Let The Sleeper Awaken.

Spoilers- Up until the second last episode of S4, AU's after Connor beats up the police officers.

Disclaimer- The characters belong to Joss, I'm just borrowing them to make the fans feel better, I hope.

Note- Not a fan of the title but it was all I could come up with, thanks to Natalie for trying though. Like I said this takes place in the middle of the second last episode of S4, Connor has found where Cordelia is being held, Angel is fighting that big demon-y thing to get Jasmine's real name, the rest of A.I. are in the cage with Gunn kicking at the door and Jasmine is about to spread her 'message' to the world.

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Connor sat on the steps of the church, his head propped up on his fist. He knew he was meant to be back at the Hyperion guarding Wesley, Fred, Gunn and Lorne while Jasmine made her world début but he couldn't face going back there right now. He was too tired to lie right now, to lie to Jasmine, lie to her followers or to lie to himself. And he really didn't want to leave Cordy by herself.

Connor looked over to the bodies of the police officers that Jasmine had placed at the abandoned church to protect Cordy. He snorted, they couldn't even stop him and he hadn't even hit them that hard. What chance did they have of protecting Cordelia if something went wrong?

Connor ran his fingers through the front of his shaggy hair and linked his hands together behind his head. Cordelia. His life was built on lies, he knew that; there was no way he could deny it, but as this just another lie? Before she had ascended Cordelia hadn't acted anything like she had been these last few months. Was it just her readjusting to being human again after being a higher power?

But she did love him. She did. She had told him, more than once. She didn't love his father, or at least she didn't anymore. Connor pulled at his hair. He was so confused. When he first returned from Quor-toth she had been with that dopey Groo that looked an awful lot like his father but the way she acted towards Angel… It reminded him of the way those women on t.v. acted, especially when they had a crush on someone.

But then she had come back and suddenly everything was different. She lived with him. She talked to him about everything and after they did that spell to get her memory back she was closer to him than ever. She wanted to give him everything he never had, a family, someone to love and someone who loved him in return. She said she would always love him and Jasmine had confirmed that. So, she would, wouldn't she?

Connor sighed. He just didn't know anymore.

A loud gasp for air broke the heavy silence. Connor turned just in time to see Cordelia sit up on the stone altar and pull the thin gauze sheet off her face. She sat staring blankly ahead of her, her chest heaving with her harsh rapid gulps for air.

Connor stood shakily. "Cordy?"

Cordelia raised a shaky hand and pushed back the hair off her face. "What the hell?" She turned and swung her feet off the altar, the sheet tangling with her legs. She looked up at Connor, her eyes finally focusing. "Connor?"

Connor rushed up to the altar. "You're awake! This is amazing! How? No, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're awake. Jasmine will be so happy!"

Cordelia looked up at him, still somewhat confused. "Jasmine?" She asked quietly to herself.

Connor ignored her, still happily babbling about her awakening.

Cordelia's eyes darted around the interior of the church as her brain began to process things. She gasped and held a hand up to halt Connor in mid-speech. "Connor, wait."

Connor stopped instantly and began to hover around her. "Are you alright, Cordy? Do you need anything?"

Cordelia grabbed his arm to stop him, and looked intently into his eyes. "Connor," she placed emphasis on his name. "We have to get to the Hyperion NOW!"

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Reporters and loyal followers of Jasmine screamed and scattered as streaks of lightning appeared in the middle of the lobby in the Hyperion. A portal formed amidst the all the reporters that were beaming Jasmine's message around the world, and consequently her unique form of mind control. The portal grew and grew until Angel stumbled out, orb in one hand and demon head in the other. Seeing the crowd he let the orb drop to the floor and roll away.

Jasmine stared down at him from the interior balcony, her previous serene expression proclaiming love and pace turned into a bitter twisted expression of murderous hatred.

"Kill him. All of you, kill him now." Jasmine demanded.

The reporters and all their crew dropped their microphones, cameras and recording equipment. They circled him and fell upon him. With a snarl Angel threw them all off. Making use of the gap Angel swung around the hand that had been hid behind his back. The people that crowded the lobby inched back.

Angel looked up at Jasmine. "I'm sorry."

Jasmine stared down at him, her eyes filled with dread. "Don't."

Angel reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. Flipping the blade out he raised it to the sewn lips of the demon head and cut it's mouth open. Jasmine's real name escaped making Angel and everyone else in the lobby wince as the alien sound hit their ears.

