Fic - Hyperion's Son ch 24
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a2zmom for the holidays. She wanted another chapter of Hyperion's Son
Hyperion's Son
By D.M. Evans
Disclaimer - Sing the chorus. I don't own them (well, Darts, Misty and Night Rain are mine), Joss does. No harm intended, no money made, thank you for letting us borrow them for a while. Spoilers - All of BtVS S7 and AtS S4
Rating - FRM
Pairing - Buffy/Angel, Gunn/Fred and probably a few others as we roll on
Summary - Ten years after Angel gave up his son, Angel Investigations has a strange new case, one of the young new Slayers training with Buffy in LA has turned up dead just like a half dozen or so street kids leading Angel, Buffy and their friends into a very dark world of hopelessness to find the evil is after one of their own.
Author’s Note – you can find the whole story here I’ll take you to FFN
Chapter Twenty-Four
We part the veil on our killer sun
Stray from the straight line on this short run
The more we take, the less we become
The fortune of one that means less for some – World on Fire, Sarah McLachlan
“I can’t tell you anything,” Rtaena growled at Buffy, her clawed fingers flexing and unflexing as Angel held onto the half-demoness-witch’s wrists. Behind them, several team members dangled from what looked like the thorn forest in Sleeping Beauty, which had suddenly sprung up in the bar.
Buffy just rolled her eyes as the few bar patrons who were too jaded to flee immediately, rapidly filed out around them. “I’m pretty sure you can do better than that. In fact, you’ll have to if you want to live.”
“As if the Slayer would let me live.”
“Sometimes having a good informant,” Buffy tapped Rtaena’s horn, “is better than a dead demoness so tell me what you know about a young slayer named Leda.”
“She’s a bitch,” Rtaena spat.
“How about something we don’t already know.” Angel’s grip tightened.
Rtaena winced. “Heard she’s been looking around town for help bringing together magic users and demons.” She chuckled. “Sounds like you’re in trouble, Slayer. She’s looking to bring your little group to its knees.”
Rtaena reared back, slamming her curved horns into Angel’s jaw with a bone-crunching crack. The vampire staggered back and the witch lurched forward. Buffy just hoped Giles was right about her sort of demon’s weakness and that being a half breed wouldn’t change things drastically. Her blade slipped in then a mound of blue powder piled up on the floor where Rtaena used to be.
“That wasn’t very helpful.” Buffy’s gaze cut over to Giles who worked on making the thorny vine that dangled Gunn close to the ceiling let him go.
Gunn grunted as he dropped to the floor when Giles spell worked. He shook himself off. “She made us somehow.”
Angel cast a glance around the room, dodging around a few tables to snag Willy before he escaped. He dragged the man back to Buffy. “Did you tell her, Willy?”
“Hell, no.” The scrawny bartender offered up without any threats needed. “I don’t even know them…well, I thought the Brit looked familiar.”
“Then how did Rtaena know them on sight?” Buffy smiled at Willy.
“She’s a witch?”
Wesley gut punched Willy, obviously glad to have a target after what the witch had done to them. The skinny barkeep gasped, glaring as he lifted his head.
“Fine, there was some teenaged girl in here a few nights back, giving Rtaena the 411. Hit me all you want, I don’t know her name.”
Angel shoved Willy aside. “Dark hair?”
Willy bobbed his head.
“Don’t worry, we know her,” Dawn said bitterly.
“Damn it,” Buffy muttered, stomping towards the door. The others moved in her wake. She dragged out her cell phone once they were outside. “Hey, Faith? Got a line on Leda?”
”Not a thing,” Faith’s answered faded in and out over the lousy connection.
“We’ve got a real problem. Leda has been siccing some big bads on us. Meet us back at the hotel. We need a better plan.” Buffy looked at her companions. “In how many ways does this suck? We’d better get home. I’ve got a very bad feeling about all of this.”
XXX
“Hey, B, what the hell is up?” Faith asked, heading up the sidewalk just as Buffy’s group arrived, coming from the other direction.
“Something isn’t right,” Angel said lowly, getting out of the car. His nostrils flared as he swept his head from side to side, as if he was homing in on something.
“Understatement,” Buffy grumbled.
“No, I mean here, now.” Angel flung a hand out toward the hotel. “I smell blood.”
“Shit!” Faith glared at the hotel, trying to spot danger in the gloom.
Angel sniffed the air. “I think it’s outside.”
