TITLE: The Fixer- Book One: Binding the Soul
AUTHOR: Danielle
E-MAIL: eternally218yahoo.com DISCLAIMER: All Joss Whedon's
SUMMARY: What if the PTB were so fid up with Angel and Buffy that they had to send someone to fix everything the messed up. This is only the begging it gets better as you go along and more interesting. DISTRIBUTION: Anyone who already has my stuff can take it and if you want just ask me I promise not to say no.
TIMELINE: S4 and S7 Buffy and Faith are the only slayers, no Lorne, they beet Jasmine and the First, they don't own Wolfram and Hart and Connor is still Connor the insane but he gets good in this story and is over Cordelia. FEEDBACK: Please, I would really like to now what you guys thought.
AN: I know I still have to finish In the Past, In the Future but I just couldn't get this story out of my head for the last month, its going to be really long and it gets a lot better as time goes on I swear! But Buffy and Angel don't really see each other till Like Chapter 12 or something so don't get mad if there is no B/A but it is very B/A positive.
AN: I'm going to the beach this weekend so I won' be able to post the next Past and Future till Monday so please don't hate me but it will be a good and positive one.
AN: Thanks from feedback from: Timeree, kat461, sobad, Pam, Maharani Rayne, Christine, Cristina, Marchelle
The Fixer- Book One: Binding the Soul
Chapter Two: When Darkness Falls...
Aashna woke with a gasp. She looked around and couldn't remember where she was. Angel. Angel. Angel. She shook her head and lay down on the bed. Comfy bed, she thought to herself. She looked up at the ceiling. She couldn't believe she was in LA. How many years since she had been there... too many. She closed her eyes and saw the darkness inside of her lids. Always dark. She got up and looked around the surroundings. It was nice. Nothing she had never seen before. The color was dark red and off white. She had a big window looking out, so she could see almost all of LA. She always liked a big view. So did... No, she wasn't going to think about that. But with Angel walking around it was a living corpse of what she wasn't aloud to think about. She shook her head again. Aashna looked at the clock next to her and in big red lights it said three twenty four. She fell back on her bed. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep... maybe she could patrol or walk around. She got up swiftly from the bed and grabbed a stack. She put on some socks and went out of her room. Before she could make a run for it she felt someone call her name.
"It's three thirty at night; where in the hell do you think your going?"
Aashna turned around and went back into her room. This wasn't fair. "I went to get something to drink. My throat hurts."
"Really?" The man said. "I didn't know you need a stake to get something to drink."
She shrugged her shoulders, "Just in case there is trouble."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine, but lets hope Angel doesn't hear ya." And the man disappeared in a ray of light.
"I hate when you do that. And why do you always come in the middle of the night." She mumbled at were the man stood. She rolled her eyes and continued down to were she was going until she was interrupted.
She walked down the big corridor and stopped when she came face to face with the big staircase. She looked down at it. She took one step at a time scared that she would fall flat on her face. I used to be able to do anything in darkness, stalk, hunt, eat, sex...
She got to the lobby safely without falling and looked around. She turned left hoping it was the way to the kitchen. She had been starving. Like I haven't eaten in days... She saw a light on and walked to it slowly. She opened the door and saw a boy a few years older than her sitting in a chair by the table pigging out on a sandwich he made. She opened the door and looked at him. His head abruptly came up and looked at her. He squinted his eyes and stared. She looked right back at him. His eyes, those eyes...
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Aashna and who are you?" She said taking a step forward.
"Why would I tell you," he said moving back.
Aashna smiled to herself, this boy was funny. She came closer to him and he looked around the room in panic. "I'm not a demon. I just kill 'em."
He seemed to relax a little, "Why are you here?"
"I'm an old friend of Angel's." She said as she moved to the kitchen.
"Old. How old? Cause when I say Angel is old he is really old." The boy said looking away in disgust.
"I can't say I'm his oldest but I can promise you I have known him for a really long time." She smiled at him.
