“Whoa,” Faith said, seeing the plane. “Is this our ride?”
“Not anymore,” Riley said. “Our ride is the Hummer in the back.”
“You want a Hummer in the back?” Faith laughed.
“Not in front of my little sister, Faith,” Buffy said.
Riley pointed to a large Humvee behind the plane.
“Oh, yeah,” Spike scoffed sarcastically. “We won’t look too conspicuous in that.”
“Actually, in L.A., we probably won’t,” Connor said.
Faith smiled. “Not that I’m not glad you popped out of your homicidal trance, but why would we be going back to L.A.? You know, the city where I’m a wanted fugitive.”
“Oh, I just thought we could stay at the Hyperion. It would have enough room for all of us. But you’re right, L.A.’s a bad idea.”
Spike stopped walking and looked at Connor. “The Hyperion?”
“Yeah,” Faith said. “Angel’s old hotel.” Faith was a little annoyed that Spike was picking on Connor just minutes after a fairly traumatic experience. Faith couldn’t blame the kid. The first few times in battle always blurred the lines between what you killed and what you didn’t.
“I know what it is,” Spike said. “But how does he know?”
“I told you,” Connor said, glaring at Spike. “Angel trained me. He told me all about the Hyperion. What the fuck’s your problem?”
“Hey, boys,” Buffy said sharply. “Let’s break up the testosterone competition.”
“Yeah,” Faith concurred. “If you want, just whip out your dicks, measure them, and get it over with.”
“After a hundred plus years hanging about, I can read people better than you might think,” Spike said, ignoring Buffy and Faith. “I can tell when someone’s hiding something. And you, mate, are hiding something. That’s my problem.”
“That’s enough,” Riley said. “Load the prisoner in the back and . . .”
Spike shoved Ethan toward Riley. “You do it, soldier boy. I’ve had about enough of your crap this week, too.”
“Oh, I get it,” Connor smiled. “You don’t like other males at the watering hole. I knew a guy in high school like that. Of course, he had steroids and hormones to blame. What’s your excuse?”
Faith shoved Connor to the ground. “That’s it! Get your skinny ass in the truck and shut your fat mouth up! Spike, load Ethan like we asked you to in the first place.” Faith turned to Buffy and Dawn. “You two--”
Buffy made a shocked expression. “Do not even start ordering me or Dawn around.” Buffy leaned down and helped Connor to his feet. “And just a tip, it’s generally a bad idea to shove your friends to the ground because of an argument. Gotta get that temper controlled, Faith.”
“Ethan’s running away,” Dawn said.
“Dawn, just let me handle this please!” Buffy said. “Wait. What did you say?”
“Ethan’s running away,” Dawn repeated.
The group all turned their heads and watched as Ethan ran for the Humvee.
“Son of a bitch,” Spike said as he bolted after Ethan.
The others in the group took off after him too. Connor overtook Spike as they ran toward Ethan and the Humvee.
Ethan climbed in and frantically searched for the keys. Connor ran up to the door and smiled through the window.
“Hey shit head,” Connor said as if greeting a friend. “Riley still has the keys. But I could teach you how to hotwire it if you want.”
Ethan turned to Connor and smiled. “Would you? I’d really appreciate it.”
Connor’s smile turned to a scowl as he opened the door and roughly grabbed Ethan. “Get in the back!”
Spike retrieved Eve from the trunk of her now nonfunctional Mercedes. “Sorry about the car, luv. You’re insured, right?”
**
Riley was driving the group back toward civilization.
“What happened to the vampires?” Dawn asked.
“Three dead,” Riley said. “Two escaped with a girl that was set on fire.”
Connor looked down nervously.
“The Risen, too,” Spike said. “He got out the back. Faith just scared him right off, really.”
“What can I say? I’m a scary girl. Now I recommend we find a motel, hit a liquor store, and all get wasted.”
“With the Risen One out there looking for us?” Buffy said. “Great plan Miss Impulse Control. Besides, Dawn’s too young to drink.”
Again, Connor looked down nervously.
“Bullocks,” Spike said. “If you’re old enough to get kidnapped, you’re old enough to drink.”