“Fan out and be careful,” Buffy ordered.
Spike, Willow and Dawn followed Faith as she ran on an adrenaline rush. She didn’t like that she only knew half the story but that was par for the course. What had Leda set loose on them? Sounds like whatever it was might have already found them. They checked the courtyard. Faith heard cries from the other direction, as her friends called out Fred’s name.
Spike glanced over at Faith. “Should we go see what happened?”
“Not yet. We need to make sure the area is clear,” Faith replied grimly.
“But it’s Fred,” Spike protested.
Sometimes Faith wondered if Spike ever got over the girls he fell for. “I know.”
“Did you hear that?” Dawn cast about in the darkness. “Sounded like a moan.”
Faith shook her head, moving faster. “Son of a bitch!” She couldn’t hold in the explicative seeing Connor pinned on the ironwork fence. Now she knew where all the blood smell was coming from. A pool of it had formed under him. “Oh, fuck.”
Willow caught up to Faith then pushed past her. She grabbed Connor’s wrist to check for a pulse and Connor’s eyes fluttered opened. Willow jumped even as his eyes shut again. “We have to get him off of this,” the witch said. “Spike, call ahead to our hospital. Tell them…well, never mind. I’ll do it. Get Buffy and Angel.”
Dawn ran off to do that.
“Connor, can you hear me?” Faith asked, trying to figure out how they were going to free Connor. He mewed, blinking, while Spike screamed for their friends to hurry.
“Faith, don’t try to lift him. He’ll bleed to death,” Willow cautioned. “We’ll have to transport him with those intact. I’m arranging it now.”
“Damnit it,” Faith muttered. She hated feeling so weak.
“What is it?” Buffy’s voice echoed in the night even though she wasn’t visible yet. “We have a real problem. Fred’s been killed.”
“Shit.” Faith curled her fingers around Connor’s cold hand. “You hang in there, kid.” She startled as blue eyes opened again, staring at her. He tried to say something but it was lost in Angel’s frantic bellows as he and Buffy finally saw what was happening.
“Angel, quiet!” Faith snapped. “He’s trying to tell us something.” Angel reared back, looking as if he’d slap her or something but he shut up. “Say it again, Connor, if you can,” Faith encouraged him.
“Dumpster,” he mumbled, breathless.
Faith abandoned him to go check the dumpster, half-hearing as Willow lectured Angel gently.
“I know you or Buffy or Faith can break these bars, Angel but not without torquing them through Connor’s body. You could hit an artery and he won’t survive that.” Willow said. “The fire fighters know how to deal with this kind of thing. They’re coming with cutters.”
Faith tried to tune it all out as she opened the dumpster. A loud gasp echoed inside it. “Josh!”
“Is it safe?” The boy sounded very small, huddled in with the trash. The smell inside was nearly enough to bring tears to Faith’s eyes, or at least that’s what she told herself.
“Let me get you out of there,” Faith said. “It’s okay now but you need to keep your eyes shut until I tell you it’s okay.”
“Okay.” He held his hands up to her and Faith lifted him out. She scanned around but didn’t see Gunn. Damn, she was no good at comforting people, especially kids. Faith carried Josh over to Giles, keeping his head pressed to her shoulder the entire way.
“Take him some place where he doesn’t have to see this.”
“We’ll be waiting in the car,” Giles said, taking Josh into his arms.
Faith went back to where Connor was still impaled. Angel tried to support his body, leaning in close as if to hear something the young man was whispering.
“Damn it,” Buffy said, stomping away from the fence.
“What is it?” Faith asked.
“Leda. He said Leda led the demoness here, told her to bring humans to get around the no demon violence spell,” Buffy grated out.
“That explains how they got to Fred,” Faith said. “How the hell did Connor end up like this?”
“All he said was ‘forgot.’ He must have tried to defend himself and the spell knocked him out the window.” Buffy shot a worried look back at Connor. “I can’t believe Fred’s dead.”
“Yeah and the kid could follow her.” Faith nodded to Connor. “You and I might survive impaling like that but can he?”
“Angel seems to think so.” Buffy’s shoulders sagged. “I guess we’ll find out. Willow will take care of him. You and I need to figure out how to deal with Leda…once we take care of Fred.”
“I hate this,” Faith muttered, wrapping her arms around herself
“Everything about it,” Buffy agreed.
