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Connor 9/? 
18th-Jan-2009 01:22 am

Title: Connor - Part One
Series: 3rd in Chlonnor series
Pairing: chlonnor, mentioned chlangelus, some fred/gunn, implied chlark
Fandoms: Smallville/Angel
Rating: T-M
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?

The next two weeks were blurry for Chloe. It took three days of constant feeding for Angel to get back to normal and for them to be able to get out of the bed—but he still needed to be constantly fed. By then Chloe had been faint and weak from fatigue but kept it hidden from the rest of her family. Angel had offered to feed her but she’d shaken her head and lied, saying that she was fine.

Angel was only recently well now, she was not going to feed from him.

And, for some reason, just the thought of feeding from Angel made her feel slightly ill. She didn’t understand it. Before just the thought of Angel’s blood made her all warm and tingly, and yet now, when she closed her eyes, it was Connor’s skin she could smell, Connor’s skin her fangs pierced, Connor’s blood that ran down her throat like an elixir.

What wrong with me?

Sighing, Chloe sat down on the sofa in the lobby of the Hyperion, looking at her cellular blankly. She hadn’t been sleeping well, feeling sick, worried, wondering how Connor was doing.

Angel had followed Connor’s scent the first night he was strong and sane enough to leave the Hyperion, and it was because of his spying (Connor had no idea that he’d been followed) that Chloe knew the young man was staying at a homeless shelter.

The thought hurt Chloe.

He must feel so alone.

Shaking her head to try and dispel the thoughts of Connor, Chloe took in a deep breath and ignored Gunn and Angel’s talk about the electric-charged woman they’d come against last night named Gwen. Gunn thought she was hot, Angel thought she was annoying, and Fred, well, Fred seemed a little jealous.

The only opinion Cordelia had on the matter was that the girl didn’t look good in her red-leather cat-woman suit.

Chloe didn’t notice when they asked her what her opinion about the woman had been, she just continued to look down at her cellular and fight the dizziness. Her throat felt parched, her stomach clenched, her body begging her for a good long feed, warning her how low on blood she was.

Those green eyes raised to Angel and didn’t even notice he was looking back at her. She was that distracted as she tried to summon the desire to sink her fangs into his neck.

She couldn’t.

The blonde sighed and lowered her gaze once more.


Shaking her head, Chloe looked up, blinking as she noticed Angel’s (and everyone else’s) gaze on her. “Oh, sorry. Where you talking to me?”

“You’re missing Connor, aren’t you?” Cordelia asked, brown eyes warm and understanding.

Fred pouted and looked down, Gunn was silent.

Chloe’s eyes widened. “I—uh--.”

“It’s okay, Chloe, he might have done something wrong to Angel but he was great with us, it’s understandable to miss him, especially you.” Cordelia turned to Angel, who was listening with curiosity. “Connor took over taking care of Chloe after he, you know.” She took in a deep breath, looking nostalgic. “He really began opening up with us, but I think he felt like Chloe was his family, you know? Probably because in a sense she is, being your childe and all. They became very close friends while you were gone, Connor even fed Chloe.”

Angel’s eyes widened and he turned to Chloe. “You fed from Connor?”

Chloe felt trapped, sensing the surprise mixed with disapproval in his voice. “I—I—I had nothing else! I was hungry!”

“And he kinda forced her to.” Fred piped up, looking worriedly between Chloe and Angel. “If he hadn’t she would have died. He—,” she bowed her gaze. “Connor saved her life.”

Gunn nodded. “Chlo was bad off, Angel. She was suffering from withdrawal, Connor helped her.”

“As I said.” Cordelia announced. “Connor isn’t a bad kid. He was betrayed and manipulated by the only person he thought he could trust, and he genuinely thought you were a monster, Angel.” She didn’t react to her boss’ wince at that. “But he treated us well and he took care of us. We all miss him and worry about him. I mean, you’re the only one who’s seen him since you threw him out on his own in the streets.”

Angel winced again, silent, before looking up at Chloe. “Do you want to come with me tonight?” He’d been going every night to check up on Connor and make sure his son was alright---even though the young man had no clue of his presence.

Chloe ducked her gaze and thought about it for a moment. Was it a good idea to go and see Connor? No. “Yes.”

Angel smiled. “We should probably be heading out now.”



It’d taken a bit for the vampire to track his son, but soon they’d found Connor on patrol. Angel and Chloe had rested on the top of the building and watched him below as he interrupted a vampire about to snack on a woman going home late from work.

At first the vampire had been cocky and right out attacked, and then when he’d realized that Connor could fight he’d run away, only to turn the corner and run into Connor once more.

