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Dangerous	By : addielogan Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rebecca hadn't been back upstairs for long
before the two girls heard the distinct sound of arguing coming from downstairs.
"I think I hear Angel," Rebecca said. "Think he ambushed your da
before he could leave?"
Anne shook her head. "I can hear their
voices pretty clearly. One of them is a woman, but I don't recognize�"
Anne trailed off, something dark flickering in her eyes. She stood up, going
towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Rebecca
asked.
"Downstairs," Anne replied. I know
exactly who that is."
"Who?"
"Connor's wife," Anne said through
gritted teeth.
"Connor's married?" Rebecca asked in shock. "Whoa." She jumped
up. "Anne, I don't think you should go down there."
"Oh, I think I should," Anne said
in response, leaving the bedroom and heading towards the stairs. Rebecca sighed
and followed her out.
"I want to see my husband, Angel!"
Laura was yelling as Anne entered the lobby.
"And I told you already, Laura,
Connor's not here," Angel yelled back. "So get the hell out of my
hotel."
"Not until someone tells me where my
husband is!"
"He's in hell," Anne said,
approaching Laura. "Now get out."
"He's where?" Laura asked, spinning around to face Anne. "And
who the fuck are you?"
Anne glared. "I'm the woman Connor
loves."
"You're who?" Laura yelled, her voice rising in pitch.
Spike moved in from the sidelines then,
taking Anne by the shoulders and pulling her back. "Annie, go back
upstairs."
"No!" Anne said, jerking herself
out of Spike's grasp. "I want her
gone first."
"I'm not going anywhere, little
girl," Laura sneered. "Not until I get some answers." Her eyes
widened when she saw the cross hanging from Anne's neck. "That's my
husband's. What do you think you're doing wearing it?"
Anne bristled at Laura's use of "my
husband." "He gave it to me. And Connor's mine," she said, the last word coming out in a growl.
"Um, I don't think so." Laura held
up her left hand. "See these rings? They mean I'm his wife."
"You left him, you bloody bitch."
"Look, whoever you are, you're
what�twelve? Let's leave these things to the adults, hmm?"
Angel saw the look on Anne's face that
indicated she was about to attack and stepped in between the two women.
"Laura, Connor's trapped in a demon dimension. We're working on a way to
get him out. And Anne, well, I'm not sure what they are to each other, but I'm
pretty sure Connor's in love with her."
"Please. She's a child. What would
Connor want with her?" Laura sneered.
"I'm not a child," Anne snapped.
"And what would Connor want with me? Well, I'm a hell of a lot better in
bed than you are for one thing."
At that, Spike said, "Anne, please�"
Laura turned to Spike then. "Who are you?"
"I'm her father."
"Oh. The father of
the whore."
Spike's eyes flashed, but before he could do
anything, Anne had already punched Laura in the mouth, sending the blonde to
the floor. "You stupid bint," Anne snapped. "You care more about
trying to bully me than you do about the fact that Connor's trapped in a demon
dimension."
Laura wiped the blood of her mouth. "I
don't want anything to do with that demon stuff. If Connor chooses to take part
in it, well�that's his concern." She got to her feet. "And you'll be
hearing from my lawyer, because that was assault."
"Actually, it was battery." Anne
paused before yelling, "He's in hell,
you daft cow! He didn't choose to go
there. The man you're so eager to call your 'husband' is most likely facing
horrible tortures as we speak. Can you get that into your thick head?"
"Don't you even presume to know
anything about how I feel about my husband. You need to just go." Laura gave her a
tight-lipped smile. "There's a playground down the street."
"Actually, Laura, Anne has more of a right
to be there than you do."
Anne and Laura both stared at Angel in
surprise, but Laura was the first to speak. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means
that you've done nothing but treat my son like something you stepped in for the
past ten years. Anne loves him. And that 'demon stuff' you referred to�she's a
part of that, and so are the rest of us, which makes you the outsider," Angel replied.
Laura glared at Angel. "Connor's my
husband, and I'm not leaving."