XXX
Angel wandered down the hall to the children’s wing. He couldn’t sit and wait for the surgeons to finish with Connor but he couldn’t go out and help his friends, either. He was too distracted to be of any use. Instead, he could do one thing in the few hours left of the night. He could be there for Gunn. Josh had gotten stuck by some crap in the dumpster, so they put him on antibiotic prophylaxis and Willow convinced the hospital to keep the boy overnight for observation. He was probably safer in an anonymous hospital and Josh didn’t need to be at the hotel where they were still cleaning away Fred and Connor’s blood. Angel paused, seeing Gunn in the position Angel had found himself in many times in recent days; sitting at the side of his son’s hospital bed.
Upon seeing him, Gunn got up and made Angel back out into the hall. He softly closed the door. “Josh’s finally asleep.”
Angel nodded. “How is he?”
“He’ll be okay.” Gunn rubbed at his reddened eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Gunn.”
“Don’t be sorry. Help me get the bitches who killed my son’s mother.” Gunn snarled lowly.
“Gladly.” Angel’s grim reply satisfied Gunn. “Willow is going to try another tracking spell for Leda.”
“Didn’t that fail already?”
“She’s testing to see if the protection Rtaena gave Leda dissolved with her death. It’s worth a try.” Angel shrugged.
Gunn’s head bobbed. “Anything is.” He ran a hand over his shaved head. “How’s Connor?”
“Still in surgery.” Angel crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. “He’ll be all right. I’m sorry he couldn’t save Fred.” Angel wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say. He didn’t know that Connor had even tried. That was just his own blind hope.
“He tried,” Gunn muttered. “Josh told me. Connor got him out and hid him before he went back for Fred. That’s when they got him, I guess. It matters that he tried. She did like him, you know.” His voice rang hollow in the antiseptic hall of the hospital. “When we were watching him when you were…gone. The hurt of what he did cut Fred deep.”
“She saw me as her savior.” Angel grimaced. “Some savior.”
”You saved us all enough over the years.”
“And vice versa.” Angel lay his hand on Gunn’s shoulder. “Is there anything I can do for you, Gunn, besides getting who did this?”
“That’ll be enough.” Gunn turned away. “I should get back to my son and you should do the same.”
Angel patted Gunn’s back then headed to the waiting area. Buffy waited there for him while the rest of their friends were handling things back at the hotel. His mood darkened seeing Lilah standing there, exchanging glares with Buffy.
“Lilah, what are you doing here?”
She wobbled around to face Angel. He had to admit that her undead variety was creepy even to him.
“Nice reception.” Lilah glanced back at Buffy. “Both of you, especially when I came to tell you Wolfram and Hart has smoothed things over with the local p.d. about Fred; wild dog pack.” Her stiff shoulders twitched in something like a shrug. “And we’ll take care of the arrangements for Fred. If Gunn isn’t up to telling us what he wants, we’ll find something tasteful.
Angel nodded. “Good. Thanks,” he added, hoping to move Lilah along.
“That’s what we’re here for,” she said in an odd tone that made Angel wonder if she had ulterior motives. Luckily, she didn’t stay around for him to ask about them.
Buffy patted the vinyl-covered seat next to her and Angel sat down hard. “Any news?” he asked.
“Not yet.” Buffy curled her hand around his. They felt cold, probably from sitting around in the frigid hospital.
“I want this over with, Buffy. This has to be answered for. They killed Fred and would have killed Josh if Connor hadn’t been there.”
“I’m not going to push for rehabilitating our rogue Slayer. Leda killed Tricia and now Fred. She set us up to be killed in that bar. She needs to be punished. We saved Faith but her first kill was an accident. She didn’t start as a teen scheming to kill people for fun while scouting drugs…until the Mayor twisted her head around. Leda got this way on her own.”
Angel nodded, not sure to be relieved Buffy was prepared to go all the way or sad that she could think of it. Before he could say anything, he saw someone in blue scrubs shuffling his way toward them, weariness sucking at each paper-shoe-covered footfall. Angel stood up to meet him. “Doctor, were you working on my son, Connor?”
The surgeon nodded. “He’s out of surgery now and is in stable condition. We’ll be keeping him in recovery for a while then move him to the surgical ICU. You can see him then.”