“Nothing human can move that fast.” The vampire announced, shocked, still wearing his human face. “What are you?”

Connor sneered and then punched the creature viciously, causing the vampire to tumble to the ground. “Don’t know yet.” The young man watched as the vampire’s face shifted as he got up. “But I know what you are, and what to do with you. That’ll do for now.”

From where they were perched watching, Angel shook his head. “You’re talking too much.” He announced to his son, although both knew that Connor wouldn’t be able to hear him. “Gives him time to—watch it!”

Chloe tore her gaze from Connor to send an amused sideways glace at her sire, whose eyes were solely for his son.

“Don’t let him box you in.” Angel made a face before smiling with pride. “That’s it Connor…no, don’t go toe to toe. He’s too big. Faster than he looks. Wait for an opening… Stay sharp. You can do it.”

The blonde’s lips curled in a smile as she returned her attention to Connor, whose fighting had grown more vicious but accurate during his time away from the Hyperion, which surprised her since it hadn’t been that long ago that he’d been kicked out.

I wonder what’s motivating him to improve this much.

They watched as Connor moved rapidly, fluidly, and in an instance dusted the vampire easily. He paused, savoring his victor, before running off to continue his patrol.

Chloe sighed as she watched him go, that feeling of peace she’d momentarily experienced leaving with him. “So this is where you’ve been skulking off for the past few nights.”

Angel, knowing that she was referring to him, made a face. “I’m not skulking.”

“You should go after him.” Chloe whispered, eyes still on the direction that Connor had disappeared in. “Talk to him. Both of you are victims in this issue.”

“I know.” Angel sighed, turning and leaning his back against the veranda. “But the issue is still too fresh for us to try talking, we need to calm down, we need some time apart from each other.”

“Something might happen to him while you two cool down.”

“He can take care of himself.” A hint of fatherly pride tinted Angel’s voice. “You know what? We need a vacation. We----we should go see Lorne in Las Vegas! When we come back I’ll talk to Connor and make things right.”

Chloe stiffened, thinking once more at the betrayal she felt from Lorne’s behavior the last three months. “You need someone to stay here just in case something happens, I’ll do that.”

Angel paused, frowning. “I--.”

“I want to stay.” Chloe sighed, turning to look at him finally. “But the others need some time to relax and unwind. We’ve been stressed these last months and you’ve had it bad too, so you guys should go. I---I need some alone time anyway so this is a great idea.”

There was a moment’s pause. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She smiled sadly.


With everything locked up tightly in the Hyperion, Chloe sat on her bed and hugged her knees to her chest, eyes on the shadows in front of her. She was tired but couldn’t sleep. She didn’t like to be alone but knew it was necessary. There were too many questions in her mind---she needed to think without any distractions.

A soft smile touched her face as she remembered everyone being so excited when Angel told them about the trip. They’d packed their things immediately (Cordelia giggling and squealing) and as soon as one could say ‘wahzoo’ they were gone.

Fred had tried to convince Chloe to come along but Cordelia, god bless her, had understood and supported her decision to stay. She’d even gone as far as to make tea for her as a parting gift. Chloe wasn’t exactly sure what the tea had been made out of, but it’d been tasty and she’d drunk it to the last drop.

And now she was alone in the Hyperion, looking at the darkness around her.



The sound of her window rattling caused her to jump, her heart in her throat, and before she could even cry out it’d been forced open and a lithe body climbed through.

Despite the darkness, despite the shadows, Chloe felt it, that all-too familiar connection, and her eyes widened. “Connor?”

The shadowed figure hesitated at the window before he took in a deep breath and walked towards her, standing in front of her bed, the moonlight now playing on his face. “You came to watch me tonight.”

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, sill not believing he was there---or that he’d just climbed into her bedroom window! “What?”

“I felt you, tonight.” He spoke softly, serious blue eyes on her face. “I knew you were there though I didn’t know where. But you were there, watching. Why?”

“I---we were worried. What are you doing here?”

He paused again. “Where are the others? I---I saw them drive away. Why are you here by yourself? Unprotected?”

“I don’t need protection.” Chloe shifted on the bed, looking down. She opened her mouth to say something else when suddenly Connor was so much closer and his hand shot out, his fingers curling around her chin, forcing her face upwards to look at him.

“You need to feed.” He growled, looking at her face with displeasure. “Why hasn’t he fed you? Why are you this weak---this pale? I fed you not too long ago.”

Chloe tried to force her heart to slow down, tried to tear her gaze from him, and yet she couldn’t. “You saw how Angel was when he arrived. I---animal blood would have taken too long to heal him.”

