Title: Connor - Part One
Series: 3rd in Chlonnor series
Pairing: chlonnor, mentioned chlangelus, some fred/gunn, implied chlark
Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville nor Angel.
Summary:When Connor returns, now grown up, things become even more chaotic in Chloe's life. As if Wolfram and Hart weren't bad enough. NOW she has to deal with an attraction for her sire's son?
Climbing up the walls of the Hyperion and jumping in through one of the upstairs windows, Connor took in a deep breath, troubled. He hated the thoughts, the traitorous feelings he’d sensed when he’d saved that family not half an hour ago and watched as the children embraced their father, words of love being expressed.
He’d watched silently, feeling that twisted sensation in his stomach as he watched a family so unlike any he’d ever seen. While Holtz had treated him like a son he’d never been loving, had never acted towards him the way that father had towards his son and daughter.
It made---it made that hollow that was always inside Connor seem even more prominent, and his desire to see Chloe grow.
So that was why he was here, in the Hyperion once more, following that invisible link that always connected them.
The hotel was unusually silent now that the others were gone, and Connor couldn’t help but feel unease at the thought of Chloe being here alone. Yes, she could fight, yes, she could defend herself adequately—but Connor didn’t want her to find herself in a situation in which she would need to defend herself.
He wanted to protect her.
And he was pissed at how poor a job Angel was doing.
If he does not improve his manner of protection, if she is no longer safe under his roof, I will take her with me. He swore to himself. Where I live is not paradise, but it is sufficient and I will care for her with my life.
Stalking down the hallway, Connor passed Fred and Gunn’s room. Their scent—like those of the other residents of the hotel—was faint from their absence, and yet it was strong enough for him to feel slight nostalgia.
He passed Cordelia’s room and paused, looking at the door of the only other human other than Chloe that he’d grown slightly fond of. Cordelia in her own way had helped him during those three months, and it was thanks to her constant advice that he’d managed to grow close to his desired mate.
Shaking his head, Connor continued on, and reached the stairs, his gaze venturing below to the lobby and smiling when he saw Chloe standing there.
The sound of laughter from the courtyard warned Connor that the occupants of the Hyperion had returned early. He turned and plastered his back against the wall, keeping himself hidden yet managing to peek out and see what was going on below without giving away the fact that he was there.
Chloe turned at the sound of the laughter and a strange emotion crossed her face as Gunn, Angel, Cordelia and Fred entered the lobby, all laughing and in high spirits.
“Chloe!” Cordelia grinned, looking ecstatic to see her friend. “What are you doing awake at this ungodly hour? You didn’t have to wait up on us you ninny!”
Connor nearly smirked at Cordelia but he’d noticed the expression on Chloe’s face, and it was pure terror.
Something was wrong.
Angel must have sensed the same thing because his smile disappeared and he took an uneasy step towards her. “What is it? What happened?”
Chloe took a step away from him, shivering. Emotions that ranged from terror to uncertainty echoed on every feature of her face as she hugged herself as if trying to somehow protect herself from them. “Who are you people?”
Gunn made a face. “What game are you playing Chlo?”
Angel took a couple of steps towards his childe and then stopped when she nearly tripped in her hurry to back away from him, her green eyes wide in terror, her face unnaturally pale. “Chloe?”
“Don’t come near me!” She whimpered, taking another step back when it seemed he would come towards her again.
Angel froze, looking hurt.
Connor didn’t really care how Angel was feeling, he was worried sick about Chloe. What had happened to her?
“Don’t you remember us, Chloe?” Fred whimpered. “It’s us. Fred, Cordy, Gunn---Angel.”
Connor glared at the way the petite woman said the last name, as if Angel was so important to the blonde that it wassacrilege that the vampire wasn’t remembered.
“It’s okay.” Angel spoke softly, as if to a wounded animal. “We’re friends. You know us.”
Chloe was silent, observing them, wary.
“You’re dazed or something.” The vampire whispered, worried. “Something must have happened while we were gone.”
The blonde paused, took in a deep breath, and spoke, confusion tinting her voice. “So we know each other?”