"Connor."
"Its Irish you know, it means wanted. Angel does want you. Why do you think he doesn't?"
"How did you know...?"
"I know a lot of things Connor. I may be young looking but I know a lot. Like you hate Angel and Angel loves you because you're his son. Oh, who is you mom?" She said like it was an everyday thing.
He looked at her stunned for second before answering her question. "Uh Darla."
Aashna looked like she was going to faint. Her eyes went wide with shock and Connor felt her heartbeat quicken. Before he could ask her what was wrong, the shock from her eyes went away the cute little smile went back on her face and he felt a block to her body. He couldn't feel her heartbeat or pulse. But he knew it was there. Like it was blocked from him, somehow.
"Nice sandwich, can you make me one?" She asked, again smiling up at him.
He looked at her again and smiled. Her smile grew wider almost to a full fledged grin and brought her hand to his face.
"You're like your dad. You brood too much. You should definitely smile more." She said tracing his lips. She let go of him so he could make her sandwich. She jumped on the table and watched his movement. Yes, defiantly like his father. "So tell me why you hate him so much and then I can tell you why you shouldn't. It could be an emotional conversation." She said looking around the kitchen, with a happy glow to her.
He chuckled a little. That surprised him. He couldn't remember the last him even dared to have a happy glint to his eye. And she brought out a full chuckle. He turned around and looked at her. She was... he couldn't think of a word. Gorgeous, beautiful, striking. More of the lines of Goddess like. She looked so child like in her piggy pajamas, her white shirt and white socks. She looked like she knew too much and she needed to be protected. I will, he thought to himself.
"I grew up in a hell dimensions. I got stolen from Dad and I grew up hating him." Connor said.
"That sucks." Aashna said to him. "Who stole you?"
"Daniel Holtz."
Her eyes went wide again, "Daniel, as in the demon hunter that disappeared in the eighteenth century, Holtz."
"Yup. Some demon helped him come back or something. Whatever, I don't know. And he wanted to get revenge on Angel for whatever he did to his family. So he stole me and took me to a hell dimension."
She looked at him for second, "Angelus."
"What?" he asked confused.
"It was an Angelus who hurt Holtz's family. Not Angel. Angel has a soul." She said way too seriously.
"It doesn't matter. Holtz got his fun." Connor said.
"No, it's not over. You don't understand the difference between the soul or not." Aashna said getting up from the table.
He turned around ignoring the sandwich and said, "Why does it matter so much to you?"
"There is a big difference between the two trust me I know. Have you ever met Angelus?"
"Yeah and he didn't do anything that bad." Connor said shrugging his shoulders.
"Angelus horrible. He is evil and passionate about it. You don't know Angelus. You don't know what he did to people. To children! He killed more people in one day that a terror attach could in a country. And when he really wanted to hurt you he would stalk you for days, months, years if he had to. Every second that went by he was there. Ripping your families guts out, soaking in there blood, stealing there money. And no one, no one can do those kinds of things and care. No one can do those things and have a soul!" She yelled.
Connor looked over at her in shock. "Sorry." She looked away from him. He came closer to her till is hand was on her shoulder. "I didn't know. I was taught-"
She turned around and he saw the tears that were rolling down her eyes, "Taught. You think you were taught. You said it yourself. Holtz was out for revenge that night and what better way to get revenge then to have Angel's own son hate him!" She turned back around.
He let go and walked over to the food. Once he was done making her sandwich he out it in front of her and waited for her to eat it. She looked at it for a second before turning away. He sat across from her. The tears were gone but the tracks were still there but the trace in her eye. The pain in her eye was still there. The darkness in her eyes was very much still there.
"Can I ask you something?" Connor asked slowly.
She nodded.
"How do you know so much about Angelus? Did you know him?"
She looked up and then away, then back at him. "It's a really long story but I yeah, I knew him. For a really long time."
"But I thought Dad only loses his soul with that one moment of happiness crap?" Connor said, confused.
