DISCLAIMER: All the characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, the WB, FOX, Kuzui Enterprises, Mutant Enemies and whoever else owns the copyrights. I'm merely using them for the fun of writing and reading, and because I MISS B/A DAMMIT!!!!!!
DEDICATION: To Michelle, Alex, Kim, Steph, Vivien and all the great true B/A shippers out there, keep the faith!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a sequel to my AtS FIC "The Chosen One" (can be found in http://www.crosswinds.net/~cookiesm/tco.html), and it's based on the lost but not forgotten "I Will Remember You", 3 years later.
They heard loud noises getting closer and closer.
“What is it?” Wesley perked his head to the sounds.
“I don’t think I want to find out”, Cordelia said, looking over at Angel. He nodded. “Take the kid and go”, he said, motioning outside with his head. “Wesley, you go with them”, he said.
“And leave you here to fight these creatures alone? I rather not”, Wesley said, folding his arms.
Cordelia took the kid’s hand and started running outside, while Wesley and Angel grabbed weapons.
Cordelia was heading towards the elevator.
“No”, the kid pulled Cordelia’s hand. “Don’t go there”, he said.
“This is the best way out”, Cordelia said.
“We better go from there”, he pointed at the front exit.
“Don’t you think the sewers are the best way out?”
“No. They are waiting for us to go there”.
“Okay, let’s go to my house then”. Cordelia pulled him and they ran outside into the street.
The kid stopped and looked at Cordelia, who walked inside the house. She stopped, looking over at him. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t speak. “Are you sensing Dennis or something? He’s a friendly ghost. Have you ever seen Casper?”
The kid took her hand again, still not talking and lead her inside the apartment.
She followed him quietly.
“Sleep”, he said, as she sat down on her sofa.
“Hush”, he put his finger to her mouth and she lay down, looking frightened at him.
“Sleep”, he said quietly and put his hand on her forehead.
Her expression turned bleak.
“I’m sorry”, he whispered. “You’ve been nothing but nice to me…” he covered her eyes with his hand for several seconds. When he moved his hands her eyes were closed.
He got up and walked through the door.
“What are these things?” Wesley asked as a few flying monsters lunged at him like balls.
“I don’t know… never seen these kind of demons…” Angel answered as he was trying to kill a monster with his sword. “…Before”, he cut through the demon, only to realize he was cutting the air.
“What is it? It’s not real, it’s a hologram of some kind”. Wesley said, when one of the creatures hit him, cutting his arm.
“Or maybe they are real”. He flinched.
“There must be a way to kill them”, Angel said, ducking another demon-ball attack.
“You just push this button”, they heard the kid’s voice and turned around. He was holding a little black chip, that resembled a remote, the flying monsters squealed and turned into little balls, jumping into the little bag the kid was holding.
“You sent these things to attack us!” Wesley looked at him angrily.
“Where’s Cordelia”, Angel asked.
The kid walked inside the office.
“Nice place. Better than the one that got blown up”, he said, his hand lingering on the silky chair.
Angel watched the kid complete his circle around the room and standing in front of him.
“You know what he is?” Wesley asked behind.
“I know what he is and I know who he is”, the boy didn’t even turn around.
“So what is it that you want of us?” Wesley asked, moving closer.
“Don’t get any closer, lower being”, the kid said and turned around.
“If you kill me, you wouldn’t be any better than the fiends you fight”.
Wesley opened his mouth, shocked. “How do you know that’s what I was thinking?”
“Wesley”, Angel said quietly. “Leave us alone”.
The kid turned back to Angel, a worried expression floated on his face for a brief second. Wesley left the room.
“You can’t read my mind, boy”.
The kid looked down. “Maybe not, but I can still hurt you”.
“Why are you being so resentful?”
“Because you’re a liar! You’re not a warrior, you don’t help people!”
The kid shouted.
Angel scanned the boy’s face. “Have I ever done anything to hurt you? I don’t know what you’re talking about”.
“I needed your help a long time ago, but you let me down”.
“I don’t…” Angel looked at him confused. “I don’t remember having met you before”.
“You don’t… well, that’s fine. You will remember how I hurt your friends!”
The boy turned to leave. “You hurt them, and I won’t have mercy on you boy”, Angel growled behind him.
“I will destroy you”. The kid said quietly and walked out of the room.
“Where did he go?” Wesley faced Angel as he walked out of the room, Angel froze in his place and sighed.
“Wesley”, he looked at him. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, the little brat seemed upset as he stormed out of here”.
“It’s Michael, Wesley”. Angel said calmly, looking away.
“What are you talking about?” Wesley asked confused, after a bit.
“Remember last year? We saved Michael when he was a baby from that demon Zadon and brought him to the oracles?”
“Oh, yes. The baby from the other dimension”. Wesley took off his glasses. “But, how can it be? He is supposed to be about two years old now”.
“I don’t know. I just know it’s him. Maybe he can travel in time. He has powers. It must be him”.
“But he seems so evil”, Wesley protested.
“He’s not evil. He’s just confused. He’s full of hatred”.
“Well, how can it be? You gave him to the powers that be, to avoid having him misusing his powers, and I think that’s just what he’s been doing”.
“Maybe the pantheon is not that safe”.
“Maybe, and we have to find the little brat… sorry, child, before he does more damage”.
“Where’s Cordelia?” Angel curved his mouth, and they headed towards the exit.
“Cordelia!” Angel called out as they entered her apartment.
“There!” Wesley spotted her on the couch.
Both Angel and Wesley rushed to her side.
“She’s not dead, is she?” Wesley asked as Angel touched her.
“No, she’s alive…” Angel pondered quietly.
“Is she sleeping?” Wesley leaned forward. “She seems like she’s in some sort of a coma”.
Angel got up. “Stay with her”.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to find Michael and wake Cordelia”.
Finding the boy wasn’t hard. Not many young boys were walking the streets that late at night.
Angel walked stealthily behind the kid. The boy sensed him and turned around but Angel grabbed him, before he could run.
“Let me go!” the kid shouted.
“What did you do to Cordelia?” Angel held him by the lapels.
“Let me go!” Michael kicked Angel harder, making him drop him to the ground. Angel growled, showing him his game face.
Michael just stared at him.
“Michael”, Angel started talking.
“Get away from me!” Michael took a step back.
“Hold it right there!” both Angel and Michael moved their heads to see kate, the blonde detective, pointing a gun at them.
“Kate”, Angel transformed back to his human face.
“I’m tired of you popping up everywhere!” kate didn’t lower her gun.
Michael stepped forward. “It won’t make you a better cop if you kill him”, he said. She looked at him. “What the…” she moved her gun to the boy’s face. “What are you?”
“Nothing will bring your father back. You’re just being irascible because he died before showing you that he cares about you”.
“Shut up!” she waved the gun, almost touching his face.
Angel pulled the kid back.
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