Connor ripped through the huge pile of rubble that lay before him, throwing several large chunks of concrete with minimal effort.

"Angel?"

He knew that he was in the pile of debris, he had seen him, and the creature he was riding, fall from the sky and impact at this spot. There was also the fact that he could...smell...his father. It was one of those things that he had learned he could do since he and his father had went to that wizard, or warlock, or whatever he was, Vail's house so he could fight the demon in the vase.

During the battle, it was as if something, or some part, of him had been unlocked and the process hadn't stopped even after he had left the battle behind. He could remember it all, though it was like being a spectator in someone else's life. It was him, not just the "him" he was now.

He could remember Holtz, and Cordelia, and Jasmine. There were memories of fighting with Angel and fighting against him. He remembered what he had done in Jasmine's name and even after, when his father had finally stopped him.

He could remember them all – But those memories weren't him.

The man he was now was going to college and had just broke up with the first girl he had kissed. He also had a father who needed him.

Maybe this was how his father, Angel, felt after he had gotten his soul. He had been able to remember all the lives he had ruined and the people he had killed as Angelus, yet, in the end it wasn't him. It had been the demon, not Angel.

The fact that he might be like his father in that manner didn't comfort Connor in any way, yet it was another link to him that he wanted to know about. He wanted to learn about his father. His real father. Not Holtz. Not the family that had been given to him by Wolfram & Hart. He wanted to know about his true father.

"Angel?"

Connor continued to tear through the rubble, unsure if he was getting any closer to Angel. His scent was getting stronger, but Connor knew too little about his reemerging abilities to rely on them.

He also had to hurry. If he had noticed where Angel had fallen, then it was likely that others had as well and more than likely, there would be a swarm of those creatures looking for Angel just as he was.

Where is he! Conner screamed inside his head.

He was just about to move to another pile of debris when his hearing picked up a sound.

Connor

It had been faint, but Connor had caught it.

With renewed fervor, Connor kept digging. Soon enough, he caught sight of some bits of clothing and a foot. Excited as he was to find Angel, Connor wasn't prepared for what he found when he finally uncovered his father.

Connor had memories of his father being hurt badly, but nothing he could remember could hold a candle to the shape Angel was in now. Connor could hardly recognize his father.

Angel's faces was so badly bruised and cut that it had nearly caused his left eye to swell shut and his right eye was gone...or nearly gone. A glass shard had impaled him through the eye and lodged on an angle, bursting out of his face just above the ear. That wasn't the only he had been pierced through with something; in truth, Angel looked like a pincushion made of wood, metal, and glass.

Connor wasn't sure how, but Angel's arm was gone, though he wasn't bleeding from the shoulder; every other inch of him though was covered in blood.

"Dad?" Connor said in disbelief.

If Angel had heard him, he didn't react.

A noise from behind him reminded him that he need to get his father out of there, but could he move him in the shape he was in? The sound harsh tongues and armor fast approaching gave him no choice.

Gently, Connor lifted Angel's limp body from the rubble and began to run.