Jasmine began to glow green, similar to as when she fed. This time, however, the green glow moved through her body and exposed her true, maggot-ridden face. The people in the lobby looked up at her in horror, frozen at first but then suddenly screaming and stampeding for the doors in their rush to escape the building and the terrible visage of the woman they had once adored.

Jasmine glowed again, this time the glow showed her face to be marred with large raised ovals and strange markings that resembled burn scars.

"No!" Jasmine cried out. "Please, pay no attention, it's a lie! See, I'm not… Wait, please! Don't leave me! Please, don't leave me!"

Angel remained still as people rushed for the exits, still crying out in pain, terror, loneliness and fear.

Jasmine looked down at him, her eyes narrowing. "You! You did this! I offered paradise and you chose this!"

"Because I could! Because that's what you took from us, choice." Angel countered.

Jasmine laughed bitterly, her arms spread out. "And look where free will has gotten you. Can you honestly say that this world is a good, beautiful place?"

"Hey, I didn't say we were smart; I said it was our right. That's what makes us human." Angel told her.

"But you're not human." Jasmine threw at him.

"Hey," Angel said defensively. "Workin' on it."

Jasmine turned to walk away.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Angel asked her.

Jasmine walked down the steps into the deserted lobby. "What do you want from me? You've taken my power, my followers. You've ruined me. You've doomed this world."

Angel clenched his jaw. "I can't let you go. I can't let you kill anyone else."

Jasmine snorted. "Like you've never eaten anyone. At least I can say I killed thousands to try and save billions."

Angel's shoulders slumped. "Look, it may not be the world you want, but you can still help change it. We've all done terrible things but just because you've lost your powers doesn't mean you can't help."

Jasmine looked up at the vampire who was essentially her grandfather. "I haven't lost all my powers." She backhanded Angel across the room, crashing him into and through the glass doors.

Angel got up and shook the glass out of his hair. He cracked his neck. "I hate it when they do that."

With a roar he launched himself back into the hotel, his vampire visage slipping into place. He grappled with Jasmine, throwing her against the wall. His eyes slid to the electricity box that they had electrocuted the paranoia demon that originally infested the Hyperion. Grabbing her by the shirt he pushed her into it and held on as the volts danced through her body, causing it to twitch wildly. After several minutes he released his grip and allowed the body to slide down the wall.

Jasmine laughed and stood; looking only slight the worse for wear. "I was forged in the hell fires of eternity, Angel. A little electricity isn't going to hurt me."

She backed Angel up against the counter, a smug smirk on her lips.

Angel blinked, was it just him or did more of her true features emerge every minute?

"You can't kill me, Angel. You can barely hurt me, even now." Jasmine mocked him. "If I wanted to I could crush you like the insignificant insect you are." She pressed a harsh kiss against his lips and pulled back, smirking at him.

Jasmine suddenly went very still, her whole body tensing. Angel looked down, gasping for unneeded air after fighting with the Power that Was. The tip of a sword blade emerged through Jasmine's torso. Blood slowly leaked from the wound, staining her gray sweater.

Jasmine released Angel, her hands moving down to her wound. Her wide pain-filled eyes flickered up to meet his. The blade was suddenly yanked out, causing Jasmine to cry out in agony. Hands clamped over her injury, blood flowing through her fingers, staining them with her precious life force, Jasmine whirled around to face her attacker. She stumbled back, shock and pain warring against each other for dominance of the former Power.

Cordelia stared defiantly that the thing that had hijacked her body in order to gain access to this world. Her eyes narrowed in anger as all the rage built up inside her. This thing had orchestrated her entire life and the lives of those she held dear in order to get here, Cordelia wasn't just going to let something like that go. She had caused Cordelia to get the visions from Doyle; she was the one that had made Cordelia endure years of mental, emotional and physical agony. She had given Angel a son, a gift he had never imagined himself worthy of, and then cruelly torn him away, separating Angel from one of his oldest and dearest friends in the process. The Connor had come back, an angsty teenager with a desire to kill his father. She had taken Cordelia away from Angel just as she realized she loved him. Jasmine had stuck her in another plane where she had nothing to do but watch as her friends went about their lives, mucking things up as usual. Brought her back a shadow of her former self and chock full of demon-y badness. She used her body to do many horrible, unspeakable things that hurt people, not just the people but innocent people who had never done anything to deserve something like that. She had crushed Angel's heart. Manipulated Connor's emotions, played on his weakness. She made him think that Cordelia loved him. She used her body to have sex with the boy that Cordelia cared for like he was her own. Cordelia clenched her jaw.