Connor pulled the cell phone from his pocket and turned it on. Almost immediately, it began ringing. “Yeah,” Connor answered.
“I’m terribly sorry. I must have the wrong number,” the refined English accent on the line said.
“Oh, you want Buffy, right?”
Buffy grabbed the phone. “Hello?”
“Buffy, it’s Giles. Um . . . who was that who answered?”
“Connor. He’s a friend.”
“He sounded a bit, well . . . young.”
“He’ not that kind of friend.”
“Bloody well right he’s not,” Spike barked in the background.
Connor turned and glared at the vampire.
“We have a situation,” Giles said. “It’s Dana. She beat McHenry quite badly during a training exercise and escaped.”
“Oh god,” Buffy said.
“They’re scouring Arizona of course. But there’s a chance she’s headed home. And since we’ve yet to assign a slayer to L.A. . . .”
“I understand.”
“I’ve left a message with Willow for her to perform the slayer tracking spell, but haven’t heard back. We’ll have more information then. Still, I’d like you to stay in the area just in case.”
“Call me,” Buffy said. She hung up and looked at Riley. “Looks like we’re headed back to L.A.”
“What?” Faith called.
“Not you. Me and Riley. We need to track a slayer down.”
Riley squirmed uncomfortably. “Buffy, I have to get back to HQ in London.”
Buffy stared at him for a moment. She wanted to yell at him that his duties were here now. But she knew that would lead to a conversation they couldn’t have in front of the others. “Fine. Just drop us somewhere we can hitch a ride to L.A.”
“We, meaning you and me, right?” Spike said.
“Given your history with Dana, I don’t think that’s a good idea Spike.”
“Not to mention my history with you, right?”
Riley shifted uncomfortably again.
“Riley, take Dawn back to London with you,” Buffy said.
“Buffy, no,” Dawn said. “I’m staying with Faith.”
“Spike can act as Faith’s watcher,” Buffy said, turning to face her sister. “You need to help Riley get Ethan back to London. Then you stay there until we find this Risen One. Spike and Faith can work on that.”
“What about Eve?” Faith asked.
“You want me to be your watcher?” Eve joked.
Faith rolled her eyes. “No, I mean what do we do with her?”
“I don’t trust her,” Spike said. “But she did everything we asked her to. I say we let her go.”
Connor turned and looked at Eve nervously. He really didn’t want her walking the streets and knowing where he was. But like Buffy’s conversation with Riley, this was something that could not be discussed or explained at the moment.
“Fine,” Buffy said.
“Yippee,” Eve said with a complete lack of enthusiasm or emotion.
Connor scowled at her and turned back to Buffy. “So if Dawn and Riley are going to London, and Spike and Faith are looking for this risen guy, then I’m . . .”
Buffy sighed. “You’re coming with me.”
Connor nodded.
“I’ll take Ethan back tonight,” Riley said. “I can drop you guys wherever.”
“Great,” Faith smiled. “Now let’s get some motel rooms and get ourselves drunked up.”
“Faith,” Buffy said disapprovingly.
“Sod off, Miss Needs-To-Live-A-Little. I thing getting pissed is the perfect end to this day. Maybe someone’ll get so drunk they’ll actually shag me.”
“Don’t look at me,” Connor said. “I may be girly looking, but I’m not gay. Not that there’s . . .”
“Yeah, yeah,” Faith said. “We know where you’re going with that.”
***
“What are you doing here little girl?”
Lisa, a six-year old girl carrying a doll, looked up at the woman in front of her. “My mommy says I don’t talk to strangers.”
The woman smiled and squatted so she could be face to face with the girl. “I’m Dana. Now I’m not a stranger. But this is a bad place. You should stay away from bad places. People can hurt you here. You should stay in places where he can’t hurt you.”
As expected, the words did not have a pleasant effect on the girl. She began to cry.
“Where’s your mommy now?” Dana asked.
Lisa pointed toward a car. “She cut herself shaving.”
Dana looked at her oddly. She was vaguely aware of what shaving was. McHenry sometimes talked of aftershave. When Dana arrived at the car, she found Lisa’s mother slumped down in the front seat. She had two puncture wounds in her neck. She was dead.
