Connor lovers

Fic Update: More or Less- Blood That Glows

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 01:32:26 GMT

Title: More or Less- “Blood That Glows”

Rating: R (for sexual content)

Author: Strange Bint

Pairings: Spike/Faith, Angel & Connor

Summary: Chapter on long standing Spike/Faith & Connor Centered Spin-off. Connor and Faith are both getting older and Spike and Angel have different opinions on that than they do. They are all working together on The Re-risen Sunnydale accept when Angel and Spike are bickering. Connor and Faith just fight themselves, as Faith dreams of murdering Buffy and Connor thinks about blood.

Note: More Willow/Kennedy and Buffy coming soon.

Link to Current Chapter: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1686502/38/The_Forget_Me_Not_Series

Link to Facts about this Fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4391445/1/Basic_Facts_About_FGMNMore_or_Less_FaithFic

Link to You-Tube Opening Credits: http://youtube.com/watch?v=VIUqUeCbBBk

The Nyazian Prophecies 2x17

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 08:08:27 GMT

Episode 2x17 of The Nyazian Prophecies is now up at nyazian.

Nothing Important Happened Today

One night can change the course of a life. Connor and his friends will have such a night.

The Destroyer

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 05:22:58 GMT

Episode 2.12 of the virtual Connor spin-off "The Destroyer" is up now at orlon_window

"Maelstrom"

To read this series from the beginning, go here: "Welcome to L.A."

The Nyazian Prophecies 2x16

Thu, 29 May 2008 20:59:43 GMT

Episode 2x16 of The Nyazian Prophecies is now up at nyazian.

Into That Good Night

Oni is forced to confront harsh reality when Crawford reveals the damage done by his transformation is more than skin deep.

Spike/Connor

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 03:45:14 GMT

Title: Family
Author: korihime AKA shiny_glor_chan
Fandom: Angel: After The Fall
Character(s): Spike, Connor
Pairing(s): Spike/Connor
Notes: Issue #3 of After The Fall sparked this. What really sparked this was Angel's comment on his son and grandchilde. 'And it wasn't completely of Connor and Spike being Hollywood's new it-couple. Really, it wasn't.' It sounded SO gay, and I felt the need to slash these two. ^-^;; The Spuffy fangirl in me was sedated, so this could happen.
Warnings: I haven't written anything (other than one crack drabble) for Buffy or Angel for YEARS, so I think that deserves some warning. :/ I feel like my Spike voice is off, and that disappoints me...

“I’m starting to run out of room, Spike,” Connor said as he entered Spike’s bedroom, flopping onto the bed.

Spike glanced over to the boy who had just sprawled out next to him. “Your point?” Spike asked as he stretched his arms over his head. “I already do rounds for you.”

Connor glared a bit at Spike before rolling onto Spike, straddling his waist. “You know what I mean,” Connor said, looking Spike in the eye.

“Yeah, yeah. You want me to let you rent out my basement to your ‘family,’” Spike drawled, making air quotes when he said family.

“It would help, yeah,” Connor answered.

Spike rolled his eyes before shoving Connor off himself then straddled him, reversing the positions. “Now, I’ll be taking my reward for doing this,” Spike said with a grin, before capturing Connor’s lips in a heated kiss that Connor returned fervently.

When they broke the kiss, Connor panted for air while Spike grinned. Spike rolled off the bed, about to leave the room. “You would have said yes either way,” Connor said as he caught his breath, stopping Spike in the doorway.

Spike turned his head towards Connor. “Yeah, I would have. That’s what heroes do,” he said with a cocky grin before turning to leave.

Connor snorted and left to tell the ‘family’ they would have more room soon.

The Destroyer

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 06:29:09 GMT

Episode 2.11 of the virtual Connor spin-off "The Destroyer" is up now at orlon_window

"Hotspot"

To read this series from the beginning, go here: "Welcome to L.A."

The Nyazian Prophecies 2x15

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 17:07:38 GMT

Episode 2x15 of The Nyazian Prophecies is now up at nyazian.

Unconventional Means

Flying Demon Monkeys has a table at a Comic Convention. But mysterious occurrances make Andrew face his past as a villain... And his future as a Watcher.

The Ultimate Charm Fansite has moved!

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 06:13:28 GMT

http://www.vincent-kartheiser.org/mos/Frontpage/Itemid,1/

OMG! A "More or Less" Fic Update!

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 16:09:57 GMT

More or Less: Let Go

Link to Chapter:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2025615/21/More_or_Less_Same_as_it_Ever_Was
Link to Entire Fic:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1686502/1/The_Forget_Me_Not_Series

Rating: R

Pairings: Buffy/other, Giles/other

Summary: (A Buffy in England Chapter) Buffy thinks about returning to Sunnydale or having a future in England. Giles is confronted with his past, present and future. What’s it like to be a Slayer and a woman? What’s it like to be Giles as a Watcher and an old man?

