ANGEL: Parental Advisory
by Quortoth
Chp; 20, Parental Advisory

Conner and Emma lay next to each other naked under the sheets. Emma head on his chest. Conner’s arms around her. They still lay asleep the daytime coming through the windows.
Their eyes opened quickly at the same time as Angel stood there before them, “Wondered when you’d wake up,” said Angel.
Emma put the covers over her head, “Bloody Hell, bloody hell.”
Conner looked at Angel, “What do you want?”
“Emma?” asked Angel.
“What?” asked Emma still laying under the blanket like hiding from something in a child like manner.
“Did you kill a group of cops?” asked Angel.
“They were going to hurt me,” said Conner.
“I ended up jumping out of a window and getting stabbed by a piece of glass thank you very much,” stated Emma.
“I don’t care, just, well Spike wondered,” said Angel.
Conner put his arms behind his head like he was proud of himself, “And you came all this way?”
“No, we need you two back at the hotel,” said Angel.
“Why?” asked Emma peaking out from under the covers.
“Because we’re thinking that The harvester is putting together an army,” stated Angel.
“What gave you that idea, logical, but what?” asked Emma.
“Lilah came to visit Wesley and she was a bit different,” said Angel.
“I thought she was dead,” said Conner.
Emma looked at him, “No, she was killed by Wes, then came back from hell gave them Wolfram & Hart then went back to hell, came back to run the place and she was supposed to be dead again but,” she looked to Angel, “What exactly did she do?”
Angel folded his arms, “She said that The Harvester would value him on his side, make him like that-”
“Blah, blah, blah-” said Emma.
“What if I don’t want to go back to the hotel,” stated Conner.
“Then you’ll take a chance of The Harvester coming here and trying to interest you with joining him, or he’ll beat you two to death, well, until you’re dead.”
“We don’t die right?” asked Conner.
“As far as I know,” said Emma.
“So get some clothes on, and come on,” said Angel.
“How’d you get in here, it’s day?” asked Emma.
“Well,” said Angel throwing her, her clothes off the floor, she caught them, “Turns out there’s a sewer entrance.”

They put their clothes on. Emma wore another one of Conner’s shirts, a long-sleeve blue one. And her blue jeans. Conner put on a sleeveless black shirt and his jeans. They followed Angel down the sewer tunnels.
Conner walked up next to Angel, “I still don’t trust you.”
“That’s fine Conner there more for us to worr-” Angel was going to say worry but Conner interrupted him.
“-You lie to me, I’ll know, you try anything, I might as well kill you right here,” said Conner.
“If Angel is going to get killed anytime soon,” stated Emma, “Wait till after we kick this Harvester’s ass,” said Emma, last one for the moment to place words, “And you’re going to tell my dad.”
“Don’t worry,” said Angel, “If I was going to tell him about you two he’d already know.”
“Why?” asked Emma.
“I don’t want to think about it,” said Angel.
“My dad here sometimes finds out things he shouldn’t know,” stated Conner.
“Really,” said Emma, “Then I’ll just,” Emma put her hand on Angel’s face and Angel went against the sewer wall for a moment, then Emma pulled away, “Conner told you?”
Angel felt the bloody mark on his face breathing hard, “Don’t do that.”
Emma healed his wound then they started walking.
“What did I tell him?” asked Conner, “And how did you do that?”
“Something I picked up, don’t worry, you’ll get it soon, I figure, or with in the next 16yrs.”
“16?” asked Conner.
“I got the ability at 16,” said Emma, she looked at Angel, “You told Wesley, can’t do anything without the whole bloody clan finding out.”
“Why don’t we want them to know?” asked Conner.
“Because, my dad think I’m his little girl, don’t you want to keep things personal?” asked Emma.
Conner shook his head ‘Yes.’
Angel stopped them, “From this point on we’re not going to talk about sex!” he demanded, “Fine you two do whatever you want I don’t care, just I don’t want to hear about it.”
Conner looked at Emma, Emma replied, “It’s because he doesn’t like my dad Spike.”
“Yeah, so all quiet on the you two sex thing, okay, I mean it,” said Angel.
“Fine,” said Emma.
They started walking again. Conner next to Emma, and Angel in front of them. Conner stroked her hair as they walked. Emma made an face that she was shamed. Conner didn’t get it.
He felt it but he didn’t get it. Emma pushed his hand away. Conner looked at her like he was a little worried of why about how she moved his hand off her. He just kept walking.