A small, hopeful smile lit the vampire’s face. “Yeah, really well.”
“Ok.” She took in another breath, as if trying to calm herself. “Well, uhm, who am I?”
Angel felt his world fall apart as those words left Chloe’s lips. What had happened while they were in Las Vegas? He’d known that he shouldn’t have left her alone in the Hyperion but he’d gone ahead and done it anyway.
Whatever this was---it was all his fault!
“What do you remember?” Cordelia asked in a wary voice.
Chloe paused, her gaze turning to Cordelia. “I don’t know. Numbers. Animals. Flossing.” She shrugged at the last one.
“But not us,” Fred whispered. “Not Angel.”
Chloe sent an odd look at the woman for that comment and Angel winced. This was not the time to confuse her even more!
“I don’t remember myself, why should I remember this Angel person whoever she is?” She asked, sounding frightened and lost and annoyed. The blonde then sighed, looking down. “I don’t remember me.”
“You’re Chloe Sullivan.” Gunn announced from the back. “You’re our friend. You work here with us.”
“You’re okay, we’re friends.” Angel continued to speak softly, to move slowly as to not seem like a threat. “We’ll help you now that we’re back.”
“You left me?” Chloe asked before seeming to notice something above them at the top of the stairs, her eyes narrowing. “Are there other people here?”
Angel’s gaze followed her to the empty hallway above the staircase and sighed. Whatever had happened to her had her spooked and imagining things.
“Um, not to sound all ‘movie of the week’.” Fred stepped forwards along with Gunn. “But I think you have some kind of amnesia. Maybe you fell or banged your head while we were gone.”
Chloe circled the building as they came towards her so that her back was now to the door they’d come through, her body tense, wary. She still didn’t trust them.
Angel pushed back the feeling of hurt and confusion. Why wasn’t she feeling the waves of trust and tranquility he was sending her through their sire-link?
“Should we take her to a hospital?” Gunn asked, worried.
“Hospital?” Chloe went paler. “I don’t need a hospital!”
“I agree.” Fred responded. “I don’t think seeing a doctor will solve her problems.”
Angel’s eyes went wide as he saw Lorne coming up the steps to the front door behind Chloe. The demon had stayed behind to answer a phone call, and was now hurrying to catch up with everyone else. “Neither will seeing green.” Angel whispered to them and hurriedly raising his voice to catch Chloe’s attention. “You know what might help you remember? Seeing some of your things!” He grabbed Gunn and shoved him towards the door. “Check on her things out in the garden.”
“Checking away!” Gunn nodded, understanding and hurrying passed Chloe, out the Hyperion, and grabbing Lorne.
By the time Chloe’d turned around both of them were out of sight.
“Fred, Cordelia, help me look for her things in the office.” Angel announced, dragging the women to his office and shutting the door with a growl. “That could have been a disaster.”
“I don’t get it.” Cordelia frowned. “Why are we hiding this from her?”
“Yeah, we should tell her.” Fred announced. “We do live in a world of demons and icky things. She is a demon, uhm, we suspect. She’s bound to find out!”
“What do you two want to tell her?” Angel growled as he twirled to face them. “ ‘Hey! I know you’re scared and terrified already, but we want you to know that you’re a soul-infused demon who drinks blood and this guy over here is your sire, Angel, a vampire. He killed you when you were sixteen and kept you as his sex-slave and was so obsessed with you he tried to end the world!’” He growled again. “She’ll think we’re insane and run for the hills.”
“He’s got a point.” Fred sighed, pretending to look for things on Angel’s desk to keep up the pretense.
“While his point might be valid, Chloe deserves to know the truth.” Cordelia fought. “And anyway, I think the most important thing right now is finding out why she lost her memory in the first place.”
Angel paused. “I’d forgotten about that little point.”
“No duh.” Cordelia sneered.
Feeling a gaze on him, Angel looked through the glass wall of his office and noticed Chloe standing by herself in the lobby, looking at them warily.
As a unit both he and Fred smiled and waved at her.