Notes: This is a chapter of a very long series. (See Links above &below) Buffy had to jump dimensions to avoid The First. Buffy inexplicably returned to this dimension and feeling dazed went to stay with Giles in England and only told Spike and Willow of her return. Faith and Spike continue to guard the Sunnydale Hellmouth. This chapter features Buffy's life in England as she struggles to find her purpose in a world she has been thrust back into…again.

Warnings: Sex, Het, Giles orgy talk, horror, dark magic(k), Ripper moment

**Faith, Spike, Connor, Angel, Willow, Kennedy and Dawn may not be in this one chap, but they are a key part of the whole story so this is posted to all interested communities.

Link to Chapter:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2025615/21/More_or_Less_Same_as_it_Ever_Was

Links to Entire Fic:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1686502/1/The_Forget_Me_Not_Series

The Nyazian Prophecies 2x14: Guilt

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 20:16:24 GMT

Episode 2x14 of The Nyazian Prophecies is now up at nyazian.

Guilt

Connor has made many mistakes in his life. One of the biggest was holding twelve people hostage in a sporting good's store. Now he must pay for his crime.

The Nyazian Prophecies 2x13: Cracking Up

Fri, 04 Jan 2008 08:40:37 GMT

Episode 2x13 of The Nyazian Prophecies is now up at nyazian.

Cracking Up

As the darkness of Quortoth presses in on this world, a side of Salome will emerge none have seen before. And it could mean death for her friends.

The Destroyer

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 13:39:22 GMT

Episode 2.10 of the virtual Connor spin-off "The Destroyer" is up now at orlon_window

"Saturday Night in the City of the Dead"

To read this series from the beginning, go here: "Welcome to L.A."

Custom Figure: "The Price"/"A New World" Connor

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 04:42:27 GMT

The continued quest for the perfect Connor figure! This one is my favourite of all of my attempts. This is also one of my favourite Connor outfits EVER... Probably because "normal" Connor wore some pretty boring outfits.

Reference:

Connor is made from a Peter Parker (Spider-Man) body and a Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil) head. I sanded down the pants (I <3 my new Dremel) and the hair. I resculpted the boots, pants, shirt, string of teeth, hair and various weapons. He has articulation in the neck and elbows.

Connor's arm mounted blade is EVILNESS PERSONIFIED. It must have broken about a dozen times while I was painting. But I love it. I think this figure turned out great. I really think the Leon head is the best Vincent Kartheiser likeness I've found so far. Since it looks like Connor will never been officially figured, I'm happy with this.

The Nyazian Prophecies 2x12: Tempus Fugit

Tue, 18 Dec 2007 06:16:48 GMT

Episode 2x12 of The Nyazian Prophecies is now up at nyazian.

Tempus Fugit

In their attempt to stop Jasmine's followers, Connor and Jamie are caught within their resurrection spell. They find themselves somewhere very familar... The Hyperion Hotel in May 2003.

Another Connor Custom

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 01:39:07 GMT

I have made yet another Connor custom to go in my growing collection (This will be my fifth, I think. Sadly, I think there are only about seven in the whole Buffy custom fandom... Which does include mine). This one is a little different. Over at the BtVS Figs Forum, there's a lady named Shivi who creates adorable little Mini-Figures. She posted a tutorial on How to Make One. I decided to try my hand at them and make a Connor.

Connor was fully sculpted and painted by me. I think my personal favourite bit is the axe that's almost the same size as him. His hair is actually longer than it looks in the picture, but it kind of blended into the background. Connor suffered the indignity of getting a bit burnt in my oven (which happened at one-thirty in the morning! I was terrified by family was going to wake up and yell at me). The figure itself was save-able (the paint covered up the burn), but I had to redo the base and the axe. From now on, I'm sticking to the boil cure, even if there's no plastic in the figure.

Connor Custom Action Figure

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 20:31:25 GMT

I'm a big fan of the Buffy/Angel figures and I'm very disappointed the only hint of Connor we've gotten is as a baby with Vampire Angel. As awesome as Buffy, Willow, Angel and Spike are, I'm so mad we've got about ten of each of them and not a single non-baby Connor. So I spend quite a bit of time trying to make Connor customs. I'm still on the search for the perfect likeness.

Connor Reilly from "Origin"

Connor is made from a MAC Xander body and a Malcolm Reynolds head. I resculpted the hair, shirt and pants. While I like him a lot, the likeness doesn't quiet work. It's just such a great likeness of Nathan Fillion, it didn't really work for me. But it was a fun attempt. He has articulation in his arms only.

Holiday Faith Fic a Thon!!