Wesley was talking with Spike. He was reading his books. Setting them up on the bar. “It’s probably a good idea when Angel get Emma and Conner here that we end up some how getting them separated.”
“What do you mean, they’re together, what?” asked Spike flipping through one of the books on the bar.
“Well, Since Emma & Conner have a lot in common, and with the whole being the same, word for I think something ‘species’. And growing in the same environment pretty much, They’ll find a companionship or, think of trusting each other.”
“Companionship, trust, I’m here for Emma to trust,” stated Spike closing the book.
“Well, obviously you two have had a great relationship as of late, her not inviting you into her room, now back to what I was saying-”
“We’re fine, okay,” said Spike.
“I see that, now, back to what I was saying, If they find trust in one another then they’ll be in the same place no doubt, Angel will find them and bring them here. As you see that Conner is the same ‘species’ of sorts, they’ll work better together, so if The harvester wants one he’ll need to the other so we should separate them, for a time being.”
“You think Emma has been with Conner these past nights, whenever she wasn’t here?” asked Spike.
“Bloody hell no, only last night, I hear Emma curse him all the time,” lied Wesley, he was believable, “She might have got him back the way he was, well sort, of, we might not have to worry about Conner anymore.”
“Last time I checked from what I’ve heard,” Spike started counting on his fingers, “Conner doesn’t like demons, doesn’t like killers, and likes to have crushes on grown women, by grown women, I mean, old, and or, females with power.”
“And you’re point Spike?”
“Well, 1. Emma’s part demon, 2. Killer, 3. I don’t want that kiddy acquiring a crush on my daughter,” said Spike, “He might not trust her or he might trust her more than I want him too.”
“See all the reason we should keep them separate,” stated Wesley.
“I never said you shouldn’t,” stated Spike.
“Then why are we still talking about this?” asked Wesley.
They were quiet for a long moment, Spike looked at Wesley while he pulled out his magnified glass and started looking at one of the pages. Spike folded his arms, “Do you think I’m a good father?”
Wesley looked up at him, “I don’t pay enough attention.”
“It’s not a hard question,” stated Spike.
“Well, what do you do with Emma?” asked Wesley.
“I used to by her clothes, food, she has a place to sleep-”
“No, Spike what do you do with Emma now?” asked Wesley.
“Nothing,” said Spike.
“Fine then,” said Wesley, “You’re not a very good father.”
“I used to do things with her, till Buffy,” said Spike.
“Well also, you drink, you curse around her, you don’t respect anyone,” stated Wesley.
“What are you getting at?” asked Spike.
“You’re a god awful role model,” stated Wesley.
“Well, I’ve got my bad points,” said Spike.
“Truthfully Spike, do you want that girl turning out like you?” asked Wesley, “She already acts like you,” stated Wesley, “Curses, like’s to fight, pisses Angel off, quotes you, Nasty personality.”
“I’m not nasty,” said Spike.
“Not only that, she’s part vampire, killed slayers, Enjoys torturing demons, dirty mind, sometimes.”
“Bad at poetry,” agreed Spike, “Same eyes, same hair I had, immortal.”
Wesley kept talking looked down at the book, “And from what I read here, she only has half a soul and it’s magical not one of those that a normal human is born with.”
“Huh?”
Wesley looked up, “That explain the guilt factor over the death she‘s caused, well.”
Spike looked at Wesley who was jotting down notes on a piece of paper, “What the sodding hell are you finding in there?”
“Nothing all that helpful, I’m a little rusty in this language, but it keeps mentioning Ice cubes and The Slayer Child, Emma.”
“What the hell would Emma have to do with Ice cubes?” said Spike, “She doesn’t even like Ice cubes.”
“I was just at a little further reading,” said Wesley, he turned back to where he previously left off.
“Thanks,” said Spike sarcastically, “So when they get here I’ve got a plan now,” he went over to the coat hanger and took his leather jacket off it and on him.
Emma, Conner and Angel came into the Lobby through the basement entrance.
“I’m going to go change my clothes,” said Emma going up the stairs.
Conner folded his arms across his chest looking around.
“Found them,” said Angel.
“I need to talk to you Angel,” said Wesley.
“You’ll have to go out of state for me not to hear you,” scoffed Conner.
Spike walked to him, “So,” said Spike crossing his arms over his chest, “What do you think of Emma?”
Conner shrugged his arms bashfully, shy like, “She’s fine.”
“Do you have any intentions with my daughter?” asked Spike.
“Leave it alone Spike,” said Wesley, “That boy isn’t going to do anything.”
“I’m not a boy,” said Conner.
“Yeah, he’s not a boy,” said Spike, “My height,” he stood really close to him, “He’s a man, with male urges, likes women doesn’t he, or pretty emotional stricken girls?”
“What the hell are you talking about Spike?” asked Angel.
Conner looked at Angel, “I’m going upstairs.”
“Why?” asked Spike.
“Because, I have a room up there, I can look around too,” sneered Conner.
Conner went to the stairs. Angel went over to Spike, “Conner doesn’t have feelings for Emma.”
“How do you know?” scoffed Spike.
“He unfortunately only likes the old women,” said Angel, lies were needed.