“Thank you.” Angel was barely aware that he had sat back down again. Buffy’s arms went around him. In that moment, he knew it would be all right, at least as good as things could get given the circumstances.
a2zmom for the holidays. She wanted another chapter of Hyperion's Son Hyperion's Son
By D.M. Evans
Disclaimer - Sing the chorus. I don't own them (well, Darts, Misty and Night Rain are mine), Joss does. No harm intended, no money made, thank you for letting us borrow them for a while. Spoilers - All of BtVS S7 and AtS S4
Rating - FRM
Pairing - Buffy/Angel, Gunn/Fred and probably a few others as we roll on
Summary - Ten years after Angel gave up his son, Angel Investigations has a strange new case, one of the young new Slayers training with Buffy in LA has turned up dead just like a half dozen or so street kids leading Angel, Buffy and their friends into a very dark world of hopelessness to find the evil is after one of their own.
Author’s Note – you can find the whole story here I’ll take you to FFN
Chapter Twenty-Four
We part the veil on our killer sun
Stray from the straight line on this short run
The more we take, the less we become
The fortune of one that means less for some – World on Fire, Sarah McLachlan
“I can’t tell you anything,” Rtaena growled at Buffy, her clawed fingers flexing and unflexing as Angel held onto the half-demoness-witch’s wrists. Behind them, several team members dangled from what looked like the thorn forest in Sleeping Beauty, which had suddenly sprung up in the bar.
Buffy just rolled her eyes as the few bar patrons who were too jaded to flee immediately, rapidly filed out around them. “I’m pretty sure you can do better than that. In fact, you’ll have to if you want to live.”
“As if the Slayer would let me live.”
“Sometimes having a good informant,” Buffy tapped Rtaena’s horn, “is better than a dead demoness so tell me what you know about a young slayer named Leda.”
“She’s a bitch,” Rtaena spat.
“How about something we don’t already know.” Angel’s grip tightened.
Rtaena winced. “Heard she’s been looking around town for help bringing together magic users and demons.” She chuckled. “Sounds like you’re in trouble, Slayer. She’s looking to bring your little group to its knees.”
Rtaena reared back, slamming her curved horns into Angel’s jaw with a bone-crunching crack. The vampire staggered back and the witch lurched forward. Buffy just hoped Giles was right about her sort of demon’s weakness and that being a half breed wouldn’t change things drastically. Her blade slipped in then a mound of blue powder piled up on the floor where Rtaena used to be.
“That wasn’t very helpful.” Buffy’s gaze cut over to Giles who worked on making the thorny vine that dangled Gunn close to the ceiling let him go.
Gunn grunted as he dropped to the floor when Giles spell worked. He shook himself off. “She made us somehow.”
Angel cast a glance around the room, dodging around a few tables to snag Willy before he escaped. He dragged the man back to Buffy. “Did you tell her, Willy?”
“Hell, no.” The scrawny bartender offered up without any threats needed. “I don’t even know them…well, I thought the Brit looked familiar.”
“Then how did Rtaena know them on sight?” Buffy smiled at Willy.
“She’s a witch?”
Wesley gut punched Willy, obviously glad to have a target after what the witch had done to them. The skinny barkeep gasped, glaring as he lifted his head.
“Fine, there was some teenaged girl in here a few nights back, giving Rtaena the 411. Hit me all you want, I don’t know her name.”
Angel shoved Willy aside. “Dark hair?”
Willy bobbed his head.
“Don’t worry, we know her,” Dawn said bitterly.
“Damn it,” Buffy muttered, stomping towards the door. The others moved in her wake. She dragged out her cell phone once they were outside. “Hey, Faith? Got a line on Leda?”
”Not a thing,” Faith’s answered faded in and out over the lousy connection.
“We’ve got a real problem. Leda has been siccing some big bads on us. Meet us back at the hotel. We need a better plan.” Buffy looked at her companions. “In how many ways does this suck? We’d better get home. I’ve got a very bad feeling about all of this.”
XXX
“Hey, B, what the hell is up?” Faith asked, heading up the sidewalk just as Buffy’s group arrived, coming from the other direction.
“Something isn’t right,” Angel said lowly, getting out of the car. His nostrils flared as he swept his head from side to side, as if he was homing in on something.
“Understatement,” Buffy grumbled.
“No, I mean here, now.” Angel flung a hand out toward the hotel. “I smell blood.”
“Shit!” Faith glared at the hotel, trying to spot danger in the gloom.
Angel sniffed the air. “I think it’s outside.”
“Fan out and be careful,” Buffy ordered.