“So you fed him.” Connor sneered, letting go of her chin as if she were disgusting.

“Yes, I did. So what?” She tried to tell herself that she wasn’t hurt that he’d treated her like that, that his thoughts about her didn’t matter in the least bit.

She knew she was lying to herself.

“Connor, it’s my duty and privilege to help Angel as much as I can.” She looked down at her hands. “He needed a lot of blood, but he’s okay now, and that’s all that matters.”

“Why didn’t you ask him to feed you?” Connor sat down on the foot of her bed, not looking at her, body tense. “You need to feed, Chloe, even I can sense that. Why hasn’t he sensed it? Why hasn’t he offered it? Why—why isn’t he taking care of you?”

Hearing the genuine worry in that voice, Chloe looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m being taken care of, Connor.” That smile grew more tender at the snort he gave her. “And Angel did offer me his blood, I—I just didn’t accept it.”

Connor’s gaze rose up in surprise. “Why did you not accept? You need blood.”

“He’s still weak, Con, I couldn’t do that to him.” She whispered, meeting his gaze, deciding not to tell him now Angel’s blood didn’t interest her for some reason. “I need to protect him now, to take care of him.”

“And this taking care of him means you two share a room now?” Connor lowered his dark gaze, voice odd.

Chloe’s eyes widened and she blushed. “How did you know that?”

He clenched his fists. “I---I have come previous nights to make sure you are safe, and yet you are never in your room when you should. Where else would you be?”

She was so touched by his concern that she didn’t know what to say except. “I’ve been staying with Angel to feed him. Nothing else happened between us but feeding.”

She didn’t know why she felt desperate that he understand that.

“I know.” Connor spoke softly, eyes on the sheets in front of him. “I would have smelt it otherwise.”

She blushed.

How awkward could a conversation get?

Her eyes widened as she saw him beginning to unbutton his shirt. “What are you doing?!” She was horrified at how squeaky that’d come out.

Connor didn’t stop what he was doing. “You need to feed.”

“Connor, I don’t think---.”

“You will not feed from Angel but you are in need of blood. I will not have you ill as you were before.” Connor nearly growled at her as he threw his shirt on the floor. “I will feed you. I will provide this for you, I gladly provide that which you need to survive. I will protect you until the others arrive from their job tonight.”

Chloe felt her gums tingling as her fangs grew on their own, but she closed her eyes and mouth tightly, telling herself to get some control.

The bed dipped in front of her and she could smell that feral scent that was just Connor filling her, making her dizzy and thirsty---making her want to lean forwards.

What’s WRONG with me?

Chloe.” He whispered.

“You don’t have to do this, I’m fine.” She whispered, eyes still closed shut as tightly as she could. “Angel and the others will be back in a couple of days and I’ll---.” A cry escaped her lips as suddenly she was pressed back against the headboard, her wrists pinned above her by one of Connor’s hands, his cheek against her hair, the curve of his neck so temptingly close to her mouth.


A whimper escaped her lips as Chloe dug her fangs into his old scar desperately, her eyes rolling in the back of her head at the exquisite taste of Connor against her tongue as she fed.

For the first time since Connor had left Chloe felt as if she were okay, as if the world wasn’t spinning desperately, sickeningly.

I’m sorry.”

She tried to concentrate on his voice, on his whispers as she fed, feeling almost high on his blood.

I’m so sorry!”

The blonde whimpered when he loosened his hold on her wrists, a part of her had liked his rough handling.

I didn’t want to hurt you.”

What was he talking about?

“I would never have hurt you.” He continued to whisper, voice husky. “No matter what you did I’d never hurt you. You would never deserve to be hurt, never.”

Finally the blonde understood. Connor was referring to the night it all happened, to the moment she’d slapped him.

I’m sorry.”

I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. Running her tongue over the skin of his neck, Chloe felt his body tremble.

Connor groaned hoarsely.

Chloe really didn’t remember much after that. All she remembered was her fangs retracting soon after, and all of a sudden she’d been so sleepy. Something felt weird but she didn’t know what exactly was going on.

It was as if she truly was high.

She rested her forehead against Connor’s shoulder, her breathing getting deeper as she battled between consciousness and sleep. The blonde felt when Connor pulled away and lowered her so that she was lying down in her bed, and she noticed when he got up to leave.

Her hand shot up despite her fuzzy-brain and all she got out was a sleepy whimper, but Connor seemed to understand her somehow. He hesitated for a moment before taking off his shoes and getting into bed with her, placing his arms around her waist, pressing his forehead softly against hers.