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 02:48:20 GMT

Please all join The Faith-Holiday-Fic-a-thon crappy_gifts . It’s a Holiday based Faith Lehane Fic-a-thon and More! So, we know our little (or better yet big grown-up) hot-bad-ass likes Christmas. She hung the lights in her dingy motel room, bought Buffy and Joyce "crappy" gifts, and stayed with Joyce on Christmas night while Buffy left her alone (that bitch!) So, I want to do a quick holiday, Christmas, Chanukah/Hanukah, Kwanza, New Year’s Eve fic-a-thon for her. I'm sure she'd take any holiday she could get because, hey, a high-school-drop-out, ex-con, child of an alcoholic, Slayer can't be picky. So, here this goes...Or tries to. I've never run a community or fic-a-thon in my life. So, I'm just having a give-it-a-try-theme. Rules are very easy. All ‘ships welcome. You can also post old holiday fics, just request, or discuss.

The Nyazian Prophecies 2x11: Semper Fidelis

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 09:40:11 GMT

Episode 2x11 of The Nyazian Prophecies is now up at nyazian.

Semper Fidelis

Connor discovers not all of Jasmine's followers abandoned her when the spell was broken. He must deal with the guilt over their devotion and discover their plans to resurrected their goddess.

(Also available in the community is my Audio Commentary for the story)

You-Tube Credits for Fic

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 18:31:19 GMT

You-Tube Credits for my Faith Spin-Off!!

Awesome Credits for “More or Less”, my Giant Post-Chosen Faith Spin-off :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIUqUeCbBBk

By The Greatly Talented Vidder J-dos:

http://different-light.net/fanvids/buffyvids2/

Comments Please!

The actual fic “More or Less” can be read here:
http://strangebint.com/forgetchapters.html

Will be updated Soon!

Fic- Harvest fair

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 03:22:50 GMT

Harvest Fair
Author – D.M. Evans
Disclaimer – not mine, all rights belong to Mr. Whedon, et al
Pairing – Dawn/Connor
Rating – FRMAO
Time line – post series
Summary – Things heat up at the apple festival

follow the yellow brick fake cut

The Destroyer

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 03:46:00 GMT

Episode 2.09 of the virtual Connor spin-off "The Destroyer" is up now at orlon_window

"It's an Ordinary Life"

To read this series from the beginning, go here: "Welcome to L.A."

FIC--Next Time Around Chapter One

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 04:51:18 GMT

Next Time Around
Adjovi
Disclaimer – I own nothing
Rating – Mature
Pairing – Angel/Spike implied
Summary – Father/son bonding fic; after the big fight in the alley, what is left of the Fang Gang heads to Rome to meet up with the Scoobies
Author’s Note – the A/S is really mild...told from Connor's perspective. This story has 8 chapters, dependant upon interest, will post the remainder....

Chapter One

It was a few months after the big fight when he felt him for the first time. His body tensed, a natural reaction to a predator, and the fine hairs at the nape of his neck stood at attention. He had just staked two vamps and the dust was swirling around his feet. Adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and his hand automatically tightened around the stake he was holding. He turned slowly, almost afraid to scare him away, and revealed…nothing. There was nothing there. He ran over to the spot where the scent was strongest, but even that was fading. He had not been watching long. But, it was his scent just the same. Angel.

This became a pattern. He would go on the hunt, looking for vamps, demons, whatever. And he would feel his father watching him. Once, he even got a fleeting glimpse of a retreating black trench coat, a quick swirl into the inky darkness of night. But he never stayed long enough to talk, always leaving before Connor could follow, and never leaving in the same direction. Knew how good of a tracker his son was.

This went on for a few weeks and Connor grew increasingly frustrated. He wanted to talk to Angel, to find out how the big drag-down went, why he was here. And yet, part of him didn’t want to talk to him at all, wanted a separation from that life. He wasn’t yet willing to acknowledge the hypocrisy of this seeing as he still went out on patrol almost nightly. Nonetheless, Angel’s presence made adjusting to his two lives all the more difficult. Once after dusting a vamp he ran over to where Angel had been standing, calling out after him. His voice startled some birds that were nested down in a tree nearby, but Angel didn’t return.

One night was rougher than usual. Three vampires shouldn’t have given him that much trouble, but these vamps seemed organized somehow, like they’d trained together for years. Connor realized numbly they probably had. They were drawing him out, hitting him from all sides, confusing him. He was blindly thrashing about, knowing he was playing into their hands but unable to stop himself. Then, the world went black as the big one on his left found an opportunity and whacked him over the head.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Angel was cradling him in his lap, looking down at him with concerned eyes. “Connor?”

He wrenched himself awkwardly away. “So. You survived.” He was aware that his voice was flat. He was working hard to keep it that way.

Angel was standing as well, wiping his hands on his knees. “Yeah…we made it.” He looked at Connor, trying to read him.

“Well, good.” He turned to leave, stopping when he felt Angel’s hand on his arm. “What?” He tried best to channel his inner teenaged-snit.

“Nothing…I…nothing.” Angel had turned his back, ready to walk away.