Angel threw his hands up. "You know
what, Laura? Fine. Stand here in the middle of the
lobby and throw a fit like the spoiled brat you are. That's really helpful. I'm
going to go back to finding a way to rescue my son now." Angel stormed
back to his office, slamming the door behind him.
"He's my husband, Angel!" Laura
called after him. She got no response from Angel, though she did get one from
Anne.
"He may be your husband, but he's my
lover."
Laura turned to Anne, wild-eyed, but Spike
pulled Anne back. "Okay, Anne, Rebecca�we're going upstairs. Laura, you
come near my daughter, and I rip your bleedin' head off. And I do mean that in
a very literal sense." He turned away from Laura and steered the two
teenagers back upstairs to the bedroom.
"Both of you stay put," Spike
said. "I'm going now to get you two some lunch. Buffy, Cordelia, and Angel
will all be downstairs." He turned his gaze on Anne. "I know you're
upset, and I'm sure Laura would make a very good punching bag right now, but
stay away from her."
"Dad, she�"
"I know, sweetheart, but don't poke the
bear in the cage, yeah?"
Anne sighed. "All
right."
Spike kissed Anne's forehead and patted
Rebecca's shoulder. "Behave yourselves."
Anne's shoulders slumped as soon as Spike
left the room. "I didn't think it could get any worse," she said.
"Guess I was wrong. How can she call herself his wife?"
"It's probably because she's got the
legal documents to back up her claim."
Anne gave Rebecca a dirty look. "She
obviously doesn't love him. She's not going to worry about him being in a hell
dimension because she doesn't 'deal with the demon stuff?' What a�well, I don't
think bitch is a strong enough word,
but I'm too mad to come up with anything else right now, so it's what I'm going
with. What a bitch."
"Hey, she said that necklace is
Connor's?"
Anne frowned at her friend's sudden question
as her fingers went around the small silver cross. "Yes. Why?"
"Would you say it's got sentimental
value to him?" Rebecca asked.
"I think so. A friend of his in Ireland
gave it to him. He always wore it until he gave it to me right before he got pulled
through the portal. For luck, he said. Maybe he should've kept it on�"
"That should do," Rebecca said.
She walked over to the bedside table and picked up the phone.
"What are you doing?" Anne asked
as Rebecca began to dial a number.
"I'm calling a few contacts, seeing if
I can get the address of someone in town who can do what I want."
"Which is?"
"Tell us exactly where Connor is. Now
be quiet, it's ringing."
Anne grew silent as she waited for Rebecca
to make her calls, feeling a spark of hope for the first time since Connor had
disappeared.

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Anne and Rebecca had managed to sneak out of
the back of the Hyperion without anyone noticing. Rebecca had found someone who
could do what she needed, and Anne was willing to follow her. She was game for
anything that could bring her closer to getting Connor back.
"So what exactly are we doing
here?" Anne asked as they stood outside the door to the shop Rebecca had
taken her to. "Just so I know what's going on when we get inside."
"The woman who owns this place is a
powerful witch, specializing in interdimensional stuff. Kinda like your aunt Dawn,
just not really far away at the moment. She can do pandimensional
locator spells. I doubt she can pull Connor out of wherever he is, but she can tell
us where to look," Rebecca explained.
"Are you sure?" Anne asked.
"Pretty sure. I'm not guaranteeing it, but it's a good bet,"
Rebecca said.
"Worth a shot anyway," Anne replied.
"If we know where he is�"
"Then we can figure out how to reopen
that door and get him out," Rebecca finished for her. "Right now
it'll be like looking for a needle in an infinite number of haystacks."
"Right. So what are we waiting for exactly?"
"Nothing," Rebecca said, pushing
the door open. "Oi! Anyone in
here?"
A middle-aged woman with long dark hair dressed
in flowing clothes and an excessive amount of jewelry walked through a beaded
curtain. "Can I help you?"
"Are you Melissa?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes�and you are?"
"Someone who needs you to do her a
favor," Rebecca replied.
Melissa frowned. "I'm sorry, but I'm
not in the business of doing favors for strangers."
