Title: The Next Mission

A/n: Readers rock but Reviewers Rule! Part one of a three part mini story within my story. Thanks to Squirl for reading this and helping me with my errors.

Disclaimer: All Characters belong to Joss Whedon, except for DJ and Jack, who belong to me.

Chapter seven: One night Pt. 1 (set a day after Chapter Six.)

Dungeon...

Spike and Connor are in the middle of the dungeon room with their hands chained to the ceiling. Various cuts and bruises cover their bodies.

Spike's head snapped back as another furious punch was landed on his nose.

"Bloody hell! Always the nose." He shouted as he instinctively went to put a hand over his nose, only to remember that their chained to the ceiling.

The mu-pire reeled back, and was about to bash Spike in the face once again when a voice stopped him.

"Halt!" Said a voice with a French accent. The mu-pire stopped in mid punch and lowered his hand.

"The master wants them alive for now, back to the pit." The voice commanded again, and the Mupire robotically left the room. A man with long brown hair, glasses and a white lab coat walked into the light. His critical eye roamed over Spike, never giving Connor a glance.

"So you're the one who killed Sim's?" The man asked.

"Who?" Spike replied puzzled.

"He removed your friend's ovaries. I believe a miss Summers was it?"

"Wanker shouldn't be touching little girls like that." Spike growled menacingly.

"I believe you use to touch little girls, Spike, younger then her in fact."

Spike's eyes darkened with emotion. "Never touched them like that. Never took anything away."

"You took their life." He pointed out.

"Better a life then the means to create one." Spike growled back.

"You talk so civil now, Spike. "The means to create one" What no insults? No vulgar display of manliness, false bravado, and lower class vocabulary that you had to teach yourself so you could shed the shame of being weak?" He asked in a curiously yet mocking tone.

Spike gave a disarming smile, "Well you soddin pillock how about I rip out your spine and beat you in the face?" Spike asked cheerily.

The man smiled back, "It's going to be fun testing a vampire's limitations. Especially Gods chosen warrior." He said mockingly. "Interesting choice for a champion, think your up for you're the job? Or are you going to fail like you always do, so close to succeeding and always falling short. Couldn't save the girl, now the whole world rests in your hands. But no pressure." The man in the lab coat said with a casual grin. The man left the two warriors without glance back, an amused grin on his face.

Spike's eye bored into the man's back as he exited. Upon seeing the door closed Spike growled.

"I'm going to eat him, just on principle I'm going to eat him." Spike growled.

When Spike didn't hear Connor reply he looked over to seen the young teen scowling at him.

"What?" Spike asked confused.

"Let's go to the lab you say, we don't need Oz or Sydney, we'll be fine. Yeah you know what we're chain to the ceiling. This is NOT fine."

"We couldn't ask the girls to help us, their taking Dawn out to that magic show to have fun. And Oz is playing with his new band. Besides I got this under control." Spike said dismissively.

"Really?" Connor asked mockingly.

Spike used the chain to pull himself up till he finally rested his feet on ceiling. With a few good tugs he ripped the chain out of the ceiling and fell not to graciously to the floor. Spike jumped up from the floor and cracked his neck before looking at Connor.

"Yeah, really."

"Huh? Seemed a little easy." Connor said a little stumped at he gazed at the hole in the ceiling.

Spike went over to Connor to help him with his chains. "Weak foundation." He told him as he tugged on the chains. Spike then stopped and thought about it. "Or a trap." Spike said thoughtfully as he and Connor pulled the chains out of the ceiling with ease.

"Trap." They said in unison.

Alleyway…

The man with the French accent rushed out of the shadows of the alleyway, a faint but audible slam of a metal door comes from behind him as he rushes to his car. He quickly opens his door and jumps with a sigh of relief. He wipes the sweat off his brow and takes off his glasses. He looks up into t rearview mirror and sees his exact double gagged and bound. The man untucked a necklace that was hidden beneath his shirt and ripped it off. As soon as he ripped it off his facial features, height, weight, and hair began to change. His hair and height started to become shorter and his eyes went from brown to a light blue. After the transformation was done it was reveled that he was actually Andrew.

Andrew laid his head on the seat and sighed, "Jesus, I almost pissed my pants." he said out loud.

He then pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. After a few rings someone picked up on the other line.

"Yeah I got the champion in the right cell. Easy to break out of, even left the door unlocked."

Dungeon…

Spike and Connor took a tackling stance as they faced the door.

"Ok." Spike began. "On the count of three. 1. 2. 3." And then they both charged at the door and hit it full force. They both bounced off the door and stumbled back a few paces.

They both stood there a few moments looking confused.