“Wait…” The response had come unbidden. Angel had halted, his back towards him, waiting. A long minute spooled out and Connor didn’t know what to say. “I’ll see you around.” He turned himself in anticipation for his own retreat. He felt Angel’s eyes on him, full of questions. “I have an early class,” was all he offered in explanation before walking off into the night.

He could have imagined the “be careful” he heard as he left.

He finally decided to track him down, find out where he was staying. Apparently, Angel had found the Tropicana Lodge to be within his budgetary limits. Connor waited until just after sundown, figuring the vampire would have vacated the room by then. He hesitantly approached room 217, and after steeling his courage, knocked on the door. No one answered. He twisted the knob, finding it locked. He used a bit of his strength to yank the door open.

The room was darkened, the thick drapes pulled tight against any offensive sunlight. He was instantly drawn to the bed where the smells were the strongest. He caught the smell of the other, the one he had sensed on Angel. The near side of the bed was teeming with his scent. Male. Vampire. Whiskey and cigarettes. The other side revealed Angel’s own musky odor. Father. Family. Home. And overlaying all of this, the thick unmistakable twin-essences of blood and sex. He looked at the bed appraisingly, noting the covers in wanton disarray and pillows shoved into the headboard in haste. He snorted his disapproval. Vampires in paradise.

He looked around the room again, taking in the dank interior. The curtains were an ugly plaid, ripped and bloodied clothes pooled at the foot of the bed and soiled bandages and gauze threatened to overflow the wastebasket. Not exactly paradise, then.

He began snooping in earnest, pulling open drawers that revealed nothing more than the standard issue Gideon Bible. Apparently, they were living out of their bags. He pulled out Angel’s duffel, not sure what he was looking for, drawing out a small leatherbound journal. The notes were scanty, mainly the details for some demon or another, but most of the pages were filled with quite skillful drawings. He stared at the pictures of his former life: Wesley, Fred, Gunn, Cordelia. Darla in repose, hand on swollen belly. A baby, eyes wide and smiling. A baby. He put the journal back down, only to reclaim it once he saw a few photos had been shoved into the binding. The first one revealed a smiling Wesley and Cordelia with a slightly abashed Angel. They all looked very happy. The second was what looked inexplicitly like a prom photo, a small blonde clinging to an Angel in a tux, smiling under an archway of balloons. He stared at the third photo for a long time. Angel was holding a small baby, gazing down at him with a look of wonder and adoration. The baby had curled a small chubby fist around an offered forefinger, and was returning the look with complete trust and love. Connor hurriedly shoved the photos back into the binding and threw the journal back into Angel’s bag, kicking it back under the bed. He gave the room one last glance before heading out, knowing that Angel would be aware of his visit. That was the point, really.

When he went on patrol the next night, he found Angel waiting for him. He was casually chatting up two vampires who were laughing about how easy college towns were, what with the drunk kids wandering late at night. As soon as he sensed Connor approach, he dropped the pretense, flicking a wrist-stake and driving it home, simultaneously pushing the other vampire towards Connor’s waiting stake.

“So, you found us.” Angel’s forehead was furrowed, and he was eyeing Connor expectantly. He had showered recently, masking the scent of the other under Irish Spring and shampoo. “What were you looking for?”

A father. He nonchalantly brushed dust off of his shirt and let the question go answered. “You staying here, then?”

“For a little while, anyways.” He was regarding Connor carefully, choosing his words. “You want me to leave?”

Connor shrugged. “I don’t care.” He looked at Angel, really taking in his appearance for the first time. He was thinner than he had remembered, his clothes were dirty and he saw faint traces of bruising around his left eye. “Who is he?”

Angel looked thrown by the question, and ducked his head in embarrassment. He stumbled to answer. “He’s…he’s family. Don’t worry about him.”

Connor quirked an eyebrow, finding himself thrown. “He know about me?”

“No.” So, he was only here for Angel then.

“Does that make him related to me?”

“No.” The answer was quick, but then Angel thought about it more carefully, his eyes faraway. “I don’t know, actually. Maybe.” He looked at Connor for a long beat as if giving him a cursory medical exam. “You ok, then?” When all he received in response was a shrug, he pressed on. “Would it be easier for you, if we left?”

Yes. “No.” He scuffed the ground with a sneakered toe. “I don’t know.” He looked at his father, taking in the pained expression on his face. This was hard for Angel. Hard for him, too. He had so many questions he needed to ask, but couldn’t bring himself to voice a single one. “Look, I’d better get going.”

“Yeah, ok.” Angel ran a hand through his hair. Connor noted that it was longer, curling a bit at the ends where it met his neck. “Look, Connor, if you need anything…” He opened his hands in supplication, offering him the world. “Well, you know where I’m staying.”

Connor simply nodded before heading off into the darkness. He knew Angel didn’t follow, had stayed rooted in the spot for awhile, watching him leave.

