(DISCLAIMERS): DONT OWN EM. NOBUDDY OWNS CONNOR!

(A/N): WOW, what kan I tell u? I luv Connor. The song is PRECIOUS from the DEPECHE MODE. It was in my other fik, but here, it sounds WAY more fitting.

This fik takes place during "Benediction" of season 3. Connor is 15. Holtz never returned with him kuz he was burnt 2 death in Quor-toth (I'll explain later). Cordelia is still with Groo- I dun think I'll put her and Angel 2gether, even tho I really REALLY like that couple. Justine just disappears. Im basikally overriding everything else with this fik.

This fik will b updated prolly less frequently than L&FS&S...or...I dunno. This is like just a whole diff project- not really so happy, huh? Well...it wont b, atleast. Yeah, and I've traded in "The Destroyer and His Angel" 4 THIS fik...I was inspired and I hadda write it b4 I lost it. And I dont mean mentally. XD

PRECIOUS DESTRUCTION

CHAPTER 1: Fragile Faces

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The evil vamp turned to dust as both Angel and Connor looked to each other, chests heaving, before looking to the ground, unsure and unprepared for being alone together.

Precious and fragile things

Need special handling

My God what have we done to you

"They dont need to breathe or make any sound," Angel pointed out quietly.

We always tried to share

The tenderest of care

Now look what we have put you through

Connor looked up at the man for a second before, again, averting his gaze to the ground, almost nervously.

Things get damaged

Things get broken

"...Gotta be careful." Angel's gaze dropped to the dark pavement also, then to his surroundings as he shifted restlessly. Damn, he thought, this is hard. If he couldnt even hold a regular conversation with the kid, then there really wasnt much hope for anything else.

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken

Left us so brittle

There was so little left to give

He gave the boy a slightly apprehensive glance, then turned, indicating behind him. "You know, you were ...uhh...you were GOOD in there."

His son stared up at him again, a dangerously guarded look on his face.

Angels with silver wings

Shouldnt know suffering

I wish I could take the pain for you

The vampire stuttered, continuing. "I mean, normally, I'd- I'd take you to a BALLGAME or a museum or..." He trailed off, searching for the right words, placing his hands on his hips in a desperate attempt to stop them from wringing nervously. "Or SOMETHING."

If God has a master plan

That only He understands

I hope its in your eyes He's seeing through

And then Connor felt it. Something deep inside- something that was stirring and swelling uneasily. It almost shook his entire body as it moved about in his chest, starting from the depths of his belly and ending at the bottom of his throat.

Things get damaged

Things get broken

It was a new feeling, but it felt foreign and...different, something he wasnt used to...something he had never experienced before. And it was almost ...TERRIFYING. He NEVER got scared, couldnt afford to, and...was too afraid to let himself be.

He kept his body steady, staring back at his father. Fear made you weak and fear destroyed.

Destroyed.

Destroyer.

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken

"Its just..." Angel was stuttering again, but this time trying to hold Connor's attention. "Its good to know...that you can handle yourself in a fight." And WOW could his kid FIGHT.They made quite a good team. Father and Son. Hope and pride filled the vampire's un-beating heart.

Left us so brittle

There was so little left to give

But Connor was simply looking up at him, eyes flickering and body rigid. Angel held that gaze. And he knew. He knew what that look was. Caution. A protective shield. A barrier. His son was throwing up a barrier.

And Angel suddenly had an idea of how to break it.

I pray you learn to trust

He threw a fake punch at the boy, really quick but slack and aiming too low, not reaching close at all for contact. "Ha!"

Have faith in both of us

Connor flung himself back a few feet in alarm, but halted when he realized the attack was only playful.

And keep room in your hearts for two

He let out a small whoosh of air and smiled, realizing the older man had caught him off guard, but slowly lost it, almost wary.

And confused.

Things get damaged

Things get broken

Angel shifted, lowering his fists, surprised but not allowing it to show. He had seen it.

"Its good to know you can do that too," he commented softly.

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken

Left us so brittle

There was so little left to give

The bass of the club music from behind them created quick beating background thumps as they gazed at each other.

One look of patience.

One look of uncertainty.

And then it broke.

Things get damaged

Things get broken

Angel's heart literally soared, his soul quivering with delight as the boy in front of him, HIS boy, newly free from the hell dimention of no return, grinned almost shyly back at him.

And threw a punch of his own.

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken

Left us so brittle

"Whoa," the vampire grinned, impressed, as his son lunged at him again, smiling, eyes alit.

They punched and dodged and played and grinned as they chased each other around in the dark and dirty alley, Angel egging his son on and the boy reciprocating by coming at him, laughing.

Smiling.

Grinning.

Laughing.

Playing.

There was so little left to give

And Lilah, staring at the heart-warming scene from out of the club's many dusty windows, completely ignored the tug of humanity and pulled out her cell phone, eager to convey the new startling info.

The number was on speed dial.

Linwood was waiting.

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(A/N): Angel's slowly converting the kid. WOW. About time. XP