“Daddy cuts himself shaving, too,” Lisa said, pointing to her mother’s bloody neck. “But he doesn’t fall asleep afterward.”
Dana took the girl’s hand. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll find him and hurt him. And then he won’t hurt you. I promise.”
****
“Spike’s coming with the pizza,” Faith said, dropping a few bags on the bed. “I got the booze.”
Buffy glanced from the brown paper bags up to her sister. She could tell Dawn still didn’t want to leave. “I’m going to have a last word with Riley. Don’t’ touch the alcohol, Dawn.”
As Buffy walked out of the room, Connor passed her and walked in. “Pizza here yet?”
Buffy ignored him and walked down to the Hummer. “Hey,” she said quietly.
Riley looked up and felt a pang of fear as he noticed they were alone. He knew they’d have to have this conversation eventually. But somehow, he though he could escape town and then just avoid Buffy until . . . well, he died.
“Hey,” he said back. He glanced at Ethan, handcuffed to a bar in the backseat. “I scored Ethan, Dawn, and myself a ride back to the UK. Giles, I’m sure, will be waiting to see his old pal.”
“Yeah.” Buffy was actually annoyed that Riley was putting up the pretense of talking shop. “Can we go over here for a second?”
Riley didn’t look up, but nodded. “Yeah. I guess that’s a good idea.”
The two sat for a moment. They knew they had to talk. They even knew what they had to say. But neither knew how to start the conversation or which social niceties to invoke.
“I’m going to tell Sam,” Riley said. “I have to.”
Buffy looked down and sighed.
“She doesn’t deserve to . . . to not know. I considered not being specific about who, but . . . but it kind of explains things. If she thought it was some random girl, that would hurt . . . actually, I don’t know if it would hurt more or less. Maybe it would just hurt differently. She deserves the right kind of hurt.”
“What if . . . what if she throws you out?”
“Could you blame her? I’ll be glad if she doesn’t shoot me. She was a top marksman.”
“Don’t you mean markswoman?”
“She could pop me at fifty yards without a scope. Call her whatever you want. Doesn’t change what she can do.”
“If she . . . you can come and stay with me. If she does ask you to . . .”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Buffy. I mean, it would be bad enough that we . . . that we did what we did. And that we almost did what we almost did. If I were to come live with you . . .”
“It wouldn’t have to be like that.”
“It doesn’t matter how it would be,” Riley said. “It would be hurtful. And it would be wrong.”
Buffy nodded. She was beginning to cry and suddenly wanted this conversation over. “Tell I’m sorry.”
Riley looked up. “Hey Dawn,” he called loudly.
Buffy quickly wiped her face and looked up to see her sister looking over the upstairs railing at them.
“That better be a soda can!” Buffy yelled.
*****
Buffy flopped into a chair next to Connor, who was sucking down a Smirnoff Ice.
“What the hell are you drinking?” Spike asked, coming in with six pizzas.
“One and a half for each of us?” Buffy said.
“Hungry and horny,” Faith said, taking the pizzas from Spike and giving him a beer.
“Don’t tease, luv,” Spike said, popping the beer and quickly downing it. “Not when I’ve got alcohol in me.”
“Hey, Sally,” Spike laughed as he looked at Connor. “Why don’t you put on a dress if you’re going to drink that girl crap?”
Connor gave Spike the middle finger. He hopped up and grabbed another bottle of Smirnoff Ice. Turning, he tossed it to Buffy. “You like sausage?” Connor asked, grabbing the sausage pizza for him and Buffy.
“Yeah, mate,” Spike laughed. “Buffy loves the sausage.”
“Connor, could you please flip him off again?” Buffy said, opening the bottle he tossed her.
“Sure,” Connor smiled, turning and giving Spike the finger again.
“That an offer? Because pretty as you are, I don’t swing that way.”
Connor sat back and opened a bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. “Now, you did pay for this, right?” he asked Faith.
Faith smiled condescendingly. “As you so eloquently said earlier . . .” She flipped Connor off, then grabbed a package of peanuts. “You up?” she said to Spike, preparing to toss one.
“For you, I’m always up, luv,” Spike said with a suggestive grin.
Buffy rolled her eyes. Looking at Connor, she frowned as he drained another bottle. “How old are you again?” she asked him disapprovingly.
