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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 (5/?)

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 e hae 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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LA

Lindsey watched Wesley nervously, not certain that approaching him had been such a brilliant idea. However, the former lawyer refused to let his emotions get the better of him. He forced his signature smirk on his face and promptly sat down beside the shocked English man.

Wesley stared at him, his face impassive. "You're going to help me?" he asked incredulously, not bothering to keep the disbelief out of his voice. "And, why, precisely, should I believe you? The *last* time you claimed you were going to help us, you ended up changing your mind and nearly got my friends killed."

Lindsey sighed, nodding. "I remember. However, it seems as if we've *both* done some things that we aren't proud of. Now, should I start pointing out *your* mistakes, or can we just get down to business?" he replied.

The former Watcher suddenly stood up, looking around. "All right. Where are they?" he demanded, his hand going to the handle of the knife he had tucked in his waistband.

The younger man frowned. "Where is who?" he asked. "What are you talking about?"

Wesley laughed hollowly, his eyes narrowing. "I will *not* be tricked, Mr. McDonald. I don't know what that *bitch* promised you, perhaps a chance at redemption with the firm. Quite frankly, I don't care." Raising his voice, he glared at the shadows that surrounded them. "Listen to me and listen well. It will be a cold day in *hell* before I join you, Lilah. I may have made a few errors in judgement, but I will *not* betray my friends any more than I already have!" he bellowed.

Lindsey swallowed nervously, rising to his feet. Taking a step away, he raised his hands in a sign of defense. Then, seeing the large knife that the other man held, he quickly put his arms down, not wanting to lose another hand.

"Well, I think you've made yourself quite clear, Mr. Price. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll just be going..." he murmured, stepping backwards.

"Ok, this has gone far enough. Wesley, you *really* need to work on those trust issues. And Lindsey, didn't we have *just* have a discussion about running away when things got too tough?" Whistler said, suddenly appearing behind the two men.

Wesley sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Turning around, he gave the short man a distasteful look. "Whistler," he spat, "I should have known. If Wolfram and Hart isn't behind something, you most certainly are."

Lindsey rolled his eyes, having heard enough. "Why don't you get over yourself for just a *moment*, Wesley. The Powers That Be needed two people who were so down on their luck, so completely and utterly hopeless, that they would do *anything* to redeem themselves. We just happened to draw the short end of the stick, ok? This really has very little to do with either one of us. Now, if you don't want to help, that's fine with me. However, I will *not* let you ruin my *one* chance at forgiveness because you were suddenly given a strong dose of the real world!" Once he had finished with his speech, the young man spun to face Whistler. "I wasn't going to run away," he objected, "I was just going to leave this *loon* before I lost another body part."

Whistler couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. "You're about to take on your former employer, who is *known* for their specialty in torturing those who've turned against them, and you're worried about what Wesley here might do to you? Boy, do you have *your* priorities out of order," he stated.

The former Watcher cleared his throat, drawing the attention back to himself. "Pardon me, I do hate to be a bother, but, could you perhaps enlighten me as to how this *creature* is supposed to assist me?" He gave Lindsey a dark look, his voice icy as he continued. "As you can tell, I despise you to the point that I no longer consider you a human being. Therefore, your little speech a moment ago meant nothing to me. You are a coward and do not deserve the opportunity to better yourself. In fact, I'm beginning to think that Darla made a definite error when she didn't kill you when she had the chance."

Lindsey face darkened as the words spoken to him hit home. However, to the surprise of all present, he gave a small smile. "You're probably right. I certainly thought so. In addition, I'm willing to bet that you thought the same about Angel. I bet you wondered why he didn't just rip your throat out and put you out of your misery," he said. Seeing the guilty look that crossed Wesley's face, he laughed harshly. "You see, Wes? We really aren't that different," he boasted.

The English man took a step towards the smug looking lawyer; the knife that he held clutched tightly in his hand. "I will *never* be like you. I would rather die first," he hissed.

