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Rescue and Sacrifice	By : QueenC Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Connor/Dawn Views: 2678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Rescue and Sacrifice (10/?)

Author: QueenC

Rating: R

Pairings: Dawn/Connor; Angel/Cordelia; Buffy/Spike

Disclaimer: Joss owns all. All hail Joss.

Spoilers: Anything and everything is fair game.

Summary: Willio doo do anything to get his son back, Angel enlists the help of an unlikely candidate.

Author's Notes: Ok, this story has been rattling around in my brain since halfway through 'Common Ground'. This story is slightly AU. Basically, Dawn discovered that she could use her Key powers early on, and has been working with Tara to perfect her skills and Groo never showed up at AI. Also, Buffy isn't quite as hostile to Spike. In fact, they have a tentative friendship. I think those are about the only major changes. And, as in all my stories, Angel is Spike's sire because I simply refuse to believe anything else. Words in *'s are emphasized, words in 's are thoughts, words in ~'s are dreams, and words in ^'s are flashbacks.

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Sunnydale

"Sahijhan!"

Buffy frowned, glancing up from the book she'd been looking through, her eyes landing on the small brunette seated cross-legged on the floor. "Is that some foreign language for 'eureka'?" she asked.

Fred blushed, shaking her head. "Sorry. No. It..it's the name of the demon that opened the original portal to Quor-toth. I was just thinkin' of ways we could maybe get to there, and I remembered that *he* was the first to open a gateway," she replied softly, her Texan accent thicker than normal.

Cordelia sighed, hating what she was about to do. "That's a great idea, Fred. Except, you're forgetting one thing. Sahijhan already said he could only open the portal that one time, remember? That's why he picked it," she said gently.

The young physicist's face fell, tears filling her eyes. "Oh, right. Sorry," she whispered, looking back down at the book in her lap.

Gunn put his arm across her shoulders, smiling. "It's ok, baby. We're all kinda stressin' right now," he soothed. She raised her head, giving him a watery smile.

Buffy watched the obvious exchange of love between the two and couldn't help but feel a little more depressed.

Lorne smiled, observing the Slayer silently. She didn't have to belt out a tune for him to be able to see her aura. As with most warriors of Light, it was constantly swirling around her, acting as a beacon to any whom needed help. And, it was always strongest when the warrior was in love. Shaking his head, he returned his attention back to the book he'd been assigned to read. Although he hadn't said anything, and wouldn't say anything, he knew that researching was pointless. Angel and the others would come back when the time was right and not a minute sooner.

Suddenly, Willow rose to her feet, giving her beloved laptop a disgusted look. "There's nothing here, Buffy. A-And, I can't just sit around anymore!" she exclaimed.

The blonde sighed, nodding at her friend. "I know, Wills. It's frustrating, not being able to get to them," she agreed sadly.

The redhead gave her a dark look, momentarily wishing that she could still use her magic. "What? Buffy, I'm not talking about *them*! I mean, yeah, it's sad that they got sucked into Quor-toth or wherever. And I really hope that they get back soon and are okay. But, I was talking about Tara!" she replied. "She's out there somewhere, missing and probably terrified and I'm sorry but I can't just sit around here doing *nothing*! I *have* to go look for her!" Not bothering to wait for a reply, Willow grabbed her jacket and stalked out the front door, slamming it behind her with as much strength as she could muster.

After a moment of complete silence, Cordelia glanced up from the book she'd been reading, a bored expression on her face. "There's nothing in this one. Mind if I check the computer, just in case Ms. 'I'm Turning Psycho' missed anything?"

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Quor-toth

Angel gasped, his human mask quickly sliding back into place as he eyed the young man in front of him. "Connor," he whispered, taking a step towards his son.

The Destroyer flinched, a stake suddenly appearing in his hand. "Stay back," he growled. Quickly, his eyes darted to the remainder of the group. Spike and Dru both moved to stand beside their sire, their cold gazes locked on the teenager. Shivering in slight fear, he began to understand what Holtz had meant when he'd told him about the bond between some vampires. It was obvious that these two were willing to die to protect their creator. "All of you, stay back!" he repeated, his voice much more certain than he felt.

The souled vampire held up his hand, silently telling his childer to stay where they were. "Connor, put down the stake and let's talk," he said softly, his brown eyes locked on his only son.

"My name isn't Connor! It's Steven!" the young man cried.

Angel shook his head slightly, pain and anger flashing across his face. "No, it *isn't*," he replied. "Your name is Connor. You are *my* son, *not* his!"

"Peaches, I'm thinking now's not the time for playing the name game," Spike said softly.

"Shut up, Spike," Angel replied, still staring in wonder at his now-grown child. It had been just days ago when he'd changed the boy's diapers. Sadness welled up inside him at what he had missed. However, he would have time to brood later. Right now, he had to find a way to get out of this without anyone getting hurt.

Connor glanced from his biological father to the blonde vampire, his eyes narrowing to slits. "William the Bloody," he recited from memory. "Killer of two Slayers, favored Childe of Angelus." Quickly, he eyes darted to the brunette woman. "Drusilla, middle Childe of Angelus, Seer for the Darkness, driven insane before your turning." Looking around, a small sneer crossed his lips. "Where is Penn? Isn't that the only one who is missing? Beside my *mother*, of course. But, she's already in hell, where you all will be, soon enough."