Connor turned to Spike, "Was that the most horrible feeling you've ever felt in your shoulder?"

Spike just nodded then grimaced and grabbed his shoulder as he fell to the ground.

"Bloody hell that hurt." He growled as he fell to the floor, soon followed by Connor gripping his own shoulder.

Car, Alleyway…

"Right, I'm sure everything will be fine. They'll find the empath and get him out I'm sure of it. Tonight, this place will burn. What I need to know is, what should I do with him?" Andrew asked as he flicked his head in the direction of the scientist, momentarily forgetting that he couldn't be seen.

Andrew nodded as he was given his command, "Right, I understand. Good – Oh yeah I did see the trailer for Sin city. Looks so cool with the cell shading and going in and out of black and white. Looks like it might actually be a good comic movie. Yeah I'm going to take Joseph to it. We're doing well; he took me to his parent's house last week. They freaked a little, it was the first time he told them he was-" Andrew cut himself off as he noticed the gagged scientist in the back looking at him incredulously. "Can we talk about this later? Thanks. Goodbye, Boss." And with that he clicked off the cell phone.

Andrew exited the car and walked around to the back left sack seat door and opened it.

"Get out." Andrews voice was small yet firm. Man got out of the car and pulled by Andrew to the shadows of the Alleyway.

"Get on your knees." Andrew commanded once again. The man complied. Andrew pulled out a gun and pointed it towards the man's head. The man's eyes widened in surprise and betrayal.

"Don't look at me like that. I know I said I wouldn't hurt you, but I lied. So deal with it. Your know I use to see things so differently…" Andrew began. "See the world in black and white, fairy tales of redemption and pixilated drawings of almost perfect people saving the world while keeping the moral high road. I know better now." He said a bit sadly. "You're on the wrong side and this is what you get." Andrew finished his little tale by pulling the trigger.

Dungeon…

We find Spike and Connor tired, sweaty, and sore from what seems to be minutes of senseless beating on the door.

"We could try opening it." Connor finally suggested into the silence.

Spike's brows scrunched as he thought about it. "You don't think…" He left the question hanging.

"Why not? Beating it's not working." Connor said with a shrug and got up. Connor walked over to the door and put his hand on the lever. He looked over to Spike, who just gave him a silent go ahead, He turned back and muttered "What the hell." Then he turned the lever. The door popped open.

Spike stared in all at the door opening, "Soddin buggering hell, our life is just a giant T.V Show isn't?" Spike whispered in awe.

Connor gave a curt nod and just said "Yeah. Lets go."

Spike got up and lead Connor out of the room. They stalked down the halls with a fierce and determined look in their eyes. That night they weren't Spike and Connor, they where William the Bloody and The Destroyer, sons of Angelus, and they were out for blood. If this organization thought that harming their family would lose them one scientist and some of freak vampire mutations, then they thought wrong. They stalked down the halls passing by empty cell room after empty cell room, hoping to find the right corner that will to the main lab. When suddenly Spike heard cursing.

"Hold up!" Spike said and raised his hand to stop Connor. "Hear that?"

A muffled "Shit" and "Get these the hell off me." Was heard from of the cells.

"Yeah." Connor replied. He then pointed to the cell down the hall and to the right. "It's coming from there."

They cautiously walked over to the cell and peered in. What they saw was the back of a young man, barley 18 with dark brown hair and a large frame tugging on weakening chains, which were restraining from the side of the wall near a cot. He had tattered clothing and both Connor and Spike could smell the blood from where his wrist had been rubbed raw. He's been pulling on these chains trying to escape for hours, possibly days.

"You two going to help or are you going to keep gawking at my back?" The young man asked a bit gruffly. His voice laced with a faint southern drawl. "It's not like I have your strength, vampire or you what ever the fuck you are. And frankly I don't want to bleed to death." The young man turned to face them, a shadow covering his eyes. "I have some scientists to kill." His voice trembling with anger.

Spike turned to Connor, "Well I like him."

Connor nodded his head. "Good mission statement." He agreed. Connor turned back to face the young man. "How do we get you out of here? There aren't keys laying around."

The 18-year-old prisoner didn't reply immediately instead he was looking over the door.

"There's a pin in the door, top right corner. Hit it from a 30 degree angle." His voice commanded. Spike hit the mark perfectly and the door fell forward enough where Spike and Connor could pull it down the rest of the way. They walked into the room and pulled the chains off the prisoner who muttered a "thanks" in reply. The young man started to walk out of the cell when Spike asked.

"How did you know about the pin?"

"It's what I do, I see. Which is kind of Ironic when you think about it." The young man said has he raised his gaze towards Spike and Connor, showing his scarred and blind eyes.