Spike, Willow and Dawn followed Faith as she ran on an adrenaline rush. She didn’t like that she only knew half the story but that was par for the course. What had Leda set loose on them? Sounds like whatever it was might have already found them. They checked the courtyard. Faith heard cries from the other direction, as her friends called out Fred’s name.
Spike glanced over at Faith. “Should we go see what happened?”
“Not yet. We need to make sure the area is clear,” Faith replied grimly.
“But it’s Fred,” Spike protested.
Sometimes Faith wondered if Spike ever got over the girls he fell for. “I know.”
“Did you hear that?” Dawn cast about in the darkness. “Sounded like a moan.”
Faith shook her head, moving faster. “Son of a bitch!” She couldn’t hold in the explicative seeing Connor pinned on the ironwork fence. Now she knew where all the blood smell was coming from. A pool of it had formed under him. “Oh, fuck.”
Willow caught up to Faith then pushed past her. She grabbed Connor’s wrist to check for a pulse and Connor’s eyes fluttered opened. Willow jumped even as his eyes shut again. “We have to get him off of this,” the witch said. “Spike, call ahead to our hospital. Tell them…well, never mind. I’ll do it. Get Buffy and Angel.”
Dawn ran off to do that.
“Connor, can you hear me?” Faith asked, trying to figure out how they were going to free Connor. He mewed, blinking, while Spike screamed for their friends to hurry.
“Faith, don’t try to lift him. He’ll bleed to death,” Willow cautioned. “We’ll have to transport him with those intact. I’m arranging it now.”
“Damnit it,” Faith muttered. She hated feeling so weak.
“What is it?” Buffy’s voice echoed in the night even though she wasn’t visible yet. “We have a real problem. Fred’s been killed.”
“Shit.” Faith curled her fingers around Connor’s cold hand. “You hang in there, kid.” She startled as blue eyes opened again, staring at her. He tried to say something but it was lost in Angel’s frantic bellows as he and Buffy finally saw what was happening.
“Angel, quiet!” Faith snapped. “He’s trying to tell us something.” Angel reared back, looking as if he’d slap her or something but he shut up. “Say it again, Connor, if you can,” Faith encouraged him.
“Dumpster,” he mumbled, breathless.
Faith abandoned him to go check the dumpster, half-hearing as Willow lectured Angel gently.
“I know you or Buffy or Faith can break these bars, Angel but not without torquing them through Connor’s body. You could hit an artery and he won’t survive that.” Willow said. “The fire fighters know how to deal with this kind of thing. They’re coming with cutters.”
Faith tried to tune it all out as she opened the dumpster. A loud gasp echoed inside it. “Josh!”
“Is it safe?” The boy sounded very small, huddled in with the trash. The smell inside was nearly enough to bring tears to Faith’s eyes, or at least that’s what she told herself.
“Let me get you out of there,” Faith said. “It’s okay now but you need to keep your eyes shut until I tell you it’s okay.”
“Okay.” He held his hands up to her and Faith lifted him out. She scanned around but didn’t see Gunn. Damn, she was no good at comforting people, especially kids. Faith carried Josh over to Giles, keeping his head pressed to her shoulder the entire way.
“Take him some place where he doesn’t have to see this.”
“We’ll be waiting in the car,” Giles said, taking Josh into his arms.
Faith went back to where Connor was still impaled. Angel tried to support his body, leaning in close as if to hear something the young man was whispering.
“Damn it,” Buffy said, stomping away from the fence.
“What is it?” Faith asked.
“Leda. He said Leda led the demoness here, told her to bring humans to get around the no demon violence spell,” Buffy grated out.
“That explains how they got to Fred,” Faith said. “How the hell did Connor end up like this?”
“All he said was ‘forgot.’ He must have tried to defend himself and the spell knocked him out the window.” Buffy shot a worried look back at Connor. “I can’t believe Fred’s dead.”
“Yeah and the kid could follow her.” Faith nodded to Connor. “You and I might survive impaling like that but can he?”
“Angel seems to think so.” Buffy’s shoulders sagged. “I guess we’ll find out. Willow will take care of him. You and I need to figure out how to deal with Leda…once we take care of Fred.”
“I hate this,” Faith muttered, wrapping her arms around herself
“Everything about it,” Buffy agreed.
