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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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Anne had gotten dressed, but she hadn't left
the room. She couldn't face Connor and be subjected to more of his back and
forth behavior. Either he wanted to be with her, or he didn't. He couldn't have
it both ways.
Sure, Anne had never looked for any sort of
commitment in the past. If any other man she'd been with had told her all they
wanted was a temporary fling, she'd been thrilled. It beat trying to pry off
the clingy ones. But Connor was different. The demon was right. He was her
mate. She knew it as much as she'd ever known anything. She could feel it in
her blood. Connor was meant to be hers, and his rejection was tearing her
apart.
She understood that he had a wife. In any
other situation, that would've been something she'd stay far away from. She'd
never fancied herself a home-wrecker. But this home was wrecked before she'd
stepped into the picture. That much was obvious.
Anne knew she belonged with Connor. The fact
that he was legally connected to another woman was inconsequential. It was a
human tie, created by a human court, and those were easy to break. Not like a
bond between mates. She knew there was a prophecy involved in all of this, and
she and Connor were both a part of it. That meant that their union was
destined. Simple as that. Why couldn't he understand
it?
There was a knock at the door, and Anne took
a moment to discern by scent who stood on the other
side before she told them to come in. She wasn't in the mood to deal with
anymore of Connor's denials of what should've been blindingly obvious.
Cordelia stepped into the room slowly,
frowning at the sight of Anne sitting on the floor, her back resting against
the side of the bed. "Are you okay?"
"Just peachy. You?"
"I was actually heading out for lunch
and thought you might like to come to."
"I'm hiding from homicidal demons,
Cordelia."
"I know, but they won't attack now.
It's not time."
Anne quirked an eyebrow. "And when will it be time?"
"I don't know. I just know it's not
now."
"Aren't you the all-knowing Seer�"
"No one can know everything, Anne. It
would take all the fun out of the future."
"The last time I checked, being pursued
by demons who want you dead wasn't exactly on the 'fun' list."
"Hungry or not?"
Anne was hungry. And she wanted out of this
hotel. Connor was too close, and it was driving her crazy. She stood. "Just
let me put my shoes on, and I'll be ready to go."

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"So other than the fact that you're on
the run from horrible monsters trying to kill you, how are you liking
L.A.?"
Anne looked at Cordelia from over the top of
her drink. "Hate it. It's too bloody sunny. And I don't like palm trees.
They look�deformed."
"You haven't been seduced by the city
and feel the need to stay here forever?" Cordelia asked,
a teasing smile on her lips.
"Um, no. I will be quite happy when I can get back to
London."
Cordelia's smile faded,
her tone suddenly serious. "And what about Connor?"
Anne blushed, looking down to avoid Cordy's
eyes. "I don't know. I asked him to come back with me, but he said he
couldn't."
"You really want to be with him that
much? After only a couple of days?"
"Yes, I do. And I know it's crazy. This
isn't some teenage desire for star-crossed love or whatever. I'm not even sure
if I do love him. Haven't known him long enough. But I
know when I'm with him, I feel something strong. It tells me this is right, that with him is where I need to
be. And I know he feels it, too, even if he keeps trying to pretend it doesn't
matter."
Cordelia was quiet for a moment before she
asked, "Anne, how much do you know about Connor's past?"
"A little. Not much. I know an old rival of Angel's raised him
in Quartoth, and he came out all twitchy and vengeful. And I know Angel gave
him to Wolfram and Hart and let them give him new memories, but that ended
badly. He went to Ireland for a few years, and I assume it was after all of
that."
"Yeah, it was. The family that Angel
let Wolfram and Hart put him with wasn't a real family at all. They were
employees of the firm. After Angel broke his contract with the Senior Partners
by trying to stop the Circle of the Black Thorn, they turned on Connor, and the
woman who had been posing as his mother tried to kill him. He left after that,
did a little bit of soul searching, I suppose."
"And that led him to being a CPA in the
suburbs?"