Both Spike and Connor sucked in their breath at the site of his eyes.

"I was born this way." He answered their silent question. "As for how I knew about the pin? I see auras…well I see something beyond an aura, kind of hard to explain. Everything is black for me ok? Or what I would assume is black, and in the darkness I see colors in the shape of people. It's how I'm looking at you right now as if I know where you standing, because I do, but if theirs a chair behind and I walked backwards? Well shit I'm going to fall down, I can't see a chair. I saw the pin because you two where close to it and the colors…shined on it."

"But that doesn't explain how you saw the weakness of the pin and what it would do to the door." Connor couldn't help but point out.

The young man smile, " I told you, I see more then auras. I just have to see it to see it, know what I mean?"

"I guess."

Spike turned towards Connor slightly, "Well it kind of makes sense."

"Really?" The young man asked. "Because I'm still trying to figure it out. Names Daniel by the way, but people call me DJ." DJ said while extending his hand. He briefly shook Spike's hand and got a nod from Connor.

"I'm Spike and this is my nephew Connor." Spike introduced himself and Connor.

"Never knew a vampire with a nephew before, but then again I never knew a vampire who's demon merged with his human soul, so I guess you see new things all the time."

"Yeah guess so. Look we'll handle this and you can come back home with us." Spike said.

"Yeah? No. I may go home with you, because frankly I don't have a place. But waiting here? Screw that. I'm going with you." DJ said confidently.

"Are you sure?" Connor asked tentatively.

"Absolutely man I'm better then DareDevil." And with that Daniel turned around and walked straight into a wall.

20 minutes later…

Spike and Connor rushed into the man lab and started attacking the scientists, mostly knocking them out as they destroyed equipment. Smashing beakers and turning the Bunsen burners on high. Their plan? Blow the lab up.

Up in a control room looking over the main lab…

A large well built man with gray hair and a stony face watches over the carnage of lab.

"Doc will not be pleased." He muttered to himself, his accent is also a faint southern drawl much like DJ's.

"Well Uncle, I think Doc's the least your problems." DJ growled from behind him.

The man turned around shocked to see his nephew out of the cage.

"You got out." He said simply.

"Way to state the obvious, Jack!" DJ seethed and he walked further into the room, a katana sword in his hand.

"You found your fathers sword I see." Jack stated again as he inched closer to his sword in the corner of the room.

"Just grab it, Jack. I'm not going to attack you without a weapon. I'm not you after all." He said with a sneer.

Jack went over this Sword and picked it up. "You'd really fight me to the death? We're the last of our kind."

"No, Jack, we're not. I can feel them, you can feel them too, so don't lie to me." He yelled. "You sold out our family out! You killed Dad! Mom! Even Tori! And what did you do with me? You locked me up and made me an experiment! Because I can do more than you can, and it scares you. You took away my eyes because I can see what no on else can, and when I could still see you locked me away for it! You hear that?" Daniel yelled and nodded his head toward the window, explosions and screaming can be heard from the lab.

"That's your downfall." Was the last thing Daniel said before striking at his Uncle. Their blades clashed in perfect symmetry, both sensing the next opponents move. Jack strikes low and Daniel blocks then responds with a round house kick which Jack ducks and returns with a flip kick, Daniel quickly moves back and avoids it. It's natural to their people, able to the sense the coming attack before it happens, making them nearly undefeatable even against any opponent.

Jack and Daniels moves are graceful as their blades swing and they dance away from their opponent's attacks. Daniel stumbles and falls to the ground; his uncle raises his blade above his head and goes for the kill, only to have DJ roll out of the way in the nick of time. DJ jumps up and swings his blade as hard as he can towards his Uncle, his uncle returning is just as viciously till finally their swords met.

Jacks blade shatters on impact.

Jack drops to his knees and begins to sob and beg.

"Oh god, oh god I'm sorry. They made me do it! You have to believe me!" Jack pleaded.

DJ looked down towards his pleading Uncle, a grim look on his face.

"Uncle. I can see you." Was all DJ said before moving faster then his uncle could see and chopping off his head.

10 minutes later…outside the abandoned warehouse…

Spike, Connor and DJ all stood and watched the fire consume the underground lab. Well DJ didn't watch the fire as much as he felt the heat.

"So what are you going to do?" Spike finally asked the teen.

"Offer still open to crash at your place?" DJ asked back.

"I live at a hotel, kid. Got plenty of room, and I wouldn't mind the extra pair of hands."

DJ nodded, "Then I'm going home with you then."

TBC….

I'm really sorry that it's been so long since I've written. I had some really bad writers block, but it's gone now!