“Great you guys,” Cordelia shook her head in disgust. “Freak the poor girl out more than she already is.”
“Okay.” Chloe whispered to herself as she saw the male and skinnier female smiling widely and forcedly at her while waving simultaneously. “That’s creepy.” Her gaze caught sight of something on the floor, half under the sofa, and she nearly stopped breathing when she saw that it was a dagger of some sort. “So is that.”
“Couldn’t really find anything of yours in the office.” The white male spoke, coming out of the office with the two females following behind.
All of Chloe’s walls were up and she was wary, unknowingly taking a couple of steps backwards and away from them. What sort of weirdoes were these people who claimed they were her friends?
“That’s okay.” She gulped, trying to make her voice sound as normal as possible.
The phone rang.
And no body moved to answer it.
She gulped again.
This was getting creepier every second.
“Shouldn’t someone answer that?” She whispered, now wishing that she’d been alone and not with these creepy-ass people.
“The machine will get it.” The male announced, taking another step towards her. “You really don’t have to be afraid.”
“Easy for you to say.” She whispered, thinking of the dagger. “I don’t know that. Don’t know you. This place…”
“Hey, you’ve reached Angel Investigations!” her voice, cheery and happy, sounded on the answering machine, causing Chloe to freeze in surprise. “We can’t come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name, number and a brief message---.”
“That’s my voice.” Chloe whispered, feeling part of her calm slightly. This was some proof that what these people were saying was true. “Oh my god. I really do work here!”
“Hey, this is Murray. You helped me last month, ‘member?” A male voice spoke, beginning his message. “Listen, you better come down here. That demon broad came back. Looks like she’s gonna try and hatch a blood-sucking little---.”
The male cleared his throat and the skinnier female hurried to the phone, picking it up. “We’re here!” She hurriedly talked to the client on the other line before promising to meet with him and hung up the phone.
Everyone gave Chloe the same creepy-ass grins.
“Did he say ‘demon broad’?” Chloe asked, frowning slightly.
The skinny female by the phone looked about to faint. “Yeah! His, um, wife. It’s—it’s an ugly divorce case thing. You know, private eye stuff.” She gave a nervous laugh.
Chloe wasn’t buying this.
They were all hiding something from her.
“I should get Charles and terminate the situation before it multiplies.” And with that the skinny one ran out.
The other female with the short dyed hair shook her head as if slightly disgusted.
Chloe turned her attention back to the male, narrowing her eyes at the longing in those brown eyes. Okay. That dude was looking at her in a way that was way too personal for her liking.
“So---.” He began.
“I wanna go home!” She gasped before stopping and trying to relax, sounding meeker. “Do you know where I live?”
And that was how Chloe discovered that she---along with the others who worked in Angel Investigations---lived in the Hyperion. She let the female—who introduced herself has Cordelia—and the male—who apparently was this Angel everyone was surprised she’d forgotten and apparently her boss—take her to her bedroom.
The blonde looked around at her room, filled with pictures and books and movies and music. While she didn’t remember anything about herself she knew that this was her room, it just felt like her.
Angel had done most of the speaking, telling her quick summaries of the stories behind each photo, each momento, even a pair of shoes (apparently they’d gone to a ballet—go figure), but Chloe had to admit she was relieved when Cordelia dragged Angel out of the room and gave the blonde time to herself.
She’d gone through some of her things, looked at herself in the mirror, tried out her name a time or two---nothing gave her even an ounce of recognition.
The blonde had even gone through her yearbook (discovering that Cordelia was her friend from high school), but other than that little revelation the whole thing was more confusing than revealing since notes left by her classmates spoke about the school burning down (as if it were no big deal), something about a ‘giant snake’ and yet another thanked her for the ‘flaming arrows’.
Giant snake? Flaming arrows?
Her life made no sense whatsoever!
She’d then gone through some picture albums, going through the pictures there before pausing when she saw a picture of Angel, Cordelia, herself and---a baby.
Chloe’s eyes widened as something called to her. “Whose baby is that? Is it theirs?”
