Title: The Thing That Should Not Be
Authors: Littu and Bunny
Rating: PG-13, we guess. Rating systems are odd.
Spoilers: For those who were wondering. . . ~Season 6 for Buffy after All The Way (Spike doesn't love Buffy, but help out a lot Don't worry, still love the incredibly hot man/vampire he is. We treat him well) and Willow and Tara just broke up, no forgetting spell. ~Season 3 for Angel in the middle of Tomorrow. Connor runs off in the middle of the episode, never shoving Angel into a box and Cordy never went all higher being. And Grooslaug was never there.
Disclaimer: We don't ownie. So please don't suie! ^_^; (Included for both Buffy, Angel, Vanessa Carlton's Twilight, and Metallica's The Thing That Should Not Be)
Chapter Title: First Meetings
Summary: Connor is taking care of Dawn and meets some friends of his dad. And who is that shadow that's lurking around Angel?
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Connor brushed away some of Dawn's hair before he began to wash her wound. He washed and dressed it. Just when he finished, Dawn woke up. "Where am I?"
"Don't worry. You're safe."
Dawn tried to sit up, but failed falling back into the bed. "Not going to try that one for a little bit." Connor grinned.
"You've got a little bump on your head."
"Okay. I think I'll lay here for a little while longer." She sighed contentedly. "So what does bring you to Sunnydale? You never told me."
He was planning on saying. 'You. You've been in my dreams. What do you want.' But he didn't think it would fair to well. "Needed to get away for awhile."
"I understand that one. My sister tends to be overprotective. You know, trying to hide me from things that are obviously there. What did your parents do?"
"They're dead," he said stiffly.
"How?"
"Vampire."
"Oh, well. My dad left six years ago and Mom died in February."
"Was it a vampire?"
"No. A brain tumor."
"Oh."
"What happened to the demon?"
"Dead."
Dawn smiled jokingly. "Can you give any answers that are more than one word long." Connor was about to retort, but found he couldn't bring himself to do it. Now that was where the inner turmoil came. Holtz had told him to leave everyone and fight on your own. But here came this girl - from his dream no less - and she was trying to socialize with him, and he wasn't offended. A hand waving in front of his face ceased further thinking. "Connor? You still there?"
"Yeah. I just kind of blanked out there."
"I do that a lot. Where did you come from?"
"You ask a lot of questions," he said with a smile.
"Well, considering the fact you just saved my life I'd like to know a little bit more about you." They chuckled a little bit.
There was a thump in the distance and a yelling that followed shortly. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" Dawn tried to sit up and explain to her sister, but she got dizzy and had to fall back again. She saw Willow come up to her and gently examine her forehead.
"I'm sure this isn't what it looks like," said Willow loud enough for Buffy to hear. Then she whispered to Dawn, "This isn't what it looks like right?"
"Yeah," was her response in sarcasm. "As if I'd do that."
"Connor, what are you doing in Sunnydale?" asked Angel.
"Trying to get away from you," he said standing up looking as if he were prepared to fight or run.
"I'm not going to hurt you, son," reasoned Angel.
"SON?!" exclaimed Buffy, Willow, and Dawn. "Since when do you have a teenage son?" finished Buffy.
"So, you're lying to them, like you lied to me about Dad. Guess things don't change."
Angel finally realized it at that moment. "I didn't kill Holtz."
"Liar! I saw the bite marks. Justine saw you do it."
"Wait a minute," said Dawn. "You said that a vampire killed your dad. But if he's your Dad. . .but how can this other guy be your Dad WHAT is going on here?" Connor smirked at her attitude, an action not gone unnoticed by Angel.
"Well. . ." began the vampire, but his son ran further into the warehouse and out into the night. "That went well."
He turned around to see a really mad Buffy. "Care to explain?"
***
Connor stormed through Fehr graveyard. To say he was confused was the understatement of the year. Angel was there, lying to the people he didn't know, but seemed to know him, and he was starting to like the girl that haunted his dreams. In fury he kicked a gravestone down. "Oh, now that wasn't necessary now was it?"
He spun around to meet a platinum blonde vampire with a black duster. "What do you want?" he demanded reaching for the stake in his sleeve.
"I'm not here to feed, just picking up some fags and going back to my crypt," he said lifting up a box of Marlboro's. Connor didn't believe him, the only good vampires are dusted ones. The vampire blocked both punches given by the boy and instinctively backhanded him. "Bloody 'ell! I just hit you!" He sniffed the air. "And you smell like the bloody poof!" Connor became even more confused by the vampires sudden behavior.
"What do you mean 'bloody poof'?"
"Angel. Bloody Peaches. Don't tell me he's back in town. If he finds out I'm here he'll shove a bloody Sequoia through my chest."
"You know Angel?"
"Yeah. My Grandsire. Never liked the bloody nancy boy. To soft since he got his bloody soul."
Ignoring the immense usage of the word bloody, Connor asked, "Why do you hate him so much?"
"He turned the enemy side, came back after sleeping with the Slayer; bloody shame to vampires I'll tell you, and stole my woman before going back to saving the bloody puppies."
Connor decided he liked this guy. "Connor," he said introducing himself.
"Spike."
***
"Is everything ready for tomorrow night?" asked the head demon.
"Yes, master."
"Very good. Angelus shall return to us soon."
