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Connor 14/? 
2nd-Jan-2010 03:19 pm
chloe---vampire


Title: Connor - Part Two
Series: 3rd in Chlonnor series
Pairing: chlonnor
Fandoms: Smallville/Angel
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville nor Angel.
Summary:When Connor returns, now grown up, things become even more chaotic in Chloe's life. She's tried fighting her attraction to him but realizes they're in love. Why should she fight it? And what's the big bad that's threatening their happiness NOW?




Things at the Hyperion were tense over the next couple of days.

Gunn grabbed a battle-axe in the lobby while Angel walked down the stairs with Lorne following him, talking emphatically.

"No." Angel announced, shaking his head, determined.

"Why?" Lorne pressed, continuing to follow him.

"No." Angel refused to say more than that.

"Why?" The green empath demon was determined.

"I said NO." Angel turned to the demon, annoyed that he wasn't dropping this. The vampire wasn't in the mood to have this conversation, not now, maybe not ever.

"I said why." Lorne pressed on, obviously not smart enough to start fearing for his life by pissing a pissy vampire. "Now, let's meet in the middle with a 'why no?'."

Angel sighed, looking at his good friend, remembering all he had had to go through, and thus calmed himself down. "It's too soon." He turned and walked to the front desk.

"But she got her memory back." Lorna hounded him like a dog after a meaty bone. "Aren't you a weensy bit curious if Chloe remembers anything about why she lost her memory? Or, say, maybe if she knows something about the thing-a-ma-bad that Wolfram and Hart sucked outta my noggin?"

"We need to give her time to adjust before we start coming at her with a million questions." Angel tried to busy himself by clearing the already tidy desk. "She's---she's obviously been through something really bad and all of our questions..."

"How 'bout only asking her one question?" Lorne wanted to know. "One's good."

"In a couple of days, when she's more herself and back here where she belongs." Angel was adamant about this, a muscle jumping in his cheek as once more he was reminded of the fact that Chloe's scent was fading from the Hyperion. Before, it'd saturated every wall, every material, lending Angel the calming sense he always got from just her scent, and yet it was now gone, and Angel wasn't coping very well with the loss. He was edgy, irritable, and maybe a little violent on the very few jobs they'd had since Chloe had decided that even though she had her memory back she preferred staying with Connor.

Lorne sighed and turned to Gunn and Fred. "Chime in any time."

"Would love to." Fred announced from where she was with Gunn at the weapons cabinet, picking out weapons.

"Really." Gunn agreed.

"We got a case." Fred continued.

"Need some backup?" Angel looked up, hopeful. If there was something he could beat to a pulp and let go of some of this frustration he was so there!

"Nah." Gunn shook his head. "Woman out in Hancock Park's hearing spookies in her pipes." He paused, looking at the weapon in his hand contemplatively. "Don't know whether to bring my axe...or a plunger." With a shake of his head, he and Fred left to battle the evil toilet...or whatever it was that was causing the sounds at their client's home.

For a moment Angel was disappointed, then, feeling Lorne's gaze on him he turned to the green demon. "See? Worst thing we got going on is a haunted toilet, so let's give Chloe a little space. It's not like the world's gonna end right this second."

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Watching a movie in the room that Chloe had decided was theirs, the blonde watched as the monster chased around some bimbo Chloe decided deserved to be eaten. The idiot had made every mistake in the manual, and Chloe couldn't stand idiots. Also, she was in a very rotten mood these days, so when the monster fell upon the woman and began to eat her alive Chloe felt vindicated in a that's what you get kinda way.

"I've got you chochodiles. And some other stuff."

She looked up, surprised to see Connor returning so soon. "What?"

He walked over to the bed and sat down on it. "Do you want something else? I could---."

"No. These are great." Chloe decided, reaching for one of the packs and opening it with a small smile towards him.

It was...she wasn't sure if she was handling this situation right.

But she did know one thing though.

She was in love with Connor.

And he was in love with her.

She paused,

Okay, maybe that was two things.

But they tied into one big truth.

Chloe contemplated, as she had these last couple of days, on how she and Connor needed to talk about this. They---they'd had that kiss when she'd been amnesiac, and that was it. After she'd regained her memory she'd returned here with him, the only place she felt safe, and things had gone back to the way they'd been before.

Sure, there was tension, but now that Chloe thought about it, there'd always been tension between her and Connor.

It was a sexual tension, deep and strong and it was going to explode any day now.

That was why Chloe knew that they needed to talk about this thing they had between them, what it meant to them, and what they were going to do about it.

Also, she was going to have to talk to Angel about it, and she wasn't looking forward to telling Angel that she'd fallen in love with his son.

Suddenly, Chloe realized that this must be what a young man felt like when going to the father of his girlfriend asking permission for her hand in marriage.