Spike's eyes widened. "Wow. Kid's really done his homework on us. Wonder where he got the information. Oh, wait! That's *right*! Daniel bloody Holtz is the one who raised 'em. Couldn't have been someone who *doesn't* know every sodden thing about us, could it?" he said sarcastically.

"Shut *up*, Spike!" Angel snapped, his voice hard.

Drusilla smiled, tilting her head to the side as she eyed Connor closely. "Such sadness and pain. It sings to me, like the little birdies you don't remember. Tweet, tweet, tweet. Shall we dance, lovely?" she murmured, giggling softly.

Connor frowned, completely confused. "What?" he asked slowly, trying to decipher her words, his defenses dropping slightly.

Taking the opportunity, Angel made his move. Charging at his son, he quickly knocked the weapon to the ground. Then, wrapping his arms tightly around the boy, he pulled him to his chest, immobilizing him.

"Spike, now!" the souled vampire growled.

Quickly, the former Big Bad pulled the rope they'd found the day before from his pocket. A few seconds later, he had firmly secured it around Connor's struggling form.

Only after the young man was bound and leaning against a rock did Dawn finally speak. "Oh my *God*!" she exclaimed. "That was *so* cool! How did you know it would work?"

Drusilla laughed softly, sitting down across from the young girl. "Dear, it *always* works," she answered, glancing at Spike and Angel.

The chipped vampire nodded, finally sitting beside the former Key. "She's right, Nibblet. All it takes is me to run my mouth, Dru to confuse the hell out of 'em, then Angelus to make his move. Now, what do you say we busy ourselves, while Daddy dearest has a talk with his rug rat?"

Dawn cast a glance in Angel and Connor's direction, her smile fading slightly. "He's so angry, Spike. I don't know if Angel can *ever* reach him," she whispered.

Spike shrugged. "Don't worry about it, Little Bit. If anyone can understand anger, it's the Poof."

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Sunnydale

Tara was in shock. Complete and utter shock. She stared at the half-demon sitting beside her, her brain trying to comprehend everything he'd said. So far, it was failing miserably.

Finally, she cleared her throat. "So, what you're telling me is that Dawn, Spike, Angel, and Drusilla are trapped in Quor-toth with Angel's son, Connor, who is now fully grown, and Holtz, a vampire hunter from a hundred years ago. And, even though I probably couldn't help to get them out, I'm still forced to stay here until they return?" she surmised.

Doyle nodded, smiling. "You got it, sweetheart," he answered, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back against the wall.

The blonde witch sighed, shaking her head. "But why me? Willow is *much* more powerful than I am! If *anyone* could do anything, it would be her," she objected.

The Irish man grinned, eyeing her. "Don't worry. Willow's already refused to do magic, even with the Slayer asking her. Right now, her main concern is finding you," he explained.

Tara nodded, grudgingly accepting her fate. "Ok. Well, where do *you* fit into all of this?" she questioned. Seeing the innocent look that he gave her, she rolled her eyes, smiling. "I lived with Dawn for over three months. Do you *really* think that look is going to work with me? No, something tells me that Whistler wouldn't have chosen you if you weren't somehow connected to all of this."

Doyle laughed softly, sitting up straight once more. "You got me, kid. Nice work. Not everyday that someone can see through my act," he replied.

"You must be friends with some very gullible people, then," she teased.

His eyes widened and he feigned a hurt expression. "Ouch! Wow, Whistler didn't mention that you had such a spit-fire personality under all that vulnerability!" he stated. Then, sensing he was close to hitting a nerve, he quickly answered her question. "When I was alive, I used to work for Angel. I was his Seer."

The blonde frowned, confusion filling her soft features. "B-But, I thought that Cordelia was h-his Seer. That's what Willow said."

Doyle chuckled, his eyes taking on a far away look. "Ah. Ms. Cordelia Chase. She was my silver lining," he shook his head, his gaze focusing on the young woman beside him. "Before I died, I passed the visions on to her. And it's a good thing I did, too! From what I've been told, she's really grown because of them."

Tara opened her mouth to ask another question, only to close it with a snap when voices suddenly rang out from nearby.

"Xander, I'm telling you, she's around here somewhere. I can sense her."

The young woman gasped, her eyes widening. That was Willow!

Xander's muffled sigh came through the metal door. "And I'm telling you that I've already looked here, Willow! If she *was* here, I would have found her! I opened every door, checked under every box! She *isn't* here!" he exclaimed.

Doyle patted Tara's hand reassuringly. "Don't worry," he said softly, his accent seeming to caress her frazzled nerves. "There's magic cloaking the door. They can't see it."

"Willow can," was Tara's soft reply. "You have to drop the shield, Doyle. Otherwise, she may use magic to find me."

The half-demon shook his head. "I'm sorry, Tara. But, I can't. Not only do I not have the power, I was given strict instructions *not* to get directly involved," he apologized.

Suddenly, the door flew open, slamming against the wall hard enough to leave an indentation. Gasping, the duo jumped to their feet, watching in abject horror as Willow stormed into the room, turning black eyes on the Irish man. "That's funny," she hissed, her voice icy. "You seem pretty involved to me. But, I'm thinking I can fix that problem."

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