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! We appreciate the criticism!
A/N: About the lack of updating. . . . if you've also been reading "The Way End of Days Should Have Been" (which Bunny & Lucky have been writing) you'd know about the problems Bunny's been having. Her sister's godmother recently passed away, her grandmother had a serious surgery, and her cousin has a terminal disease. So a break was needed to get things back in order, but we're going to try and stay back for good.
Disclaimer: We do not own ANY Angel or Buffy characters (*tear*).
Chapter Title: Teammates
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The four prisoners walked around the cell, trying to find a loose stone or anything to pick their way out. There was no such way. "Okay," said Angel. "Maybe we should think of this in another way. Try to think of something they said, or any actions they did, or-"
"He needed us," interrupted Cordy. "He needed Dawn and me. He never said why, but mentioned that he needed us."
Dawn shrugged as if this was old news. "Doc obviously needs me so he can open a portal to a different dimension." The vampire and seer looked at her oddly. "Key. Can open dimensions. You know the drill."
Cordy shook her head. "He also mentioned a game-"
The door slammed open and Doc stood there. "I do believe it's time we pick teams."
"Constantly," muttered Cordy before being drug away with everyone else.
Connor was brought down a different hallway from the others. When he realized this, he began to struggle more which took four brutes to hold him. He was led to a room with a glass window showing into the next room. Doc turned to face him. "You'll be picking two people to go with you. But choose wisely." He nodded and both Angel and Cordelia were thrown into the room, bound and unconscious. Dawn and Buffy were put in next. He wasn't quite sure how Buffy had gotten there, but he'd seen enough.
Connor lunged himself at the cool glass, trying to break it, only to discover there was a magical field on it. It flung him across the room with a crack on the wall where he hit. "Decisions, decisions," taunted the demon. "Time's short too. We've, um, got to keep a schedule."
Connor looked. How was he supposed to chose? 'Baby? You gotta listen to me? All right?'
"Huh?" he asked aloud and turned to see a woman in black pants and a red shirt. She was blonde and had an aura like he knew her.
'Shhh,' she said, though he seemed to be the only person to hear her. 'Just think what you want to know.'
'Who are you? What are you doing here?'
The woman smiled. 'So curious,' she muttered. 'I'm a messenger from the powers. I'm here to tell you need to take Angel and Buffy with you.'
'I can't just leave them here,' he argued in his mind and standing up.
'Look at them.' Connor looked out the window. 'I know how you feel. More than you think. I also know that you've taken a liking to the girl and you don't want to leave her.' She stepped into his line of vision. 'But if you don't do as I say. You'll all die. Dawn included.'
The woman looked into the room and stared. 'Take Buffy and Angel with you,' she stated. 'Then tell Buffy to talk to the witches, especially the blonde one, about her dream. It's time he's accepted.'
Connor tilted his head. 'Who are you?'
She smiled one more time. 'Take care, my son.' Darla gently kissed his cheek. 'And please tell Angel I gave my blessing.' Darla walked away, fading as she went.
Doc sighed in annoyance. "Who are you. . going to take?"
"Angel and Buffy," he said tensely.
"Wise choice."
The next thing Connor knew was blackness.
***
The three figures were hurled from the van before it sped away. Buffy immediately sat up and began working her knots and got them free. Angel had his already done and was helping Connor. "Why?" demanded Buffy walking towards him threateningly, only being stopped by Angel. "Why didn't you take Dawn out?"
"He needed her and would've killed us all if I had!" he exclaimed angrily.
"How do you know!" she yelled, nearly crying now.
He gazed at the street. "Because of my mother," he stated calmly.
"Your mother?" questioned Angel. "What'd she say? How'd you see her?"
"The Powers," he stated evenly. "She also said for you to talk to Tara about your dream. Said it's time 'he' was accepted."
Buffy tilted her head in thought. "Who is your Mom anyway?"
Angel and Connor sent a nervous glance to each other. "How about we get to your house," suggested Angel to Buffy quickly, "then we'll decide on what to do next."
She shrugged in agreement. As they walked back, Buffy stayed a little closer to the two super beings than regular. She didn't want to admit to them quite yet that she couldn't fight like she normally could.
***
As soon as they crossed the threshold to the Summers, Buffy was swarmed with her friends, checking to make sure she was okay. "We called Giles about your. . problem," said Willow. Angel looked behind the group to see Spike leaning against a wall, a grin of happiness on his face.
"Well, what did he say?" asked Buffy urgently.
Angel made eye-contact with his grand-childe and tilted his head towards the kitchen. Spike pushed off the wall.
"Peaches?"
The elder vampire paced across the kitchen. "They can't know about Connor," he stated finally.
He smirked. "That's all then?" At his nod, Spike added. "Now what about your girlfriend?"
Angel's head snapped up. "Spike," he said threateningly.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist," he responded with a wave of the hand. "I won't tell, s'long as you're not complaining about my being here."
"Deal," he said, with a bitter taste in the mouth.
"Hey," spoke up Tara, making her presence known. She pointed behind her to the living room nervously, sensing she'd interrupted something. "You two'd b-better get back in here. We need to think of a plan or-or something."
"Be right there, Glinda," said Spike, then turning back to Angel. "Just to be clear, I still hate you. Liam."
"Feeling's more than mutual. William."
Tara forced back a giggle that was forcing it's way out of her mouth. It was funny how territorial men could be.
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TBC. . .
