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Summary: Eleventh in a series.
A/N: I am not intending to completely rewrite every part of every script, if there are parts missing just assume they went the same way they did in the show.
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"My god.---It's you.---Connor." Connor launches three more stakes at Angel, who ducks and rolls to avoid them.
"Angel!" Buffy tosses her sword, and Angel catches it out of the air as he rolls back to his feet. Connor tosses the stake launcher aside and swipes at Angel with the blade in his left hand. Angel parries the blow on his sword. Connor does a one-handed cartwheel, then flips up, kicking both Gunn and Groo in the chest in quick succession before landing on his feet in front of the counter. Buffy has positioned herself in front of Lorne and Fred, holding another sword in a guard position.
"Will you just stop for..." Connor spins back to swipe at Angel. Angel spins so that for a moment the two of them are standing back to back, parrying the blade in Connor's left with the sword in his right. "Can't we just talk about this?" Connor elbows Angel in the back, dropping him face first on the floor, grabs a hold of one of Angel's ankles and sends him sliding across the floor between his own spread legs. As he slides, Angel turns onto his back and catches the down swing of Connor's blade on his sword. "Wait!" Angel kicks both feet up into Connor's face, sending him flying into a backward flip. Connor lands flat on his back, but does a quick kip-up back to his feet. Gunn and Groo are also back on their feet, and together with Angel from a triangle around Connor as they all shift positions. "Okay. Everybody just calm down." Groo swipes at Connor and gets knocked back into the stairs. Connor turns and parries the swing Gunn aims at him then spins out of it into a punch at Angel, back around to punch at Gunn. He keeps spinning and kicking and punching at his three opponents in turn in rapid succession.
"Angel, if Peter Pan here doesn't stop..." Connor jump-kicks Gunn hard in the chest, then moves in for the killing blow. Before he can complete it, Angel hits him on the back of the head with the pommel of his sword, knocking him away from Gunn.
Angel drops the sword, and straddles Connor, hitting him with a hard right cross, then forcing the blade strapped to Connor's left wrist closer and closer to his own throat. The tip of the blade starts to dig into Connor's throat. Suddenly Angel's eyes widen. He rips the blade from Connor's arm and tosses it behind him, then slowly backs off, staring at his son. Cordy, still standing guard in front of Lorne and Fred, watches as Angel slowly offers his hand to help Connor up. But Connor only squirms back a little, then jumps to his feet and runs up the steps and out of the front doors of the Hyperion. Angel runs after him. Connor comes running out of the doors into the courtyard of the Hyperion. He runs from the shadows by the doors out into the bright sunshine.
"No!" Angel starts to back-pedal even as Gunn and Groo reach out to pull him back before he runs out into the sunlight himself. "Connor!"
"You're gonna fry out here, man! Come on." Angel watches Connor run out of the gates.
"We'll go." Gunn and Groo take off after Connor. Angel stands in the shadows by the door staring after them as Cordy comes running out. Connor has run out into the middle of the busy street and cars are honking, and swerving in an effort to avoid hitting him. Gunn and Groo stop at the side of the road, blocked from following by the erratic traffic. Connor has made it to the centre of the street and stands on the centre line, staring back at Groo and Gunn as cars pass between them, honking. A bus passes behind Connor and he takes off running, then scales up the back of it. Groo and Gunn watch him disappear down the street, crouched on top of the bus. Angel in the lead, everyone files back into the hotel.
"Okay, anyone get the number of that bus?"
"Seventeen. I'll call, see where it ends up."
"Let me check online. It'll be faster."
"That was it. That was it, Angel." Angel, pulling on his coat.
"No. No, it isn't. I'm gonna go find him."
"I mean the fight you just had. That was the vision I warned you about yesterday."
"You never mentioned Connor!"
"Because I only saw you."
"Angel? I hate to bring that up, but are we sure this was Connor? Just 'cause he said 'hi, dad'?"
"That was him."
"Couple of weeks ago he was wearing diapers. Now he's a teenager?"
"Tell me we don't live in a soap opera."
"Yeah, well, personally I'm less worried about the 'how he grew up' than the 'why he came back.'"
"He came back because he could. He found a way to escape that place."
"Yeah, well, that's a possibility. Here is another: you sure he said 'hi, dad' and not 'you're dead'?"
"He's angry and afraid. As soon as I get a chance to talk to him... Fred?"
"Seventeen goes all the way downtown. Ends up at Union Station."
"Okay. Look, I'm going underground. Somebody hit the surface streets." Angel starts away.
“Angel?” He turns back to face the owner of the voice. Buffy looks scared and vulnerable.
“What?” She waits, like she wants to say something but knows it won’t go down well.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t forget to hit the streets.” Angel runs off towards the basement.
"We got it, man."
"We will not fail---man." Gunn turns to look at Groo.
"Let's split up.” Cordy turns to Fred and Lorne “You guys start at the end of the line work your way backward..." Cordy trails off as the air above the Pentagram starts to crackle and hiss again. "Okay. That can't be good."
"I'm guessing the dimensional rift from Quor-toth must still be open?"
"Yeah. So, what-what's say we close it up before anything else slithers, skitters or slides out of there."
"Amen to that."
"Princess, perhaps your newfound powers can seal it shut." Cordy pauses.
"Can't hurt to try." She steps into the middle of the Pentagram and lifts her hands to point at the air above her.
"I command you: Close!" The air continues to crackle and Cordy turns away. "Okay. I got nothing."
"Well---I-I might know a guy, who knows another guy."
"Is it dangerous? Gunn and I can protect you."
"Well, no. It's not dangerous, it's just awkward. This guy is all hands. I mean, all hands, like fifty of them. Anybody fluid in sign language?"
"You know, we can't all walk out of here when we have a cosmic crack hanging over us."
"Then I will stay” Groo picks up a sword. “and guard the hotel."
"I'm with him.” She turns to Gunn and Fred. “You two hit the streets. Lorne..."
"Already gone."
“Buffy why don’t you…Buffy?” The group look round trying to find the small blond Slayer but she has completely disappeared. Cordy shrugs and everyone heads out as Cordy gets herself a sword to join Groo on his watch.
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It’s late at the Hyperion when Angel stumbles in. Cordy rushes to his side.
“Oh god Angel what happened?”
“It doesn’t matter, nothing a usual day at the office can top.” He looks around at the assembled group. “Where’s Buffy?”
“She disappeared.”
“What!”
“The portal crackled and we got distracted then when we got undistracted she was gone.”
“That’s it. Gone!” Angel is wandering round trying to figure it out.
“That’s it.”