And not only did she have this to worry about, but she now had Lois dropping by to visit constantly.

It wasn't that she wasn't happy having her cousin back with her---because she was---but it didn't look like Lois was going to forgive her any time soon for not telling her that she had been alive all this time. And Lois also seemed to believe that if she didn't keep a close eye on Chloe that the girl might just disappear again.

And that made Chloe feel hella guilty.

The interesting thing, though, was that Lois and Connor had bonded.

They'd kinda threatened and glared at each other about hurting Chloe and then had just smirked at each other and had been best friends ever since.

Chloe knew doom when she saw it, and Lois bonding with Connor just spelled it out for her.

Also, the fact that neither Connor nor Lois had much love for Angel seemed to have been a strong reason for this comradeship.

Chloe sighed.

As if she needed more trouble.

There was the fact that she didn't remember why she'd lost her memory in the first place...and also the fact that she couldn't get that creature out of her mind.

"Whatcha watching?" Connor asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Some old movie." Chloe shrugged. "I don't remember...but because I saw it when I was a kid...not because of some magic or amnesia or anything."

He nodded, seeming amused that she'd thought it necessary to tell him that last part.

Chloe sighed and turned off the television. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna turn into Amnesia Action Figure Chloe again." She pouted, looking at her ice cream treat.

"She wasn't so bad." Connor announced oddly, looking down at his feet.

Chloe sent a look in his direction, wondering what he meant by that, before shaking her head and snorting. "Yeah, a reel hoot too, with the panicking and the screaming and running around like a nut." She took a bite out of the ice cream and gave a groan of appreciation. "Mmmm...I love these."

"Yeah, I know." Connor smiled crookedly.

She returned it after swallowing. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He turned in the bed so that he was completely facing her.

"Not just for the ice creamy goodness." Chloe turned towards him as well, needing him to understand what she was trying to say. "Thank you for...God, thanks for everything. I don't know...I don't know what I would have without you, Con."

"Panic, scream, nut." He replied teasingly, though he smiled so happily and tenderly at her as he teased.

"I did." Chloe nodded, agreeing completely. She then sighed, looking away, not even paying attention to her Chocodile anymore.

Connor frowned as the change took over her face. He went over to her and knelt in front of the blonde, touching her knee. "You should rest."

"I'm ok." She whispered.

Connor tenderly brushed hair from her face. "You haven't slept since you came back."

"I know." She looked down into his worried face, hating herself for putting that expression there. "It's just that every time I close my eyes, I..."

"What?" He narrowed his eyes, looking ready to destroy anything for her sake.

"I see it." Chloe whispered, finally able to talk about it, only now, only to him. "Something horrible moving deep down, clawing its way up."

"It's just a dream." Connor cupped her cheek.

"I can taste the blood of all the people it's going to kill, smell the burning flesh."

"It's okay." Connor's thumb caressed the skin of her cheek. "You're safe with me."

"No one's safe." Chloe insisted, needing him to know this. "Don't you understand that? It's coming, and no one can stop it! I wanna warn Angel, but the words won't come out." She looked away, knowing her distress was visible on her face. "Why can't I tell him? I feel it. The thing in my dreams...it's real, and it's almost here."

Connor stood.

She looked up, needing him to understand.

But suddenly the one standing before her wasn't Connor, instead it was a beastly demon.

The one haunting her.

"I know." The beast spoke before grabbing her throat, and that was the moment Chloe gasped, waking up from her nightmare.

Connor, hearing her cry of terror, rushed into the room, going towards her. "What is it?"

"Oh, G--." Chloe was grasping at her throat, heart racing, horror in her soul.

"Are you all right?" Connor knelt in front of her. "Chloe!"

She couldn't speak, couldn't---couldn't say anything.

In the end the blonde sobbed wordlessly and threw herself down on the ground at Connor, and his arms went around her tightly.


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Cordelia sat at the front desk, manning the phones with Lorne, eyes wide. "Snakes? Uh-huh. And they came out of your what? OK, Ok....um, well...did they get up there themselves, or is this part of a, you know, a thing?" She laughed nervously. People had some really odd kinks, it didn't hurt to ask. "No, I'm not judging." She put the phone to his chest, turning to Angel. "Do we fight snakes?"

Angel was sitting on the chair in the lobby, polishing his sword. "Only if they're giant. Or demons. Or giant demons." He turned to face Cordelia. "Are they giant demon snakes?"

"Well..." The young woman hesitated. "Unless this guy's 30 feet tall, I'm thinking they're of the garden variety."

"Oh." Angel sighed, disappointed. "They could still be demonic." He stood, eager. "Are they making any kind of demony sounds?"

She shook her head.

Angel sighed.

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"The noises are horrible." The rich, blonde client announced. "The thumping, the groaning---it's impossible to sleep at night."

"How long as this been going on?" Gunn wanted to know as they stood in the hallway of the mansion.