Confused as to the longing she got from just looking at the picture, Chloe put everything down and left the room. She didn’t know where she was going but she needed to walk. Maybe just going through the many hallways of this large hotel would jog her memory.
She didn’t know where she went, but suddenly the sound of a man singing horribly caught her attention. The blonde, unable to imagine Angel or the handsome dark man Charles singing, followed the sound curiously.
One of the doors was slightly open.
“Okay, okay, enough jughead.” A voice she didn’t recognize announced. “You have an addiction. You know it, I know it. Now if you don’t stop snacking on you-know-whats then you’re going to end up on the wrong end of the---.”
The voice paused and the sound of sniffing and footsteps came towards the door.
Chloe hurried and turned the corner before the person could come out.
The blonde paused as she smelt something metallic below and hurried down the stairs to the still lit but abandoned lobby. “Hello?” She made a face and sniffed again, wondering what that scent was. She followed it to behind the counter and paused when she saw a drop of something red on the surface.
She didn’t know how she knew it was blood, or what it was doing there, but it was blood.
The door swung open and on instinct she ducked behind the counter, heart beating rapidly as she heard the female Fred and the male Charles coming inside, both seemingly in a bad mood.
“I hate those nasty little babies!” Charles announced, sounding disgusting.
“Tell me about it.” Fred agreed. “I couldn’t squish-squash fast enough!”
Chloe’s eyes widened in horror.
“I know we get paid to do it, but that’s the kind of mayhem I would do for free.” The last word was accented by Charles dropping a large axe weapon on the counter above the hiding blonde’s head.
Chloe’s eyes widened and she looked up at the blood-covered, sharp weapon. The blood was slightly magentaish, but her nose told her it was blood nonetheless.
Her heart was beating faster and faster.
“I’m gonna be washing their teeny brains out of my hair for a week.” Fred complained.
Chloe pressed a hand to her mouth to quiet her cry.
“Hang on, you got something in your hair.” Charles announced.
“What is it?” Fred asked.
“You don’t even wanna know, just hold still.” He responded.
“Charles, we should go upstairs.” Fred lowered her voice. “Chloe doesn’t need to know that we do this kind of exterminating.”
Oh god. They’re the mafia! Or terrorists! Or contract killers! Ruthless assassins that squish babies!
“When do you think Fang Boy is gonna come clean with her, huh?” Charles asked. “Spill the really-real?”
“I’m sure the time will present---.”
A splat of blood fell from the axe onto Chloe, causing her to cry out as she jumped out from under the counter, looking at blood-splattered Charles and Fred in horror.
She was gonna die.
She didn’t remember exactly what’d happened after that except that she’d run into a wardrobe and tons of weapons had fallen out, then Angel had appeared, grabbed her, and somehow she’d gotten out of his hold and had run out of the Hyperion as fast as she could go, the others chasing after her.
And that’s not where the weird stuff had ended, uh no.
As soon as she’d gotten outside these ninjas had jumped out at her from the shadows in vast numbers and what was even more surprising? She’d kicked their asses.
The blonde had fought subconsciously, shocked as she’d felt her body shift and move and kick and punch (Angel and the others fighting alongside her) until the enemy were defeated and had run away.
With the knowledge that she could kick ass Chloe had stopped running and confronted them about the mass murdering of children, of the weapons, of the blood, and heavens forbid---of the godawful singing she’d heard moments before.
Angel had sighed and told her that they’d been keeping things from her as to not get her worked up while she was in this state, but that they’d done it because they’d thought it was the best thing for her.
And looking in those soulful brown eyes Chloe believed him.
She’d allowed Angel to take her back inside, back to her bedroom, and they’d talked. But, of course, he’d apparently left out a very important fact because when she’d asked him about the numerous crucifixes she’d had in the room and even put one on him it’d sizzled and she’d screamed at the smell of burning flesh and---and when Angel’s face shifted into a deformity with fangs.
The blonde had rushed out of the room, down the stairs, and had collided with something green, with horns.
