Author's note (or whatever you want to call it): I mean no ill intentions
to the companies mentioned nor have proof or making inclinations that such
atrocities are being committed by said companies. Thank you.
~@~
Later that night they walked out of an old tall factory covered in a neon blue substance.
"Was it supposed to blow up like that?" Gunn asked Wesley.
"I said 'if it gets hit in the stomach hard enough it would explode." He replied matter-of-factly.
"But that was pretty good range I mean I was on the other side of the room and poof." Fred chuckled but hid her sheepish smile when everyone turned to look at her with their own smirks.
"I'm gunna take a shower then pass out on my bed." Gunn continued the conversation.
"Ditto." Fred replied.
~@~
"You ruined an entire system that so many large corporation depend on. How is Nike going to make shoes without workers to make them? I told you to let them pass, provide protection not to ruin the whole operation." An outraged client banged on Angel's desk with his fist.
"And I said no. They shouldn't have to spend their childhood working, and you shouldn't want them to, so leave but if I ever see you again. . . I will kill you" he growled the last few words and the demon nervously shuffled out of the room. Connor shook his head ashamed of the cowardly demon, but he was glad they saved the children. At times he envied them. They would have a normal life, return to their families, but this is what his family did. Saving. Connor was jerked from his thoughts.
"Hello? Earth to brooding Jr.!" Spike waved a hand in front of him. Spike seldom touched anyone or anything. It had become a habit so when he became corporeal again it just stuck.
"Oh sorry, I'm listening."
"Don't turn like the poof."
"Would you stop calling me that."
"No need to get over worked, Angelcakes."
"Does everyone have a nickname for me?"
"Well I don't but I'm sure I can think of something." Everyone turned their attention to the new comer.
"Faith." Angel went up to greet her. Connor smirked when he saw her. She smelled the same as she did last time he saw her. After greeting the rest she spoke.
"Who's the new kid?" she didn't remember him. Connor frowned at the discovery.
"Connor." He held out his hand, something he'd learned from his 'summer in the sun' as he referred to but only in conversations with Spike and never in front of his father.
"Faith." She took his hand and squeezed it, super-strength in play. He squeezed back applying more pressure than her and smirked. It went back and forth for a few seconds, after his smirk was gone and the surrounding people were giving each other confused glances at each other, Connor watched as both of their knuckles turned white. Pain then numbness ran through his hand as the circulation was cut off, yet he squeezed harder.
"Had enough?" she asked
"Have you?" he squeezed harder but when she did the same he felt the grip of death that she had on his hand. He snatched it away, leaving a huge grin on her face.
"SO you're a super being?" he nodded.
"And you're a slayer."
"Yeah." Both of their hands were now read but a glint of curiosity in both of their eyes.
"So who's up for lunch?" Lorne broke the static between them.
~@~
Connor that night went hunting. It was mostly successful. He didn't manage to find any nests but he fought a few random vampire groups. It was about 3 A.M. when he grew tired enough for him to sleep. He figured exhaustion kept the nightmares away but his theory didn't always work. He had gotten accustomed to the bad dreams but hated waking up in a cold sweat, screaming. Angel would come sometimes but Connor wasn't completely comfortable with it. He felt obligated to tell him what had haunted him in his dreams. Connor kept his pain boxed in his heart. After all, it was the only thing that was really his.
~@~
"Hello Ms. Burkle. Working late again?" A woman said as she handed Fred a cup of coffee.
"Yeah. Thanks." Fred went back to work, slowly sipping at her coffee. She felt the wind of an open window but when she scanned the dark room she didn't see anything. She dismissed it and went back to work. Later hearing heavy footsteps approach her from behind but before she could turn and look the source in the eye it knocked her down.
"Where is Connor and Faith?" Is what she heard before passing out.
~@~
Later that night they walked out of an old tall factory covered in a neon blue substance.
"Was it supposed to blow up like that?" Gunn asked Wesley.
"I said 'if it gets hit in the stomach hard enough it would explode." He replied matter-of-factly.
"But that was pretty good range I mean I was on the other side of the room and poof." Fred chuckled but hid her sheepish smile when everyone turned to look at her with their own smirks.
"I'm gunna take a shower then pass out on my bed." Gunn continued the conversation.
"Ditto." Fred replied.
~@~
"You ruined an entire system that so many large corporation depend on. How is Nike going to make shoes without workers to make them? I told you to let them pass, provide protection not to ruin the whole operation." An outraged client banged on Angel's desk with his fist.
"And I said no. They shouldn't have to spend their childhood working, and you shouldn't want them to, so leave but if I ever see you again. . . I will kill you" he growled the last few words and the demon nervously shuffled out of the room. Connor shook his head ashamed of the cowardly demon, but he was glad they saved the children. At times he envied them. They would have a normal life, return to their families, but this is what his family did. Saving. Connor was jerked from his thoughts.
"Hello? Earth to brooding Jr.!" Spike waved a hand in front of him. Spike seldom touched anyone or anything. It had become a habit so when he became corporeal again it just stuck.
"Oh sorry, I'm listening."
"Don't turn like the poof."
"Would you stop calling me that."
"No need to get over worked, Angelcakes."
"Does everyone have a nickname for me?"
"Well I don't but I'm sure I can think of something." Everyone turned their attention to the new comer.
"Faith." Angel went up to greet her. Connor smirked when he saw her. She smelled the same as she did last time he saw her. After greeting the rest she spoke.
"Who's the new kid?" she didn't remember him. Connor frowned at the discovery.
"Connor." He held out his hand, something he'd learned from his 'summer in the sun' as he referred to but only in conversations with Spike and never in front of his father.
"Faith." She took his hand and squeezed it, super-strength in play. He squeezed back applying more pressure than her and smirked. It went back and forth for a few seconds, after his smirk was gone and the surrounding people were giving each other confused glances at each other, Connor watched as both of their knuckles turned white. Pain then numbness ran through his hand as the circulation was cut off, yet he squeezed harder.
"Had enough?" she asked
"Have you?" he squeezed harder but when she did the same he felt the grip of death that she had on his hand. He snatched it away, leaving a huge grin on her face.
"SO you're a super being?" he nodded.
"And you're a slayer."
"Yeah." Both of their hands were now read but a glint of curiosity in both of their eyes.
"So who's up for lunch?" Lorne broke the static between them.
~@~
Connor that night went hunting. It was mostly successful. He didn't manage to find any nests but he fought a few random vampire groups. It was about 3 A.M. when he grew tired enough for him to sleep. He figured exhaustion kept the nightmares away but his theory didn't always work. He had gotten accustomed to the bad dreams but hated waking up in a cold sweat, screaming. Angel would come sometimes but Connor wasn't completely comfortable with it. He felt obligated to tell him what had haunted him in his dreams. Connor kept his pain boxed in his heart. After all, it was the only thing that was really his.
~@~
"Hello Ms. Burkle. Working late again?" A woman said as she handed Fred a cup of coffee.
"Yeah. Thanks." Fred went back to work, slowly sipping at her coffee. She felt the wind of an open window but when she scanned the dark room she didn't see anything. She dismissed it and went back to work. Later hearing heavy footsteps approach her from behind but before she could turn and look the source in the eye it knocked her down.
"Where is Connor and Faith?" Is what she heard before passing out.