Jasmine smiled at Cordelia and stretched out her blood stained hand towards Cordelia's face. "Mother," Jasmine paused, unsure of herself. "You're awake."

Cordelia arched an eyebrow at her. "The Powers that Be gave me a wake up call. You've been a bad girl, Jasmine. And Mommy is not pleased."

Cordelia raised her sword.

Jasmine looked from the sword back to Cordelia. "What? Cordelia-"

With a wild battle cry Cordelia swung the sword with all her strength. Jasmine's mouth dropped open as the sharp blade cleaved her head cleanly from her neck.

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Angel stared at the headless corpse of Jasmine lying on the floor. He looked up, his jaw dropping as he took in Cordelia standing before the body, his favorite broadsword clenched firmly in her hands and anger flashing from her eyes. She was really here, Cordelia Chase in all her wondrous glory, a fierce expression on her face, weapon gripped tightly and Connor hovering hesitantly behind her.

Cordelia glared down at her 'daughter.' "It's not nice to tease your grandfather." Cordelia broke her cool a bit and gave the body a vicious kick; tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "Bitch."

Cordelia looked up at the shell-shocked Angel and gave him a tentative smile through her tears. "Hey, Angel, I'm back?"

"Cordelia?" Wesley stopped in the middle of the lobby, Lorne, Fred and Gunn all bumping into him. They looked at the headless body of Jasmine between Angel and Cordelia. "You're awake. And you killed Jasmine. Good job."

Connor stepped forward, pushing Cordelia out of the way and falling to his knees beside the corpse. He stared at it numbly. Tears welled up in his eyes. He looked up. "You killed her."

Cordy kneeled beside him and brushed his hair away from his face. "Yes, sweetie, I did. I had to. She couldn't stay here. She was a lie, you know that. You would have killed her too, Connor. And it would have destroyed you. The Powers couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let that happen."

Cordelia pulled Connor to his feet. He moved to towards Cordelia, as if to pull her into his arms. Cordelia placed a hand in the middle of his chest and shook her head.

"Connor, no. I'm sorry but that wasn't me." She looked towards Angel. "I would never do something like that. I love you; don't get me wrong, I do. But not the way you thought I did, not the way you want me to. You're the closest thing I'll ever have to a son."

Connor stepped back, hurt etching itself onto his face. He turned, prepared to run. Cordelia clamped a hand down on his arm.

"No, Connor. I'm not letting you leave the Hyperion. I know you're hurting. But you have to stay here. You have to understand."

Angel looked from Jasmine to Cordy and Connor. His mouth moved silently several times before he let out a strangle, "Huh?"

Cordelia smiled bitterly. "Looks like it's story time, boys and girls."

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"The Powers never thought that she would do this." Cordelia snorted. "I don't know why. They thought she had learnt her lesson with that other world and that she was content with just helping the other Powers. Once Skip moved me into another plane it was too late; she started to put herself in my body. One of the Powers suspected her though. It sent me a vision that it thought would make me stay, didn't count on Skip workin' the mojo and convincing me to go."

"Then you came back," Wesley said. "And Jasmine made her entrance into this world, she just needed a physical body of her own."

Cordelia nodded. "Yep, hence Connor."

Connor crossed his arms and scowled, burying himself into the cushions of the couch. Connor looked over at his father and clenched his jaw as he saw that he had mirrored Angel's actions. Connor immediately dropped his arms.

"She blocked the whole process from my memory. And then you know with the amnesia, how very soap opera of her. It was meant to isolate me from the rest of you, and behold the success. All the time after I came back I felt like there was something else I should be doing, like there was something else guiding me, not with visions but something else." Cordelia wrung her hands as she paced. "Then there was the whole bottle spell incident. Once I ate that gritty paste it woke her up. After that it was like I was trapped, stuck watching as she drove my body around. I hat to sit and watch as she killed people! As she manipulated Connor, as she tried to destroy Angel. God, she even kissed the Beast!" Cordelia shuddered.

All of them, including Connor, made a disgusted face. "Ewww."

"Yeah, you should have been on this side." Cordelia exclaimed.