There’d been more screaming (from both her and the green, horned guy) and then Angel, Fred, Charles and Cordelia were there…admitting to yet another secret.
Chloe had gone to Angel’s room with them and listened as they told her everything.
“So I’m a human with a demon that’s fused and become one with my soul, so no one is sure what I am, and I’m your childe because your soulless alterego killed me when his insane childe told him to.” Chloe tried to let it all fall into place. “We live in a world with demons and monsters and evil law firms and it’s our job to fight them.”
“That—that about covers everything.” He paused. “I think there’s a way to sort this out. Pick a song.”
Chloe looked up from where she’d been pacing. “Huh?”
“It’s so Lorne can read you.” Fred announced, pointing towards the green demon who was drinking a Seabreeze.
“You sing, and he reads your future.” Cordelia explained.
“Hopefully he’ll be able to explain what’s happening and how to get your memory back.” Gunn finished.
“Any song?” Chloe asked, feeling awkward at the thought of singing in front of them.
“Sure.” Angel nodded encouragingly. “Try it.”
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe didn’t know why this song came to her mind, but she sang it anyway.
You’re in my arms
And all the world is calm
The music playing on for only two
So close together
And when I’m with you
So close to feeling alive
Lorne’s face twitched slightly, his eyes intense and on her face.
Chloe ignored him, continued singing, not knowing why those words made her feel so peaceful.
A life goes by
Romantic dreams will stop
So I bid mine goodbye and never knew
So close was waiting, waiting here with you
And now forever I know
All that I wanted to hold you
Lorne suddenly jumped up. “Great! Enough! Stop!”
Chloe did as told, eyes wide as Lorne made some halfhearted excuses and ran out of the room, Angel hurrying after him.
Obviously whatever the demon had seen had scared him.
And that, in turn, scared Chloe.
“I’m going for a walk.” She turned when the others got up as if to follow her. “And I will kick your asses if any of you even think of following me.”
Gunn opened his mouth to say something but she slammed the door behind her on her way out and took off in no specific direction. She needed time alone, needed to think, needed to evaluate.
Lorne the future-telling-demon had seen something bad in her future, so bad he’d run away.
She wasn’t safe.
And not only that, why had she lost her memory? Did it have to do anything with what Lorne had seen? With the empty feeling inside? That feeling that something was missing?
Something clattered behind her.
Chloe paused and turned slightly, frowning, seeing no one there.
Taking in a deep breath she resumed her walking until she heard a floorboard creaking behind her.
Angered and frightened, Chloe turned, eyeing the empty hallway behind her.
“Look, I told you guys I’d kick your assess if you---.”
And suddenly someone pale stepped out from the shadows, someone she didn’t recognize. “You smell good.”
It’s the voice---the guy who was singing earlier for Lorne.
And suddenly his mouth opened unnaturally, his lips curling back like mandibles to show the millions of small fangs hidden in his mouth as a hungry hiss escaped him.
Chloe’s mouth widened in an inaudible scream.
As the creature jumped at her she round-kicked it and began running away before it even hit the wall. In seconds it seemed to have gotten up and was after her, Chloe turning the corner and rounding the corner and hurrying down the stairs.
She was so scared she couldn’t even scream.
The creature, right behind her, jumped over the railing on the floor above and landed right in front of her as she cleared the last step of the stairs.
The blonde came to a halt, knowing she was trapped. “What do you want?”
The creature’s lips twitched and drool slid down its mandibles. “A snack.”
Out of nowhere someone jumped over the railing from above and landed on the creature from behind, causing them both to fall to the ground. The figure, the young male she caught a glimpse of before, got up and threw the creature viciously against the receptionist’s counter before pulling out a dagger from his pant’s waistband and flung it at the creature, piercing its forehead and killing it immediately.
He then turned to Chloe, his blue gaze searing her, filling her with a feeling of safety that she hadn’t felt since waking up. “You’re not safe here.”
“I know.” Chloe panted, feeling dizzy from fear as she looked back at the creature and then at her savior. He was young, around her age, but his eyes shone with wisdom beyond his years, and a visible yearning to protect her. “Please, take me away from here.”
