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Rescue and Sacrifice	By : QueenC Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Connor/Dawn Views: 2677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Rescue and Sacrifice (11/?)

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: Willing to 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

Cordelia sighed in irritation when the vision came upon her. Rising to her feet, the chair she had been sitting in for the last hour while searching the computer fell backwards, causing everyone to look up.

"Cordelia? What's wrong?" Fred asked quietly, peering up at the only woman she'd come to truly trust since her return from Pylea. She watched worriedly as the recently demonized Seer's face turned white. Quickly standing, the physicist reached out to steady her friend. "Cordy?"

The former May Queen shook her head as the vision she'd just been witness to finally passed. Frowning, she glared up at the ceiling, her hazel eyes shining with anger and frustration. "You're kidding, right? This is *so* not the time! Can't you see we're having a crisis down here? I mean, what? You're all-powerful and all knowing, but you can't put a stop to a mere *mortal*?!" she cried.

As if the Powers That Be were answering her rant, another vision quickly passed before her eyes. Gasping in shock, she stumbled back, thankful for the hand holding onto her arm. If not for that, she would have fallen completely over.

As quickly as it came, it was gone, leaving behind a thoroughly confused and rattled young woman. "Oh *God*. I have to go. *Now*," she whispered, pulling out of Fred's gentle grasp. Almost blindly, she headed towards the front door, paying no heed to the four pair of eyes upon her. However, before she could turn the knob, Buffy was standing in front of her, arms crossed over her chest.

"Sorry Cordelia, but you're not leaving without some sort of explanation!" the Slayer insisted. No matter how many problems she may have once had with the self-proclaimed 'Queen C', Buffy refused to lose anyone else within such a short period.

The brunette raised an eyebrow, a disbelieving look on her face. "Excuse me? Last time I checked, I was an adult, perfectly capable of making my own decisions. Which means that I *don't* answer to you!" the former cheerleader exclaimed angrily.

The eldest Summers nodded, not moving from her spot. "I never said you did. But, considering that we've gone from nine people to five in less than a couple of hours, I think the *least* you can do is tell us where you're going," she answered evenly.

"Blondie's right, Cordelia. We're a team, remember? What did you see?" Gunn spoke up. He made a move to go confront his friend, but Lorne stepped in front of him, shaking his head.

Cordelia sighed, closing her eyes in frustration. "Doyle," she whispered. She opened her eyes, turning her gaze to each of the people in the room. Finally, she landed on Buffy. "I saw Doyle. And, I'm going to save him. Now, get the *hell* out of my way before I move you myself," she hissed.

Buffy stared at her for a full minute before finally nodding and stepping aside. While she seriously doubted that the brunette could actually defeat her in a fight, she didn't want any more conflict added to an already tense situation. Sighing in defeat, she watched as the young woman brushed past her and headed for Angel's car. A few seconds later, the sound of squealing tires broke the silence.

"Doyle?" Fred whispered after a moment, frowning in confusion. "I thought Doyle was dead."

******

Sunnydale

Doyle swallowed, staring nervously at the angry redhead. "Now darlin'," he began, "This isn't how it looks." Mentally he groaned at the over used line that he'd just uttered.

Willow laughed, energy crackling around her small frame. "It isn't how it looks? Well, why don't you *tell* me what it is? Because, it *looks* like you're holding Tara here against her will," she snapped. Tilting her head to the side, she smirked. "Oh, and let's not forget the pathetic excuse for magic that's being used to shield this place. Which, as I'm sure you can tell, is gone now."

The half-demon knew that he really had no reason to be worried. After all, he was already dead, there wasn't much more that could be done to him. However, Whistler had also warned him that he could be harmed while on this plane. And, after so many years of lack of pain, he wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of feeling it again.

Before he could think of anything to say, a young man spoke.

"Come on, Will. You don't want to do this. I'm sure that there's a good reason that Tara was here. Why don't you ask her what it is, and we can all just leave? No one has to get hurt."

Willow shook her head, not bothering to turn around and look at her life-long friend. "Stay out of this, Xander. I don't want you to get hurt," she replied. However, she then turned her black-eyed gaze to Tara, her face softening. "Tara, baby, it's ok. I'm here now. He's not going to hurt you," she cooed.

Doyle frowned. "Hey! I never hurt her! And, I wasn't planning on it, either!" he objected. "I'm one of the good guys!"

The redhead glared at him. "Silence, demon," she growled, a beam of energy shooting from her hand. It struck him in the chest, causing him to cry out in pain and drop to his knees.

Suddenly, Tara snapped out of the shock she was in. "Willow, stop!" she cried. "He's telling the truth. He didn't hurt me!"