"In the mid 1990's, your boyfriend was
harassing you. He was going to kill you. A woman helped you with that�she's my
mum."
Melissa's eyes widened for a moment before a
smile crossed her face. "In that case, what can I help you with?"
"I need someone located. Got himself trapped in another dimension."
"Of course. Shouldn't take me long at all.
Do you have an item of the missing individual's that I can use to help focus on
his energy?" Melissa asked.
"Yeah. Anne, the cross, please."
Anne looked warily between Rebecca and
Melissa before unclasping her necklace. "Here. But�be careful with
it."
"I will, sweetheart," Melissa said
as she took the necklace from Anne. "Don't worry. I'll tell you where he
is very soon, I promise." She smiled. "I can tell you love him very
much."
"Yeah. I do."
"I'll be back in a bit. There's some
tea brewing in the back if you girls would like some," Melissa offered.
"We'll be fine," Anne said.
"Don't drink tea made by people I don't know. It's a long story, involves Krelulian Gack Beasts. Don't
really have time to give the details right now."
Melissa frowned. "Sounds�unpleasant.
Well, I'll be as quick as I can."
As soon as she had disappeared behind the
beaded curtain again, Anne turned to Rebecca. "You're using someone your
mom did a vengeance wish for?"
she hissed.
"Hey! She's good at what she does. Besides,
that was almost thirty years ago, and the guy was an ass anyway."
Anne sighed. "Sorry. I'm just�edgy. I
keep thinking about Connor, and where he is right now, and it�I can't take
it."
Rebecca put her arm around her friend.
"I know. But this will get us one step closer to finding him."
"I bloody well hope so." Anne
slumped against the wall, her arms crossed in front of her. She felt tired and
lost and she knew the only thing that could make it better was the one thing
she couldn't have�Connor. She knew without a doubt that wherever he was, he was
suffering. She could feel it in her blood, almost as if she could hear his
anguished cries. He was the other half of her soul�her mate�and he was in pain.
Anne looked up sharply when Melissa finally
reemerged. "Could you�?"
"Locate him? Yes." Melissa sighed.
"But I'm afraid the location I got isn't a pretty one."
"Well, he's in a bloody hell dimension," Anne said.
"Knew that much. Not like those are full of hugs and puppies."
"Well, true, but this one's not one of
the better ones�" Melissa replied.
"On a scale of one to ten with one
being fluffy kitties and rainbows and ten being fiery pits of eternal torment,
how bad is this one?" Rebecca asked.
Melissa frowned, pondering the question for
a moment. "Eight?"
"Is it worse than Quartoth?" Anne
asked.
"No�don't think any place is worse than
that," Melissa replied.
"How do you know about�"
"Because that's where he grew up,"
Anne replied. "So tell me where he is now."
Melissa's eyes widened at that. "Well�that's�I've
never heard of anyone surviving long in Quartoth, never mind actually getting
out. That's quite impressive indeed." She handed Anne Connor's cross as
well as a slip of paper. "This is the name of the dimension he's currently
stuck in. It's difficult to access from this plane. Not impossible�obviously�but
beyond my powers. I'm sorry I can't help you any more than this."
"This is more than I had a few minutes
ago," Anne said.
"If there's anything else you need that
I can do, don't hesitate to call again," Melissa said. "I owe Anyanka
my life."
"We'll let you know," Rebecca
said. "Thanks."
"You are quite welcome."
Anne put her necklace back on before giving
her thanks to Melissa as well and following Rebecca out of the shop. "So
what exactly did your mum do to her boyfriend?" she asked.
"Turned him into a
gerbil."
"A gerbil?"
"She wished for him to be a
rodent."
"And Anya went for a gerbil?"
Rebecca shrugged. "It's a rodent. Come
on, let's get back to the hotel, see what the others
can do with this new bit of information."
"Yeah," Anne agreed, clutching the
piece of paper tightly in her hand. She still didn't know how to get Connor
back home, but she was closer than she had been.
She had a name�

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Sorry for the posting delay. I got caught up
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