"Ok, I think that's enough hostility for one day," Whistler suddenly spoke up, placing himself between the two men. "Now, seeing as how I'm not exactly supposed to be here, I'm going to make this quick. You two are *it*, understand? There isn't anyone else that the Powers can call on if you don't figure out a way to put aside your differences and work together. So, do whatever it is that you humans do to deal with your issues. Fight, drink, have sex, I don't care. Just figure out a way to get along long enough to get that book, go to Sunnydale, and help the good guys," he stated. As an afterthought, he added, "By the way, if you *do* decide on the sex thing, don't tell me about it. That's one image that I'd *never* get out of my head." He grinned, waving at them. "See you later, kids." Then, he disappeared.

Lindsey stared at the spot where the demon had stood for a few minutes, trying to collect his thoughts. Finally, he took a chance and looked at Wesley. "It's your call. I'm willing to help, but only if you stop with the insults," he said.

Wesley glared at him, trying to weigh his options. However, he knew that he really had no choice. It was either this, or spend the rest of his miserable existence hiding from the world in his apartment and consuming large amounts of alcohol. "Very well. Let's go back to my flat and discuss a plan," he agreed, walking away. Quietly, he added, "Although, I wasn't insulting you. Merely speaking the truth."

The former Wolfram and Hart employee rolled his eyes, quickly following him. "Well, *this* is going to be fun," he muttered. "Not only am I facing certain death, but my only companion is a bitter English man. And to think I thought my life had become boring."

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Sunnydale

Buffy couldn't believe night she was having. First, Angel had shown up asking for help to get son son back. The son that was a result of a one night stand with Darla. Then, she had left to clear her mind, only to return to find Drusilla, of all people, standing on her front porch and Angel using his game face to scare her sister into obedience. Now, Cordelia was saying that, not only could she *not* stake the insane woman who had tried to kill her on numerous occasions, but in fact, the evil vampiress was sent by the Powers That Be to help. With everything that was going on, the Slayer was beginning to think that her near-kiss with Spike was going to end up being the highlight of the evening.

Sighing, she allowed her mind to drift back to a few minutes before as she waited for an explanation for Dru's sudden appearance.

^ "I don't care *what* you say, Spike! 'Interview With A Vampire' was *the* best vampire movie ever made! Brad Pitt was *so* hot!" Buffy exclaimed, glancing at the blonde vampire walking beside her. They had just finished their patrol through Sunnydale and were on their way back to her house, when the subject of movies had been brought up.

Spike sighed, shaking his head. "Bloody hell, Slayer, do you even *know* what taste is? That movie was about as exciting as watching paint dry! Now, 'The Lost Boys', *that's* a great movie! It has humor, adventure, excitement..."

"Cheesy special effects, the *worst* script ever written, and holes in the plot big enough to drive a mack truck through!" Buffy interjected. Ignoring the glare being sent her way, she continued, "No, 'Interview' was *so* much better! I mean, when that little girl was dusted, I actually cried! Me! And I'm the Slayer!"

The former Big Bad smirked at her. "Yeah, well, you always *did* have a soft spot for the cute undead," he purred, suddenly stopping. They were just a few houses away from their destination and he wasn't quite ready to have their cheerful bantering end just yet.

Buffy stopped, turning to face him. "You're right," she admitted, walking up to him. Once she was close enough that they were almost touching, she whispered, "Too bad you aren't cute. I might have had a spot for you, too." Then, as she watched his jaw drop open, she giggled, winking at him.

Spike couldn't take it anymore. Growling softly, he grabbed her, pulling her against him. He peered down into her face, smiling seductively. "You sure you don't already, luv?" he asked, gently running his hand down the side of her face.

The Slayer took a deep breath, trying to find the inner voice that constantly preached about the wrongness of her feelings towards the chipped vampire. For once, there was nothing. All she could hear was the sound of her own heart, hammering away in her chest. Licking her lips, she stood on her tiptoes and closed her eyes, leaning towards him. "Spike," she murmured softly.