The other was waiting for him when he came out a few nights later. He remembered him, had met him during his grand tour of Wolfram and Hart. The blonde oozed bravado and confidence, in stark contrast to his father’s studied calm. He was leaning on a tombstone, cigarette dangling offhandedly from his fingers. “So, you’re the one who keeps putting Broody’s panties in a bunch, yeah?”

Connor approached him warily, clutching the stake tightly in his fist. He merely shrugged. “Don’t know about that.”

“Sure you do.” His eyes were gleaming, making him look like a mischievous little boy. He hadn’t bothered to shower, and Connor caught Angel’s scent all over him. He leaned in towards Connor as if to scent him himself, and Connor saw the healing scars of bite marks just under his collar that were clearly made by a vampire. By Angel. He tracked Connor’s gaze and pulled the collar up, defensive. “What were you looking for, snooping around in our room, then?”

“Just wanted to see where Angel was staying.” He hopped up onto a nearby headstone, feet swinging and bouncing off of the marble. “Wasn’t looking for anything in particular.”

The other narrowed his eyes in disbelief. “So, what’s the big deal with you, anyways? Peaches totally shut down when I asked him, wouldn’t let me come and find you.” He took a puff off of his cigarette. “I had to wait until he was otherwise occupied.”

“Where is he?” Connor flipped the stake end for end, catching it perfectly each time.

The other shrugged. “Otherwise occupied.” He was watching the stake flip over. “So…” he rolled his hand outward, encouraging elaboration.

“So…what?” Flip. Catch. Flip. Catch.

“So…who are you? And why does Angel go into a funk every time he comes back from stalking you? Or whatever he does.”

“Connor.” Flip. Catch. “We met before. At Wolfram and Hart.” Connor looked off to left, as if remembering. “Spike, right?”

The other drew his head back, slightly smiling. “Yeah…that’s right.” He looked at Connor, as if considering him for the first time. “You the one who fought a Granok, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He hopped back off of the headstone, shoving his stake into his back pocket. “Look, I need to go. Need to patrol.”

Spike had stood as well and closed the space between them. “I already dusted a vamp tonight, prolly won’t be another.” He took a step closer. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”

Connor reflexively took a step back, almost tripping over a short headstone that jutted out of the ground. He wobbled a bit, and the other shot out a hand, steadying him. Connor shook him off as if the touch burned, catching the other’s wounded look. “Nothing to tell.”

“Right.” He stepped forward again, almost bringing him nose to nose with Connor. “S’what Angel said as well.” His eyes were hard, menacing. “But what I’d like to know is why we’re hanging our hats in this one-horse town while the fires of our apocalypse are still burning in L.A.?”

Connor tried to return the harsh gaze. “I. Don’t. Know.” He backpedaled another step. Then another.

Spike sighed and shook his head. “Whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “Not like I care what Captain Forehead is thinking.” The denial was such that Connor knew he worried on exactly what Angel was thinking. “Just curious, is all.”

Another step back. “Why don’t you just leave, then?”

Spike seemed thrown by the question, as if he hadn’t considered it before. “Dunno.” He pulled out another cigarette, holding out the pack for Connor and putting it away when the boy refused one. “Guess someone has to look after him, put a foot up his arse when he needs it. Which is all the time, by the way.”

Connor nodded and gave him a slight smile. He looked off in the distance, then back at the vampire. “I really better get going." Another step back. "I’ll see you around.”

Spike blew out a puff of smoke. “Yeah.” He made no move to follow.

When he returned to the graveyard the following night his father was there, again, waiting . He was alone, perched a top of a tombstone that read “Mills”. He tensed at Connor’s approach, swinging long legs onto the ground. “So…you met Spike.”

Connor shrugged. “Met him before.”

Angel nodded. Connor noticed the fresh bruises on his face, the bite marks on his neck that he tried to hide beneath his collar. Also, he had again showered very recently. “He’s curious about you.”

Connor leaned back onto a tombstone. “Why don’t you just tell him?”

“Thought it would be safer.” Angel leaned back as well, mirroring Connor’s pose. “Thought you’d want it that way.”

Connor quirked an eyebrow. “Safer? What with you being here?” He felt a small twinge of regret when Angel flinched. “I mean, obviously Wolfram and Hart know about me…”

Angel grinned at him. “Don’t have to worry about them anymore. At least for a little while, anyways.”

Connor tilted his head, curious. “So, you won, then?”

His father gave him a sad smile. “Well, more like put them out of commission for awhile. They’ll never truly be gone, though. They exist in many different dimensions. We just shut down the earthly hub for a bit.” He shifted, crossing one leg over the other. “But, unfortunately, I have other enemies out there who would love to know who you are, be able to use that against me.”

He was vaguely aware he was nodding slowly, not really looking at Angel. He was trying to take all of this in, gauging whether or not he should start with the questions that maybe he didn’t really want the answers for. Probably wasn’t going to be a better time. “So…who’d you lose?”