Connor smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Old enough,” he said flirtatiously.
“Old enough for what?” Buffy laughed mockingly.
“What d’ya need?” he shot back, still with his flirtatious tone.
“You old enough to drink?
“Sure,” Connor laughed. “You put the liquid in your mouth and you swallow, right?”
“So you swallow, huh mate?” Spike joked in between catching peanuts.
“If I can get her to cum enough, sure,” Connor shot back.
“Whoa!” Faith said loudly and appreciatively as Buffy blushed and Spike’s jaw dropped. “That’s it.” Faith tossed Connor a beer bottle. “Anyone who talks that dirty deserves a man’s drink.”
Connor popped the beer top and smiled. “Thanks. Oh, and, if you’re not doing anything tonight . . .”
“Yeah, just keep drinking,” Faith grinned back at him. “I may be a murderer, but I’m still above sleeping with minors.”
“Ouch,” Connor smiled.
******
The alcohol and pizza were in such abundance that, though each of them ate and drank more than what they would in a day, pizza, chips, and unopened bottles still sat about the room. Spike and Faith were now playing cards, both accusing the other of cheating and too drunk to realize they’d forgotten the rules. Connor was watching TV and still nibbling on pizza. Buffy had dosed off in her chair.
Buffy awoke with a start when Faith and Spike began yelling about whether a full house beat a flush. It was a moot point since neither of them had either hand.
“Why did we do this in my room?” Buffy yawned as her eyes opened.
“Because you were talking to Dawn when we decided where to have it,” Connor said. “Want another wine cooler?” He held out a bottle.
Buffy pushed it out of her face. “I want to sleep.”
Connor smiled again. “Come on. We’ll trade rooms. I can sleep through anything. Just let me get some stuff.”
Faith and Spike had talked the group into Tequila shots. Buffy and Connor hadn’t handled theirs well and had to carry each other to the other side of the motel.
Connor slipped the key in the door and pushed it open. Turning to help Buffy inside, he saw the light shining in the lines of tears that had run down her face.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered.
“Nothing,” Buffy said with a sniffle.
“Oh. You’re just one of those people who cry when they’re drunk?”
Buffy laughed quietly. “You’re funny.”
“It was that guy. Riley. Not that I think girls only get upset about guys, it’s just you two . . . there was a vibe, you know? Well, that and you told me you dated Riley once. But on top of that, there was a vibe, too.”
Buffy laughed quietly again. “You’re still funny.” She looked up into his blue eyes. The moonlight and florescent lamps combined to make them seem to glow. “How old are you again?” She was standing so close he could feel her breath on his face.
He was almost too excited to breathe. “Old enough,” he whispered.
Buffy pushed Connor into the room, slamming the door behind her. Grabbing his shirt with both hands, she pulled it hard to both sides, ripping the buttons off and exposing his chest.
All the lovers Buffy had been with until now had been muscular and sculpted. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment at Connor’s boyish physique. There was even the momentary thought of backing out. But Connor grabbed her and pulled her toward him, kissing her deeply. His grip was firm and commanding. Firmer than Riley or even Angel.
Connor’s tongue felt nice in her mouth. He backed away so that he could pull her sweater up. His hands moved quickly, unsnapping her bra in the front and leaving it hanging from her shoulders, her chest exposed. Buffy thought it a side effect of her inebriation that Connor’s hands seemed to move too quickly to see. Before she even felt the cold breeze of the air-conditioned room on her chest, Connor’s warm body was pressed against hers again.
While Connor’s arm moved over her back, massaging it as they kissed, Buffy’s hands dropped to his waist. She unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down. Still holding Buffy, Connor moved back, trying to step out of his pants. But he’d forgotten his shoes were still on and he fell backward, pulling Buffy down as he tripped to the ground.
They laughed at Connor’s lack of dexterity as he quickly pushed his shoes off. Now sitting near the bed, Connor gripped Buffy’s hips, lifting her almost over his head and flopping her face up on the bed.