"Uh, a week, maybe." The housewife replied.

"Good." Fred smiled. "If it's a haunting, the longer a specter inhabits an area, the harder it is to convince them to leave."

"Yep." Gunn nodded. "Casper's dealing with the big boys now. We're very persuasive."

"Anything you can do about that terrible room." The client whispered. "I'll be in the kitchen." She turned and walked away hurriedly.

Gunn watched her go before turning to Fred. "You ready?"

"Is no an acceptable answer?" The young Texan wanted to know.

"In this business?" Gunn raised an eyebrow. "Always." With battleaxe ready, Gunn opened the door to one of the client's bathrooms. It was huge (something on the order to 10'x15') and was luxuriously decorated. There was a huge spa tub at the back of the room, rich wood cabinets, and a double vanity. Gunn whistled as he looked around. "Man, look at this place."

"A family of four could live in here." Fred agreed, in awe.

"With room for Uncle Lester." Gunn snorted. "Man, marble countertops, whirlpool tub, bidget..." He smiled. "Its the kind of place I imagine us moving into one day."

Fred smirked at him. "You've imagined bidgets?"

He pouted at her. "Forget that part."

Fred looked about to tease him further when suddenly the pipes started to groan. "Okay. That's not the bidget."

"Where's it coming from?" Gunn asked, starting to look around.

"Um, everywhere?" Fred twirled around slowly, as they seemed to be surrounded by the sound. "Maybe we should've brought a priest."

Gunn listened near the sink. "Or some consecrated Drano." He paused. "I think it's stopped."

Suddenly the mirrored medicine cabinet broke above the sink, revealing rats.

They were everywhere now, dozens of them in the cabinet, coming up through the drain, in the tub, on the floor.

"These aren't ghosts!" Fred gasped, eyes going wide. "These definitely aren't ghosts!"

"Well, they're gonna be." Gunn predicted.

Fred, not waiting around for that, turned and tried to leave through the door, but it wouldn't budge. "It's not opening!"

Gunn turned and hurried towards his girlfriend, trying the door's handle as the rats continued to multiply at rapid and ridiculous speed.

The handle wouldn't budge.

"Oh fuck this." Gunn announced, kicking the door down, before hurrying out with his girlfriend, meeting up with the house wife, who'd come running at the sound of her door being broken down. "You might want to look into an exterminator." He announced, as the flood of rats scurried out after them.

With a scream, the house wife beat everyone out of the house, making excellent time.


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"No, I'm not saying I had a bug in my apartment. I said a had a swarm of bugs in my apartment." Lois explained as if to a child as she rested her feet up on Wesley's coffee table. "As in an apartment building in which not one bit of floor didn't have those crunchables on it."

Wesley frowned as he knocked Lois' legs off of his coffee table. "That is...unusual."

"And disgusting." Lois put her feet right back up. "So I grabbed my stuff and I came here. I wasn't about to stay with the others, and Chloe and Connor are either doing the dirty or about to, and I don't need to butt into their near marital bliss. So I thought, Wesley Wyndam-Price owes me big time for knowing about me and never telling me my cousin was alive. So he couldn't possibly refuse to put me up until my apartment is plague-free."

Wesley raised an eyebrow at her. "About that. How did you know where I lived again?"

She smirked. "You investigated me, I investigated you. Fair turnabout."

The watcher had to nod his agreement to that.

"So..." Lois looked him up and down. "This thing about you being head boy..."


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Angel was inspecting the weapons in the weapons cabinet and Lorne and Cordelia were working the phones, trying to deal with the never ending ringing, when Gunn and Fred came in.

"You two!" Lorne pointed at them. "Phones. Help. Now."

The couple shared an amused look before going to help the green empathy demon by each answering a phone.

Lorne took the opportunity to rush out from behind the desk and head to where Angel was. "Business is really humming. Huh?"

"Yeah, word of mouth. I guess word got around that I'm back." His gaze were on the weapons. "You think I should keep these alphabetical, or rearrange them by how much damage they inflict?"

Lorne thought about it for a second. "Damage. Nomenclature goes out of the portal when, uh, hacking's afoot."

"Still, good to know what you're using." Angel pressed, still not sure. "I mean, what if I'm fighting a Glurgg, and I ask for a Khopesh to finish him off. What would you throw me?"

"Uh, a towel." Lorne sniffed. "Glurggs are 90 percent pus. Yeah, uh, not speaking of sticky fluids, maybe we should get some help around the office. A certain somebody who seems to be somewhat connected with all of this. Who could tell me what got hoovered out of my head." He paused. "Uh, name startes with a C."

Angel looked up. "Connor."

Lorne made a face. "No, I was leaning towards a sweet little cinna-bun, but---oh." The demon stopped when he noticed Connor walking into the lobby.