Angel’s face tightened a bit, and emotion flooded his eyes. He swallowed and cleared his throat before answering, his voice thick. “Wesley.” He blinked several times. “Gunn’s still in ICU, probably never going to walk again. And, a blow to the head has left him blind.”

“Jesus, dad!” The name had spilled out uncontrolled, and Connor hardly noticed. But he knew that Angel had. “It was suicide! I told you they would destroy you!”

“And I told you that as long as you were ok they couldn’t.” Angel rubbed a hand tiredly over his face.

“What about the others? Fred? ‘Cause I’m guessing that blue demony girl I met at Wolfram and Hart wasn’t her.”

Angel sighed. “Illyria.” Off of Connor’s confused look he clarified. “Ancient demon god who infected Fred’s body.” He looked down. “Destroyed her soul. Fred’s been gone for awhile now.” The pain was still obviously fresh from this loss.

“Jesus.” Connor shook his head in disbelief, then straightened his shoulders, bracing himself for the big question. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and soft. “And Cordy?”

Angel’s expression left no doubt that the wounds hadn’t even begun to heal on this one. The pain was so evident in his eyes that Connor actually gasped. It was a long minute before he could speak, his eyes wet with unshed tears. “She never woke up, Connor. We lost her…”

Connor stared at his father, unable to speak himself in the face of such raw grief. “God, I’m so sorry…”

Angel just nodded, unable to meet Connor’s eyes. He gestured off into the night. “Well, I’d better get…”

“Yeah, me too…” Connor spoke simultaneously. He wasn’t able to answer before his father took off into the night, Angel’s anguish obviously too much to handle in the presence of another.

A few nights later he was back fighting a slow lumbering demon and was just about to deliver the killing blow when another demon suddenly appeared, apparently defending its mate. The blow to his knees caught Connor unawares, and he was flipped onto his back. A pale hand was extended towards him, and he accepted the help and righted himself. He and Spike then fought side by side, parrying advances and quickly dispatching the second demon.

After the fight was over Spike leaned back against a tombstone and lit up a cigarette, taking in Connor with a long look, watching as Connor wiped a small smear of blood from his eyebrow with his thumb. “So, its true then?” When Connor looked as if he would speak, he cut him off. “And if you even begin to say ‘what’s true?’ I’m going to tear your neck out, never mind that I told Peaches I wouldn’t.”

Connor stared at the other vampire, noticing the blood that streaked the white of one eye, the split bottom lip, and the long scratches across his cheek that were made by human-looking fingernails. What the hell were they doing to each other? He decided he probably really didn’t want to know. He shrugged. “Yeah, its true.”

“Its bollocks, is what it is. Sorry to be the one to break it to you, mate, but Angel’s having a bit of a piss with you.” He shook his head. “Don’t know what kind of games he’s trying to play at here, but its just not bloody possible. Vampires can’t have children. Not human children, at any rate.”

Connor sighed and sat down on a near stone. “Don’t know what to tell you, but they did.”

Spike barked out a short laugh. “How can you buy into that crap, slim?
First off,” he tapped his chest for emphasis, “we’re dead. Life-enders. Not life-starters. Secondly, he could have picked a kid who looked a little like him, at the very least. Sloppy, that.”

“I look like my mother.” The answer was soft and tentative.

Spike leaned forward then, really examining Connor’s face. His eyes widened in surprise and before Connor knew what was happening, he had grabbed up Connor’s hand. Connor quickly pulled it back, but not before Spike had the chance to lick off the blood that he had wiped from his brow earlier. Spike’s mouth hung open in astonishment. “Bloody hell!” He scoffed, startled. “Jesus bloody Christ. How the hell…”

Connor eyed him anxiously. “I really don’t know…I wasn’t there for…well…you know…”

Spike shook his head in disbelief and began pacing. Connor guessed he was trying to figure things out by the way he kept throwing surreptitious glances his way. “Bloody well figures.” He gestured towards Connor with a bit of disgust. “Angel gets the fucking shanshu after all.”

“What’s a shanshu?” Connor thought vaguely he had heard the term before, but couldn’t remember when.

“Its a…” Spike stopped pacing and looked at Connor, annoyed. “You know what? Fuck this. I need to go hit myself something big. Think I know where to find him.” He kicked one of the felled demons and stormed off into the night, leaving a very confused Connor in his wake.

He didn’t see either vampire for almost a week after his encounter with Spike. Then they were suddenly both there, Angel waiting for him and the other a short distance away, watching. Angel didn’t say anything for a long moment, just quietly stared at his son as if trying to memorize his face. He sighed. “We have to leave.”

Connor felt his chest tighten. He had expected this would happen, but still found himself panicked at the idea. “What? Now? Why?”

Angel gave him a small smile. “It’s time. It’s way past time.” He glanced back at Spike. “A friend of ours, a witch, she’s put a protection spell over us, and she’s been watching. She let us know that something’s getting too close.”

