cornerofmadness

Ooo what an interesting drabble challenge. I could be here for weeks writing everything I'd like to rewrite but I'll stop right here, especially since I rewrote half of Angel S4 (I'll be interested to see who else chose the same scenes as I did and how they handled it)

Buffy/Xander - S2 in Becoming

"Willow....uh, she told me to tell you..." Xander trailed off hating himself for what he was going to do to Buffy. It was the right thing to do. Angel deserved what he got.

"Tell me what?"

Xander looked at the sadness in his friend’s eyes. He drank it in, felt it. He had wanted her to love him once, still did, Cordelia aside. What would happen to her if she killed Angel? Could she live with it? Could he live with himself? Yes probably, and that scared him more. "Willow is trying the spell again. She’s sure it’ll work."

Ensemble - S 6 in Bargining

"Where is it?" Willow asked in a panic. Sweat popped out on her skin.

"What’s wrong?" Xander channeled her fear. Anya took his hand firmly.

"The urn of Osiris is gone." Willow’s voice was tight.

"How could that be?" Tara looked almost relieved.

"Because I took it."

The quartet whirled around to look at Giles standing in the doorway.

"I thought you left," Anya said.

"As I wanted you to. There’ll be no spell. Let Buffy rest. She’s earned it," Giles said.

"But her soul could be trapped," Willow argued.

Giles smiled softly. "How could she be anywhere but in heaven?"

Angel/Connor - S4 in "Ground State."

Angel walked away from Lilah, the sting of her words accusing him of being a bad father, hurt. He was doing the right thing. Connor needed to see that what he had done was wrong.

Angel glanced back and the serendipitous nature of epiphanies slapped him hard in the face. Connor had survived in hell with no one but Holtz. He didn’t need soft beds. A roof over his head and packaged food were foreign to him. This might even seem closer to home to him. Angel turned back. He ignored the stink of Connor’s unwashed body. "Come home, son."

Angel/Connor - Habeas Corpses

"Dad?"

Angel ignored the traitorous boy who loosely wore the label of ‘his son.’ What did you expect? You’re the one who let Cordelia live with the boy, knowing they were sharing a bed.

Angel turned and saw the pain and fear in Connor’s blue eyes. This was his chance to actually act like a dad and not a jealous, wounded boyfriend. Angel grabbed Connor’s arm and yanked him into the office. "Yeah?"

"The demon appeared where I was born and now Cordy doesn’t want me. What if it’s all my fault?"

Suddenly the only thing that mattered was his son’s pain.

Connor- Orpheus

Connor left Cordelia in her room, his back still stinging from where it had kissed the wall. He knew so little about women that he didn’t know what to make of her outburst. Was he attracted to Faith? A little.

Mulling that he found Fred, Lorne and Wes in the room with Faith. He knew they wouldn’t have the belief that he and Cordelia were ‘special.’ As much as he liked hearing it, he wasn’t sure he could believe it. Maybe they needed to know the spell wasn’t working.

"Guys, Cordelia just threw me down and the spell didn’t stop her."

Angel/Connor - Players

‘How scary it is,’ his son’s words haunted him. Angel had ignored it at first, let his son just walk away. Even his own bastard of a dad wouldn’t have done that to him. Angel hammered out his plan with the others to expose just what was wrong with Cordy but they had excluded Connor from the plan.

He still didn’t trust Connor enough to tell him. He could just keep Connor with him under some pretense and let him see for himself. Angel found him, putting a gentle hand on Connor’s shoulder. "What can I do to make you less afraid?"

Angel/Connor Peace Out

Angel stumbled to a stop, in pain. How horrible was the blank look in Connor’s eyes as Jasmine slipped off the bloodied end of his arm and crumpled like a wilted flower? No sadness or anger was left behind those blue eyes. His son was hollowed out and Angel knew that feeling well. Once it had taken a snowstorm in southern California to save him from the emptiness.

He fought past the pain. He had endured worse after all. His son wouldn’t be alone with this, not if he could help it. He grabbed the boy, holding him tight.

Angel/Connor - Home

"Prove it."

Angel’s first thoughts were of Lilah’s offer to help remake his son. Just bring him in and Wolfram and Hart would. But how did they know Connor was here and how had he learned to make bombs, subdue a few dozen people unarmed and carry in an unconscious woman without being stopped. Easy, he had help, he was bait in Lilah’s trap.

He buried the knife in the flooring, grabbing up his bleeding, fractured son. "Me and you, we’re going away from here, Connor, go some place green and growing where you can heal. You are so loved."

As always X-Posted to open_on_sunday