Emma slipped her shirt off as she stood in her room. Emma undid her bra slowly. When Conner walked in. With inhuman speed Emma had that brazier back hooked on and she slammed the door shut with Conner, “What the hell do you thing you’re doing?” she demanded, “Walking in here, when I was undressing.”
Conner smiled, “Well if you didn’t want me walking in here you should of left the door closed not wide open.”
“Well I don’t have to worry about the others because, I can hear them coming no you,” she stated holding him against the door.
“Isn’t nothing I haven’t seen already,” smiled Conner, Emma went to punch him for being that way but he caught her fist and held it, “What’s wrong?”
Emma pulled away from him, “I have a tendency not to take things well.”
“What do you mean?” asked Conner.
Emma took a breath, “I normally do not handle what we did well.”
“Don’t you love me?” asked Conner.
“I don’t know!” scolded Emma looking from him. She went to her dresser next to her book case and opened the drawer.
“Why are you changing?” asked Conner.
“`Cause I feel like it,” she stated, “Fine, I was going to take a shower.”
“You don’t smell, you don’t feel dirty to me,” said Conner.
Emma put her shirt on turning towards him, a black tank top, “Well naturally you and I don’t need to bath but I do it anyway. Sometimes a good shower feels nice.”
Conner caressed Emma cheek, Emma put his hand down, “Why don’t you want me to show you affection?”
“I told you.”
“Wasn’t last night special?” asked Conner.
“Of course,” said Emma, “But I don’t want to do that every night, I don’t want to do that, I don’t want to think about that.”
“Are you ashamed of me?” asked Conner.
“No, I just,” said Emma, “Everything makes me feel bad about what I do,” she had put her head down.
“You don’t have to,” said Conner.
“I know that, but I just rather not do that,” said Emma.
“What about kissing me?” asked Conner, he leaned in towards her, “You didn’t have to be sad to want to keep kissing me.”
Emma looked up at him, “I don’t have to be sad to want you to hold me at night either, I just rather not think about it.”
Conner kissed Emma. He put his right hand on her cheek. Emma kissed back. Conner slid his left hand up her shirt just to feel her warm skin. [well I wouldn’t say warm since she’s room temperature. I guess people get warm when they kiss.]
Emma let him put his hand up her back under her shirt. She didn’t feel threatened by him. He put his right hand under her arm and into her hair and kept kissing her. She placed her hands on his face.
There was a knock on the door, “Emma,” said Spike on the other side.
Emma pulled away from Conner abruptly. She went to the door to open it.
When the door was opened Conner wasn’t in sight, all the windows were closed as well.
“What do you want?” asked Emma.
“I think you and I should do something today,” replied Spike.
“I actually was having a pretty good day already,” stated Emma folding her hands over her chest.
“I was wondering, why can’t I go in your bedroom also, don’t you trust me?” asked Spike.
Emma started laughing, “It’s bloody funny.”
“Thanks, teenager.”
“Whatever,” replied Emma.
“I want to spend time with you,” said Spike.
Emma looked at the door next to her, “What if I don’t want to spend time with you.”
“Too bad,” said Spike.
“Too bad,” laughed Emma, “You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to.”
“Angel said at this time it would be best if we kept Conner and you apart.”
“Why?” said Emma.
“Because the harvester might think that get the two of you and you’re both powerful for his army.”
“But I wouldn’t agree to join some kind of evil Army,” said Emma.
“He possessed you once you do remember that?” asked Spike.
“Yes,” said Emma.
“Well, I also think this going out would do us some good,” said Spike.
Emma and Spike didn’t say anything to each other for a moment, “Fine, I’ll come,” stated Emma.
“Good, I’ll meet you down in the lobby in five minutes if you want to get your jacket or something,” stated Spike.
Spike walked off and Emma closed to door, “Oh boy,” she sighed. Conner came out from under the bed.
Emma went over to the desk and grabbed her jacket and some weapons, those gauntlets that she could shoot blades from and started putting them on.
“What are you going to use the weapon for?” asked Conner.
“Precautions,” said Emma.

