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?
"Ah, give it to me, sweetness. Right there." Lorne moaned in slight pain as he reclined in bed, band-aid covering the hole in his head.
Angel set a food tray down on the bed and let go once the demon had grabbed onto it, giving the green man a concerned smile. "Here you go. How's your head?"
"Smashing.” Lorne replied cynically before pausing. “Listen. I know I've been a wee bit jumpy the last couple of days, but - did I hear a scream?"
"Oh, it's just Fred.” Angel smiled, remembering how the young woman had had her very complicated sounding article published in an important science magazine. She’d been squealing ever since the issue with her piece had come out earlier this morning. “I think it's a Texas thing."
Lorne nodded, ate a little of the soup, then set the tray aside. "Well, it's all too much Sturm and Drang for my appetite. Chloe shacking up with your hell-spawn - no offence - and the hole between my horns."
Angel cleared his throat, looking down as innocently as he could at his shoes. "And you're probably a little on edge because of the whole 'slouching towards Bethlehem' thing."
Lorne raised an eyebrow. "No."
Angel’s head jerked up, his gaze hopeful. "No? That's good, because..."
Lorne sighed, shaking his head. "Sorry. I jumped ahead. That 'no' was the one that comes after you asking me to read Chloe again."
Angel blinked in surprise and then half-pouted at having been found out. Honestly, he’d been so sure he was being sneaky about the whole thing. "I wasn't - going to ask you that immediately. I was gonna build up to it subtly."
Lorne laughed, as if the thought of Angel being subtle was comical. "I appreciate that, sugar pie, really, but - the answer is no. I'm not a champion. I'm just a regular, old Karaoke-singing empath demon."
Angel ignored the jab at his subtleness and tried to push the issue. If they knew what’d happened to Chloe they’d be able to right the wrong, get her memory back, and she’d be back home where she belonged. "You saw something. If we knew what it was..."
Lorne looked tired. "Wolfram and Hart would come after me again. And maybe they wouldn't stop with a little gray matter."
Angel suddenly frowned, hearing something weird coming not to far from here. "I'm listening."
Lorne continued on. "Hey, death just doesn't look good on me. I wish I could tell you what was coming and when, but..."
Angel went to stand by the open door to the hall. What was that sound? Was there someone in the Hyperion? It sounded as if---as if it was coming from Chloe’s room?
Lorne paused. "When you say 'listening' you don't mean to me. You heard something, didn't you?"
Angel continued to hear the shuffling sounds, frown growing. "It's probably just Cordy."
Lorne fumbled a small ax out from under the blanket covering him.
Angel walked out into the hall.
Lorne’s voice echoed after him: "I got your back."
Shaking his head with a slightly amused expression at the fact that the demon who ‘had his back’ had just locked the door behind him and was probably hiding back in bed. The vampire stalked down the halls, tracking the sound of someone moving around until he stood in front of Chloe’s room.
Opening the door slowly, Angel saw through the darkness of the abandoned room someone rummaging through Chloe’s things. Anger filled him at the thought that someone was trying to steal the little that Chloe had, and in a fit of fury he lunged and threw the person up against the wall.
It was at that exact moment that he suddenly realized whom he had pinned to the wall, snarling at. “Connor?” In seconds he’d let go of his son, feeling ashamed for not having realized who it was sooner. “Sorry about that.”
Connor pulled his shirt straight, face a sneer. "I'm used to it." Walking around Angel, the young man ignored his father and picked up a cardboard box he’d obviously brought with him and set it on a table.
Angel watched his son, wincing at how things had gone down between them so far. "The front door is always open, Connor. You don't have to sneak in."
Connor began putting things into the box, not looking up from his task. "Chloe wanted some of her stuff."
Something tightened inside of Angel’s chest at the mention of his childe and best friend. "How - is she doing? Chloe. Anything coming back to her?"
Connor went to the closet and grabbed some of Chloe’s clothes and shoes, taking them out and folding them neatly, placing them into the box, filling it up completely with all of her clothes. "Nothing about you."
The vampire flinched, before suddenly realizing something as Connor grabbed another box and began filling it with other things Chloe would want or need, like her laptop. "Is she alone right now? Because..."
Whirling around to glare at him, Connor’s glare was darker than usual. "She's safe! I can take care of Chloe. I’ve been doing it for months now.” Turning his back on Angel once more, Connor haphazardly threw in a couple of other stuff and filled in that box as well. Stacking one box over the other, he picked them both up as if they weighed nothing and turned to leave, eyes narrowed on Angel, who was standing in his way. “Can you get out of the way? Chloe really wants these things as soon as possible.”
"Sure. Sorry." Angel stepped out of the way.
Connor moved past Angel, carrying the boxes.
Frozen in place, watching Connor walk away, Angel felt lost. Connor shouldn’t be taking Chloe’s things with him, that, that made it seem as if she was going to stay there for long---and she wasn’t! She was going to regain her memory and move back right away!