"That's the really long story."
TBC
E-MAIL: eternally218yahoo.com DISCLAIMER: All Joss Whedon's
SUMMARY: What if the PTB were so fid up with Angel and Buffy that they had to send someone to fix everything the messed up. This is only the begging it gets better as you go along and more interesting. DISTRIBUTION: Anyone who already has my stuff can take it and if you want just ask me I promise not to say no.
TIMELINE: S4 and S7 Buffy and Faith are the only slayers, no Lorne, they beet Jasmine and the First, they don't own Wolfram and Hart and Connor is still Connor the insane but he gets good in this story and is over Cordelia. FEEDBACK: Please, I would really like to now what you guys thought.
AN: I know I still have to finish In the Past, In the Future but I just couldn't get this story out of my head for the last month, its going to be really long and it gets a lot better as time goes on I swear! But Buffy and Angel don't really see each other till Like Chapter 12 or something so don't get mad if there is no B/A but it is very B/A positive.
AN: I'm going to the beach this weekend so I won' be able to post the next Past and Future till Monday so please don't hate me but it will be a good and positive one.
AN: Thanks from feedback from: Timeree, kat461, sobad, Pam, Maharani Rayne, Christine, Cristina, Marchelle
The Fixer- Book One: Binding the Soul
Chapter Two: When Darkness Falls...
Aashna woke with a gasp. She looked around and couldn't remember where she was. Angel. Angel. Angel. She shook her head and lay down on the bed. Comfy bed, she thought to herself. She looked up at the ceiling. She couldn't believe she was in LA. How many years since she had been there... too many. She closed her eyes and saw the darkness inside of her lids. Always dark. She got up and looked around the surroundings. It was nice. Nothing she had never seen before. The color was dark red and off white. She had a big window looking out, so she could see almost all of LA. She always liked a big view. So did... No, she wasn't going to think about that. But with Angel walking around it was a living corpse of what she wasn't aloud to think about. She shook her head again. Aashna looked at the clock next to her and in big red lights it said three twenty four. She fell back on her bed. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep... maybe she could patrol or walk around. She got up swiftly from the bed and grabbed a stack. She put on some socks and went out of her room. Before she could make a run for it she felt someone call her name.
"It's three thirty at night; where in the hell do you think your going?"
Aashna turned around and went back into her room. This wasn't fair. "I went to get something to drink. My throat hurts."
"Really?" The man said. "I didn't know you need a stake to get something to drink."
She shrugged her shoulders, "Just in case there is trouble."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine, but lets hope Angel doesn't hear ya." And the man disappeared in a ray of light.
"I hate when you do that. And why do you always come in the middle of the night." She mumbled at were the man stood. She rolled her eyes and continued down to were she was going until she was interrupted.
She walked down the big corridor and stopped when she came face to face with the big staircase. She looked down at it. She took one step at a time scared that she would fall flat on her face. I used to be able to do anything in darkness, stalk, hunt, eat, sex...
She got to the lobby safely without falling and looked around. She turned left hoping it was the way to the kitchen. She had been starving. Like I haven't eaten in days... She saw a light on and walked to it slowly. She opened the door and saw a boy a few years older than her sitting in a chair by the table pigging out on a sandwich he made. She opened the door and looked at him. His head abruptly came up and looked at her. He squinted his eyes and stared. She looked right back at him. His eyes, those eyes...
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Aashna and who are you?" She said taking a step forward.
"Why would I tell you," he said moving back.
Aashna smiled to herself, this boy was funny. She came closer to him and he looked around the room in panic. "I'm not a demon. I just kill 'em."
He seemed to relax a little, "Why are you here?"
"I'm an old friend of Angel's." She said as she moved to the kitchen.
"Old. How old? Cause when I say Angel is old he is really old." The boy said looking away in disgust.
"I can't say I'm his oldest but I can promise you I have known him for a really long time." She smiled at him.
"Connor."