The blonde vampire couldn't believe it. He was actually about to kiss Buffy. She was about to kiss him. This time, there was no spell, or cattle prod, or anything else for her to blame afterwards. Holding her tightly, he lowered his head, his mouth inches from hers. Then, a sound reached his ears and his eyes flew open. Looking past the woman in his arms, his eyes locked onto the person standing on the Summers front porch. "Dru," he breathed.

Buffy's eyes shot open. Making a disgusted sound, she roughly pulled away from him, pain and anger shining in her eyes. "Dru?!" she snapped. "You called me *Dru*?!"

Spike shook his head, opening his mouth to explain. "Buffy, no!" he objected.

She took a step back, shaking her head. "Don't," she said, blinking back tears. "Don't you *dare* try to deny it! I-I trusted you and...Oh *God*, I was going to *kiss* you! What in the *hell* was I thinking? I should have known that this was some sick joke to you, that you didn't really care." As turned from him as her voice cracked.

The vampire sighed. "Buffy, please," he begged silently. "I wasn't calling you Dru."

She laughed hollowly. "Really? Gee, that's kind of funny. Cuz, from where I'm standing, that's *exactly* what you were doing! No, wait, let me guess. All of a sudden, she just crossed your mind, right? You couldn't help it?" she said, still refusing to look at him.

"Something like that. I was going to kiss you then I heard her voice," he explained.

Buffy rolled her eyes, finally turning to face him. "Oh, *please* Spike! Next, you'll be telling me that you saw her, too. What, did her visions and insanity rub off on you after all of those years spent together?"

He shook his head, his face unreadable. "No," he answered slowly. "She's standing on your front porch." ^

Blinking, the young woman realized that, during her trip down memory lane, a conversation had begun around her.

"I don't care what your bloody vision said! Dru is about as sane as Tara was after Glory took a little trip in her head!" Spike exclaimed.

Cordelia rolled her eyes, exhaling slowly. "I didn't say she was *sane*, you Billy Idol reject! I *said* that she wasn't as *insane* as she seems!" she snapped. Turning her head, she leveled a glare in Angel's direction. "I could use a little help here!"

The souled vampire sighed, looking from his Seer to his Childer and back. "I don't know, Cordelia. Spike has a valid point. Why would Dru pretend to be insane for all this time?" he asked. Seeing the evil look she was giving him, he shrugged, looking away.

"You'll have to forgive my daddy and Spike, my dear. They both tend to only hear and see what they wish," Drusilla suddenly spoke up, causing both the other vampires to gasp in surprise. She smiled, her gaze sweeping over her Sire and fellow Childer. "The other princess said I wasn't as insane *anymore*," she explained calmly. Then, the clarity was gone and she began humming softly, staring up at the sky.

"Thank you Dru!" Cordelia said, smiling brightly. Seeing the puzzled looks the others had, she stated, "The PTBs healed her, guys. Although she isn't completely *normal*, she does have a much better grip on reality. Of course, you both were wrong. She's never been as nuts as everyone thought."

Drusilla suddenly re-joined the conversation, holding a finger to her lips. "Shh," she whispered, "Mustn't tell all my secrets.

Buffy frowned, seeing the look that Spike was giving the vampiress. Suddenly, she stepped forward, drawing the attention to herself. "Well, as much as this has been, I think maybe it's time we found out just what in the *hell* she's doing here. I mean, we *really* don't need another vampire *or* someone else with visions," she announced.

Drusilla laughed, looking at the Slayer. "Don't worry, dear. I'm not going to take him back. He belongs to you. He always has," she soothed.

Angel's eyes narrowed, instantly knowing that she wasn't speaking about him. Quickly, he looked from his unusually silent childe to his first love, his eyes narrowing when he realized what was going on. "William," he growled darkly.