"Hey." Angel went towards his son, wishing things weren't so horribly awkward amongst them.

"Hey." Connor took in a deep breath, looking wary.

"It's okay. The spell wore off." Angel announced for lack of anything else to say. "Thanks for not letting me...for protecting Chloe."

"She's staying with me now." Connor looked up at Angel warily. "You know that, right?"

"Yeah, that's, uh, good." Angel looked away, clearing his throat. "She needs a place she can feel safe, it will give her a chance to work things out." He returned his gaze to his son. "A couple of days and everything will be back to the way it was."

Connor looked away at that, a muscle in his cheek jumping. "You should talk to her."

"Oh, hallelujah!" Lorne announced from where he was blatantly listening in on the conversation.

"Now's not a good time." Angel ran his hand over his hair. "After everything she's been through, the last thing she needs is---."

"Dad," Connor using that word just proved to everyone how serious he was about this. "Please."

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"I'm gonna kill him." Chloe decided, looking up from her place on the bed when Connor and Angel entered the room.

Angel walked towards her while Connor hung back. "He's just worried about you. We all are."

"Is that the royal we or the populous?" Chloe asked, trying to stall this as long as possible.

"I always wanted to be a prince." Angel gave her a small smile as she sat down next to her, holding her hand. "I hear you gotta be born into it."

Chloe smiled, feeling all of her anxiousness melt out of her. "How do you do that?"

"What?" The vampire asked, smiling back at her.

"Make everything feel like its not spiraling apart." Chloe answered, not noticing as Connor stalked out of the room.

Angel's smile grew more tender. "It's just a special ability I honed from you."

Chloe tightened her hold on Angel's hand, only now realizing just how much she'd missed him and his presence. For so many years Angel had been her only constant, her only anchor, her only---her everything...and having been separated from him had been hard. No one knew her better than Angel did. No one. No one knew how to hold her or touch her or what to say when she was feeling this way. So while she was a little annoyed that Connor had gone against her will and brought Angel here, she was also relieved and grateful, because he'd known that this was what she needed and he'd done it for her.

"We've missed you, at the Hyperion." Angel lowered his gaze, thumb caressing the skin of her hand. "I have missed you."

"I miss you all as well."

"Then come back with me." Angel looked up at her, eyes pleading. "Thats your home, there with me and the others. We're your family. I---I understand that you needed some time to yourself, but Chloe, its not the same without you I---I don't know how to function without you."

"You were functioning for hundreds of years without me." Chloe reached for him, brushing his hair tenderly out of his face. "You can survive with me living in a different building. And anyway, as soon as I feel up to it I'll be back there working. I can't get rusty, now, can I?"

"Working." Angels gaze lowered once more. "Chloe..." He sighed and looked around the room. "Chloe. This isn't your home. This isn't where you belong. You have a home. Both you and Connor do. I want you both back at the Hyperion where we can all be together." He tightened his grip on her hand. "Where we can be a family like we always should have been."

"And we will be, in time." Chloe promised him. "But Connor's not ready for it, you and I both know this. He isn't ready to go back to the Hyperion, and I won't go back until he's ready."

Angel looked at her in silence.

"Angel, you have Lorne and Cordy and Gunn and Fred...Connor only has me. And I'm not going to leave him alone anymore." She gave Angel a little smile. "And anyway, I just finished unpacking everything he brought over for me. The place is looking a bit more homey now."

Angel nodded, looking around the room before raising an eyebrow at the wall with the pictures. "Why don't you have any pictures of me?"

"Connor said he couldn't find any." Chloe admitted.

Angel looked at her. "Did he now..."

She nodded before suddenly her heart started to race, her breathing went ragged, and Angel's face disappeared from view. Suddenly Chloe was standing, watching as the Beast came out of the earth.

And then the vision was gone, and Chloe was in the bedroom once more, with Angel and Connor hovering over her, worried sick. "He's coming." She whispered, terrified. "He's coming now!"

Connor narrowed his eyes. "This is not good."

Angel frowned, looking from one to the other. "Who is coming? The thing Connor said you've been having nightmares about?"

Chloe nodded, heart still racing, feeling somewhat faintish. "He's coming now. And it won't stop---not until we're all dead."

"You should let her rest." Connor told Angel, back to him, as he leaned towards Chloe. "Lay down a bit."

"I'm okay." She tried to assure him.

"You're too pale, your heart's racing too rapidly." Connor sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, slowly easing her down so that she was laying down on the bed.

"Stop worrying so much about me." And yet she was smiling up at him.

Connor snorted. "As if that were possible."

Angel looked between them both before clearing his throat. "What can you tell me about this beast you've been seeing?"

Chloe tore her gaze from Connor to look at Angel. "Big, powerful, clawing its way up through the bowels of the earth to slaughter us all..."

"Did you see anything that could give us a location?" The vampire pressed.

