Title: Visions Cause Trouble
Author: BunnyKat
Rating: PG-13, to chicken to go any higher
Feedback: Yeah! Kat doesn't exactly like flames, but I embrace them! Please give us anything! Reviewers are our friends! Pretty Pretty please?
A/N: Does everyone here agree that finals suck? That's the reason this wasn't updated last week. Sorry, but you can blame the schooling system.
Disclaimer: We do not own ANY Angel or Buffy characters (*tear*).
Chapter Title: Taken Part 2
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Fog lifted from Dawn's vision and met the eyes of a pissed off Cordelia. "Well it took you long enough!" The two girls embraced.
"I like it," said Dawn referring to the shoulder length auburn hair. When Cordy tucked her hair behind her ear with her left hand, Dawn noted the shining rock on it. Deciding to lead her on, Dawn said, "And congratulations. Connor told me everything. He's very lucky."
The seer's eyes got wide. "Connor told you about Angel and me!"
"It's Angel?" asked Dawn and she started laughing.
"You mean he didn't tell you?"
"No, I was just guessing that you were engaged. Let me see the rock. Details. Can I be a bridesmaid?" Soon the two of them were talking about wedding plans and the future. Again Dawn's vision was blurred, but this time it was Angel hugging Cordelia. "No need for PDA, there's a minor in this room."
"Sorry," said Angel.
"We'll be good," said Cordy. They let go of each other, but were still sitting quite close. Angel and Cordy began to whisper to each other and Dawn went to go check on Connor. She shook him gently and rolled him over from his side. She saw a little hole with a bruise forming around it on his arm.
"Um, guys. Connor doesn't bruise easily or get random holes in his arm right?" They nodded with confused looks on their faces. "Then how comes he has a big one right now." The couple dashed over to the prone boy and tried to wake him.
Angel sniffed above his son's cut. "It's lairë. A type of muscle relaxant. I think they might have given him too much." He sighed and looked at both girls with concern in his eyes. "I don't know if he'll wake up."
***
Spike was wondering aimlessly throughout town, slowly using up his cigarette's, thinking about what might have happened in the past thirty-six hours. Positives, he was reconciling with Buffy. Negatives, the poof showed up and now he, Jr., and Bit were taken by some insane demon. It didn't take him long to narrow his list down to one suspect. Doc. Bloody pillock was going down. Spike smelled the sun rising, and quickly headed to Buffy's house.
He rushed into the kitchen before the rays could get to him. Buffy was sitting on a stool on the island, drinking hot chocolate. "Do you mind if I make a cuppa?" She shook her head, still staring into the steaming liquid. When he sat down, Spike asked, "You get any sleep last night?"
She shook her head again. "Did you find anything?"
"I chit-chatted with Willy, leaving his bar in near shambles," he said with a hint of pride in his voice. She smiled a little bit, but not much.
"So that's a no-go?" He nodded. "I'm meeting the gang at the Magic Box. I'll tell them everything then." She sighed getting up. "You can stay here for the day and do. . . whatever." She paused. "Except go into my room." Spike smirked. Buffy got to the door and turned around again. "And Spike. Thank you. Seriously."
As soon as she left, he turned and headed to the stairs. There was a forbidden room he was going to explore.
***
Angel and Cordelia were in the far corner, huddled up and sleeping. Dawn looked down at Connor. Granted, she had known him for less than a week, it seemed . . . wrong for him to be in this state. She had been thinking about Willow's magic books trying to think if there was a cure. She had skimmed over the part about poisons and read a fair amount of the antidotes, but mainly looked at the levitation and element spells. None of which can help now.
She glanced back at the two lovebirds in the corner. Cordy had fallen asleep, and Angel exhausted from the past few days, laid down next to her and was soon in a slumber of his own. She turned her attention back to Connor. "Hey. Just because you're unconscious doesn't mean that we can't talk." Dawn grinned at how ridiculous this must appear. She picked up his hand and began to rub it. "You were fighting really well in the music store. I never woulda thought of taking a base wire to the neck. Maybe when we get outta this thing alive, you could teach me some fight moves."