Angel found Conner. Conner was sitting in Cordelia’s old room looking at her stuff. The stuff in her boxes. He was looking at the pictures from Angel season 3 when Conner was a baby.
“I found you,” said Angel.
“What?” asked Conner looking up.
“I know you don’t trust me,” said Angel.
“This is some kind of plan,” stated Conner putting down the pictures.
“What do you mean?” asked Angel.
Conner went up to him sneering in anger, “You’re trying to take Emma away, like last time.”
“What, no,” said Angel.
“For I know, maybe you got Wolfram & Hart to fix my memory, now I’m this way, and you want Emma and I separated,” accused Angel.
“I don’t want you two separated,” said Angel, “I don’t approve but, I can’t stop you.”
“You’re right about that,” scoffed Conner.
“I know you don’t trust me, but we have to work together,” stated Angel, “This Harvester is going to try and create a powerful army, to enslave and kill human beings, you and Emma has been possessed by him, if her body didn’t reject him she would have become a vessel, a soldier from what Wesley tells me. And the same thing can happen to you.”
“I wouldn’t let it,” said Conner.
“The Harvester is the only demon I’ve ever seen Emma not beat,” said Angel.
“Whatever,” stated Conner.
“We have hardly anything as of information on this thing, prophesies are giving nothing. We don’t have any advantages against this Thing.”
“So the world’s going to finally end,” said Conner, “Finally, rest.”
“Conner, the world won’t end, it’ll be taken over by a rage of evil beings, and as far as we know, you and Emma will be valuable to either side,” said Angel.
“Why do you persist?”
“Because, you’re my son, I love you and need you to understand,” said Angel.
“I don’t have to understand,” said Conner.

The Diner; Emma and Spike went to a nice place underground. The place was nicer then one of those demon bars. Demons there, just, it was a diner. Emma and Spike sat down at one of the tables. Emma didn’t like the smell of this place.
“What are you thinking?” asked Spike looked at Emma’s disgusted face.
“I know that isn’t that hamburger stuff they’re cooking,” she answered.
“Well it’s a demon place so I guess they’re cooking demon meat. So are you hungry?”
Emma shook her head ‘yes.’ Spike gave Emma a menu and she reluctantly opened it and read it. Spike summoned over a demon that worked there. Waiter.
“So what do you want?” asked the demon.
“Blood, not human, beaver, she’ll have the spaghetti,” said Spike.
Emma put the menu down. Emma sat at the table looking around the room, “That kind of contradicts the whole handing me one of these thingies,” she put down the menu, “What’s spaghetti?”
“Um, noodles in sauce,” stated Spike.
“Like Chinese?” asked Emma, she’d experienced the luxury of Chinese, kind of one of the protocols for living at Angel Investigations.
“Sort of.”
“Oh,” she sighed.
Spike looked at Emma who was looking down. Spike noticed her nails. They were short and black. She’d painted them.
“I used to paint my fingernails black,” said Spike.
“I know.”
“Where do you get the fingernail stuff,” asked Spike.
“Found it after I killed a pack of vamps,” said Emma.
Spike nodded his head, “Okay.”
“I find all kinds of weird things,” said Emma thinking about it.
“That sounds interesting,” said Spike.
“I saw a commercial on TV for a razor and there was a Fella shaving his face, why would he want to do that?” asked Emma.
“Because, human, sometimes demon grown men grow hair on their faces. And they don’t like it, like woman shave their arm pits and legs. Most men don’t shave their legs.
Emma made a disgusted face of surprise, “People get hair there, ewe, yuck, well I knew guys got it but, ewe.”
The demon came back with a plate of spaghetti and a fork. Also a cup of blood. He went off. Emma just kinda stared at the completely normal plate of spaghetti, no meatballs, just spaghetti and sauce.
“Something wrong?” asked Spike looking at Emma.
“How do you eat spaghetti?” asked Emma.
“Here I’ll show you,” Spike grabbed her fork and twisted it around in the noodles the way most people eat spaghetti, then he offered for her to take over, “Something I remember from my Human days.”
Emma took over. She took a bit off the fork, she seemed to like it, “What did you eat back in Quortoth?”
Emma looked at him from her plate, “Demon meat, blood, tree leaves, about once a week.”
“How many times did you eat a day?” asked Spike not believing the ‘once a week part.’
“I only ate once a week, sometimes a month,” she said as if he was stupid.
“That horrible,” said Spike taking a drink out of his cup.
“I refused to eat human,” said Emma, “It just sounded like the right thing.”
“That’s smart,” said Spike, “I’m proud of you for that,” Spike put his hands in his pockets looking for his wallet, “Damn it.”
“What?” asked Emma putting down her fork.
“I forgot my money.”
“Okay,” said Emma, Emma put down her fork and put her hand in her pocket of her jacket and pulled out 2 wallets and handed them to Spike. Spike looked in them. One had a license in it and one didn’t. Wesley and the other one must have been Angel.
“Emma did you steal these?” asked Spike, he looked like he was going to get on her for it too.
“Yup,” answered Emma happily.
“That’s wrong.”
“I only did it to those freakies,” she said addressing Wes and Angel.
“So it’s still wrong.”
“Oh gonna be father now?” she questioned.
“I’ve been your father and now I’m scolding you,” he replied.
“I just did it to them, plus don’t they owe you?” asked Emma.
“But it’s wrong, stealing is very bad.”
“They stole from you, last week I saw Angel pull cash out of you coat pocket,” said Emma.
“Really?”
“That’s why I’d of not hung it in Mr. Hands’ office,” she said.
“Okay you get away with it once. Only this time,” sighed Spike.