Surprise was prominent in those blue eyes. “You—you don’t remember. You can’t make this choice to leave Angel if you don’t remember. When you leave with me it should be with your memories intact, not like this.”
“Please.” She whispered, desperate to get out of there. She’d be safe with him, somehow she knew it. She wanted to go with him, needed to go with him. “Take me with you. Please don’t leave me here.”
A moment passed in silence, a battle visible in his eyes, before Connor offered her his hand.
Chloe looked at it for a second before putting hers in his, that feeling of wrongness, that hollow sensation gone, being filled with warmth.
This was right.
Green eyes raised and met blue ones before she smiled. “Let’s go.”
Looking at her, face serious, the young man nodded before turning and pulling her after him as they ran out of the front door of the Hyperion.
“Wow.” Chloe whispered in awe at the large, stuffed and mounted polar bear adorning the inside of the warehouse. They’d entered the nondescript place and gone up the rickety lift, and the first thing she’d seen when she’d gotten out was the huge stuffed bear.
“I love that one.” Her rescuer announced from where he stood next to her, admiring it. “I wish I’d killed it.”
She snorted in amusement and turned her head to gaze at him. “You’re an odd one, aren’t you?”
The young man gave her a weird look at that before turning and leading her through an aisle of stacked merchandise that’d never been bought and were ultimately abandoned—much like this building.
“So, what were you doing at the hotel?” She asked, following close behind him as to not get lost. “You obviously don’t live there since they didn’t know you were there.”
“I came to see that you were safe.” He announced, turning the corner and motioning to a rickety ladder that led up to a higher, smaller section of the warehouse accessible only through said ladder. “They were gone on a vacation and had left you alone. I didn’t like that. You were unprotected.”
Chloe smiled slightly at the protectiveness in his voice, knowing she’d made the right choice in coming with him. “So we know each other well enough to be protective. We’re friends.”
She wondered at the ambiguity of the answer. “What about the others? Are you friends with them as well?”
He didn’t answer her question. “This way.” He began to climb the ladder.
Chloe paused, looking up at him as he ascended. “If we’re going to be climbing ladders together, maybe, I don’t know, you can throw a name at me?”
He paused and looked down at her for a second. “Connor.”
Connor. Climbing up after him, she accepted the hand he offered her at the top to help her completely up, and the blonde followed him to the door blocking their pathway, waiting for him to open the heavy thing, entering inside the larger room that had a bed on the floor with sheets and other things that made the room look like a disorderly bachelor’s pad.
Connor flipped the switch and turned on the light.
“Is this where you live?” Chloe asked, watching in slight amusement as he began to pick up after himself as if embarrassed for her to see the mess.
He nodded, continuing with the rapid cleaning.
“How do we know each other, Connor?”
He paused from where he’d been putting some things in a large black plastic garbage bag. “I’m Angel’s son. When I was young I was kidnapped by his enemy and raised in a Hell Dimension. For me it was years, for you all it was only days.” He stood straight, looking at her evenly although there was nervousness in his eyes. “I found a way to come back to kill Angel, but I couldn’t. He was too strong, and I’d met you. You—you were nice.”
Chloe blinked, surprised.
“I stayed with Angel, but Holtz had come through as well and he killed himself making me think that Angel had done so. I swore to avenge my foster father’s death and I sunk Angel to the bottom of the ocean to punish him. He was under the ocean for three months. No one knew what I’d done, not even you. I lived in the hotel for those three months until a couple of weeks ago when Angel was found again and I was thrown out.”
The blonde collapsed on the bed, pulling the pillow to her chest as she looked up at him. “Why are you telling me all this? I don’t remember—you could have---.”
“No.” He shook his head vehemently. “I lied to you before and I swore I’d never do it again. You—you might reconsider staying here now that I told you everything, but I needed you to know the truth.”