"There's just one thing I don't get." Gunn sat forward. "We didn't think you were ever going to wake up. Now look at you, all walkin', talkin' and killin' the Big Bad."

Cordelia smiled and sat on the stairs in front of them. "I know. The Powers That Be finally got off their supposedly omniscient asses and do something helpful for once. Not until they gave an uber vision, of course."

"Uber vision?" Fred queried. "There's not something else coming is there?"

Cordelia grimaced. "Oh, thank god no. Well, kinda but I'll get to that later. I saw everything. Past, present and a couple of possible futures, none of them really pleasant. And none of them the Powers really want. So they made with the wakey wakey. Healed me all up and everything. They knew that Connor and I were the only ones that could kill her. The rest of you would just piss her off."

Connor looked over to the spot were Jasmine fell. "And you did it." His face was carefully blank.

Cordelia put her chin in the palm of her hand. "Yes, I did."

The A.I. gang started as the doors opened, their jaws dropped.

"Lilah?"

Cordelia sighed tiredly.

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Wesley was the first to break the silence. "That isn't Lilah. It can't be. It's not possible."

The image of his dead lover smirked at him. "There's a signed dollar in your wallet that says otherwise."

Wesley just looked at her, the muscles in his jaw clenching convulsively.

"I thought you were dead." Fred's brow crinkled.

"And stayin' dead." Gunn added.

The smirk on Lilah's face got wider. "Oh, I am. My Wesley took care of me." She pulled a scarf away from her neck, revealing a red line across her throat. "But Wolfram and Hart's contracts extend beyond death. As soon as the Senior Partners are done with me, it's back to hell for this lawyer." Lilah turned towards Angel. "They said to say 'hi' by the way."

Angel stared at her impassively. "What do you want, Lilah?"

Lilah clapped her hands together. "Always so serious, Angel. No, 'hi, how have you been feeling?'"

Angel's stare never wavered. Connor rolled his eyes. "That's it, I'm out of here."

Angel pushed Connor back onto the couch. "You're not going anywhere."

Connor struggled to his feet. "You can't tell me what to do."

Angel stood in his path. "Yes, I can. I'm you're father, whether you like it or not. Cordelia says you stay, you're staying."

Connor stared into his father's dark eyes, trying to find a weakness. "Fine," he relented, his father's eyes hard and flinty. "I'll stay, but only because Cordelia said." He flopped back onto the couch and started to sulk.

"Go, Dad." Lilah said, her eyes sparkling in amusement.

"What do you want, Lilah?" Wesley's tense voice cracked across the room like a whip, making the others jump.

Lilah shifted her weight onto her other foot. "There's no need to be like that, Lover. I come in peace, well pieces but that's not the point. The point is you win."

"We win?" Gunn asked puzzled.

"That's right, the Senior Partners are giving up. You win. We're moving out of L.A." Lilah announced. "And we're looking to hand you the keys."

"No," Cordelia got to her feet and faced Lilah. "Go back to the Senior Partners and tell then that I won't let them do this to them."

"Cordelia-"

"No!" Cordelia shouted. She took a deep breath. "This is one of my visions. You take over Wolfram and Hart and bad things happen. You don't know… I can't let those things happen to you."

Wesley's gaze flickered quickly from Cordelia to Lilah and back. "But maybe you knowing what's to come means that we can avoid the bad things."

Cordelia sighed. "I don't think I want to take that risk. Look, Wesley, I know you want to release Lilah from her contract and you'll do that James Bond/ Batman thing you're so good at lately, but you can't. Her contract is unbreakable, Wes. You can't help her, no matter how much you want to."

Lilah looked from Cordelia to Wesley. "You would have done that for me?"

Wesley nodded sharply, his body practically vibrating from the tenseness. "You don't deserve this. Even after everything, you don't deserve to be treated like a puppet with the Senior Partners pulling your strings."

Lilah visibly softened. "She's right, you know. My contract, it's unbreakable. Iron-clad. I should know, I drew it up myself. Always read the fine print."

"Lilah." Wesley protested.

Lilah shook her head, a sad smile coming to her face. "I knew exactly what I was getting myself into in the first place. You can't save me, Wes."

"What about your mother?" He asked.

Lilah grimaced slightly. "She won't understand. She doesn't even remember me half the time. The clinic knows how to look after her and they've been well paid. She'll have a place there until she dies."

Wesley stared at her sadly.

