Title: Salvage
Author: Edel
Summary:see prologue…
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Spoilers: Angel episode "Salvage"
Chapter 3
/ I feel like a song without the words
A man without a soul
A bird without its wings
A heart without a home
I feel like a knight without a sword
The sky without the sun
cos you are the one
I feel like a ship beneath the waves
A child who's lost its way
A door without a key
A face without a name
I feel like a breath without the air
And every day's the same
since you've gone away
I gotta have a reason to wake up in the morning
You used to be the one that put a smile on my face
There are no words that could describe how I miss you
and I miss you everyday /
"Never Gonna Leave Your Side" by Daniel Bedingfield
"I'm Angel's son."
As soon as the words escaped Connor's lips, all colour drained from Buffy's face.
"Wh-what?" she stuttered. She cleared her throat. "He's kidding, right?" she asked, looking at her ex-Watcher.
"I'm afraid not," Wes admitted.
"How? He's a vampire, he can't have kids," she argued, as a distant memory floated back to her.
Flashback
"Like I'm really planning to have kids anytime soon. Uh, maybe someday, in the future, when I'm done having a life, but... right now kids would be just a little too much to deal with." Buffy said, walking alongside Angel in the cemetery.
"I wouldn't know." He stopped, looking at her. "I don't... Well, you know, I, I can't."
"Oh." She glanced away, then back at his face, bathed in pale moonlight. "That's okay, um... I-I figured there were all sorts of things vampires couldn't do. You know, like work for the Telephone Company, or volunteer for the Red Cross, or... have little vampires."
"So you don't think about the future?" Angel questioned, as she stopped and leaned against a gravestone.
"No," she replied softly.
"Never?"
"No." He swallowed harshly, contemplating his next question.
"You really don't care what happens a year from now? Five years from now?" he asked.
"Angel, when I look into the future, a-a... all I see is you! All I want is you," she told him.
"I know the feeling," he said, leaning in for a kiss.
End flashback
"He told me he couldn't," she murmured.
"It was a mystical birth, a prophecy," Wes told her. Buffy met Connor's gaze.
"Who's your mother?" she whispered.
"Well, who's the other blonde Angel has had... affection for for decades?" Cordelia cut in.
"Darla," Buffy stated, confusing colouring her tone. "But she's-"
"Been resurrected as a human by Wolfram and Hart, an evil law firm, made a vampire again by Drusilla, and Angel slept with her at a low point in his life about two years ago," Gunn interrupted.
"But, you're what, eighteen?" Buffy asked Connor.
"Seventeen," he answered. Buffy nodded.
"Same age as Dawn," she muttered.
"I grew up in-" Connor said, interrupting her train of thought.
"A hell dimension," Wes explained, "and in hell dimensions, time travels at a different speed to our reality."
"Don't I know it," Buffy grumbled.
Buffy sat outside in the courtyard, waiting for the sun to set fully so she could go patrolling and hopefully release all the pent-up frustration, anger and hurt. Suddenly, Connor sat down beside her on the steps. After a few moments, Connor spoke softly.
"So. You're the Slayer."
"Yep."
"I was taught about you." She glanced at him. "By the man who took me," he continued. She nodded.
"So, I'm guessing you're a member of the supernatural abilities club too, with that jump you made earlier," she commented.
"Yeah," he replied. As the sun sank below the horizon, Connor stood and headed for the gateway. Buffy also stood and quickly followed him.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, grabbing his arm. He shook off her hold.
"Patrolling."
"Nu-uh. You're bait to Angelus, someone Angel cares about more than anything in this world," she protested. Connor stopped, and looked at her.
"Why would he want you instead of Cordy then?" She shrugged awkwardly. Maybe because Cordy's a self-centred bitch? she thought. No. She's supposed to be nice now. She tried not to laugh at that thought.
"It's a long story," she explained. One I'd rather not go into details about at the moment.
"Look, I'm coming with whether you like it or not," he continued. She sighed in defeat.
"Just like Dawn," she muttered, as they began walking towards the seedy side of Los Angeles.
After asking around in bars and nightclubs for a couple of hours, they headed for an abandoned warehouse where Angelus had supposedly been spotted near with a crowd of vampires, and also muttering to himself. Maybe he has Angel for company in his head now, Buffy thought, chuckling quietly.
They entered the warehouse slowly, sliding into defensive positions, ready to attack if need be. Buffy signalled for Connor to check one part of the deserted building while she began to search another. A few minutes later, Buffy realised that the place had become too silent. She moved stealthily and quickly, walking towards the area that Connor was supposed to be exploring.
Her breath hitched as she saw him sprawled on the concrete floor. She rushed over to him, and bent to check his pulse. It was strong, but from the looks of it, he was going to be out for an hour or two at least. Oh God, she thought frantically, what the hell is-
"Hello, lover."
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