Chloe was silent for a second before letting go of the pillow and standing, slowly making her way to Connor. “Thank you.” From the surprise in his eyes she knew that her response had shocked him. “You’re the first one who’s told me the truth straight out, who’s trusted me to be smart enough—strong enough, to handle it.” She reached out with her hand grasped his. “Thank you.”
A small smile touched his lips.
Her heart began to beat faster.
For the first time since waking up with no memory, Chloe felt safe.
Sitting at the window, Connor fiddled with the metal cord while sending discreet glances at Chloe, who was sleeping on the mattress on the floor. He couldn’t believe that so much had happened in one night. She’d lost her memory, had nearly been killed, and had asked him to take her away with him.
Shaking his head he finished making the loop with the cord and got up walking towards the door, which was the only entrance to his room.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” Chloe’s voice was soft and scared.
A smile touched his lips as he looked back at her, reaching the door. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“You were leaving?”
He chuckled and shook his head, securing the cord around the handle of the door so it couldn’t be opened from the outside. “I was locking the door. You’re safe.”
“I know.” Chloe whispered, pushing herself up into a sitting position and turning to look at him. “But I’m still so scared. All night I’ve been trying to remember anything at all, but I can’t remember the littlest, stupidest thing about me. Anything would be okay.”
Connor made his way to the bed and hesitated a second before sitting down on it, relieved when she didn’t look uncomfortable at his proximity.
“Everyone all around me are strangers—I am a stranger.” Her voice cracked slightly from emotion.
Connor’s heart hurt to see her like that, eyes red, head bent in defeat, and he spoke before even realizing. “You are very smart, you’re always laughing and happy—always trying to make everyone smile even when you’re so sad inside.”
Chloe looked up at him through her bangs, listening.
“You don’t like shopping very much unless its for a book, can’t cook without setting something on fire, and you hate music called polka.”
A feeble giggle escaped her lips.
Encouraged by this, Connor continued. “You always wanted a dog but never had one, and you said my blood is the best thing you ever tasted.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. “I fed from you? But—but Angel said that I could only feed from him!”
Connor snorted. “You can feed from anyone who has his blood through their veins. It’s the only good thing that ever came from being his son.” He pulled at the neck of his shirt and showed her the faint scar on his throat.
“I’m so sorry.” She whispered, looking horrified, hands to her mouth to try and hush the gasp. “I hurt you! I--.”
“Chloe, I offer myself to you freely.” Connor chuckled softly. “And it is not an unpleasant experience for me.”
And for some reason she blushed, her gaze ducked. “Thank you, Connor, for everything. I don’t know what to do or who to trust anymore---except you.” She raised earnest green eyes towards his. “I don’t know why—but I trust you.”
He smiled softly at her. “Sleep. You have suffered a difficult night.”
Chloe paused for a moment and then nodded, lying back down, closing her eyes.
Taking in the view of her in his bed, Connor got up and marched back to the window, sitting on the ledge, watching her with that small smile still curving his lips.
He then paused, frowning, remembering those operative from Wolfram and Hart attacking Chloe this evening. They’d been sent for a reason---who said that they wouldn’t track her down here and attack?
Looks like I’m going to have to put up some traps---just in case.
Chloe woke up to warmth, and felt herself blushing as she realized that Connor was sleeping next to her, arm around her waist possessively, drawing her towards him even in his sleep.
The blonde turned her head to get a better look at him.
What had he meant when he’d said that?
He didn’t act as if sleeping with her was odd, he looked quite comfortable in this position.
What exactly had their relationship been?
Suddenly Connor’s eyes flew open and his hand covered her mouth to muffle her gasp of surprise. He was silent, listening, before he whispered. “Someone’s here.”
Eyes wide, Chloe looked to where he pointed and noticed at the now unlocked door creaked open and a man in black tiptoed in. In the dark he didn’t see the trip wire and cried out as the cord wrapped around his ankle and pulled him violently up into the air.
In a second Connor was up, grabbing a weapon from his small but growing weapons pile and throwing her a sword like his. “Do you remember how to fight?”
She looked at the sword in her hand. “With a weapon? Not sure.”