Breathing out a sigh of contentment, Chloe finally allowed herself to fall into unconsciousness.


When Chloe woke up that morning she felt odd. There was something off, but she shook her head and decided that it was probably her body getting used to the rush of blood from last night. It also took her a couple of minutes to realize that Connor was still in the room, sitting on the floor, looking through her high school yearbook.


He looked up from the yearbook and smiled at her. It was a happy, open smile. “Morning. What is this?”

“My high school year book.” She announced, stretched languidly before getting out of bed and going to her bathroom to brush her teeth. When she returned he was still looking through the book and since she hadn’t seen it in a long time, Chloe went to sit next to him and look at it herself.

“Who are they?” Connor asked, pointing to a picture of a school activity. In that picture Chloe was surrounded by the Scooby Gang and they were grinning at each other.

“Those are some friends from Sunnydale.” She responded, smiling at the memory of that day. “The small blonde is Buffy and the brunette is Faith, both of them are Slayers. The redhead is Willow—she’s a big witch now from what Cordelia says—that’s her boyfriend Oz (a werewolf), that’s Xander Harris (the only normal human), and that’s me.”

“Your hair was shorter then.” Connor noticed. “And flippy.”

She laughed at the description. “Yep, it was very ‘flippy’.”

Connor looked up from the picture and grinned as if he knew she was teasing him, before turning the page and frowning slightly when it came to the picture of the prom. “Who is that?”

Chloe peered at the picture and smirked. “That’s Percy, a guy I went to school with. I didn’t have a date to the prom and his bailed on him at the last moment, so we danced a couple of times together to stave off the loneliness.”

“Angel didn’t dance with you?” Connor asked, surprised.

“Nah,” the smile was nostalgic. “He went with Buffy. She’s his one true love.”

Surprise was obvious on the young man’s face as he turned his attention to the picture of Buffy. “Her? A Slayer?”

“Your father knows how to pick ‘em, huh?” Chloe snorted, able to smile and jest about the whole thing since she’d put her feelings for Angel aside a long time ago. “They’ll always love each other, even if they’re with other people. It’s just one of those things.”

Connor frowned slightly. “She is nothing compared to you.”

A blush tinted her cheeks.

Chloe looked down at the picture of the whole gang and for a second she didn’t recognize them, didn’t know who they were and didn’t recognize herself in the picture---and then the second passed and she remembered once more.

The blonde frowned, perturbed.

What just happened?

“Are you still sleeping in the homeless shelter?” She asked to keep her mind off of the strange happening.

Connor looked up. His gaze surprised and embarrassed. “You knew of that?”

She nodded.

He lowered his gaze. “No, I no longer abide there. I found an abandoned warehouse in the old section of town and have converted it into my abode. It---it lacks many comforts but I am happy. It is my own place.”

Chloe watched him in silence. “You need to talk to your father. You need to resolve this issue. You need to come back here.”

He looked up at her, surprised. “Do you miss me, Chloe?”

“Of course.” And she was a hundred per cent serious. “Connor, we’re all family. Families have misunderstandings, we fight, but we still love each other and worry about each other no matter what.”

He was silent, watching her, before suddenly standing. “I should go. There are things I must do.”

Chloe stood as well. “Um, okay.” She looked down at her bare feet before gazing up at him once more. “Thank you for checking up on me and everything last night.”

He smiled at her before turning and---leaving the Hyperion through her bedroom window.

Chloe smiled and shook her head at him. “When will he ever learn to use the door?”

And then, suddenly, she felt lost, alone, scared.

Where am I?

She looked around the foreign, unfamiliar room, before suddenly it all rushed back to her.

Chloe frowned, placing a hand to her head.

What’s happening to me?


Throughout the whole day Chloe would get moments where she just blacked out, or she grew dizzy, disoriented, forgetful. She tried not to worry too much, tried to tell herself that it was just all the stress and worry finally catching up with her---the fact that she was dead tired all day only contributed to that thought.

By evening time she was exhausted although she’d slept through most of the day, and was lying down on the sofa in the lobby of the Hyperion. Angel had called earlier saying that they were almost home.

He informed her of how Lorne had actually been held against his will in Las Vegas by the owner of the La Tropicana casino, who’d been using Lorne’s ability to see futures to steal the futures of brilliant people and sell said futures to the highest bidder.

The Fang Gang had managed to rescue Lorne and stop the operation, and were heading home.

Chloe really wanted to wait up and welcome them properly, but as she laid curled up on the sofa, her eyes closing on their own, she knew that it was an impossibility.