“You have what I didn’t Conner,” stated Angel.
“I don’t,” sneered Conner.
“Yes you do,” said Angel, “You have a family here, you have me, a father that loves you.”
“I don’t need your love, any of it,” rebelled Conner, “And Wes’, and I definitely don’t need Spike’s-”
“But you want Emma’s I do know that,” said Angel.
“Why do we have to bring her into everything?”
“Fine,” said Angel, “Tell me again that you don’t have me love.”
“Don’t try to pretend we can start over like last time,” stated Conner.
“I already know that we can’t Conner,” said Angel.
“Just pretend, that you’re not my damn father!” demanded Conner.
“My father is dead, I killed him at my own hands, I won’t pretend that you’re not my son, I wont disown you, like he disowned me!” stated Angel.
“You killed you’re father?” asked Conner.
“Yes,” sighed Angel, “I trick my sister into letting me in, telling her I was an Angel killed her, killed my mother, then killed my father.”
“Don’t give me ideas,” said Conner pacing off from Angel to the window.
“What, no Conner, I don’t want to hear that.”
Conner spun around, “It’s not all about you, I’m doing all these things and you think it’s all about you!”
“I don’t Conner, I know you’re sad, I know that this is a lot to handle,” said Angel.
“You know nothing,” sneered Conner, his eyes turned yellow then their blue.
“I know you’re in the right place,” said Angel.
“Am I supposed to agree with you?!” demanded Conner, “Am not going forget anything.”
Angel looked at his sun feeling desperate, feeling empathy for him, “Emma remembers everything that has ever happened In her life like it happened a moment ago, do you?”
Conner had been looking down, then he looked back up to Angel, “Yes.”
“Can’t you remember, what happened?” asked Angel.
“When?” asked Conner.
“Can’t you remember before now?” asked Angel.
“I remember now, when I was inside my mother?!” roared Conner, “Hearing things.”
“You remember how I felt, you remember how much I cared,” said Angel.
“But that doesn’t change anything,” sighed Conner, “Nothing can be changed.”
“But something can be started, we should work together, do good, defeat the apocalypses,” said Angel.
“You don’t even want to treat me like your son,” said Conner.
“Conner, even though I want to, this isn’t the time to go fishing,” stated Angel.
“I know that,” said Conner, “And I of all people do not need it explain to me.”
“It’s best we try to fix the life here, and not create a new one,” said Angel.
“Will that end the lies dad?” asked Conner.