"Its Irish you know, it means wanted. Angel does want you. Why do you think he doesn't?"
"How did you know...?"
"I know a lot of things Connor. I may be young looking but I know a lot. Like you hate Angel and Angel loves you because you're his son. Oh, who is you mom?" She said like it was an everyday thing.
He looked at her stunned for second before answering her question. "Uh Darla."
Aashna looked like she was going to faint. Her eyes went wide with shock and Connor felt her heartbeat quicken. Before he could ask her what was wrong, the shock from her eyes went away the cute little smile went back on her face and he felt a block to her body. He couldn't feel her heartbeat or pulse. But he knew it was there. Like it was blocked from him, somehow.
"Nice sandwich, can you make me one?" She asked, again smiling up at him.
He looked at her again and smiled. Her smile grew wider almost to a full fledged grin and brought her hand to his face.
"You're like your dad. You brood too much. You should definitely smile more." She said tracing his lips. She let go of him so he could make her sandwich. She jumped on the table and watched his movement. Yes, defiantly like his father. "So tell me why you hate him so much and then I can tell you why you shouldn't. It could be an emotional conversation." She said looking around the kitchen, with a happy glow to her.
He chuckled a little. That surprised him. He couldn't remember the last him even dared to have a happy glint to his eye. And she brought out a full chuckle. He turned around and looked at her. She was... he couldn't think of a word. Gorgeous, beautiful, striking. More of the lines of Goddess like. She looked so child like in her piggy pajamas, her white shirt and white socks. She looked like she knew too much and she needed to be protected. I will, he thought to himself.
"I grew up in a hell dimensions. I got stolen from Dad and I grew up hating him." Connor said.
"That sucks." Aashna said to him. "Who stole you?"
"Daniel Holtz."
Her eyes went wide again, "Daniel, as in the demon hunter that disappeared in the eighteenth century, Holtz."
"Yup. Some demon helped him come back or something. Whatever, I don't know. And he wanted to get revenge on Angel for whatever he did to his family. So he stole me and took me to a hell dimension."
She looked at him for second, "Angelus."
"What?" he asked confused.
"It was an Angelus who hurt Holtz's family. Not Angel. Angel has a soul." She said way too seriously.
"It doesn't matter. Holtz got his fun." Connor said.
"No, it's not over. You don't understand the difference between the soul or not." Aashna said getting up from the table.
He turned around ignoring the sandwich and said, "Why does it matter so much to you?"
"There is a big difference between the two trust me I know. Have you ever met Angelus?"
"Yeah and he didn't do anything that bad." Connor said shrugging his shoulders.
"Angelus horrible. He is evil and passionate about it. You don't know Angelus. You don't know what he did to people. To children! He killed more people in one day that a terror attach could in a country. And when he really wanted to hurt you he would stalk you for days, months, years if he had to. Every second that went by he was there. Ripping your families guts out, soaking in there blood, stealing there money. And no one, no one can do those kinds of things and care. No one can do those things and have a soul!" She yelled.
Connor looked over at her in shock. "Sorry." She looked away from him. He came closer to her till is hand was on her shoulder. "I didn't know. I was taught-"
She turned around and he saw the tears that were rolling down her eyes, "Taught. You think you were taught. You said it yourself. Holtz was out for revenge that night and what better way to get revenge then to have Angel's own son hate him!" She turned back around.
He let go and walked over to the food. Once he was done making her sandwich he out it in front of her and waited for her to eat it. She looked at it for a second before turning away. He sat across from her. The tears were gone but the tracks were still there but the trace in her eye. The pain in her eye was still there. The darkness in her eyes was very much still there.
"Can I ask you something?" Connor asked slowly.
She nodded.
"How do you know so much about Angelus? Did you know him?"
She looked up and then away, then back at him. "It's a really long story but I yeah, I knew him. For a really long time."
"But I thought Dad only loses his soul with that one moment of happiness crap?" Connor said, confused.
"That's the really long story."
TBC