Chloe shook her head. "Sorry. Visions---that was my first. This is usually Cordy's gig, not mine."

"I know." Angel nodded. "And Connor's right. You should sleep."

"About Lois..." Chloe started.

"She's safe." Connor replied. "While you were sleeping she came over and said that if we needed to see her to go to Wesley's house. Apparently something has happened to her abode and she has moved in temporarily with him."

Chloe blinked. "Wow. That was fast."

Connor looked confused as to what she was talking about.

Angel cleared his throat. "I'm going to go find out what we're up against."

"Angel!" Chloe called when he turned to leave.

He turned back to her.

"Be careful."

He smiled.

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Angel wasn't smiling.

He'd gone to Wolfram and Hart and after breaking into Lilah's office, torturing Gavin a bit for information, and then talking to Lilah herself, he'd realized that Wolfram and Hart had nothing to do with the Beast, they didn't know what it was either, and that they were scared. When evil was scared...things were bad. They'd tried getting their psychic to decipher what they'd taken out of Lorne's head, but every time they'd peeled back a layer, their brains had ended up decorating the walls. Whatever Lorne had Seen in Chloe's session was heavily protected.

Given the fact that they hadn't been able to figure out anything on their own and they were frightened, Angel had managed to get Lilah to hand him over the almost undecipherable pages of glyphs and such they'd gotten from Lorne's head, and he'd headed back to the Hyperion, where he'd been surprised to see Wesley and Lois standing and talking along with Lorne, Fred and Gunn...the telephones gone wild.

Apparently Wesley had realized the increase in paranormal activity -- birds, rats, insects -- and had decided that it would be better to pool their resources to try and figure out what was going on. And Lois...Lois had decided to come along for the ride.

They'd gotten together and sat down, leaving the answering machines to deal with the phone calls, all looking down at the papers that were spread across the coffee table. Said paper were completely covered in mystical symbols, and there were hundreds of those sheets of paper.

"So all this came out of my head?" Lorne asked, holding some papers. "No wonder it made me greener."

"If Wolfram and Hart hadn't extracted it, you'd be a paler shade of dead." Angel announced from where he was pacing.

"Yeah, well, remind me to send 'em a fruit basket." He sipped his cocktail as the phone rung. "Mm. Saved by the continuous bell." He stood, walking to the front desk.

"You've been logging the calls, right?" Lois asked, causing everyone to look at her.

"Every last squishy one." Lorne nodded.

Lois paused before looking around them. "Does anyone have a map?"

"There's a couple in Angel's office." Gunn answered.

"Good." Lois nodded. "Grab one and start marking the locations on the calls." The brunette ordered. "See if they're concentrated in any one area." She turned to Wesley. "Whatever's happening, whatever Lorne saw in Chloe's future, the answers are in these pages. We need to figure it out."

Wesley looked at her silently before nodding.

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Chloe paced back and forth, back and forth.

She---she couldn't just stay here and do nothing.

Turning to leave, she gave a little gasp when Connor seemed to cut her off from out of nowhere. "It must be genetic."

"What?" Connor asked.

"Sneaking up on people." She explained, running a hand over her hair. "Your dad's an expert."

"I was just making a sweep." Connor ignored the mention of Angel, eyes narrowing. "Where were you going?"

"I've been inside all day." Chloe started, knowing he wouldn't like it if she told him the truth. "Thought I would take a walk, clear the cobwebs, recharge the battery." She stopped a beat at the look on his face. "Okay, stop with the look. I'm getting a stronger feeling."

"About the vision." Connor didn't have to ask.

"Yeah." She nodded, looking around their room. "Flashes, images, tugging at me, pulling..."

"Where?" He asked, eyes narrowed.

"I don't know." The blonde admitted as she reached for her sais. "Maybe where this thing's gonna jack-in-the-box."

"So you were going to face it by yourself." Connor's voice was dark and displeased.

"I don't know what I was going to do." She sighed, unable to look him in the eye. "But I can't stay here. I just can't. Maybe in another lifetime, but it's my future. I'm connected to this thing somehow, aren't I? It made me lose my memories for some reason, and then Lorne saw it in my future and the Wolfram and Hart stole it from Lorne...but it's my future. I have to be there."

"I know." Connor replied.

"And with this vision..." Chloe continued. "All I can think is why? Why me?"

"Because you're important." Connor answered without thought.

She snorted. "Oh, yeah. The world would stop turning without me."

Connor looked away, silent for a moment. "You're important to me."

She froze, eyes widening and blush appearing on her cheeks.

Wow.

This---this was as close to a confession as they'd gotten!

"You---" she cleared her throat and looked down. "You're important to me too, Con." The blonde reached over and threaded her fingers through his, knowing she wasn't really good with words but hoping that, if only for now, this was enough.

