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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 (7/?)

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

"Thanks, Xander. Yeah, if anything changes I'll let you know. All right. Bye."

Willow hung up the phone, her face a picture of fear and concern. Leaning against the kitchen counter, she sighed heavily and tried to get a grip on her raging emotions.

"Argh! I can't *do* this!" the redhead groaned, dropping her head into her hands. This time, she didn't bother trying to fight the sobs that racked her small frame. Anger, pain, helplessness; every emotion she was feeling washed over her like a tidal wave, causing her to feel as if she were drowning. The only problem was she no longer had her lifeboats. Both Tara and her magic were gone and she suddenly felt very much alone.

"Shh Little Tree. Don't cry. Your pixie is fine, my sweet. She's just napping in a safe place, waiting for the light to awaken her and send her home." Dru's soft voice cut through Willow's misery, causing her to raise her tear-stained face and study the woman standing in front of her.

"Do you know where Tara is, Dru?" Willow asked. "If you know something, you need to tell me."

The dark haired woman giggled, shaking her head. "Everything has its place, every moment it's own time," she said quietly, leaning forward until she was practically nose-to-nose with the young hacker. "You mustn't do it, Little Tree. The fire won't stop if you do," she stated. "It shall burn and burn and the screams will sound like music." Then, she turned on her heel and practically floated out of the room, humming under her breath.

Willow stared at the spot the vampiress had been standing in before finally rolling her eyes in frustration, a frown filling her face. "Ok. And for those of us who *don't* speak crazy, what was *that* supposed to mean?" she muttered.

Suddenly, a scream came from the other room. Startled, the redhead ran back to the living room, only to freeze in the doorway, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Dawn was in the middle of the room, a white light surrounding her body. With wide eyes, Willow followed the beam to the ground, gasping as she realized that the teenager's feet weren't touching the floor. Then, she saw the blood.

"Oh Goddess," Willow breathed, quickly glancing around. Buffy was slumped against the far wall, obviously winded. There was a crack in the plaster just above her, a sure sign that the blonde had been thrown across the room.

Fred was standing in the corner, her eyes wide. The green-skinned demon was directly beside her, looking just as concerned. Gunn was in front of them, his weapon in his hands, prepared to protect his girl and friend from any harm.

Cordelia was currently making her way to Buffy, apparently going to check on the Slayer. However, her eyes kept darting from Dawn to Angel.

"We have to *do* something!" Willow yelled, trying to be heard over the loud humming noise that seemed to be emitting from the blinding light. However, she knew that no one there could hear her, save the three vampires with heightened senses.

Forcing herself to step further into the room, the redhead moved towards them, her mind trying to come up with a course of action. However, once she got a good look at the vampires faces, she knew that they already had a plan. So, she merely stayed where she was, watching them with wide eyes.

Moving as one, Angel and Spike began circling around Dawn, their faces full of concentration. Once they were across from one another, they began advancing on the unconscious girl, their game faces slipping on. They hadn't taken more than three steps before the light shot out, hitting them both in the chest.

The moment that the energy weakened due to its attack, Dru made her move. Pushing off against the wall, she jumped through the air, aiming for the teenager. Wrapping her arms firmly around Dawn's waist, she twisted so she would be the one to hit the ground. However, before gravity had a chance to kick in, the light expanded, engulfing the vampiress. Then, with a deafening roar, it disappeared, taking with it Dawn and the three would-be heroes.

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LA

Wesley stared at the piece of paper in front of him, his brow furrowed in concentration. Lindsey had drawn a crude replica of the interior of Wolfram and Hart and they were currently studying it, trying to find the easiest way into the virtual fortress.

"The book is kept in the basement, inside a vault. There are four armed guards standing directly outside the door, as well as some extremely powerful protection spells. On the *inside*, the book is locked inside a metal case, with six inch thick bars running from the ceiling to the floor, completely surrounding it," Lindsey explained, glancing sideways at the other man, trying to gauge his reaction.

The English man frowned, nodding. "So you are basically stating that retrieving the book is virtually impossible," he summarized.

The former lawyer sighed. "For someone who has no experience with this sort of thing, hell yes. But, for us..." he trailed off, not wanting to jinx them by claiming a premature victory.

Wesley raised an eyebrow, giving the younger man a once over. "Mr. McDonald, unless you have taken to stealing valuable texts or bank robbery, I'm afraid that we fall into the category of 'persons with no experience'," he said dryly. Sitting back on his couch, he closed his eyes.

"I meant you. Your little gang has broken into Wolfram and Hart on several occasions. Even when the senior partners believed the building to be impenetrable, you found a way in. This is no different," Lindsey stated.