The vampire’s gaze fell on the slippers by the doorway. They were pink and fuzzy, not something Chloe would usually own, but they’d been a birthday gift from Wesley (and they were incredible comfortable and warm---or so she said) so the blonde treasured them greatly. "Wait! You should take her fuzzy slippers.” He picked them up and hurried to Connor, placing them in the top box. “Her feet get cold."
"I know.” Connor announced flatly, continuing to walk, leaving Angel behind. “She’s always stealing the covers."
The west wall of the room had been horribly bare. It’d been bothering Chloe ever since she entered the room, but now it was filled with different pictures pinned to it, making a collage of friendship that made her smile and feel more like home in the warehouse.
There was a picture of Fred and Gunn dressed up for a ballet, a picture of Cordy and Wes mock-fighting over a plate with a slice of birthday cake (Chloe couldn’t help but wonder whose birthday it had been), and one of Lorne trying to cover his ears as Cordelia sang while dusting off some furniture.
There were some pictures of someone called Clark Kent (she only knew this because the name was scribbled behind the picture), and pictures of her when she was younger and with a group of people she didn’t recognize, but whom Connor had told her were friends from a place called Sunnydale.
Most of the pictures were of Chloe and Connor though. Some were pictures they’d posed for, grinning brightly into the camera, but most were pictures that’d been taken of them while they weren’t paying attention. In those pictures Chloe and Connor were always talking, laughing, looking at each other---so happy.
Her heart raced as she looked at a picture of her leaning against Connor, eyes closed, lips parted slightly, obviously sleeping peacefully. That part of the picture was embarrassing, but it was the expression on Connor’s face that had her fixated. The young man was leaning his cheek against the crown of her head, his gaze downward, his lips curled in a small, tenderly satisfied expression.
Pinning that picture up last, Chloe stepped back and examined the wall, admiring the transformation.
Her gaze returned once more to the picture of her sleeping with her head on Connor’s shoulder.
What sort of relationship did you and I have?!?!
Connor’s voice echoed in her mind. ‘We are---close.’
What does that mean?
Sighing, she walked over to the bed and looked through the two boxes Connor had brought over from the Hyperion around half an hour ago. She frowned, searching, searching, yet not finding what she was sure should be there.
“Yeah?” His voice asked from the bathroom.
“How come there aren’t any pictures with Angel?” She made a face as she gave up searching the boxes for what obviously wasn’t there.
Connor walked into the room, hair wet, pulling on a shirt. He paused for a second before replying, looking for his shoes. “Ah---I didn’t see any.”
She wondered about the hesitation, then shrugged it off as his mind being elsewhere. “That’s okay, you got everything else I asked you for.” Smiling, she pulled a piece of sheer fabric out of the box and used it to cover a round table in the room. The table itself was nice, but it had scratch marks as well as some stains in the wood, so the fabric hid the defects and enhanced the beauty of the antique.
The blonde stood back to once more admire her work. “Just you wait and see, I’m going to make this warehouse as comfy and homey as a—well, a home.”
She didn’t notice Connor watching her with a soft smile on his face as he laced up his shoes.
Looking around, the blonde sighed.
Connor frowned slightly. “What?”
“Nothing.” Chloe made a face, shrugging. “Except…” She sat down on the bed, still not daring to look at him. “I don’t know.” How could she explain this to her host if she couldn’t properly understand it either? “I’m really enjoying this—the decorating and all that—but I feel this itch inside of me. My hands---its like they want to do something, to hold something, but I’m not exactly sure what.”
Connor was silent for a moment before looking around. Seeing an ax lying on a dresser he picked it up and handed it to the blonde. “How does that feel?”
“Heavy?” Chloe asked, not exactly knowing what the proper answer to that question should be.
Connor smirked, looking amuse. “Well, that shouldn’t surprise me. You’re used to fighting with your sais, and they’re much lighter than this is.”
“I have sais?” Chloe asked, eyes wide, surprised and exited.
A grin tilted those lips. “Yes. I forgot to bring them though, so we’ll just have to break into the Hyperion on our way there and get them for you.”
“On our way where?” Chloe rubbed her hands together in anticipation.
“On our way to patrol.” Connor announced easily. “The symptoms you describe? I feel the same way when I go for a while without hunting. We’re predators, Chloe. We hunt those who hunt in the night and prey on the innocent, you mightn’t remember that but your body does.”
The blonde listened, sensing the anticipation in her at the thought of patrolling and realizing that he was right. She wanted to do this. “When do we leave?”
His smile grew wider.
They’d managed to sneak into the Hyperion, get Chloe’s sword and sais (along with a couple of stakes), and escape without anyone detecting their presence in the hotel. Of course, that was due to the fact that no one was in the Hyperion—obviously all were out doing something or the other.
It’s better this way. Connor thought as Chloe and he began their patrol. They would have tried to convince her to stay with them again if they’d been there.
His thoughts were interrupted as they came upon a small, manageable group of vampires stalking a young, oblivious couple, and jumped the predators.