Connor blinked several times, trying to process. “A witch?” He tilted his head to the side, remembering. “Willow.” Angel nodded to him. “Where will you go?”

Another glance back at Spike. “We have…friends. They have a safe house in Rome. We’re going to head there, regroup with some of the others, lay low for a little while.”

“Thought you said Wolfram and Hart were done with.” Connor shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against a tree.

“Down, but apparently not out.” Angel moved closer to Connor, leaning back next to him. “Dunno what’s coming, but not exactly looking to stick around to find out.”

“What about me?” He felt his heart thudding in his chest. “I mean, won’t I be left here kind of exposed?”

Angel reached out and caressed his cheek in an attempt to soothe him, and he allowed this for a second before flinching away. “Part of the deal I made with Wolfram and Hart was the promise that no matter what happened to me, they could never come at me through you.”

Connor looked down and then moved away from his father and began pacing. He shot a glance back towards Spike, and inclined his head towards Angel, indicating that he should follow. He wanted to try and get out of the other vampire’s earshot. He didn’t speak again until he felt they were far enough away. “Dad….” He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, what he even wanted. Angel was standing motionless, waiting. “I think I should go with you.”

Angel looked completely gobsmacked. “You…no, Connor. You can’t come with me.” He was shaking his head furiously. “That isn’t your world anymore.” He wore a pained expression on his face. “I don’t want you getting sucked back into this crap.” He pointed at himself and waved his hand back towards where they left Spike. “You deserve better than that.”

Connor was shaking his head as well. “No, dad. You don’t understand. That is my world. This life…” He broke off, seeing Angel wince. “Look, I appreciate what you’ve done for me. What you’ve sacrificed. But I’ve had a lot of time to think on this.” He stepped closer to Angel, catching his eye. “And this isn’t real. As much as I want it to be…” Angel looked down and away, eyes welling with tears. Connor reached out and placed a hand on his arm causing Angel to turn and look at him again. “Dad, think about it. I had to be the one to kill Sahjahn.” He placed a hand over his chest in emphasis. “It didn’t matter if I didn’t even remember who I really was, the prophecy said it had to be the son of two vampires, right? Not just some random college student. No spells you could do could ever change the fact that I’m your son.”

“But Connor, I wanted you to have every opportunity that you would never have with me.” He sighed and threw up his hands in frustration. “A normal, loving family. Not some freak show.” He gestured at himself again.

Connor closed his eyes, thinking on what his father was saying. He could tell he was hurting Angel, could feel his distress rolling off of him in waves. He felt the other vampire move closer, reacting as well. Connor looked back at the shadows, shaking his head, hoping to assuage some of Spike’s fears and keep him from rushing in. He had things he needed to say to his father yet. “Dad, remember when you sent me away…you told me as long as they didn’t destroy me you would be ok?”

“Of course I do. And its still true, Connor. You are the most important thing to me in this entire world. I would do anything to keep you safe.”

“Yeah, well, how do you think I would feel if you were destroyed.” He hated the fact that his own eyes were glazing with tears, and he swallowed, trying to tamp down a sob. “Dad, you’re the only person who actually knows who I am. What I am.” He looked down and took a shuddering breath. “I love the Reillys. I really do. And you and I both know that I wouldn’t be here today if you hadn’t done what you did. But I told you then, I couldn’t be saved by a lie.” Angel's face crumpled then and he looked as if he was going to speak, but Connor held up a hand, cutting him off. “Its a nice lie, a lie I desperately want to believe, but its still a lie. They don’t love me, not really. They don’t even really know who I am.”

Connor was surprised when Angel suddenly grappled him into a hug. He kept his arms hanging limply for a beat before wrapping them around broad shoulders. He began openly weeping, unable to hold back the tears any longer.

Angel kept repeating his name over and over, holding onto to him so tightly that he felt like bones were going to break, but he didn’t pull out of the embrace. They stood like that for a long moment, clinging to each other. Connor was the one to finally break away, dragging a hand across wet eyes. Angel peered closely at him. “What about college?” He dropped his head so that he was eye to eye with Connor. “Your family?”

The answer came without thought. “Dad, you are my family.” He watched his father for a beat, letting the words sink in. Angel seemed to finally relent, but still obviously conflicted. Connor gave him a small grin. “And, finals are next week. Then I’m off for the summer. Its not like this will be forever—I could just tell my folks that I got a sweet summer internship in Rome or something. I’ll come back to school in the fall.”

Spike had sauntered over to where the other two were standing, obviously listening to the entire conversation and knowing it was nearing its end. “So, you break down the old man yet?” He cuffed Connor on the shoulder. “You joining us for our Italian holiday?”

Angel sighed, shooting Spike an annoyed glace. “Look, this isn't a holiday. I’m not exactly looking forward to a summer holed up in a house with a bunch of slayers.”