Lilah stepped close to him and cupped the side of his face. "It means a lot that you twere going to try though. It means more than you'll ever know."

She leaned in and they shared a kiss, the sweetness of which those who knew the two would not had though them possible of.

A loud dreamy sigh broke the moment and they pulled apart, both a little embarrassed. Fred and Lorne, ever the hopeless romantics, grinned at them. Wesley cleared his throat, a faint blush coming to his cheeks. Lilah stepped back, her attention focused on straightening her skirt.

She looked up, suddenly back to business. "So you're serious about not taking this offer?"

"We are," Cordelia told her, her tone firm and broking no argument.

Lilah arched an eyebrow. "You're vision girl, what about Sunnydale?"

"What about Sunnydale?" Angel asked suspiciously.

Cordelia ignored him. "You said it, I'm vision girl. There's a plan, we don't need that little doodad of doom. You have take it back to the Senior Partners and tell them to stick it up their-"

"Cordelia, would you just tell me what's going on?" Angel whined.

Cordelia glared at him. "In a second, Angel." She turned back to Lilah. "Look, I'm really sorry that my body killed you but the only way these people are walking into that building is over my very prone, dead body."

Lilah spread her hands out in front of her and smiled. "Hey, it's no skin off my nose. I was sent to give the offer, not twist your arm into going." She looked longingly at Wesley and nodded sadly at him. "Might see you around."

Lilah turned and started to walk out of the hotel. She paused at the door, staring into the city.

"Goodbye, Lilah." Wesley said quietly.

Lilah tensed, took a deep breath and pushed off from the doorframe. Without a further glance back she walked confidently into the chaotic city streets.

Angel looked at each of his silent friends and family. "What the hell is going on?" He cried.

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Angel stared numbly out at the lobby of the Hyperion through the large window in his office. The corners of his mouth twitched as he saw how the others had clustered around Connor, keeping him included in their inane conversations; they were doing their bit to help and that was a great comfort to Angel. Angel's head fell forward, his forehead resting against the cool, smooth glass.

"Angel?" Cordelia called his name tentatively. She peered at him worriedly and gnawed on her lips.

"Huh?" He looked up. "I'm okay. It's just a lot to take in."

Cordelia sunk into a chair. "Yeah, it is. Trust me, I know."

Angel looked out at the lobby again, noting that Fred had persuaded the guys into helping her pick up all the abandoned equipment and organize it into piles so they could be claimed if anyone returned to do so.

Angel cleared his throat. "So all that actually happened? Or would have happened?"

Cordelia sighed and nodded. "Yep, all of it. Spike, Fred, Wesley, Gunn and you."

Angel rubbed the back of his neck. "Wow. I mean…" He fell into silence.

Cordelia shifted in her chair and watched Angel warily; Jasmine had done so much to hurt Angel while she was still in her body. She didn't know if Angel could ever erase the image of her body and Connor. Angel might never be able to look at her the same way ever again; he might not be able to forgive her, not that she could really blame him. Cordelia blinked away the tears that threatened to fall, knowing that if she started crying again she wouldn't be able to stop any time soon.

Angel frowned, as he smelt salt. He turned, seeing Cordelia rubbing her eyes furiously. "Cordy?"

"I'm okay, Angel." She looked up at him, a poor version of her usual smile in place. "Is there something in my aura that screams 'insert demon spawn here', Lorne would tell me, right?"

The tears that Cordelia had worked so hard to repress welled up in her eyes and spilled over onto her cheeks. Angel kneeled in front of her and pulled her into his arms. Cordelia threw her arms around him and buried her wet face into his neck and started to sob. Angel looked down at her, panicked over her sudden change in demeanor. He was glad that he had Lorne read her or he might have thought that she was still possessed. Cordelia had never really let him see her like this, unless she had no choice in the matter; she didn't like to admit that she was hurting.

Angel ran his hand down her and started to rock her, whispering soothing sounds into her hair, just like he had done when Connor was a baby.

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"Thanks." Cordelia said softly, her head still resting against Angel's shoulder. "I needed that. I didn't mean to cry all over your shirt." She sat up and brushed at the wet patch on his shirt.

Angel grabbed her hand. "It's all right. I've had worse."

"Yes, I suppose you have." Cordelia stared at the patch on his shirt. "It's important you know… Jasmine lied to you."

"I know."