The former hacker blinked, her ex-lover's words registering. However, instead of stopping her assault, she turned part of her fury on the blonde. "How could you?" she exclaimed, the beam widening enough to encompass both of her targets. "I was worried that you were hurt, or dead even, and you were busy shacking up with *him*?"

Xander watched in horror as Tara screamed, collapsing to the ground. "No," he whispered. Taking a deep breath, he realized that he was the only person left to stop the renegade witch. Narrowing his eyes, he charged at her. Then, he was lifted off the ground, frozen in place.

Willow frowned, glancing over her shoulder at the young man. "Bad move, Xan," she stated. Looking back at her other victims, she moved her hand, the beam disappearing. "Now," she purred, "The only question is, which one of you do I deal with first?"

"How about me?" a voice called out. Before the redhead to could turn towards the sound, she found herself flying through the air and hitting the wall.

Slumping to the ground, she shook of the daze of the blow and rose to her feet, a sneer on her face as she saw who her attacker was. Cordelia stood in the doorway, her entire body glowing with a bright light.

"Cordy! How nice of you to join us! You know, I never did properly thank you for all of the torment you put me through growing up!" Willow said in a chipper tone. Stalking towards the woman, she drew back a fist and punched her in the face. "How's *that* for the softer side of Sears?" she snarled.

Cordelia stumbled backwards, quickly regaining her footing. Raising an eyebrow, she crossed her arms over her chest, giving the redhead a disdainful look. "If that's the best you have no wonder you were always second best," she shot back. Seeing the anger that crossed the other woman's face she continued.

"First Jesse and Xander. No matter how much you loved them, they *both* wanted *me*. Then little Miss Buffy came along, but you *still* weren't first. *That* honor fell to Angel. Oh! And let's not forget Giles! All you were to him was his Slayer's sidekick and Ms. Calendar's replacement in the computer and magic department. Then, there was Oz. You loved him *so* much, but he chose some she-wolf. Let's face it, Willow. You always have been and always will be the nerdy, babbling, fuzzy-sweater wearing *loser* that you were in high school. And, no about of magical power is going to change that!" Cordelia exclaimed, reveling in the feel of her discarded bitch persona. Snorting, she added the final blow that she knew would push the witch over the edge. "Hell, you're such a failure that your *gay* girlfriend dumped you and turned to a *man*!"

Blind with rage, Willow mustered every ounce of power she had within her. "Hey, Cordelia," she spat, "I just wanted you to know, before I kill you that is, that I *hate* your hair." Then, focusing all of her energy on the former cheerleader, she unleashed a blast that shook the very Earth to its core.

******

LA

Wesley couldn't believe the plan was actually working. Granted, it had been *his* idea. However, he had been certain that there was some flaw in it, some detail that he had overlooked. But, that didn't appear to be the case. In fact, rather the contrary.

Glancing at his watch, he realized that he had been sitting in a conference room chatting amiably with high-ranking members of Wolfram and Hart for the past two hours.

Clearing his throat, he glanced around the room at the four people sitting there, then looked at the television screen, where six others were staring back via satellite. "Well, I must admit that I'm rather pleasantly surprised," he stated. "When Ms. Morgan approached me with an offer to come work for your firm, I was hesitant, to say the least. However, now that I've had the opportunity to meet you all, I find myself intrigued with the concept."

Linwood Murrow, the head of the division, smiled, giving Lilah a pleased nod. "We're very glad to hear that, Mr. Price. I know that we're certainly looking forward to your contribution to our fine family!" he exclaimed. Reaching for the small stack of papers, he began thumbing through them. "Now, if we could just get you to sign some of these..."

Wesley was about to object when Mr. Suvarta, the only senior partner physically present, spoke. "Not so fast. I believe that Mr. Price has a few more questions for us before he will formerly agree to anything. Isn't that right?" he asked.

The former Watcher nodded. "Yes, actually. I was wondering if I could perhaps have a glance at your collection of books? I of course assume that it is rather extensive. However, seeing as how my last position was one that consisted primarily of researching rare texts and prophecies, even if that is not my official capacity here, it is, nevertheless, a hobby of mine. One that I have no intention of ceasing."

Nathan Reed, who had remained relatively quiet during the 'interview', suddenly shook his head. "I'm sorry, but that's simply not possible. You see, our vaults are strictly for employees only. We can't have just anyone getting glimpse the them," he said.

Wesley nodded, rising to his feet. "Ah, I see. Well, while this has been quite informative, I really must be going. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me. I'm certain it's been mutually beneficial," he stated.

R'Veryte, a scaly green skinned demon that Wesley was unfamiliar with, cleared his throat. He leaned closer to the camera, his eyes seeming to bore through the television screen into the English man's back. "Nathan Reed does not speak for the senior partners," he announced. "I vote to grant your request."