His hand tightened around hers, and Connor pulled her towards him in a hug, pressing his lips down against the top of her head. "You need to do this. I understand this. But you need to understand that I am here to protect you, Chloe. You can always rely on me to provide for you and to protect you. It is my purpose, my desire."

"I know." She whispered against his shirt, cheeks burning, smile tilting her lips. "And---and it makes me happy to know that."

They were silent, just holding each other, before finally pulling apart, Chloe following her instincts and Connor following Chloe. They walked in silence in the darkness, ready for anything, until suddenly Chloe stopped.

Connor turned towards her, frowning. "What is it?"

"This place." Chloe looked around her, confused and disoriented. "I've been here before."

"In your vision?"

"No, I---." She stopped walking, eyes going wide. "Oh my god. Darla."

Connor froze at the name. "My mother."

"She died here." Chloe whispered, turning to him. "Connor. This is where you were born."

Something suddenly burst up from the ground in front of the, surrounded in red light. It had two enormous horns on top of its head, and it was a hulking beast.

"You." Chloe whispered in horror, taking a step back from the creature who had haunted her mind these last couple of days.

Connor charged at the demon with his sword, but the beast merely threw him across the alley into the side of a steel dumpster.

"Connor!" Chloe cried, worried about him, giving a little gasp as the beast grabbed her by the throat, lifting her several feet into the air to its eye level. It stared into her face and she found that she couldn't scream or thrash, only able to stare back at it in fear.

Connor ran to her aid, attacking the beast again.

The creature put down Chloe and easily threw Connor across the alley once more.

"No!" Chloe cried out, but forced herself to look away from the battered young man and looked up at the beast as it walked towards her on its hoofed feet. She tried to crawl away from it backwards on her back, but she couldn't get away from it. Where the beast had held her neck before, the skin was red and torn.

From the other side of the alley, Connor stood weakly, yet eyes dark with rage. "Stay away from her!"

The beast looked at Connor, then at Chloe, and then laughed.

With a single effort, the creature jumped up to the top of the nearby five story tall building.

"Connor." Chloe got up and hurried towards him.

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The gang were still on the couches, trying to decipher the data contained in the papers on the table in front of them.

"We're not gonna figure this out." Gunn sighed.

"We have to keep trying." Angel shook his head.

"Normally I'd agree," Wesley announced, leaning back in his seat. "But this is a waste of time."

"It's all we have." Fred frowned.

"Then we must be missing something." Wesley held up a paper. "This is gibberish. Bits and pieces of glyphs, archaic languages, symbols---all jumbled together."

"Do you recognized any of them?" Angel wanted to know."

"Uh, heat, fallen, shrine, flesh...none of it makes any sense." The ex-watcher replied.

"We gotta keep at it until it does." Lois decided.

"You know," Gunn stood. "Maybe we should just take a step back."

"We don't have time." Cordelia frowned at him. "Chloe said that whatever's happening is going down right now."

"We could sift through this muddle from now 'til doomsday, whether that's tomorrow or a thousand years from now." Wesley decided as he flipped through the pages.

Gunn, from where he'd been standing behind Wesley, frown. "Wait, go back. The last sheet, flip it back."

Angel stood and walked to look. "What is it?"

"I don't see anything." Wesley commented.

"Cause you're looking too close." Gunn replied, lining up two of the papers, showing a triangular symbol that was completed when they were lined up properly. Plus, the pattern of the symbols and the glyphs weren't nonsensical after all. They were areas that were more densely written than others. Gunn grabbed a stack of the papers from Wesley, pushed the coffee table out of the way, and started arranging the papers on the floor, matching up the denser areas which started to form lines. "Ok. So what the hell is it?"

When arranged properly, the papers formed a symbol that looked like a square with diagonal lines connected opposite corners forming an 'X' pattern within the square.

Everyone stood and stared at it.

"The Eye of Fire." Angel whispered.

"Ancient alchemical symbol of fire." Wesley nodded.

"And destruction." Angel added.

"You all had me at fire." Lois announced.

"Um, guys?" Lorne held up the map. "I hate to be the little demon that cried apocalypse nowish, but uh..." He gestured to the map with a marker, where he'd plotted the locations of the disturbances with a red dot for each call, and the dots formed a square.

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Back home, Chloe sat on the bed next to Connor, tending to his wounds.

They looked up as the world shook.

It was a minor earthquake, and it lasted only a couple of minutes, but they knew that it was a sign of what was happening.

Of the beast.

"I gotta go." Connor tried to stand. "I've gotta stop it."

"Yeah, getting yourself killed should really slow that thing down." The blonde forced him back down and flinched as she examined his badly bruised side. "Oh God. I think you broke a couple of ribs."

"I've never been broken, not even in Quor-Toth." Connor admitted in a soft voice. "I didn't think I could be."