They’ll wake me up when they all come home. She closed her eyes, yawning. I’m so glad Lorne’s coming back—I have to apologize for thinking the worst of him. I should have known Lorne wouldn’t act that way and that something was wrong.

Yawning once more, Chloe went to sleep.


Jolting awake, she looked around her, eyes widening and heart beating rapidly in fear at the unknown place she found herself in. It looked like the lobby of a hotel, but yet there was no one around, everything was deadly silent, and it was so late in the night.

Sitting up she hugged herself, trembling from cold and fear as she tried to find some other sign of life, tried to find someone else who could tell her what was going on.


Her voice reverberated throughout the lonely lobby.

Chilled by how silent things were, she tried not to get desperate. She needed to be calm, she needed to think. She had to know this place, why else would she---?

What’s going on? Where am I?

What was the last thing she remembered? It might help her----.

Her eyes widened.

What was the last thing she remembered?

She—she couldn’t remember anything!

Where is this? What happened to me? Who AM I? What’s my name? What do I look like?

She paused, looking at her reflection on the shiny tiles. She apparently was young, maybe eighteen at the most, with blonde hair.

But what’s my name? Who am I?

Getting up, she looked around her. “Hello?”

Still no answer.

She gulped down the desperation. “Is anyone here?”


Please.” She whimpered, tears coming to her eyes from the fear. “Someone.”

The sound of laughter from the courtyard drew her attention and she turned in time to see two men and two women entering the lobby, smiling as they saw her.

“Chloe!” The female with the short dyed blonde hair grinned. “What are you doing awake at this ungodly hour? You didn’t have to wait up on us you ninny!”

Her terror must have shown on her face because all the smiles disappeared.

The white male took an uneasy step towards her. “What is it? What happened?”

Chloe took a step away from him, shivering. She was missing something, something wasn’t right, someone else should be here. She didn’t know who but she knew that something was just out of place.

She whimpered, hugging herself tighter. “Who are you people?”




18th-Jan-2009 09:43 am (UTC)
the feeding of chloe was 'sexy'! lol idk, I thought it was hot lol that proves that you are a great writer to make that unconventionnal couple work! I'm always giddy to see how well you've put tha Angel storyline with Chloe as a added bonus and the amnesia thing? WOW! lol
18th-Jan-2009 02:27 pm (UTC)
Yeah! For some reason I REALLY like writing feeding scenes *scratches head awkwardly* and I'm ecstatic that you approve of the last chapter---since I was a little nervous about it for some reason!
18th-Jan-2009 10:10 am (UTC)
wow u just gave me alot of questions?

whats happenin 2 chloe? how come it happened after she fed it's like a cliff hanger I NEED TO READ MORE! LOL
18th-Jan-2009 02:28 pm (UTC)
As I always same---I aim to entertain and confuse my readers! lol
I'll try to update soon so that you won't be wondering too long!
18th-Jan-2009 10:23 am (UTC)
Interesting plot twist, can't wait to see how it plays out. I so loved Chloe liking it rough (wow, I'm dirty *grins*) Anyways, awesome update.
18th-Jan-2009 02:29 pm (UTC)
Haha, yep, you're dirty, but so am I, so I'm not complaining! laughs
18th-Jan-2009 02:36 pm (UTC)
oooohhh!! Intrigue!

Love that Connor came to her. Kind of hope he doesn't take advantage of her now that she's all amnesia!girl...but still kinda hoping for some Chloe/Connor loving!

Can't wait for the next update!
18th-Jan-2009 02:39 pm (UTC)
Well, some things will be happening now, but I don't think it'd be taking advantage. This is the turning point for the chlonnor.
Thanks for the review!
18th-Jan-2009 04:55 pm (UTC)
i agree the feeding scean was hot. what's wrong with chloe did connor do something to her when she feed ? or is it something else ? PPMS
18th-Jan-2009 04:59 pm (UTC)
lol, I'm not going to say much because I don't want to give away anything, but I WILL tell you that this time Connor is completely INNOCENT! :P
2nd-Jan-2010 01:39 am (UTC)
Interesting, very interesting. I wonder why she's forgetting.
30th-May-2012 04:31 pm (UTC) - Hit by the Clue-by-Four
Arrgh! As many times as I've read this series, I *just now* realized that the crab creature in Cordy's mirror lo those many episodes ago wasn't just a dropped plot thread! *Cordy* is the one who made Chloe the 'special tea'just before Chloe started to forget everything, even though she's been acting her normal, awesome Cordy-self even after the crab thing got her. So, is that the way Jasmine's minions get her into this world considering that no one ascended or descended this time? Cordy the midwife to Chloe and Connor's evil!baby?
Still loving this series.
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