"Connor wants something normal,"
Cordelia replied. "He's always wanted family, but after what happened with
Wolfram and Hart, he's really wanted to just forget everything about his life
before then. For a while, he got to be normal, got to just have a life. He has
two sets of memories, one happy and one full of pain and loss. And the ones
he'd rather be real aren't. He chose to marry Laura and live the life he has
now because he was trying to recapture what he had under the false memories. It
was the only time in his life he was really, truly happy."
"He's not happy now."
"No, he isn't. But he's not bringing
about the destruction of the world either."
"What do you mean by that?" Anne
asked with a frown.
"I think that's something Connor should
tell you about. When he's ready."
Anne pushed her food around on her plate
with her fork. "So are you telling me to stay away from Connor?" she
asked after a moment. "That I should just back off and let him be
normal."
"No, I'm not." Cordelia gave Anne
a small smile. "I probably should be, but I'm not. You're young, but I
don't think you're na�ve."
"I'm not. And really, I've never been
one for actual relationships. I'm a bit thrown that I want to be in one."
Cordelia chuckled, then
sobered again. "I'm going to tell you something, that I'm not sure I
should, but I think you should know. You're going to need it for what's coming.
I've been having visions. Well, flashes, really. Nothing
solid enough that I can really tell you anything useful, but I've seen you, and
Connor, and a baby. A little girl. I don't
think it's soon, but someday. And when I see it, there's this overwhelming
sense of love and happiness coming through. But I also know there's something
between now and then. It's not going to be easy. To get there, you and Connor
are both really going to struggle."
Anne swallowed. "And I suppose you
don't know any of what this struggling contains?"
"No. Just that things
are going to get worse before they get better."
"Great. Just what I bloody wanted to
hear," Anne replied.
Cordelia reached across the table, placing
her hand over Anne's. "But the important thing is that it will get better. I know that much. I
wouldn't be encouraging a sixteen year old girl to pursue a relationship with a
thirty-seven year old married man otherwise�" She pulled her hand back.
"So you do think I should stay with
him?" Anne asked softly.
"Nothing in heaven or hell could stop
you, Anne. You and I both know that."
Anne just gave Cordelia a small nod. She did
know that. Now if only she could convince Connor�

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"You're going back to London."
Anne stopped short in the Hyperion's lobby,
Angel's statement shocking her. "What? No I'm not!"
Angel came around from behind the front
desk, approaching Anne. "Yes, you are. I just got off the phone with your
parents a few minutes ago. They think that since the demons have followed you
here, that there's no reason for you to stay. I think that's for the best as
well."
"But I can't! The demons aren't just
after me." Anne turned slightly, noticing that Connor was leaning against
the desk. "Connor�"
"I agree with your parents and Angel.
You'll be safer there. The Slayers can protect you."
"I don't need anyone to protect me! I
can fight the bloody demons. And they're after Connor and me."
"All the more reason to separate the
two of you," Angel said. He added, almost under his breath, "As if
there needed to be more reasons."
Anne felt herself panicking. Cordelia had
told her that she and Connor had a future together. They couldn't make her
leave him now, not when she wasn't sure she'd gotten into his heart. "I
won't be any safer there," Anne tried to argue. "I've only been
attacked by three demons since I got here. There were a lot more in
England."
"And I'm sure there will be a lot more
here, too," Angel said. "That was just the first attack. They know
where you are now."
"And I can handle other attacks!"
Anne looked back at Connor, desperation in her eyes. "Connor, please. Tell
me you want me to stay with you."
Connor's heart and his head were telling him
to give two different answers. But he knew which one was the safest. "You
should go back home, Anne. It's where you belong."
Anne couldn't stand there and listen to
Connor tell her he wanted her gone. She felt the pain from his words as
strongly as if they'd been a physical blow, and she needed to get away before
she started to cry. She'd been too weak these past few days. Too many people
had seen her tears. She wouldn't add Angel to the list. She ran out the front
door of the Hyperion.