The former Watcher opened his eyes. "The fact that you know about our 'break-ins', as you so eloquently put it, is a screaming example why I am *not* experienced at this type of task," he responded calmly.

Lindsey narrowed his eyes, growing exasperated. "So that's it? It's too hard so you're just giving up?" he exclaimed angrily. Rising to his feet, he shook his head. "Well, *I'm* not! I'm going to find a way into that building, even if I die trying!"

Wesley resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead sitting up. "I never said I wasn't going to attempt it. I was merely pointing out that we are definitely over our heads. Now, if you would please sit back down and refrain from any more temper tantrums, perhaps we can create a plan that *doesn't* insure our demise!" he snapped.

Before Lindsey could respond, the telephone rang. Frowning, Wesley glanced at it. "Who on Earth could that be?" he mused.

"Here's a thought. Why don't you answer it and find out," came the short reply.

Sighing, the English man picked up the receiver, placing it to his ear. "Hello?" His eyes widened when he heard the voice on the other end.

"Ah, Ms. Morgan. I take it you've reconsidered my offer?" he asked.

Lindsey gasped, his mouth hanging open in shock. Forcing himself to calm down, he listened to Wesley's side of the conversation.

"Yes, that sounds acceptable. Tonight, you say? Well, I'm not certain that tonight would be feasible....ah, I understand. Yes, of course they are quite busy. Very well. Tonight it is. No, that isn't necessary, I'll drive myself. Yes, thank you. I look forward to it as well. Good-bye." Smiling widely, he hung up the phone.

"Now, *that* was certainly interesting," the former Watcher murmured. Suddenly, he noticed the dark looks being sent his way. "Relax, Lindsey. I believe I just found a way into the building."

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Sunnydale

Tara was cold. Shivering slightly, the young woman began feeling around, trying to locate her missing blanket. Frowning in confusion when she failed to locate it, she opened her eyes, looking around. Suddenly, her current predicament came back to her.

Slowly sitting up, the blonde placed a shaky hand to her throat, checking for a pulse. Once she felt the telltale sign of her beating heart, she sighed, slightly relieved.

Forcing down the panic that she felt the witch waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. After a moment, she was able to make out some shapes.

She was lying on a mattress that had been placed on a concrete floor. The only other furniture to speak of was a small table directly beside her. However, resting on it was what appeared to be a candle and a pack of matches.

Hesitantly, she reached for the objects. It took almost three tries, courtesy of her shaking hands, but she finally managed to light the wick. Instantly, the room was bathed in the soft light and her anxiety lessened slightly.

Focusing on breathing evenly so she didn't hyperventilate, Tara continued to study her prison. There were no windows or vents, no way out save the large metal door across from her. Murmuring quietly, she tried a spell to see if perhaps she could open it magically. However, nothing happened.

Deciding that she needed to know the answer, the blonde focused on the candle, attempting to put the fire out. Once again, nothing.

Shaking her head, the young woman forced the abnormally depressing thoughts away.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. You see, your friends are a little busy at the moment," a voice suddenly stated.

Jumping, Tara looked around, trying to locate the source. However, no one was in the room besides her.

"W-Where are you? Show yourself!" she commanded, silently pleased that her voice only wavered slightly.

"I'm right here, Tara."

Yelping, the young woman turned, her eyes landing on who she assumed was her captor. He was leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets, eyeing her with a curious gaze.

"Who are you? What do you want?" she asked warily.

He laughed, slowly standing up straight. "Relax, Tara. You aren't in any danger," he assured her.

The blonde wanted to believe him. He didn't seem threatening. In fact, his entire persona screamed honesty and peace. Nevertheless, she had faced enough demons to know that looks could be extremely deceiving. Therefore, she merely gave him a disbelieving look. "If I'm not in any danger, let me go."

The man shook his head, still smiling. "Sorry. I can't do that right now," he answered calmly. "There are some things happening right now that can't be stopped. Until I'm certain that you won't get involved, you have to remain here."

"Who *are* you?" Tara questioned, even more confused than before.

"The name's Whistler."

******

Quortoth

Dawn moaned softly, trying to ignore the pounding in her head. Slowly, the memories began coming back.

Gasping, her eyes flew open and she struggled to sit up, her hands going to her neck. Fortunately, all she felt was a large scratch across her throat, the blood already drying.

Suddenly, the young woman realized that she couldn't move; someone was holding onto her. With wide eyes, she peered down at the pair of arms wrapped around her. Female looking arms. Following them, she felt pure terror wash over her.

Swallowing, the teenager began looking around, her eyes widening even further at what she saw.

The crumpled forms of Angel and Spike were lying a few feet away. However, beyond them was nothing. Just rocks, dirt and fire.

This time, she knew she wasn't dreaming.

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