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The private jet touched down in Boston and Angel quickly put the folders back in his briefcase and locked it. It was almost midnight as he made his way across the tarmac and into the airport lounge. It was still something that amazed him, when he'd been human the ability to fly had been impossible but now that he was the CEO of Wolfram and Hart he was discovering quickly that money could make anything possible. Hands covered his eyes as something launched itself onto his back and Angel was about to throw the creature off when it spoke.
"Guess who."
"Faith." The vampire grinned as Faith got off his back and hugged him.
"I've missed you big guy."
"Me too Faith, it's been too long."
"Yeah, so tell me how the big CEO of Wolfram and Hart is doing and does this mean I get to live the good life?"
"Whatever you need tell me and it's as good as done, I owe you for this Faith."
"You don't owe me anything Angel." Faith led him through the doors and out into the car park, "So what's this all about?"
"A boy studying at Harvard has a demon that's making him weak so that something else can take him out," he said in one breath before remembering that even though he didn't need to breath it soothed other people when he did.
"Sounds like fun, but why the big hush up?"
"When we get to the hotel I'll tell you."
"And suddenly I'm feeling like that chick on Alias. You better not ask me to do any dirty undercover work because I look great in sexy underwear but I'm pretty sure Wood wouldn't appreciate it."
Angel smirked at the Slayer as she turned the key in the ignition sparking the rental car to life, "There may be some undercover work but I promise nothing of the dirty variety."
"Good," Faith mumbled with a grin and turned the radio on, her fingers thrumming to the beat against the wheel.
Angel checked to make sure the fridge was stocked with blood as he waited for Faith to finish her tour of the penthouse; from the various curses he heard Angel guessed she was impressed.
"Shit Angel, this place is--ok," she muttered realising how excited she was getting and trying vainly to protect her nonchalant image.
He laughed and motioned for her to sit down, "Faith what I'm about to tell you can't leave the room." At Faith's quirked eyebrow he laughed again although this time it was more restrained, "Ok so that came out sounding more 007 than I meant it to but..."
"I get it, my lips are sealed Angel. So, spill the beans, what is it about this kid that's so important he needs a Slayer and an ensouled vamp to look after him?"
"He's my son." He watched as her eyes widened and her mouth hung open, it didn't surprise him, she'd had the same reaction when he'd told her the first time only this time they weren't separated by glass.
"But I didn't think vamps could...you know, I thought you were all shooting blanks."
"Yeah well something happened."
"Who's the mother? It isn't Cordy is it because you know B'll kill you if it is and I'll have to smack you across the head just for the sake of sisterhood."
Angel quickly shook his head a part of him smiling over the fact that Faith had obviously managed to over come the rift with his ex. "Darla, my sire, she's his mother."
"Oh, so does everyone else know or..."
"There's a spell, it keeps Connor a secret and no one knows about it other than me and Lilah and no doubt the senior partners."
"So you cast some funky mojo, so nobody would remember your son, why?"
"That's an even more complicated story. Connor was deeply disturbed, he grew up in a hell dimension."
"Does he know you exist?"
Angel again shook his head, "He's a different person now, the spell," he paused and stood up moving towards the window, "The spell gave him a new identity, a new life and now something is after him and it's my fault."
He didn't realise she was standing next to him until she leant back against the window and looked up at him, "If nobody knows he's your kid then how is it your fault?"
"Why else would demons be after him? Maybe the spell didn't cover everyone, I don't know, Lilah didn't exactly go into complete detail about the spell."
Faith shrugged, "You're always blaming yourself, this isn't your fault. You didn't order the demon to attack him. Plus you're helping him, you're putting everything you've risked on the line to save this kid so quit blaming yourself because you're doing the right thing."
Angel stepped back away from the glare in her eyes, he knew she was right but it was easier to listen to than accept. "Part of me knows that," he murmured and turned away from the window, "I'm going to need you to get close to him, find out how this demon is draining him. Wes said it needed physical contact and seeing as I can't follow him in the day..."
"You want me to be your eyes," Faith finished for him, "I'm a high school dropout Angel, how the hell am I going to fit in at Harvard?"