Dawn sighed. "I kinda think this is my fault," she muttered. "Like, maybe if I had picked a different street to go home on, or if I'd kept track of the time. Maybe I could make a deal with Doc. He always, seems to want the Key, so maybe I could ask for you guys to leave and me stay here. I'm just really sorry you had to get mixed up with this."
She looked at the hole in Connor's arm and touched it. A green shimmer appeared from her hand and wrapped itself over the wound. "Wow!" yelled Dawn, moving backwards and startling Angel and Cordy.
Connor groaned and sat up, shaking his head. "Oh, thank God!" exclaimed Cordy, hugging Connor, followed shortly by Angel.
None of them had noticed what Dawn had done, so she stayed quiet about it.
***
Buffy came into her room at about 7:30, to find Spike asleep on her bed. Grinning, she picked up Mr. Gordo and hurled it at him. "Ya hit the pansies," he muttered out before waking up.
"Pansies?" asked Buffy smothering a laugh.
The vampire handled the pig dangerously. "You never ask again, the pork's tail stays intact."
Buffy's eyes silted. "You wouldn't."
He threw the stuffed animal back at her and sat up. "How did everyone handle it?"
"They freaked, understandably." She sat down beside him. "We called Giles and he said that there was a whole bunch of that stuff stolen from the council within the last couple of weeks." Buffy sighed, "He also said that he would come to Sunnydale as soon as his retreat was over. No matter what."
"I'll wager you're not happy about that."
"It's just. . I'm finally getting used to him not being here, everyone is. And then he'll come back for a visit and it'll seem like old times. But he'll only stay a week and then go back to his home." She paused. "I dunno, maybe-"
She never had a chance to finish her statement when the windows crashed open, to reveal a rather large demon. "Run," he whispered to Buffy, as he picked up the ax lying next to the bed.
Buffy did as she was told and skipped clumsily down the stairs. She threw open the front door and didn't even make it to the porch steps before she was knocked unconscious.
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TBC. . .
Aren't we just evil with the cliffhangers.
Preview (aka basic guist of next chappie) With lives in the balance, Connor must chose who to take and who to leave.
Evil huh?
Author: BunnyKat
Rating: PG-13, to chicken to go any higher
Feedback: Yeah! Kat doesn't exactly like flames, but I embrace them! Please give us anything! Reviewers are our friends! Pretty Pretty please?
A/N: Does everyone here agree that finals suck? That's the reason this wasn't updated last week. Sorry, but you can blame the schooling system.
Disclaimer: We do not own ANY Angel or Buffy characters (*tear*).
Chapter Title: Taken Part 2
--------------------------------------------------------------
Fog lifted from Dawn's vision and met the eyes of a pissed off Cordelia. "Well it took you long enough!" The two girls embraced.
"I like it," said Dawn referring to the shoulder length auburn hair. When Cordy tucked her hair behind her ear with her left hand, Dawn noted the shining rock on it. Deciding to lead her on, Dawn said, "And congratulations. Connor told me everything. He's very lucky."
The seer's eyes got wide. "Connor told you about Angel and me!"
"It's Angel?" asked Dawn and she started laughing.
"You mean he didn't tell you?"
"No, I was just guessing that you were engaged. Let me see the rock. Details. Can I be a bridesmaid?" Soon the two of them were talking about wedding plans and the future. Again Dawn's vision was blurred, but this time it was Angel hugging Cordelia. "No need for PDA, there's a minor in this room."
"Sorry," said Angel.
"We'll be good," said Cordy. They let go of each other, but were still sitting quite close. Angel and Cordy began to whisper to each other and Dawn went to go check on Connor. She shook him gently and rolled him over from his side. She saw a little hole with a bruise forming around it on his arm.
"Um, guys. Connor doesn't bruise easily or get random holes in his arm right?" They nodded with confused looks on their faces. "Then how comes he has a big one right now." The couple dashed over to the prone boy and tried to wake him.
Angel sniffed above his son's cut. "It's lairë. A type of muscle relaxant. I think they might have given him too much." He sighed and looked at both girls with concern in his eyes. "I don't know if he'll wake up."