XXX
Angel wandered down the hall to the children’s wing. He couldn’t sit and wait for the surgeons to finish with Connor but he couldn’t go out and help his friends, either. He was too distracted to be of any use. Instead, he could do one thing in the few hours left of the night. He could be there for Gunn. Josh had gotten stuck by some crap in the dumpster, so they put him on antibiotic prophylaxis and Willow convinced the hospital to keep the boy overnight for observation. He was probably safer in an anonymous hospital and Josh didn’t need to be at the hotel where they were still cleaning away Fred and Connor’s blood. Angel paused, seeing Gunn in the position Angel had found himself in many times in recent days; sitting at the side of his son’s hospital bed.
Upon seeing him, Gunn got up and made Angel back out into the hall. He softly closed the door. “Josh’s finally asleep.”
Angel nodded. “How is he?”
“He’ll be okay.” Gunn rubbed at his reddened eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Gunn.”
“Don’t be sorry. Help me get the bitches who killed my son’s mother.” Gunn snarled lowly.
“Gladly.” Angel’s grim reply satisfied Gunn. “Willow is going to try another tracking spell for Leda.”
“Didn’t that fail already?”
“She’s testing to see if the protection Rtaena gave Leda dissolved with her death. It’s worth a try.” Angel shrugged.
Gunn’s head bobbed. “Anything is.” He ran a hand over his shaved head. “How’s Connor?”
“Still in surgery.” Angel crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. “He’ll be all right. I’m sorry he couldn’t save Fred.” Angel wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say. He didn’t know that Connor had even tried. That was just his own blind hope.
“He tried,” Gunn muttered. “Josh told me. Connor got him out and hid him before he went back for Fred. That’s when they got him, I guess. It matters that he tried. She did like him, you know.” His voice rang hollow in the antiseptic hall of the hospital. “When we were watching him when you were…gone. The hurt of what he did cut Fred deep.”
“She saw me as her savior.” Angel grimaced. “Some savior.”
”You saved us all enough over the years.”
“And vice versa.” Angel lay his hand on Gunn’s shoulder. “Is there anything I can do for you, Gunn, besides getting who did this?”
“That’ll be enough.” Gunn turned away. “I should get back to my son and you should do the same.”
Angel patted Gunn’s back then headed to the waiting area. Buffy waited there for him while the rest of their friends were handling things back at the hotel. His mood darkened seeing Lilah standing there, exchanging glares with Buffy.
“Lilah, what are you doing here?”
She wobbled around to face Angel. He had to admit that her undead variety was creepy even to him.
“Nice reception.” Lilah glanced back at Buffy. “Both of you, especially when I came to tell you Wolfram and Hart has smoothed things over with the local p.d. about Fred; wild dog pack.” Her stiff shoulders twitched in something like a shrug. “And we’ll take care of the arrangements for Fred. If Gunn isn’t up to telling us what he wants, we’ll find something tasteful.
Angel nodded. “Good. Thanks,” he added, hoping to move Lilah along.
“That’s what we’re here for,” she said in an odd tone that made Angel wonder if she had ulterior motives. Luckily, she didn’t stay around for him to ask about them.
Buffy patted the vinyl-covered seat next to her and Angel sat down hard. “Any news?” he asked.
“Not yet.” Buffy curled her hand around his. They felt cold, probably from sitting around in the frigid hospital.
“I want this over with, Buffy. This has to be answered for. They killed Fred and would have killed Josh if Connor hadn’t been there.”
“I’m not going to push for rehabilitating our rogue Slayer. Leda killed Tricia and now Fred. She set us up to be killed in that bar. She needs to be punished. We saved Faith but her first kill was an accident. She didn’t start as a teen scheming to kill people for fun while scouting drugs…until the Mayor twisted her head around. Leda got this way on her own.”
Angel nodded, not sure to be relieved Buffy was prepared to go all the way or sad that she could think of it. Before he could say anything, he saw someone in blue scrubs shuffling his way toward them, weariness sucking at each paper-shoe-covered footfall. Angel stood up to meet him. “Doctor, were you working on my son, Connor?”
The surgeon nodded. “He’s out of surgery now and is in stable condition. We’ll be keeping him in recovery for a while then move him to the surgical ICU. You can see him then.”
“Thank you.” Angel was barely aware that he had sat back down again. Buffy’s arms went around him. In that moment, he knew it would be all right, at least as good as things could get given the circumstances.
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Date: 2008-12-29 04:59 am (UTC)