Emma had eaten her spaghetti, Spike was drinking another glass of blood, “I think we should do something.”
“Okay,” she answered, She watched Spike rub his forehead stressfully, “You look like you could use a beer.”
Spike looked at her, “I don’t need a beer.”
“Yes you do,” said Emma, “I don’t care about the smell of you lying, I just think that you’re stressed out.”
“I’m not stressed out and you wont tell me that I need a beer,” said Spike.
“Why don’t you just order one?” asked Emma, “You afraid to drink in front of me now?”
“I’m not the best role model,” said Spike.
“So, not like you’re a bloody President, or you’re failing at your job,” stated Emma.
“I’m failing as your father, I don’t know where you go half the time, you’re angry at me, I can name more-”
“So,” said Emma, “I have my reasons.”
“I know you do Emma, but that was the past,” said Spike.
“I know it was the past, I know out of all of us,” sighed Emma.
“We won’t you be towards me the way you were before?” asked Spike.
“I know that Buffy didn’t do anything, and that stuff, but it’s like, my mind doesn’t register anything different,” said Emma.
“You’re my daughter and I want to be a good father,” said Spike.
Emma folded her arms, “Why should I care if you want to be parental all of a sudden?”
“Because, if you think you can’t trust anyone you’re wrong, you can trust me, I’ve said this.”
“But I can’t get what I was raised to do, to think out of my mind,” she sneered, “It just doesn’t go away.”
“I know that,” said Spike, “But you should try otherwise.”
“Because you want to shag like the wind through the trees?”
“Don’t speak to me that way,” said Spike, “I’m a grown man, and you shouldn’t think that way.”
Emma put her feet up in the seat, “But that’s the truth.”
“I can’t take back what you saw, but-”
“I can’t forget,” hissed Emma.
“I can’t help that Emma,” said Spike, “Just forget it and let us start over. Or, when things were good.”
Emma shook her head ‘no’, “No, too much has changed.”
“Not really,” said Spike.
Emma thought about Conner kissing her and she blink quickly to clear that from her mind, she took in a breath, “I don’t trust you, why can’t you handle that?”
“I can Emma, I just don’t think it’s good for you,” said Spike.
“Conner’s my friend now and I can trust him,” said Emma.
“I don’t like that boy,” said Spike.
“I don’t care how you feel,” sneered Emma.
“I want my little girl back,” said Spike.
“Well I want a father that wont bloody well be my antagonist,” said Emma.
Spike leaned his arms against the table, “I’m not your antagonist.”
“I can’t forget, how much ever I want to I can’t,” stated Emma.
They looked at each other for a long moment, “I love you Emma, you’re my flesh and blood.”
“I know,” said Emma.
“I’m your father and I’m a grown man.”
“I know that too,” sighed Emma.
“I want you to understand that I didn’t betray you,” said Spike.
Emma looked down at the cup of blood, “I think I would of like you more if you were evil.”
“What?”

Wesley was sitting at the Lobby table reading his Codex as Angel came down the stairs. Wes looked like he was on a roll. Wesley read his notes to himself.
“Anything?” asked Angel.
“Yes,” stated Wesley, “Something very important.”
“What?” asked Angel.
“The Orb of Luthor,” stated Wesley, “Created by an Ancient Sorceress named Linex in 129 b.c. Was create to destroy and rise. It’s some kind, it’s supposed to set them to their human state.”
“Lilah and Gunn?” asked Angel.
“I suppose,” said Wesley, “It says, ‘let the blood touch the poison and they will revert to their human state and death will come, or it will go.”
“Where is it?” asked Angel.
“In a museum just so happens here, in L.A. It probably would be a good idea to take Conner,” said Wesley, “Demon protection good to have the extra muscle,” Wes handed Angel a picture of it.
“Alright,” said Angel, “I guess we’ll go tonight. Right now I’ll go get Conner.”
“You seem happy,” said Wesley.
“Of course, I’ll be getting back one of my men,” said Angel, “Part of my family.”
“I thought it was going to be the end of us,” stated Wesley, “we were all slowly dying.”
“Well, we’re not, and before you know it we at Angel investigations will be back in full force, fighting evil.”
“What an aspiring way of saying it, yes, back,” smiled Wesley.
Angel went over to Wesley, “Fred would be proud.”
Wesley looked down, he smiled, “Thank you.”

“What?” asked Spike.
“I think I would of like you evil,” clarified Emma.
“No you wouldn’t,” said Spike, “I was a womanizer, evil. You know, I raped, killed, destroyed.”
“But I would have expected this from you, before that chip thing in your bummed skull, I would’ve known better,” said Emma.
“The soul I have has made me better Emma,” said Spike, “You don’t know what other’s felt around me, the pain I caused.”
“I’ve seen it,” said Emma, “Nothing I haven’t done, well, metaphorically speaking.”
Spike looked her sternly in the eyes, “You don’t know what you should be happy you have.”
“I know damn well enough not to get too attached,” sneered Emma.
“Emma, I love you, you’re my child, I wouldn’t want any harm to you, why can’t you see how I feel, why?” demanded Spike.
“Because, it out weighs everything else,” Emma scoffed standing up and walking out of the Diner.