"No, I mean she lied when she told you that I saw everything from your past, that I experienced everything. It never happened, it was just something to throw you off, make you go all broody." Cordelia looked up at him. "I know that Angelus did some bad things, but that's not you. I know that and it's never had an effect on how I feel about you."

Angel flashed her a small relieved smile. "Good."

Cordelia returned his smile and stood, wrapping her arms around herself. She leaned against the window frame and watched as Fred berated Gunn and Connor for throwing the sensitive equipment around.

Cordelia sighed, "Poor Connor."

Angel tensed.

"He should never have had something like this happen. I don't know how long it will take for him to get over this."

"But you think he will get over it?" Angel questioned.

"Cordelia looked at him sharply. "He should. I'm not going to do anything to encourage him!"

"I didn't mean- I didn't think-"

"Yes, you did." Cordelia turned back to the lobby. "But I can't really blame you. Especially with everything you've seen these last few months."

"Cordy-"

"I'm not meant for him. I never thought of him that way." Cordelia interrupted Angel. "It's strange but in every vision for the possible futures he was always with the same person. Which brings me to the next apocalypse."

"Sunnydale."

Cordelia nodded. "It's bad, Angel. It's really bad."

"So what do we do?"

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Fred started as the door to Angel's office was wrenched open. Angel strided out purposely, Cordelia trailing behind him. He waited until he had everyone's attention.

"There's trouble in Sunnydale, big trouble. I'm not going to lie to you, people are going to die. But unless we help them, they're all going to die and the balance of good and evil is going to shift dramatically. The First isn't something to be taken lightly. It wins and we all die, not just the slayers and the demon hunters, but everyone. I'm not going to force anyone, but I'm going and I'd like you all to come too. We could use your help. There's a plan but I'm not sure we can pull it off without all of you."

"Slayers? Faith's in trouble?" Connor asked.

Wesley scrubbed a hand over his head. "I'm in."

Fred shoved her hands in her pockets. "Me too."

Lorne took a sip of his sea breeze. "I don't know, Angelcakes. The First? That's no small potatoes. Jasmine's nothing compared to the First."

"We know, Lorne." Cordelia told him. "That's why we need everyone we can get."

"Well, gee when you put like that how can I say no?" Lorne said sarcastically.

Gunn shuffled his feet. Cordelia stepped forward and place her hand on his arm. "Gunn, we need you as well. I know you're not just muscle."

Gunn smiled at her. "Alright, I'm in. So we're laying the smack-down on the ultimate evil, huh?"

"If all goes right," Angel told him. "It's not going to be easy. To defeat the First we have to beat it's army."

Connor perked up. "Army?"

"The First has amassed an army of ubervamps, the Turok-Han I think they're called." Cordelia revealed.

"Turok-Han? Are you sure?" Wesley asked. "I've heard the stories of course, everyone at the Council has. I never thought… I though they were a myth."

"But they're still just vamps, right? I mean stake through the heart and poof?" Fred asked.

"A stake through the heart should kill them but they're meant to be extremely stong and vicious." Wesley informed them.

"And that's different from ordinary vamps, how?" Gunn asked.

"Turok-Hans aren't ordinary vampires, they're primordial, ancient. Comparing them to the vampires we face is like comparing today's humans to the Homo erectus." Wesley told him.

Connor and Gunn looked at him strangely.

Wesley sighed. "They were a type of human in the evolutionary process. 'Upright humans', they spread from Africa."

"They can be killed though." Cordelia broke in, becoming exasperated with the interplay.

"The Homo erectus guys?" Gunn asked, looking surprised. "I woulda thought they'd already be dead."

"The Turok-Han," Angel told him.

"Oh," Gunn said. "I knew that."

"They're a lot easier to kill than the Beast." Cordelia said. "But they far outnumber the Potential Slayers."

Connor stood apart from the others, her arms crossed over his chest.

"Connor?" Cordelia asked softly. "You in?"

Connor looked up from his study of the floor, Cordelia had to suppress her gasp, he looked so much like his father at that moment, his jaw clenched and a determined air about him.

"Yeah, I'm in."

Gunn grinned and clapped his hands together. "Aight, road trip!"

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So anyone interested in what happens in Sunnydale as a result? I kinda have an idea but I'd like feedback please.

Any ideas for a Connor pairing? Maybe Connor and Dawn, or Connor and Vi, Connor and Faith or possibly Connor and Rona? I'm open to suggestions.