"You're hurt because of me." Chloe whispered in self-hatred. "Because I couldn't stay back for once. I had to go out, I---I almost got you killed because I had to know!"

Connor shifted to face her, hand going to her battered neck, eyes dark with fury as he examined her. "All you know is that that thing can hurt you...and if it tries again, I will find a way to kill it."

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They'd found the focal point of the disturbances, and had been interrupted in their gathering of weapons by a small tremor. It wasn't much, but it was a definite warning.

Wesley had wanted to leave Lois behind, likewise Gunn with Fred and Angel with Cordelia, but neither woman would have it, arming themselves and joining the men as they left.

They reached the club Sky Temple too late.

By the time they'd reached it the beast was there waiting for them, hulking and intimidating, chuckling at the sight of them.

It was standing in the inside of a square made from human bodies that had been laid out in formation, and at the center of the square the beast had held a man in the air, dangling him by his foot. The way that the body had hung had formed an X shape.

They'd tried charging as one, tried fighting, but no matter what they used against the Beast, be it sword or spear or crossbow they couldn't penetrate it's skin.

It laughed as it fought them and through them around as if they were only dolls.

Angel had lunged for the Beast when all other methods proved in vain, engaging him in hand-tohand combat. They fought and Angel thought for a moment that he might be getting the upper hand when the demon had grabbed him by his injured shoulder and sneered into his face.

"Do you really think she's safe with him?" The creature had tainted before throwing Angel out into the city, well beyond the edge of the building they were on.

"NO!" Cordelia screamed from where she was lying on the ground in pain.

The beast knelt on one knee and punched the floor at the center of his human square, sending a trail of fire out along the floor in the shape of the Eye of Fire symbol. A shock wave emanated from the area, knocking everyone back a few feet, and suddenly the fire is tall now, taller than the beast.

Wesley sat up in time to see the beast leap straight up into the sky, riding the fire he had created. He knew that Angel would have survived that fall, but he was still worried about the vampire.

"C'mon." Lois reached his side. "We need to get out of here."

He nodded, and accepted her help to stand.


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Chloe and Connor stood next to each other, looking out of the window at a shaft of fire that shot straight up into a red circular cloud in the sky right over downtown. The column of fire was sucked up into the clouds, where it disappeared and the clouds closed. Still glowing, the clouds now slowly, terriyfingly, began to rain tiny fireballs all over the city.

In their little home, Chloe and Connor stared out in disbelief.

"What's happening?" Connor asked, placing his hand to the glass of the window, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"I don't know." Chloe whispered, edging towards him, wrapping her arms around one of his, shivering slightly.

"It's him, isn't it?" Connor turned towards her, pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her shivering body, his broken bones already beginning to heal with his vampiric genes. "It's that thing."

"We don't know that." She whispered into his shirt, closing her eyes and breathing in his scent.

"I should've tried harder." He pulled her tighter to him, burying his face in her hair, voice filled with self-revulsion. "I should've stopped it."

"It was too strong, Con." She rubbed her cheek soothingly against his shirt, tightening her hold around his waist. "This isn't your fault."

"What if it is?" And his voice was so distraught. "What if that thing is---it chose the place where I was born. Is that why its here---because of me?"

Chloe pushed away as much as his arms around her would let her, looking up at him, eyes narrowed, needing him to understand this. "No."

He shook his head, eyes haunted. "I was never supposed to happen. The child of two vampires. What if---."

"Connor, it's not you."

"You don't know that." He whispered, eyes searching hers.

"Yes I do." She whispered, touching his face, brushing the hair away tenderly. "Con, I wasn't supposed to happen either. I'm a human who has bonded with a demon inside of me. I---that beast was in my future. I have had visions of it. I was there the night you were born. It---it's most likely somehow my fault that it's here."

"It's not." Connor narrowed his eyes at her. "You have nothing to do with that thing."

She looked up into his face, at the fierce protectiveness in every feature. "Neither do you." With the hand she'd used to brush the hair from his face, Chloe pulled Connor's face closer and kissed him tenderly, bringing both hands to cup his face, opening the kiss, pouring into it all the words she couldn't speak.

Connor hesitated for a second before his arms tightened around Chloe, pulling her tighter against him, his ribs seeming healed enough to stand the pressure. He deepened the kiss, seeming to know on instinct what to do and how to touch her, hesitant and inexperienced and yet willing and eager as his touches got harder, more possessive, more sure as he backed her into the large, curtain-less window.

Chloe hissed in pleasure, whimpering into his mouth, arms encircled around his neck as with one fluid movement he picked her up, seemingly effortlessly, and blindly began moving towards the mattress on the floor that was their bed. "Connor."

He made a near strangled sound as he lowered them to the bed, Chloe with her back pressed against the soft mattress, Connor panting over her, looking down at her with near demonic eyes, darker with passion and restrained lust. "Chloe..." He tried speaking, his voice deeper and harsher and throatier as he leaned over her, resting between her thighs. "We're going to mate."