Night flew in before they could stop it. Well they weren’t trying to do anything with it. Emma was walking the tunnels when she walked right into Conner. He looked at her, “You know I can’t hear you either when you come up to me.”
“My dad is trying to be the father he never has been or, well was, a time ago,” stated Emma.
“Angel is trying it too,” said Conner.
“We’re not threats to the world and we don’t have to trust them,” said Emma.
“We don’t,” said Conner, Conner looked at her deeply, “Why don’t you trust your dad?”
“Because I saw him having sex with my mother,” said Emma.
“Oh,” Conner stroke Emma’s hair next to her face.
Emma looked at him funny, “Yeah, a girl talking about her parents doing it, a real turn on,” she said Sarcastically in a nice way.
“Well you didn’t let me stroke your hair before when we were down here,” said Conner.
“Because I’m not much on the big, public affection thing.”
“Angel doesn’t count,” said Conner folding his arms across his chest.
“Well Conner,” said Emma, “I’m not just something you can touch.”
“Playing hard to get?” smiled Conner.
“Not really,” said Emma.
Conner leaned in towards her and she pulled away, “What?”
“I don’t want to have sex,” said Emma.
“Okay, fine,” said Conner leaning back in for a kiss.
She backed up into the wall, “Really? You’re a guy, of course you want sex.”
“I don’t want to think about it,” said Conner.
“Then stop trying to kiss me,” stated Emma.
Conner back off. Emma kissed him. She pushed her hands up his chest and smoothly around his neck. Conner eased his hands around her waist. Emma kept kissing Conner. She had him pinned against the wall.
She pulled away. Then Conner leaned into kiss her again and they suddenly pulled away.
“I’ve been looking for you,” scolded Spike seeing her as he turned the corner of the sewer tunnel.
“Conner,” said Angel, “Well, since we’re here all of us, Wesley wants us to go get this orb that could restore Gunn back to the way he was.”
“So where is it and what are we going to do to get it?” asked Emma.
“Well there’s demon guards and this thing is valuable, just steal it from the museum,” stated Angel.
“Stealing,” smiled Emma, “I think I can do that.”
“Oh,” said Spike, he handed over Angel wallet, “I scolded Emma about how she shouldn’t have done that.”
Angel just looked at Emma.

A security guard was walking through the halls of the museum, flashlight in hand. Looking at his surroundings. A not so active night. Nothing active at all.
Slowly he walked making sure that he didn’t miss anything. Then a hand came up behind him and grabbed his shoulder and the guard went down. Emma flexed her hands. And the group came walking through the entrance.
Angel led the way towards where the orb would reside. Another guard came around the corner, “What are you people doing in here?”
Emma quickly slammed him against the wall grabbed his shoulder and made him drop really quickly. He was out.
“Is it hard to learn how to do that?” asked Conner.
“All about pressure,” said Emma cracking her knuckles.