The rogue demon hunter hid his shock as he sat back down. He waited patiently as the other absent partners gave their opinions. To his surprise, they all gave their consent.

Finally, Mr. Suvarta rose to his feet, smiling at Wesley. "The vaults are this way," he said, walking to the door.

Taking that as a sign that he was to follow, the former Watcher stood up, nodded his thanks to the television screen, then exited the room.

Lilah stood, smiling broadly. "Thank you. It was an honor to have been in your presence," she said to the television screen. "And, I assure you, you won't regret putting your faith in me with this recruitment."

R'Veryte stared at the young woman. "The human is up to something. He has a plan. Watch him closely," he warned. Then, the screen went blank.

******

Quor-toth

One week. It had been one week since they had captured Connor, and, as far as Spike was concerned, they were no closer to getting through to the boy than they had been the first night. In fact, the bleached blonde would swear that, with every day that passed, the kid hated them more.

The former Big Bad took a final drag off his last cigarette. Exhaling slowly, he tossed the butt to the ground, stomping on it. Growling softly at his stupidity in not carrying a least a carton with him at all times, he spun on his heel, his blue eyes landing on the sullen young man who was leaning against a rock and pointedly ignoring everything that Angel was saying to him.

It had only taken four days for Connor to convince Angel to tie his hands in front of him, rather than behind his back. And, while he had yet to attempt to escape in this new position, Spike couldn't help but think that he was planning something. That was one thing that was extremely puzzling to the chipped vampire.

Granted, the cheerleader had mentioned something about the Power That Be restoring Drusilla's sanity. However, that didn't explain the protectiveness she had towards Dawn. He had seen his former lover place herself in harms way to keep the youngest Summers safe more than once in the two weeks they had been here. And, for Dru, that was a truly amazing feat.

Suddenly, Connor's voice broke through the vampire's thoughts. Of course, it was the same speech he'd heard every night now. It was getting to the point that Spike could recite it from memory.

"Do you really think that your soul matters to me? I *don't* care! You are a vile abomination of God and should not exist. You are evil incarnate and I would rather *die* than acknowledge you as my father!"

Finally, Spike had had enough. While he wasn't exactly known for being Angel's biggest fan, he refused to just stand by and do nothing while his Sire was ripped to shreds. Over a century of loyalty against outsiders was suddenly reawakened within him and he growled, his eyes flashing amber as he stalked up to the smirking teenager. Reaching down, he grabbed him by the shoulders, lifting him completely off the ground.

"Now you listen here you little whelp. You can hate us all you want. You can try to kill us every sodden chance you get. But you will *not* go out of your way to try to hurt my sire any more, you got that?" he snarled. "Ever since Holtz tricked that nancy boy ex-Watcher into taking you, Peaches has done nothing but try to get you back. He called about a demon he *knew* he couldn't beat, messed with mojo that put everyone and everything in danger, and was willing to risk tearing a hole in the fabric of reality itself all for your ungrateful little arse. Now, the least you can do is shut you're hole long enough to listen to what he has to say before I decide to show you *exactly* why they call me Spike." Shaking the now-silent young man, he demanded, "Do I make myself clear?"

Connor swallowed, nodding quickly. He tried to fight the fear that was welling up inside of him. However, as he peered into the furious face of the former Big Bad, all he could think of was how terrified he truly was. As images of his painful and bloody death flashed through his mind, all of the anger that he'd been feeling quickly disappeared. For some reason, the thought of carrying on revenge for Holtz didn't seem nearly as important when being faced with his own mortality.

Suddenly, Angel placed his hand on Spike's shoulder, his voice soft yet firm. "Enough, Will. I think he gets the point," he murmured. The tenderness in his tone didn't go unnoticed by his favorite childe.

Dropping the shaking young man, the bleached blonde turned to his sire. They stared at one another for a full minute, blue eyes locked on brown ones. Slowly, Angel smiled, raising his hand to his childe's cheek. "Thank you," he whispered.

Then, just as quickly as it had been cast, the spell was broken. Spike pulled away, taking a step back. "Sod off, you wanker," he growled, storming off. However, not before the souled vampire noticed the happiness and surprise cross his face.

Smirking, Angel shook his head, turning his attention once more to his only son. Squatting in front of him, he calmly asked, "Now, shall we try this again? I just want to talk."

Connor bit back the scathing remark on the tip of his tongue, instead opting to cooperate. "Fine. Talk," he snapped. "But it's *not* going to change anything. I'll still hate you." However, the Destroyer wasn't as confident about that claim as he had once been.

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