A blush worked it way up her neck and she just nodded, not trusting her voice not to squeak in this circumstance.

He pressed down against her.

She gasped and arched up against him, hands going to his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.

"I've never...." he looked down at her fiercely.

"I've never made love." She whispered, reaching up and caressing his cheek.

Something in his expression shifted at those words and he gave a little growl before his lips were on hers again, demanding, powerful, claiming.

Chloe cried into the kiss as suddenly all the insecurity, all the hesitance left Connor and he just acted on his instincts and his desires. Her dress ripped, but she didn't notice, too busy pushing the elastic of Connor's sweatpants' waist down passed his hips.

Lips and hands were urgent, desperate, groans and gasps and little cries escaped their lips until Connor stopped, right...right as he was pressing against her throbbing, crying entrance.

"Connor." Chloe groaned a complaint as she dragged her nails down his back.

He hissed in pleasure and arched closer towards, pressing harder against her entrance and yet not entering her.

The bastard.

"You're mine, Chloe." He whispered, lowering himself downwards onto his elbows so he could look her in the eye. "My half. My mate. Mine."

And then with one thrust he was inside, and all Chloe could do was cry out his name and sink her nails into the flesh of his back as his mouth found hers again and there was no more talking. They moved as one, united and strong and so desperately, agonizingly right. Chloe had never...she'd never felt this...these electric currents that seemed to have taken her over as he moved above her, in her.

Something was changing, something was different...

For the first time everything was right.

Was perfect.

Was as it was meant to be.

"Chloe..." He groaned in her mouth before ripping his lips from hers and biting down on the base of her neck.

Chloe gasped out his name, body going electric with the pleasure the pain brought. His teeth, though blunt and human, pierced through her skin with the force of the bite, leaving a crescent shape mark on her, her blood rushing to the surface and filling his mouth.

Connor didn't let go, teeth still sunk into her neck, tongue lapping at the blood.

Pleasure coiled deep and dangerous in her stomach as she dug her nails deeper into his back, drawing blood.

He groaned into her neck, biting deeper, forcing more blood out as he continued to thrust into her mercilessly.

She didn't even have warning before she screamed out his name and was cumming, tightening around him.

He moaned a near desperate whimper into her skin as his thrusts grew more rapid, more desperate, obviously so agonizingly close.

And Chloe couldn't stand it anymore.

Still in the throes of pleasure she felt her gums tingling and she bit down on his shoulder, fangs piercing his skin, his blood rushing up to her tongue with a surge of power.

And then with an agonized groan he was cumming in her, thrusting deep into her, deeper than she'd ever been penetrated, his life force entering her and taking root, uniting them as one as Connor's thrusts slowed down until stopping.

And yet he didn't pull out when he went still and Chloe pulled her fangs from his skin.

Instead, Connor licked at the wound in her neck before looking deep into her eyes, his dark and pleased and sated, before he kissed her, soft and sweet and tainted with her own blood.

Chloe whimpered as her arms went around his neck, deepening the kiss, groaning in pleasure as she felt him hardening, throbbing deep inside her once more.

And then he was moving again, this time slow and torturous, and she was chanting his name against his lips.

Outside the window, fire rained down.
Comments 
2nd-Jan-2010 09:02 pm (UTC)
omg that was great welcome back to this verse . loved how angel wanted chloe to come home but she would not until connor comes with her . loved them making love but something tells me the baby they will have has something to do with the evil going on outside ? did you put chloe in cody's place like it was on the show ? PPMS(2X)
2nd-Jan-2010 10:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you thank you! Yep, Chloe won't go without Connor, and Angel is finding that hard to understand.
2nd-Jan-2010 11:38 pm (UTC)
Very nice, I just hope Jasmine isn't going to come to fruition. Though Chloe wouldn't stay in a coma and die like Cordelia did. This thus proves Connor is more and more like Angelus than Angel.
3rd-Jan-2010 12:50 am (UTC)
true, even IF jasmine were to appear she wouldn't do the same to chloe as she did to cordy.
3rd-Jan-2010 12:07 am (UTC)
O my god, oh my god!!!

I just fell off my bed when I saw this!!!!

EEEEHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
3rd-Jan-2010 12:52 am (UTC)
*rubs your head*

hopefully it wasn't too far a fall.
12th-Sep-2010 04:56 am (UTC)
Anonymous
Awesome chapter this whole story is VERY QK. I don't watch Angel but I love Chloe, and even though Chlam is my OTP I'm starting to really like the Chlonnor. But PLEASE *gets on knees and begs* don't leave it there. That would be truly evil lol, don't join the Darkside. (They lied, the darkside has no cookies, Darth Vadar ate them all.)
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