Every security guard they met, that guy was out of it. Cold on the floor in no time. They walked towards the main Lobby area. Where all the most rare objects were. Nothing going wrong everything perfect.
“Angel,” said that voice.
“Harvester,” stated Angel turning towards the large man not but 10ft away from him.
“Yes, I am here right before you small brain eyes,” stated The Harvester.
“May I asked what you want?” stated Angel.
“You may ask what you please of me, I’m not much like my good friend, Illyria,” he stated, “I want, what any being of my superiority, stature acquires, power.”
“Enslaving the entire race under your foot,” spat Emma.
“Do not speak with such injustice child, I almost beat you before,” smiled The Harvester, “I would be happy to bring upon your demise in a timely fashion.”
Conner sneered at the Harvester going towards him, inhumanly Emma grabbed his arm and pulled him back, “Remember what I said.”
Conner looked down at her then back at the Harvester giving no reply in the manner of anything but a glare. They knew what that glare meant. Conner wasn’t going to try to defeat this fiend right then.
“Ah, he listens, does he?” taunted Harvester.
“Why are you here?” asked Angel, “And I mean-”
“Right here,” smiled The Harvester, “Coming for what is mines,” he paced the room, walked over to a stand where an orb stood.
“What have you done to Gunn?” demanded Angel.
“How about you ask him,” stated The Harvester going towards the orb.
Gunn stepped out of the darkness near the windows. He stood before them in a leather vest, leather pants. Boots. His skin tinted with the red that The Harvester was known to bare.
The Harvester went to grab the orb from it’s place on a red velvet pillow. The orb a dark loosing black. It shined in the light that could be seen in the night. Emma leaped forward just out of instinct but the Gunn had thrown her down on the ground.
Emma landed on her butt skidding across the smooth floor. Emma caught herself and quickly stood up.
“Ah,” sighed The Harvester, he looked at the orb as he bore it in his hand, “What a beautiful sphere.”
Gunn walked towards Emma slowly. She backed up against the group. Emma jumped up and went to kick him across the face. Gunn caught her leg and let it go his arms moving in dazes. Angel went towards the Harvester. Lilah came up behind him and grabbed him swinging him across the floor.
Conner helped Angel and Spike helped Emma. Conner grabbed Lilah by her hair and tossed her down on the ground. Lilah stood up and threw a punch at Conner. Conner’s eyes went yellow as he dodged the blow.
Conner punched The woman in the face, again, again, then again. Lilah then started blocking the blows. Conner ducked a blow and Angel went to hit her and she ducked out of the way and swiped her nails across Conner’s chest.
The red nails had lengthened and were being stabbed into Conner. Conner backed away. Her moves too swift for him to see. Angel went at her and was slammed against the floor as she scratched his forehead.
Lilah did her job like a ballerina of sorts. She spun around and injected her nails into Angel’s chest. Gunn was still fighting Spike and Emma.
Spike had been punched in the face and thrown across the tiles of the floor. Emma was quickly punched across the face. Emma flipped back wards landing on her feet leaping up and kicked her foot across his face.
Blood went towards the floor from his mouth but then flew back into his mouth in the same manner. He gawked at her. Spike came back over and punched the demon Gunn in the head. Well he tried. Missing.
Gunn punched Spike in the face. So hard dust shook from his body and the sound of his knuckles hitting Spike’s face sounded like a loud door slamming shut. Emma punched Gunn in the face spun around and kicked him in the head.
This wasn’t getting them anywhere. They fought these two beings that seemed at that moment unstoppable. Blood flew from the gang.
The fight was starting to take a toile. Spike was thrown to floor blood dripping from his face. He stood back up his body growing week. Angel was slammed against a wall by Lilah. The Harvester just watched the orb.
No demon guards to save the day just their lives being splattered out on the floor. Emma was knocked across the floor. Gunn quickly grabbed a chair that one of the guards had once sat at and Emma came at him.
Gunn slammed the chair against her smashing it and throwing her down to the ground. She coughed blood looking towards Angel and Conner.
Lilah punched Angel across the face then stabbed him in the neck. Angel went down. Lilah grabbed Conner slammed him against the wall and stroked his face in her creepy, now creepy way.
Emma was slammed against the wall by Gunn and he grabbed a piece of wood off the floor and slammed it into Spike’s chest and Spike was against the wall looking at the stake like object sticking in his heart.
“DADDY!!” yelled Emma, Emma crawled to him blood dripping out her mouth she licked her lips. She looked at Spike, what right next to him, tears where flowing down her cheeks so quickly. She was holding his chest, “Don’t dust, don’t,” she sobbed. Gunn was watching coming slowly towards her.
Emma watched Spike looking at her as if he were in shock. She held his chest, “Don’t die, don’t die,” she cried, “I don’t want you to die, stay here!” She stopped crying all of a sudden, “You’re not dying.”
She pulled the wood from his chest and then pulled away. Spike caressed her face, “You cared,” he sighed blood on his breath, his own.
Gunn grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off her feet. Emma twirled around getting him to let go of his grip. She landed on her feet and put her hands on his face. Emma’s eyes turned yellow as she looked him dead in the eyes. Gunn began to tremble.
He started taking in gasps, The Harvester looked up from the orb, “Don’t let them defeat you.”
“Conner,” stated Emma, “Do it!!”
Conner sat up quickly. Lilah was standing over Angel stabbing him. Angel couldn’t hit any longer. Conner grabbed Lilah’s arm and held on looking up at her.
Angel crawled away for a moment, The Harvester came towards them, “You could have been mines!”
Emma’s eyes turned that red. Her roots red. Her skinned suddenly paled out, not like The Harvester, like his minions though. Emma let go and slammed her fist into Gunn’s chest, he went flying through the air. Gunn went through the sun roof and well there he went.
Conner held onto Lilah’s arm and didn’t let go till his eyes were the same as Emma’s had been. Lilah got her grasp and pulled away. She then waved her hand and disappeared.
“You never had to be my enemies,” stated The Harvester.
Emma and Conner walked towards him, “Give us the orb.”
“Do you really think any of my minions would be even close to as strong as me, you both are fools, didn’t know what you had,” The Harvester then shimmered away.
All of a sudden the sirens started going off. Spike and Angle tried getting up. Emma and Conner still in their condition came to their side. Emma grabbed her head like she had a headache.
“Someone start the robbery without me?” asked a familiar voice.
Angel looked to the person, “Gwen.”

*I wish my show would be better, I don't know how it is from your point of views but I've been busy and will try to make the shows better. School takes away my writing time.*

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