“A house full of girls? And this is a bad thing how?” Connor looked between Spike and Angel, who both wore amused grins.

Spike winked at Connor conspiratorially. “Don’t let old Broody fool you, he’s just concerned about one Slayer in particular.”

Angel guffawed. “Like you’re not!”

“She loves me.” Spike glared challengingly at Angel, then straightened his shoulders, leering at him as he considered something else. “Buffy know about the fruit of your loins here?”

“NO!” Angel tried his best to level him with a menacing glare, but just came off as frustrated frown. Connor grinned despite himself. “And I’ll be the one to tell her, if at all.” He narrowed his eyes at the other vampire. “At least she knows that I’m alive!”

“That’s different!” Spike began to walk off, and Angel smirked at Connor before following him. “I had my reasons.”

Connor furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Who’s Buffy?”

Spike turned around to face him, walking backwards. “That’s a long story, pet. Good thing it’s a 12-hour flight to Rome.”

Connor followed a bit in silence before pulling out the money comment. “So, which one of you is going to tell her about the two of you?” The statement had its intended effect, stopping both vampires in their tracks. Spike was completely mortified but Angel looked only vaguely chagrined.

“What are you…” Spike gaped at Connor, eyes widening in shock. “Are you spying on us now, Junior?”

“No, I…” Connor was flummoxed, and glanced at his father for help.
Spike saw the look pass between the two of them. “Oh. I didn’t realize we were at the bragging stages just yet.”

Angel grimaced at him. “I didn’t tell him.” He pointed at his nose. “He has vampire senses, remember?”

Spike shook his head incredulously. “You seem to be taking this pretty well, daddy dearest.”

Angel simply shrugged. “Yeah, well, I’ve had a couple of weeks to deal with the drama of it.”

Spike scoffed, then turned towards Connor. “Whatever. This is totally different. It’s a vampire thing.” Angel nodded in agreement, carefully eyeing Connor, trying to appraise his reaction. “A sire-childe thing. Don’t expect you to understand. Don’t expect her to, either.”

Connor held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, that’s your business. Trust me--the less I know about it, the better.”

Spike huffed off in exaggerated exasperation, and Angel just rolled his eyes and shot Connor a quick smile before following.

Connor took in a deep breath. This wouldn’t have to be forever. And he could think of worse ways to spend a summer. He had (once) thought Holtz had taught him all he needed to know about the vampire who was his father. He knew almost nothing of the man. That had been the one truth that had weighed heavily on him when he thought he had lost him forever. And he wasn’t going to waste this second chance to get to do just that.

Ficlet- Just Wrong

Tue, 14 Aug 2007 02:48:46 GMT

Just Wrong
D M Evans
Disclaimer – not mine, all rights belong to Joss Whedon et al
Rating – Mature
Pairing – Connor/other
Summary – He knew it was wrong but it felt right
Author’s Note – written for angelfirenze for the kink meme, she asked for Connor and his stake launcher so blame her!

Connor knew it was wrong. This shouldn’t excite him but it did. These were the feelings Father said were ‘sinful,’ but after a summer of American television and listening at night to the groans and cries of Fred and Gunn, Connor had no choice but to conclude Father was wrong.

These feelings were natural. They had felt natural with Cordelia until she started convincing him that no one could know about him and her. Connor had his doubts about these kinds of feelings now and this new attraction of his put his mind into a tail spin. What he was feeling couldn’t be right but he couldn’t help it. Every time he wore his stake launcher, he was so turned on. Maybe it was the phallic shape or the thrust, he really didn’t know. Maybe it was the power behind the weapon. The only thing souring it was that the thing originally belonged to his bastard father.

Whatever it was, it probably meant he was seriously fucked up. All Connor knew for sure was it was irresistible. He couldn’t help himself. Stake launcher strapped to one wrist, stake out since he didn’t want any accidents, Connor reached down with his other hand to stroke himself.

so with all the hoopla on LJ about censorship...

Sat, 04 Aug 2007 19:56:14 GMT

I'm concerned that my database, quor-toth.net, will be having a lot of dead links in it now because of people moving their fic to other places and off LJ, or because of LJs being banned.

I haven't really been keeping up with the latest crisis, so I don't know how much this is affecting Connor fandom, but I'd like to make a request and an offer. If you're a Connor fanfic writer and you've moved your fic off LJ for whatever reason, let me archive it on quor-toth.net, or at least point me to wherever it's sitting now if you've moved it. I've got plenty of space there, so it's no big if you're looking for a safe place to park your Connor fic.

If you're interested, leave me a comment. Thanks.

Quor'toth/Time Drabble Series

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 01:58:35 GMT

I have another series for you, and longer this time. They are mostly from Holtz's POV about Quor'toth and Connor's childhood there. I had fun speculating about it, because it was such a large chunk of Connor's life but not much is mentioned about it in the series. Ergo, I have free reign!

The drabbles are over at my lj.