The bleached blonde sighed, covering his nervousness with indifference. "What, Peaches?" he asked. "And the name's Spike."

Cordelia shook her head, placing a hand on Angel's arm. "Now isn't the time, Angel. We have work to do," she said quietly.

Before Angel could respond, Buffy cleared her throat, crossing her arms over her chest. "Um, hello? Remember me? I asked a question. Think anyone could take the time to answer it?" she asked.

The former cheerleader nodded. "Of course, Buffy. But, I only want to say all of this once, so, I think we should go inside. That way, everyone is present."

Buffy shook her head. "No way. I am *not* inviting *her* into my home!" she stated, pointing towards Drusilla.

"Well, it's either that or they all come out here!" Cordelia replied. "Because, either way, she *is* helping us!"

The Slayer sighed heavily, trying to ignore the headache she felt beginning to form. "All right. But, if you even *think* about biting someone, you're dust. Got it?" Once the vampiress nodded her understanding, she muttered, "Dru, please come in." Then, she stormed into the house, nearly running into Willow.

The redhead stopped suddenly, looking at her best friend with wide eyes. "Buffy! Thank the Goddess you're home! I was just about to go find you!" she exclaimed.

Concern filled Buffy's face. "What's wrong, Willow?" she asked.

Willow swallowed, her voice shaking when she spoke. "It's Dawn. She went to sleep a little while ago. Then, she started having this nightmare and I tried to wake her up. But, she won't. Wake up, that is. She just keeps laying there, twisting and turning and crying."

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~ Dawn stared in horror at the scene before her. Steven was lying on the ground, blood seeping from a wound in his side. A man was standing over him, a cold look on his face. Stifling a sob, she crouched lower behind the large rock where she had been hiding for the last hour. However, she was frozen to her spot, unable to do anything but watch in horror.

"Stand up, son. You must learn to fight better than that if you are to defeat evil!" the man hissed.

Slowly, the now-teen age boy rose to his feet, wavering slightly. "Please father," he rasped, wincing in pain. "I'm injured. I need time to heal."

The older man shook his head, a disgusted look on his face. "You are pathetic. Do you really believe that a demon would give you a chance to catch your breath?" he demanded.

Steven shook his head, looking away. "No, sir," he whispered. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face his attacker once more, the pain he was in forgotten. He raised arms, his hands balled into fists. "I am ready."

Holtz laughed, shaking his head. "Do you really believe that? Do you honestly think that you have what it takes to destroy him?" he asked.

Without hesitation, the young man nodded.

"Very well. We shall see." Suddenly, he turned towards the boulder, a cruel smile on his face. "You can come out, now. I know you're there," he called.

Dawn gasped, her eyes widening. She briefly considered running, trying to fanotanother hiding spot. However, she knew that it was useless. So, taking a deep breath, she slowly stood, her eyes locking on the two men in front of her. One she had seen grow from a small child, developing a bond with him that was beyond her comprehension. The other one she had never met before. Yet, he scared her more than anything else ever had. Looking at him, she knew he was the face of pure evil.

The Destroyer frowned, not understanding. "Dawn, what are you doing here?" he questioned.

"I-I don't know," Dawn answered softly. "One minute I was talking with my friends, the next, I was here. I guess I fell asleep."

"You still look the same," the young man noted, taking in her appearance. "How?"

"It's because she isn't human, son," Holtz quickly spoke up. "She's a demon. Only demons don't age."

The former Key shook her head. "No! That isn't true! I...Well, ok, maybe the whole only demons don't age part *is* true. But, I'm not a demon!" she insisted. "Time just moves differently where I live! Remember, Steven? I already explained this to you."

"Don't listen to her, Steven. She's evil. Remember, the devil will show you many things you wish to see, but only for a price." Quietly, Holtz held out a knife, looking at the confused young man. "Now, prove that you are ready. Kill her."

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