Angel moved away from her and over to his duffel bag, he pulled something out and waved it around as Faith burst out laughing, doubling over in an attempt to stop herself.
"Legally Blonde?" She sniggered, "You own Legally Blonde...you've watched Legally Blonde?"
He ignored her continued laughter, "Cordelia forced me to watch it, it belongs to her but I figured it might be able to help you out."
Faith held up a hand and breathed deeply before looking at him, "First of all I'm not a dumb blonde, if you wanted one of those maybe you should've called Buffy."
'And maybe she hasn't gotten over all her issues.' Angel grit his teeth allowing her to continue.
"Second I'm not peppy and pink is definitely not my favourite colour plus, I don't even own a Chihuahua."
Angel shrugged, "Guess you'll have to fake your way through it."
Faith grinned at him and sat down in the chair kicking her boots off and turning on the television, "Nah, I'll just pretend I'm Willow. The hacker, not uber-witch 2003," she added and began flicking channels as Angel stared at her in despair and sat down on the sofa opposite her.
Faith had had practise at the art of disguise Angel noted as he watched the Slayer pull an auburn wig over her head, completely covering her dark brown hair. The vampire knew she could sense him watching her and he smiled when she spun around, eyes now green and arms raised.
"Tah dah!" Faith announced still grinning, "So, think I'm ready for Harvard?"
Angel leant against the doorframe, "They won't know what hit them," he smirked, "You're enrolled as Lana Pryce."
Faith cocked an eyebrow, "Sounds kind of familiar, I don't have to do the whole English accent do I?"
"No, just stick with the born and bred, moved to Los Angeles before getting homesick story."
She nodded and fiddled with her wig, "Showtime."
"This has to be quick, get the information about the demon attacks and then go."
Her hand on his chest made Angel stop and he looked down at his feet, embarrassed, remembering the twenty other times he had gone over the plan.
"Don't worry big guy, I know the song off by heart."
Angel smiled and watched her breeze past him and stop at the front door, "He'll be ok Angel, I promise."
The vampire nodded as she disappeared out the door and headed over to the bar. Filling a glass with scotch and letting the liquor burn down his throat.
"Connor right? We're in the same chem class, the professor told me you're the guy to see so I can play catch up."
Connor shook his head and moved his bag to the opposite shoulder, "I don't think so, I used to be." He looked at the woman and smiled, "Welcome to Harvard."
Connor began to move away but the woman matched him step by step so he slowed down so that they could keep talking.
"You need your own guide dog to find your way around this place. Lana Pryce."
He awkwardly shook her outstretched hand, "Well I can show you around if you want."
"That'd be great. So medicine, what type of doctor do you wanna be?"
"A paediatrician, I want to help kids."
"Nice idea." Lana smiled and Connor found himself grinning back, "So coffee?"
"Why not. So where are you from? You sound like a native."
"Born and bred in Boston." She flicked her hair back, "Moved to LA for awhile but that place is just so fake, made me homesick being away for so long so I transferred back here."
"I've never been to LA." She looked at him funny when he said that and he pointed ahead of them slightly confused, "There's a place just up there that makes the best coffee you're going to find on campus."
"Cool, so you've lived in Boston your whole life?"
Connor shook his head, "No, I'm from California originally."
The woman nodded and Connor shrugged off the weird feeling he was getting from her, "Boston's a long way away, do you miss your family?"
"I see them on holidays, it's not that bad, I'm studying most of the time anyway. Not that it's doing much for me these days," he muttered under his breath and immediately stared down at his feet when he realised she'd heard him.
"I hate it."
"What?"
"The pressure, the constant having the get good grades. Then again, that might be because I'm always failing."
"And you got into Harvard how?" He smirked at her and she grinned back punching him lightly on the arm.
"Money, you're family donates enough and you can pretty much get in anywhere."
"You don't seem like a snob."
"I ain't no Kennedy brat that's why."
"Huh? The former president?"
"No, this chick I know, she's rich as well, old money I think but she's a complete brat."
"Well you're nice for a rich kid. Outside or in?" She quirked her eyebrow and it was then that Connor became aware of the almost freezing temperature, "Inside it is."
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