The nest of vampires had been the stupid kind - the kind that hadn't heard L.A. had its own protectors and didn't take the idea of humans and demons being preyed on very well. After dusting the entire nest - really, they'd been pretty stupid.
"Right, Dad?" Connor asked. "Dad?"
"Yo, Angel?" Faith waved a hand in front of his face.
"Huh?" He blinked.
"Where'd you go, big guy?"
Angel shrugged and offered a half-smile. "Sorry. I got distracted. Did you think that one vampire looked like Dru?"
Faith rolled her eyes. "I saw that."
"Think Dru's starting up her cult again?" Connor shoved his weapons in a shoulder satchel.
"Guess we'd better reach out to the Watchers." Faith tucked a leftover stake into Connor's satchel. They made their way out of the abandoned warehouse.
Angel followed along behind. More than once, he paused, looking around. Connor finally noticed. "What is it? Didn't we clear out the nest?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm pretty sure we got them all." Angel squeezed Connor's shoulder. "Sorry, I'm just distracted. Why don't you and Faith go on ahead and I'll get you both some ice cream."
Connor's eyebrows shot up. "Are you bribing me?"
Angel patted his shoulder as he walked off. "That's what I always tell people, you're smarter than you look."
"Ha, ha!"
The farther Angel moved away from Connor, the clearer it came - a scent, maybe a memory of a scent. A perfume he hadn't smelled in years, one Buffy wore, back when they were dating. She couldn't be here; last Faith heard from Willow, Buffy was in Greece.
And yet.
He took a deep breath, ignoring the stench of rotting garbage, the stink of gasoline, cigarette smoke, Asian food, and...perfume.
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Date: 2022-01-28 04:49 am (UTC)"Right, Dad?" Connor asked. "Dad?"
"Yo, Angel?" Faith waved a hand in front of his face.
"Huh?" He blinked.
"Where'd you go, big guy?"
Angel shrugged and offered a half-smile. "Sorry. I got distracted. Did you think that one vampire looked like Dru?"
Faith rolled her eyes. "I saw that."
"Think Dru's starting up her cult again?" Connor shoved his weapons in a shoulder satchel.
"Guess we'd better reach out to the Watchers." Faith tucked a leftover stake into Connor's satchel. They made their way out of the abandoned warehouse.
Angel followed along behind. More than once, he paused, looking around. Connor finally noticed. "What is it? Didn't we clear out the nest?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm pretty sure we got them all." Angel squeezed Connor's shoulder. "Sorry, I'm just distracted. Why don't you and Faith go on ahead and I'll get you both some ice cream."
Connor's eyebrows shot up. "Are you bribing me?"
Angel patted his shoulder as he walked off. "That's what I always tell people, you're smarter than you look."
"Ha, ha!"
The farther Angel moved away from Connor, the clearer it came - a scent, maybe a memory of a scent. A perfume he hadn't smelled in years, one Buffy wore, back when they were dating. She couldn't be here; last Faith heard from Willow, Buffy was in Greece.
And yet.
He took a deep breath, ignoring the stench of rotting garbage, the stink of gasoline, cigarette smoke, Asian food, and...perfume.
"Buffy?"
There was no answer.