***
Spike was wondering aimlessly throughout town, slowly using up his cigarette's, thinking about what might have happened in the past thirty-six hours. Positives, he was reconciling with Buffy. Negatives, the poof showed up and now he, Jr., and Bit were taken by some insane demon. It didn't take him long to narrow his list down to one suspect. Doc. Bloody pillock was going down. Spike smelled the sun rising, and quickly headed to Buffy's house.
He rushed into the kitchen before the rays could get to him. Buffy was sitting on a stool on the island, drinking hot chocolate. "Do you mind if I make a cuppa?" She shook her head, still staring into the steaming liquid. When he sat down, Spike asked, "You get any sleep last night?"
She shook her head again. "Did you find anything?"
"I chit-chatted with Willy, leaving his bar in near shambles," he said with a hint of pride in his voice. She smiled a little bit, but not much.
"So that's a no-go?" He nodded. "I'm meeting the gang at the Magic Box. I'll tell them everything then." She sighed getting up. "You can stay here for the day and do. . . whatever." She paused. "Except go into my room." Spike smirked. Buffy got to the door and turned around again. "And Spike. Thank you. Seriously."
As soon as she left, he turned and headed to the stairs. There was a forbidden room he was going to explore.
***
Angel and Cordelia were in the far corner, huddled up and sleeping. Dawn looked down at Connor. Granted, she had known him for less than a week, it seemed . . . wrong for him to be in this state. She had been thinking about Willow's magic books trying to think if there was a cure. She had skimmed over the part about poisons and read a fair amount of the antidotes, but mainly looked at the levitation and element spells. None of which can help now.
She glanced back at the two lovebirds in the corner. Cordy had fallen asleep, and Angel exhausted from the past few days, laid down next to her and was soon in a slumber of his own. She turned her attention back to Connor. "Hey. Just because you're unconscious doesn't mean that we can't talk." Dawn grinned at how ridiculous this must appear. She picked up his hand and began to rub it. "You were fighting really well in the music store. I never woulda thought of taking a base wire to the neck. Maybe when we get outta this thing alive, you could teach me some fight moves."
Dawn sighed. "I kinda think this is my fault," she muttered. "Like, maybe if I had picked a different street to go home on, or if I'd kept track of the time. Maybe I could make a deal with Doc. He always, seems to want the Key, so maybe I could ask for you guys to leave and me stay here. I'm just really sorry you had to get mixed up with this."
She looked at the hole in Connor's arm and touched it. A green shimmer appeared from her hand and wrapped itself over the wound. "Wow!" yelled Dawn, moving backwards and startling Angel and Cordy.
Connor groaned and sat up, shaking his head. "Oh, thank God!" exclaimed Cordy, hugging Connor, followed shortly by Angel.
None of them had noticed what Dawn had done, so she stayed quiet about it.
***
Buffy came into her room at about 7:30, to find Spike asleep on her bed. Grinning, she picked up Mr. Gordo and hurled it at him. "Ya hit the pansies," he muttered out before waking up.
"Pansies?" asked Buffy smothering a laugh.
The vampire handled the pig dangerously. "You never ask again, the pork's tail stays intact."
Buffy's eyes silted. "You wouldn't."
He threw the stuffed animal back at her and sat up. "How did everyone handle it?"
"They freaked, understandably." She sat down beside him. "We called Giles and he said that there was a whole bunch of that stuff stolen from the council within the last couple of weeks." Buffy sighed, "He also said that he would come to Sunnydale as soon as his retreat was over. No matter what."
"I'll wager you're not happy about that."
"It's just. . I'm finally getting used to him not being here, everyone is. And then he'll come back for a visit and it'll seem like old times. But he'll only stay a week and then go back to his home." She paused. "I dunno, maybe-"
She never had a chance to finish her statement when the windows crashed open, to reveal a rather large demon. "Run," he whispered to Buffy, as he picked up the ax lying next to the bed.
Buffy did as she was told and skipped clumsily down the stairs. She threw open the front door and didn't even make it to the porch steps before she was knocked unconscious.
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TBC. . .
Aren't we just evil with the cliffhangers.
Preview (aka basic guist of next chappie) With lives in the balance, Connor must chose who to take and who to leave.
Evil huh?