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Chapter Two

Reunion

"So, Connor...tell me what you've been doing these past two months." Angel said.

Connor grinned sheepishly. "Gee, Dad, what's to tell? I took baseball, got in detention fairly often for starting fights on the school grounds-"

"Lilah, I thought it would stop that." Angel said, looking up at Lilah.

"Stop what?" Lilah asked. "He's still the same person, he was the same person, only he had his memory re-written. He's still prone to violent behavior."

Connor cleared his throat loudly. "Excuse me, people? Why are you two talking as if I'm not in the room? I am an adult, almost."

"Sorry." Lilah said. "Connor, after this little happy reunion here, I want to take you someplace."

Connor's heart lept. Cordelia? he thought. Am I going to see Cordelia? He felt suddenly euphoric, like he could fly or something.

"There is a little test we want to give you..." Lilah continued, but Connor cut her off.

"Excuse me?" Connor said again. "I am not five years old. You do not need to say little test, as I know it will be far from little if it is offered by Wolfram and Hart law firm. Definitely far from little."

"Actually, it isn't that big." Lilah said.

"Oh, good. Now I know I won't be wrestling a cave troll." Connor said, smirking.

"Cave troll?" Angel asked. "You've wrestled a cave troll? Is there such thing?"

"No, dad, I was cracking a joke." Connor said.

"Connor, come with me." Lilah said.

She lead him down to a candle-lit room. Wesley was standing there.

"Hey, why are you bringing me to this person who stuck me in that Gahenna dimension?" Connor demanded.

"Because, this is his study. This is where we keep all of these." At the word these Lilah pulled out a pewter, jewel-studded box that had photographs of vampires in it, no doubt taken by the camera Fred invented.

"Here are pictures of vampires. Tell me which ones are vampires, and which ones aren't." Lilah demanded.

"Why should I?" Connor asked.

"Because, Lilah wants to know if you're as good at recognizing vampires as Angel says you are." Wesley said.

"Sure." Connor said. "Show me the pictures."

Lilah extracted two. They were of vampires. Connor looked at one of the photographs and laughed. "Well, this is childish." he said, still laughing. "You're gonna try to fool me into thinking that this person with fake teeth is a vampire? Come on, the teeth are too white. A real vampire's fangs have a pinkish hue from being so bloostained. And the eyes are contacts. The pupil hasn't dialated fully into looking like a cat's eyes, and the white is too bloodshot. Nope, this is a fake. This one is real." He touched his finger to the other one.

"Impressive. How about this one? Which one is the fake?" Lilah said, holding out two more.

"Yeah, yeah, this is the fake." He pointed to the one on the right. "Look at this one. The skin is too tanned. If it was a real vampire, it wouldn't get to be in direct sunlight, therefor having pale skin, no matter what the race." He took a closer look at the other one and laughed again. "This one is a fake too. Though this one has the proper fangs and eyes, even the weird stuff on the forehead, it has a tiny cross necklace. Vampires cannot touch crosses without being severely burned. As for the face, I suppose you either superimposed it onto this, or used CGI." Connor said knowledgeably.

"And these two? Which one is the real vampire?" Lilah asked. She handed him two more.

"Well, this one is a fake. See? This lady isn't a vampire in human form, she is a complete human. There is a mirror behind her, and her skin is suntanned. There is also sunlight streaming through the window. However, the photographer appears to be a vampire. See? There is the camera in the mirror, but there is no person behind it, not even a tripod." Connor said.

Lilah pointed to the other picture. "What about this one? Is this person a vampire?"

"Yes." Connor said. "Note the pale skin, the absense of sunlight or mirrors..." He stopped short as he recognized the person. "How did you get a picture of her?"

"Privilaged information." Lilah said, leaning back in her armchair.

Connor stood up so quickly that his chair fell backwards with a clunk. "This can't be possible! My mother is dead!"

"Think again." Lilah said.

Connor started to walk away. Lilah called after him, "Connor, I thought you might want to see Cordelia!"

Connor spun around at Cordelia's name. "Take me to her!"

"Ah ah ah..." Lilah said, wagging her pointer finger as if Connor was some kind of puppy. "No. First you need to sign this form that says you will work for Wolfram and Hart. Then we can take you to her."

"Is she awake?" Connor asked.

"Sign the form." Lilah said bluntly.

Connor picked up a pen and signed his name. "There."

"Come with me." Lilah said.

They walked down a hallway to another hospital ward, only this one was the chronic care facility. Connor saw a lady lying on a bed.

"Cordelia!" he shouted, and ran towards her. He shook her and she rolled limply on the matress. "Cordelia, please wake up...please wake up...I need you to wake up, Cordelia..."

He sounded like some kind of wimp little boy who was scared, but Connor didn't care, he continued to shout, "Cordelia!" over and over again.

"Touching." Lilah snarled. "So moving to see a boy reunited with his love."

Connor looked up at her, his eyes blazing. "You shut up! Bring her back!" He turned back to Cordelia and whispered quietly, "Cordy, please wake up..."

It was all his fault. If he hadn't fallen in love with her in the first place then Jasmine would have never been born, and Cordelia wouldn't be in a state like this. That idiot Jasmine! If Connor ever had a chance, he would slay her again!

"Cordelia..." Connor whispered.

Cordelia's eyes flashed open. "Connor!" she gasped.