"Well, you two can be quite
insensitive," Cordelia said, her arms crossed in
front of her as she regarded the father and son.
"Cordy, she needs to go back to London.
She came here to try to hide from those demons, and it didn't work. She'd be
safer there," Angel said with a sigh.
"I know that. And I think Anne probably
knows that, too. But she's a sixteen year old girl who's falling in love. You
both could've been a little more sensitive to that. Especially
you, Connor. She crumbled when you told her to leave."
"I'm telling her to leave because I
care, Cordelia! Look, I know she has feelings for me. I have�feelings for her,
too. But I'm also married. And a lot older than her.
Nothing can come of this. It's better for both of us if she goes home where she
can be safe. From the demons and me," Connor said.
Cordelia knew it would take more than a
continent and an ocean to keep Connor and Anne apart. But she also knew Connor
wouldn't listen to that now, especially not from her. "I know, but have a
little sympathy for Anne. You're breaking her heart. You slept with her,
Connor, and now you're telling her to get out of your life. At the very least,
you could let her down gently."
Connor frowned. Cordelia was right. It was
just easier for him if he kept the most distance from Anne as possible, both
physically and emotionally. The second he let himself soften at all with her,
he was gone. She made him forget all that was wrong and just feel what was
right. But that didn't mean he should hurt her the way he had. "I'll go
talk to her," he said, heading towards the front door.
Once he was outside, Connor closed his eyes,
searching for Anne's scent. He found it easily enough, her scent already one he
knew he'd never forget. He walked in the direction it led him, hoping she
hadn't gone far.
Suddenly, Connor heard a scream, the sound
making his blood grow cold. He knew without a doubt that it was Anne, and his
only thought now was to get to her, to stop whatever it was that had made her
cry out in pain. He ran towards her as fast as he could, the scent of her blood
now mingling with that of her body.
Connor found Anne on the ground in a parking
lot, trying weakly to fight off a demon that had her pinned, its claws ready to
strike. Connor lunged with a growl, tackling the demon down on the asphalt and
away from Anne. He grabbed hold of its head, twisting hard and snapping its
neck. Three more demons leapt at him then, but Connor moved with inhuman speed,
quickly adding their bodies to that of the other.
As soon as the threat was gone, Connor ran
to Anne, kneeling beside her. She looked up at him, her eyes clouded over with
pain. "It hurts," she hissed, clutching her stomach.
Connor moved her arm, gasping when he saw
her wound. The demon had torn her stomach with its claws, and blood was
everywhere. He picked her up as gently as he could. "You're going to be
okay," Connor said, as much for himself as for Anne.
"I feel cold," Anne said, her
teeth chattering.
"Shh. Don't try to talk," Connor
said, heading back towards the Hyperion as fast as he could without jostling
Anne too much. "I'm going to get you patched right up. You're going to be
okay."
Anne nodded, her eyes drifting shut. Connor
shook her lightly. "No. Stay with me, Annie. I need you to stay with me.
Can you do that?"
Anne's eyes opened again as she looked up at
Connor. "Just keep those pretty blue eyes open for me, baby," Connor
said as he walked up to the front of the Hyperion. "I'll have you fixed up
as good as new before you know it."
Anne gave him a weak smile that quickly
turned into a grimace of pain. Connor kicked open the
front door, bursting into the lobby. "Angel! I need medical supplies now!"
Cordelia gasped at the sight of Connor
carrying the blood-covered girl. "What happened?"
"The demons attacked her when she was
on her own," Connor replied.
"Move her to a bed upstairs,"
Angel said. "I'll meet you up there with the supplies."
"Hurry," Connor said, already on
his way up the stairs. "She's lost a lot of blood." He brought Anne
into the room where they'd slept the night before, depositing her on the bed. He
knelt beside her, holding her hand tightly as he waited for Angel. "You're
going to be okay. You're going to be okay," he said with determination. She
had to be.
He couldn't live with anything else.

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