“They’re coming for you.” Connor reached down and pulled her to her feet. “I’ve set traps but you’ll have to fight. I don’t know how many they are.”
The next thing she knew it was chaos as the operatives stormed into the room in throngs. She felt her instincts kick in as she and Connor fought back. The blonde was surprised once more and how accurate her blows were, how easy, how natural it was for her to cut with the sword and roundhouse kick.
Still, despite their fighting prowess and the many traps Connor had set, the numbers of the men sent for her were many, and during one part of the fight she lost her sword and would have been in serious trouble if the door hadn’t been kicked open and Angel and his crew threw themselves into the fray.
Soon the operatives were beaten and rushed out of the warehouse, and Chloe looked up in surprise as Angel was in front of her in seconds, his hands on her arms, worry in his eyes. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”
“No---I’m fine.” She blinked. “How did you know I was here?”
“Wesley---a friend of yours---came to the Hyperion and told us.” Gunn announced.
“He always seems to be a step ahead of all of us.” Fred lamented.
“Well, we should be thankful.” Cordelia replied, looking around the bedroom before her gaze rested on Connor and she smiled. “Hey Connor! How have you been doing?”
“Fine.” He spoke, standing apart from them, face stony and serious. “I didn’t expect so many.”
He was obviously talking about the men from Wolfram and Hart.
“Well you tried.” Angel announced, turning to his son. “I appreciate that.” He looked around the room. “I really like what you’ve done with the, uh---nice.” He turned to Chloe, beginning to usher her out. “We should probably get you back home.”
“Actually,” Chloe stepped out from in front of him and made her way to Connor, standing by his side. “I’d like to stay here, with Connor.”
Fred and Gunn shared surprised glances.
Cordelia tilted her head and watched them.
A small, surprised smile touched Connor’s lips as she reached his side.
Angel froze, his back towards them, before turning to look at Chloe. “I don’t think that’s the best idea. Connor’s a great fighter—I helped train him---but you need more than just muscle right now.”
“You’re right.” Chloe nodded. “I need someone who won’t lie to me like you all did.” She paused, sighing. “I know you were trying to help, but the truth is the only way to do that, and that is what Connor has given me.”
There was a pregnant silence and Chloe hated herself when she saw the hurt look on Angel’s face, but she knew that this is what she needed to do, she needed to be here right now. She was just sorry that she’d had to hurt Angel in the process. From what she’d been told he was her sire, he’d taken care of her for years, and it must hurt for her to choose someone else’s protection over his own.
But it was what she needed to do.
Silently everyone turned to leave. Angel hesitated at the door and sent a look at Connor. “Keep her safe.”
His son nodded silently.
And then they were all gone.
Chloe let out the breath she hadn’t known she was holding when Connor went to the door and locked it once more, this time for good now that they knew the danger had passed---at least for tonight.
“Let’s go to bed.” She whispered, surprised at how easy it was for her to say that.
Connor locked the door, turned to her and nodded. “You’re safe here, Chloe. I will protect you.”
She smiled softly and headed back to the bed. “I know.”
In Chloe’s bedroom in the Hyperion, Angel sat in the darkness, looking at the empty bed, lost in thought.
Wolfram and Hart had used the attack on Chloe as a diversion to get to Lorne while the others were out---to know what he’d seen when he’d read Chloe. They’d used another demon to extract the memory from his brain and then they’d left Lorne unconscious and tied to a chair.
If Wolfram and Hart had gone to all that trouble to get that information it meant that they didn’t know what was going on either---which in turn meant that they weren’t the ones responsible for Chloe’s memory loss.
He closed his eyes tightly, feeling useless, impotent.
Why had he gone and left her?
He didn’t blame her for choosing Connor over him! His son had done a better job of taking care of her than he had!
But still---but still it hurt---it hurt so badly that she’d preferred to stay with Connor in that run-down warehouse than to return home with him.
Angel had never realized how much he’d grown to need Chloe, how used to her he was, how big a part of his life she was, until she was no longer there.
He closed his eyes tighter.
Chloe…please…come home to me.