At first Connor had been worried, keeping an extra eye on Chloe, but as soon as she’d thrown herself into the fray the blonde had seemed to come alive, her instincts working overtime as she slashed and staked the vamps all around her.
The brunette smiled and paid more attention to the vampires attacking him, reveling in the hunt. He’d missed patrolling with her. It was always different, more exhilarating when Chloe was hunting by his side.
Staking the last vampire, Connor wasn’t prepared for Chloe to squeal and jump on him, arms around his neck.
“We did it!” She laughed, exited, cheeks flushed and eyes shining.
Connor grinned, loving the feel of her against him. He dropped his weapons to the ground and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground and twirling her in the air from pure happiness at having her by his side again.
How had he managed to survive these last weeks without his woman?
Throwing her head back, Chloe laughed as he continued to twirl her until they were both dizzy, and only when he thought he might trip did he stop and slowly lower her down his body---suddenly the atmosphere changing as the laughter died in their throats and Chloe’s breathing deepened, her surprised, slightly glazed green orbs trained on his face.
Connor’s breaths were erratic, his blue eyes traveling all over her flushed face hungrily, need building in his stomach fiercely. His urgent and animalistic urges when it came to Chloe usually terrified him with their unfamiliarity, and yet this time instead of pulling away in fear and disconcertion Connor gave into the feelings and closed his eyes, bringing his face down to Chloe’s and hesitating only a second before pressing his lips to hers.
A gasp escaped her lips before Chloe’s hold on his neck tightened and she arched in his hold, kissing him back with as much hunger and desire as he was her.
Something howled inside of Connor as he backed the blonde against the wall of the dark alley, eating the whimper she let out and burying his hands in her hair possessively as he slanted the kiss and took it deeper, his tongue raking the inside of her mouth, claiming every inch of it as his and only his.
Chloe’s hands loosened from around his neck and trailed down his chest before pushing up under it, her palms skimming warm, toned abs and causing Connor to groan into the kiss as his body seemed to ignite into an inferno at the touch of her skin against his.
“Connor…” Chloe whispered, curling her fingers and grazing her fingernails against his skin.
Connor’s kiss grew more frantic at the sensation and he tried to keep back the throaty groan stuck somewhere inside of his throat.
While his mind didn’t know exactly what to do from hereon his body sure seemed to as he pressed his lower body into Chloe’s, both groaning at the sensation.
His body jerked in surprise and need when Chloe trailed her hands down his abdomen and reached the button of his pants, beginning to undo it and then slowly lowering his zipper.
A scream for help echoed throughout the night, causing them to break apart.
Connor growled, head lowered, body tense, aching.
Chloe was still with her back pressed against the wall, eyes wide, face flushed. “I—I--.” She looked down. “We should go check that scream out.”
Connor cursed in Quor’tothian and did up his zipper and button, storming towards the sounds of screaming.
Whoever had dared interrupt them was going to be sorry it’d ever existed!
Back at the warehouse, Chloe bathed and sat down on the bed, glad that Connor was busy bathing and getting rid of the dirty they’d accumulated while patrolling. She needed some time to herself, to think.
The memory of what’d happened between them kept playing on a loop in her mind over and over and over again, confusing her more and more every time it started over again.
She wanted him.
She wanted him so badly.
But she couldn’t remember him, not really, nor their relationship. Had this been a first or a regular occurrence for them?
She needed to know this before she could do anything else and she needed to ask someone about it, someone who wasn’t a part of this whole mess.
Turning to the wall, Chloe looked at the one person she felt she could talk to this about. It was the one person in each and every picture with her and Connor in it who was watching them and smiling to herself.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe headed towards the door, about to leave when it was opened and Connor strode in from where he’d taken his bath in the bathroom downstairs.
The brunette paused when he saw her, still rubbing a towel against his hair. “What were you going to do?”
Her heart nearly stopped as she saw him standing so close in front of her, chest bare, wearing a pair of loose sweatpants that hung low on narrow hips.
Mustn’t. Jump. Him. Again.
Clenching her fists tightly, Chloe cleared her throat. “I’m going to the Hyperion.”
Connor’s face went emotionless. “What?”
“I---I need some space after what happened while we were patrolling.” Chloe replied truthfully. “I need to talk to--.”
“You’re going back to him, aren’t you?”
Her eyes widened. “No! I—I’m not---!”
“Then why are you going back there?” He asked, eyes narrowing, showing his first sign of emotion.
“Because I can’t be alone with you right now!” Chloe snapped, before her eyes widened at the hurt in his face. “Connor, I---.”
Connor hadn’t let her finish though, he’d pushed passed her, grabbed a shirt and an ax, and then stormed out, leaving her alone.
“Great going, Sullivan. Hurt the feelings of the guy you’re almost sure you were in love with before you went and lost your memory.” Chloe hissed to herself before sighing and going out as well, destination, the Hyperion.