Chapter 4:

Dawn slept badly that night, and woke up drenched in a sweat. Her bedroom seemed dark and sinister in

the early morning light. What was I dreaming about?.. An image of Connor's face flashed up in her

mind and she blushed. I was dreaming about Connor?.. I wonder if he's back..

Dawn couldn't remember what exactly she had dreamt, but she knew she was suddenly longing to see

Connor.

She quickly dressed and headed downstairs.

"Hi guys!"

Angel and co were in the midst of conversation in the kitchen and looked up at Dawn hopefully.

Angel smiled, "Morning dawn."

Cordy passed her a plate of pancakes and kissed her on the cheek, "Morning dawnie!"

Dawn sat down and started drowning her pancakes in maple syrup. Eventually she noticed that everyone

was staring at her. "Um, guys? Is there like, toothpaste on my face or something?"

Angel put down his 'coffee' and looked earnestly at Dawn, "dawn, I've spoken to everyone, and I think

you were the last person to see Connor. We were hoping he might have told you something?"

The mouthful of pancake suddenly felt dry and stuck in Dawn's throat. "Oh. I barely even spoke to him."

She shrugged, "He certainly didn't say anything deep and meaningful to me, sorry."

Angel sighed, "Oh well. You want to come with us looking for him today?"

Do I?… should I go?

"Um, sure, I'd love to help."

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The gang had spent the morning fanned out over Connor's usual hiding places.

When they searched the old warehouse were he used to live, Angel looked slightly relieved, "He spent the

night here."

Cordy squeezed his arm, "Well that's good then. We know he isn't some demon's prisoner or something.

He probably just.. erm.. wanted to be alone or something."

Angel nodded, "Yeah. I don't think he's in any danger exactly.. but.. still.. something is wrong. I just hope

he comes home soon."

Dawn took one last look around the room, with it's broken windows and dusty bed, she could feel him.. he

was nearby. She could feel that odd warm feeling spreading through her body, he must be here, or else I

wouldn't have this feeling.. She took a deep breath, shook her head, then followed the others outside.

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Connor watched from the roof tops as his family turned to leave. His eyes locked on Dawn.

Why did she come? She must hate me..She's probably glad I'm not around.. after what I did.. the way I practically

jumped her in a stairwell! A girl I only just met..

He sighed but found himself longing to touch her as he watched her look around his old room. Her long

silky hair was pulled back today, leaving just two strands to frame her face. She was wearing a pair of tight

pants and a fitted t-shirt, but even in clothes as ordinary as those she looked completely beautiful. Her

every movement and gesture called out to Connor. He found that mindless dizzy feeling returning and had

to turn away to control himself. He was horrified at the way she made him feel. How can one person make

me lose my mind just by looking at me?!

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That night Dawn lay awake for a long time. Every time she closed her eyes Connor's face appeared before

her. Why do I keep thinking about him!! I don't even know him for god's sake!

"Ahh! I'm such a moron!"

She sat up in her bed, punched her pillow a few times then lay down again. I will not think about

Connor.. I will not think about Connor…

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Dawn sat up and looked around herself. She was out in the street. Where am I?

She looked up at the buildings around her, hoping to recognise something.

Then she saw it, the warehouse.

Oh god. Why am I here?

Her nightie flapped around her legs in the cold night breeze and she shivered. "connor."

She couldn't control her own feet and she found herself walking across the street and through the broken

door of the warehouse. Up the stairs, down the hall, she knew where she was going.

There was no light coming from his room, no sign of life, but she could tell that he was there.

She walked in.

He was asleep on the bed.

She walked over and stood above him.

He's so gorgeous.. She reached out a hand and ran it along the line of his jaw. His eyes flew open and

his hand shot up and caught hers. He looks so surprised..

His eyes locked onto hers and she shuddered.

"dawn.."

He tried to say something else but he was slowly disappearing and Dawn found herself in darkness.

Huh?

She looked around and found herself to be looking up at her ceiling.

Oh. It was a dream.. but he seemed so real..

She tried to tell herself that it was just a weird dream, but couldn't shake the memory of how his face had

been warm against her hand, she tried to tell herself she wasn't disappointed that she'd woken up.

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Connor looked up at where Dawn had been standing. He was certain that she'd been there. Her hand

against his face, her eyes looking down into his own.

It can't have been a dream..

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