Title: Wrong Sort of Paradise
Author: Sweetness (ficathon@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Connor/Faith
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss Whedon and Co.
Distribution: My site (
http://fanfiction.angel-buffy.com), if you already have permission, just let me know. Otherwise, ask.
Notes: Written for cornerofmadness. Who wanted to see the line “you don’t remember me but…” Set post-Not Fade Away.
Feedback: Yes please :)
Five years ago their lives had been torn apart, but they had managed to rebuild them to a degree. His father was dead, and the only survivor of the final battle was a former goddess. Alone and bereft, she had sought him out. And with her at his side, he had picked up the battle where his father had left off. It wasn’t something he could have imagined doing before but he did it now. He couldn’t look his fake family in the eye knowing what he did and not fight to protect them.
He had gone down to Mexico on the trail of a demon, while Lorne had stayed with Illyria. He was glad to be relieved of the burden of the goddess. She had not accepted the fact that she was no longer powerful and locked to her physical shell. He sometimes wondered if the final battle and the loss of her comrades had made her insane. To watch each of them fall had to have been horrific. She was his last link to his father, besides Lorne, so he took care of her. At one time, he had despised all demons, but now he recognized a part of himself in them.
Mexico was different for him; he could go about during the day while he hunted the demon he was after. He wasn’t tied to the nocturnal hours of Angel Investigations. It was almost as if he had found a paradise. Then he saw her and all thoughts of his hunt left his mind. He remembered her from the time Wesley had brought her in to track down Angelus. She had treated him like a child and sent him home. He had often wondered what had happened to the dark Slayer. He decided to follow her for a few days; he didn’t care that he should be hunting some demon down. It was by the end of the first day that he gave up stalking her; he could tell that she knew that he was following her. Rather than drag out another day and possibly face her anger, he decided to drop the pretext and introduce himself.
“Hi, it’s Faith, right?”
”Yeah, what do you want?”
”Well you don’t remember me, but…” Connor began to introduce himself.
**END**