy smiled down at Connor. "Hello Connor. Do you want to play a game?"
Connor seemed very disinterested at the thought of playing a game before bedtime. All he wanted to do was get to sleep thank you very much. And maybe he'll wake daddy up in the middle of the night…
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Darla waited impatiently at the bus stop. It's been half an hour. During that half an hour, her brain hadn't stopped thinking about Connor. What if he does grow up to know Buffy as 'mum'?
Darla looked up for the thousandth time at the busy road. Still no bus.
What would Connor look like when he was older? Would he even know whether she existed? Would Angel tell him? God, that's ridiculous.
The more Darla thought, the angrier she grew at the thought of another woman raising her child. It was as if she was fighting an internal battle with herself.
Darla looked up at the road once again.
"Oh I give up."
Darla stood up and made her way towards her old flat (hellhole). She watched raindrops fell from the sky. Great.
An hour later Darla found herself outside the Hyperion Hotel. She wasn't even meant to be coming here. Darla grit her teeth and dragged herself inside.
Fred looked at from her desk at the approaching sound of footsteps. She shrieked.
Angel ran out of his room as soon as he heard Fred's scream. He saw Fred clutching the desk in terror.
"Darla. So you've changed your mind then?"
"I am not letting that bitch of a slayer raise my child!"
Angel smiled. "Well I'm glad you've changed your mind but she's not a bitch."
To Be Continued…
A/N: There we go. All finished. Ah! I love brainwaves… :) I hope you liked that.