Even though we probably don't deserve it, could you please review? Pretty pretty please?
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! We appreciate the criticism!
A/N: About the lack of updating. . . . if you've also been reading "The Way End of Days Should Have Been" (which Bunny & Lucky have been writing) you'd know about the problems Bunny's been having. Her sister's godmother recently passed away, her grandmother had a serious surgery, and her cousin has a terminal disease. So a break was needed to get things back in order, but we're going to try and stay back for good.
Disclaimer: We do not own ANY Angel or Buffy characters (*tear*).
Chapter Title: Teammates
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The four prisoners walked around the cell, trying to find a loose stone or anything to pick their way out. There was no such way. "Okay," said Angel. "Maybe we should think of this in another way. Try to think of something they said, or any actions they did, or-"
"He needed us," interrupted Cordy. "He needed Dawn and me. He never said why, but mentioned that he needed us."
Dawn shrugged as if this was old news. "Doc obviously needs me so he can open a portal to a different dimension." The vampire and seer looked at her oddly. "Key. Can open dimensions. You know the drill."
Cordy shook her head. "He also mentioned a game-"
The door slammed open and Doc stood there. "I do believe it's time we pick teams."
"Constantly," muttered Cordy before being drug away with everyone else.
Connor was brought down a different hallway from the others. When he realized this, he began to struggle more which took four brutes to hold him. He was led to a room with a glass window showing into the next room. Doc turned to face him. "You'll be picking two people to go with you. But choose wisely." He nodded and both Angel and Cordelia were thrown into the room, bound and unconscious. Dawn and Buffy were put in next. He wasn't quite sure how Buffy had gotten there, but he'd seen enough.
Connor lunged himself at the cool glass, trying to break it, only to discover there was a magical field on it. It flung him across the room with a crack on the wall where he hit. "Decisions, decisions," taunted the demon. "Time's short too. We've, um, got to keep a schedule."
Connor looked. How was he supposed to chose? 'Baby? You gotta listen to me? All right?'
"Huh?" he asked aloud and turned to see a woman in black pants and a red shirt. She was blonde and had an aura like he knew her.
'Shhh,' she said, though he seemed to be the only person to hear her. 'Just think what you want to know.'
'Who are you? What are you doing here?'
The woman smiled. 'So curious,' she muttered. 'I'm a messenger from the powers. I'm here to tell you need to take Angel and Buffy with you.'
'I can't just leave them here,' he argued in his mind and standing up.
'Look at them.' Connor looked out the window. 'I know how you feel. More than you think. I also know that you've taken a liking to the girl and you don't want to leave her.' She stepped into his line of vision. 'But if you don't do as I say. You'll all die. Dawn included.'
The woman looked into the room and stared. 'Take Buffy and Angel with you,' she stated. 'Then tell Buffy to talk to the witches, especially the blonde one, about her dream. It's time he's accepted.'
Connor tilted his head. 'Who are you?'
She smiled one more time. 'Take care, my son.' Darla gently kissed his cheek. 'And please tell Angel I gave my blessing.' Darla walked away, fading as she went.
Doc sighed in annoyance. "Who are you. . going to take?"
"Angel and Buffy," he said tensely.
"Wise choice."
The next thing Connor knew was blackness.
***
The three figures were hurled from the van before it sped away. Buffy immediately sat up and began working her knots and got them free. Angel had his already done and was helping Connor. "Why?" demanded Buffy walking towards him threateningly, only being stopped by Angel. "Why didn't you take Dawn out?"
"He needed her and would've killed us all if I had!" he exclaimed angrily.
"How do you know!" she yelled, nearly crying now.
He gazed at the street. "Because of my mother," he stated calmly.
"Your mother?" questioned Angel. "What'd she say? How'd you see her?"
"The Powers," he stated evenly. "She also said for you to talk to Tara about your dream. Said it's time 'he' was accepted."
Buffy tilted her head in thought. "Who is your Mom anyway?"
Angel and Connor sent a nervous glance to each other. "How about we get to your house," suggested Angel to Buffy quickly, "then we'll decide on what to do next."
She shrugged in agreement. As they walked back, Buffy stayed a little closer to the two super beings than regular. She didn't want to admit to them quite yet that she couldn't fight like she normally could.
***
As soon as they crossed the threshold to the Summers, Buffy was swarmed with her friends, checking to make sure she was okay. "We called Giles about your. . problem," said Willow. Angel looked behind the group to see Spike leaning against a wall, a grin of happiness on his face.
"Well, what did he say?" asked Buffy urgently.
Angel made eye-contact with his grand-childe and tilted his head towards the kitchen. Spike pushed off the wall.
"Peaches?"
The elder vampire paced across the kitchen. "They can't know about Connor," he stated finally.
He smirked. "That's all then?" At his nod, Spike added. "Now what about your girlfriend?"
Angel's head snapped up. "Spike," he said threateningly.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist," he responded with a wave of the hand. "I won't tell, s'long as you're not complaining about my being here."
"Deal," he said, with a bitter taste in the mouth.
"Hey," spoke up Tara, making her presence known. She pointed behind her to the living room nervously, sensing she'd interrupted something. "You two'd b-better get back in here. We need to think of a plan or-or something."
"Be right there, Glinda," said Spike, then turning back to Angel. "Just to be clear, I still hate you. Liam."
"Feeling's more than mutual. William."
Tara forced back a giggle that was forcing it's way out of her mouth. It was funny how territorial men could be.
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TBC. . .
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