Connor unbuttoned her pants and gripped her pants and underwear firmly. Kicking his pants and boxers off his ankles, he slid up her body as his hands slid her pants and panties down. He slid her pants off just as his mouth reached her midriff. He kissed her stomach as his hands explored her body. She ran her hands through his silky brown hair, rubbing it gently. She used the soft strokes and gentle pressure of her hands on his head to urge him to continue kissing lower, lower.
Connor mouth nestled between her legs, gently kissing and licking her thighs. His hands rubbed her legs, then moved up to her thighs as his mouth moved to the lips of her womanhood. He kissed those lips, softly and gently like he’d done to the lips of her mouth.
Slowly, Connor tongue worked inside. Buffy moaned gently, bucking her hips in rhythm with the firm, steady movement of Connor’s tongue. She gasped, then exhaled deeply. She felt herself become even wetter.
Connor quickly moved up, sliding into her with ease. He laid his head on the pillow next to her and continued pushing into her, now with his cock instead of his tongue. Buffy thought she would cum the moment he entered her. She sighed again, moving with him as his pace quickened and quickened.
Connor had not really been anything special to look at. He wasn’t fat and disgusting, but his skinny frame left him a step below the beefcake men to whom Buffy had made love before. He wasn’t ugly, but girly looking. His youngish face and disheveled hair made him seem too much a moppet for Buffy’s interest.
But now, lying here with her eyes closed, Connor seemed almost perfect. He could move with the speed and strength of Spike or Angel. Yet his body was warm and comforting like Riley’s.
Buffy realized her moans were becoming louder and more frequent. Connor had quickened the pace of his thrusts into her. He moaned, and sighed, and nibbled her ear as he whispered to her how beautiful and sexy and strong she was.
Buffy gripped Connor’s head, holding him in place with his lips on her neck, as she moaned softy and came with a shudder. Less than a second later, Connor sighed deeply and lowered himself on top of her.
Shit, Buffy thought. Riley’s not even out of the time zone, and I screw the first boy who walks me to my door. She didn’t even want to consider what this would do to the group dynamic. Spike and Connor clearly worked well together, but there was an equally clear tension between them. This wouldn’t help.
“Connor,” Buffy whispered. “Connor, you have to go back.”
“What?” Connor said sleepily, raising his head and looking at Buffy. Less than two minutes after climax and he was already dosing off.
“Connor, you have to go back to my room. Well, your room now. Back to Spike and Faith.”
“Are you kidding? I don’t even get a little cuddling?”
“God, you really are a girl, aren’t you?” Buffy gave Connor a shove. “Wake up and get back down the hall!”
Connor crawled out of the bed and grabbed his pants. Pulling them on, he saw his now buttonless shirt on the floor. “Are all you Sunnydale girls like this?” Connor said, grabbing a cheap t-shirt he bought just in case. “I mean, at least Cordy let me stay the night.”
Buffy sat up in the bed and looked at Connor on the floor. “Cordy?” she said with annoyance. “Cordelia Chase? Okay, now you really need to get out.”
Connor stood and walked toward the door. Shit, he thought, now realizing the situation he was in. “Um . . . Buffy, I’m . . . look, I need you to do me a favor. We . . . you . . . you can’t tell Angel about this.”
“What?”
“It’s just . . . it’s just this thing with him. And me. And us liking the same kind of women. Or, more accurately, the same exact women. I guess it’s genetic.”
“Genetic? What the hell does that mean?”
“Nothing. I’m drunk. Ignore me. But, still. You can’t tell Angel, okay?”
Buffy looked at Connor in the doorway. “No offense, Connor, but I’m not in a hurry to tell anyone about this.”
Connor nodded quietly. “I understand.” He walked back toward Spike and Faith. The night was cool and calm and beautiful. He’d just had the best sex of his life. And yet, Connor couldn’t help feeling sad. He couldn’t help but feel unlovable, having been so quickly thrown out after said great sex. The only girl in his life that had wanted a real relationship with him had been brainwashed to want it. In fact, 90% of their relationship had never happened.
As Connor reached the door to the room where Faith and Spike sat playing cards, he felt his eyes water. He missed Tracy. He missed his parents. He missed the perfect life Angel had given him before being thrown back into all of this madness and violence and death.
Connor took a moment to regain his composure. Then he pushed the door open. “Hey guys.”
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