Authors: Littu and Bunny
Rating: PG-13, we guess. Rating systems are odd.
Spoilers: For those who were wondering. . . ~Season 6 for Buffy after All The Way (Spike doesn't love Buffy, but help out a lot Don't worry, still love the incredibly hot man/vampire he is. We treat him well) and Willow and Tara just broke up, no forgetting spell. ~Season 3 for Angel in the middle of Tomorrow. Connor runs off in the middle of the episode, never shoving Angel into a box and Cordy never went all higher being. And Grooslaug was never there.
Disclaimer: We don't ownie. So please don't suie! ^_^; (Included for both Buffy, Angel, Vanessa Carlton's Twilight, and Metallica's The Thing That Should Not Be)
Chapter Title: First Meetings
Summary: Connor is taking care of Dawn and meets some friends of his dad. And who is that shadow that's lurking around Angel?
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Connor brushed away some of Dawn's hair before he began to wash her wound. He washed and dressed it. Just when he finished, Dawn woke up. "Where am I?"
"Don't worry. You're safe."
Dawn tried to sit up, but failed falling back into the bed. "Not going to try that one for a little bit." Connor grinned.
"You've got a little bump on your head."
"Okay. I think I'll lay here for a little while longer." She sighed contentedly. "So what does bring you to Sunnydale? You never told me."
He was planning on saying. 'You. You've been in my dreams. What do you want.' But he didn't think it would fair to well. "Needed to get away for awhile."
"I understand that one. My sister tends to be overprotective. You know, trying to hide me from things that are obviously there. What did your parents do?"
"They're dead," he said stiffly.
"How?"
"Vampire."
"Oh, well. My dad left six years ago and Mom died in February."
"Was it a vampire?"
"No. A brain tumor."
"Oh."
"What happened to the demon?"
"Dead."
Dawn smiled jokingly. "Can you give any answers that are more than one word long." Connor was about to retort, but found he couldn't bring himself to do it. Now that was where the inner turmoil came. Holtz had told him to leave everyone and fight on your own. But here came this girl - from his dream no less - and she was trying to socialize with him, and he wasn't offended. A hand waving in front of his face ceased further thinking. "Connor? You still there?"
"Yeah. I just kind of blanked out there."
"I do that a lot. Where did you come from?"
"You ask a lot of questions," he said with a smile.
"Well, considering the fact you just saved my life I'd like to know a little bit more about you." They chuckled a little bit.
There was a thump in the distance and a yelling that followed shortly. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" Dawn tried to sit up and explain to her sister, but she got dizzy and had to fall back again. She saw Willow come up to her and gently examine her forehead.
"I'm sure this isn't what it looks like," said Willow loud enough for Buffy to hear. Then she whispered to Dawn, "This isn't what it looks like right?"
"Yeah," was her response in sarcasm. "As if I'd do that."
"Connor, what are you doing in Sunnydale?" asked Angel.
"Trying to get away from you," he said standing up looking as if he were prepared to fight or run.
"I'm not going to hurt you, son," reasoned Angel.
"SON?!" exclaimed Buffy, Willow, and Dawn. "Since when do you have a teenage son?" finished Buffy.
"So, you're lying to them, like you lied to me about Dad. Guess things don't change."
Angel finally realized it at that moment. "I didn't kill Holtz."
"Liar! I saw the bite marks. Justine saw you do it."
"Wait a minute," said Dawn. "You said that a vampire killed your dad. But if he's your Dad. . .but how can this other guy be your Dad WHAT is going on here?" Connor smirked at her attitude, an action not gone unnoticed by Angel.
"Well. . ." began the vampire, but his son ran further into the warehouse and out into the night. "That went well."
He turned around to see a really mad Buffy. "Care to explain?"
***
Connor stormed through Fehr graveyard. To say he was confused was the understatement of the year. Angel was there, lying to the people he didn't know, but seemed to know him, and he was starting to like the girl that haunted his dreams. In fury he kicked a gravestone down. "Oh, now that wasn't necessary now was it?"
He spun around to meet a platinum blonde vampire with a black duster. "What do you want?" he demanded reaching for the stake in his sleeve.
"I'm not here to feed, just picking up some fags and going back to my crypt," he said lifting up a box of Marlboro's. Connor didn't believe him, the only good vampires are dusted ones. The vampire blocked both punches given by the boy and instinctively backhanded him. "Bloody 'ell! I just hit you!" He sniffed the air. "And you smell like the bloody poof!" Connor became even more confused by the vampires sudden behavior.
"What do you mean 'bloody poof'?"
"Angel. Bloody Peaches. Don't tell me he's back in town. If he finds out I'm here he'll shove a bloody Sequoia through my chest."
"You know Angel?"
"Yeah. My Grandsire. Never liked the bloody nancy boy. To soft since he got his bloody soul."
Ignoring the immense usage of the word bloody, Connor asked, "Why do you hate him so much?"
"He turned the enemy side, came back after sleeping with the Slayer; bloody shame to vampires I'll tell you, and stole my woman before going back to saving the bloody puppies."
Connor decided he liked this guy. "Connor," he said introducing himself.
"Spike."
***
"Is everything ready for tomorrow night?" asked the head demon.
"Yes, master."
"Very good. Angelus shall return to us soon."