MAD, BAD AND DANGEROUS TO KNOW
By D. M. Evans
Disclaimer - I don't own them. We all know who does, yep, Joss owns all and
I'm grateful for the chance to play (non-profit might I add) with them all.
Though I do lay claim to Ms. Josephine Billie
Rating - R for violence and language
Summary - Realizing Wolfram and Hart has betrayed him, Angel must rescue
his son and his friends.
Spoilers - all the way to the finales of AtS S4 & BtVS S7
Author's Note #1 - THANK YOU to my two beta's Yseult and Christine. I ran
out of time to implement all the polish I wanted to but never fear it shall
Author's Note #2 - This was written for the Angel Book of Day's challenge.
Here are my challenge requirements, writing for S. J. Smith umbrella themes
of AtS and Summer
Must Have -- Angel and Kite Flying
Restrictions -- No Slash and No C/A
Rating Restriction (no higher than): R
Spoiler Restriction (must be set before): End of S4.
And the funny thing is S.J. is not only my roomie but my usual beta, so she
knows I wrote this but not WHAT her story is (and she okayed me straying a
little into realm of speculation on S5. I assure all readers there are NO
spoilers in this. I don't read spoilers. This is just what I would like to
happen but I know never will)
Author's Note #3 - All monsters in this fic are drawn from legend. I didn't
invent them or any of the ways to defeat them. I did invent the Seminole
ceremony used here but only because the book on the subject didn't get here
in time. Pout.
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence, long;
And now 'tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once - or yield to song.
My Soul is Dark - Lord Byron
I have been through so much. I have survived for over two hundred years;
more if you count the centuries in Hell. You'd think I'd be smarter. I
certainly should be but desperation has a way of draining intelligence. It
has been too much for me. My life has never been on an even keel but since
Darla waddled back into my life, our son almost done growing in her belly,
I have been caught in a maelstrom. One which worsened almost hourly until
the tragic, predicable end.
I watched my son slaughter his daughter, Jasmine who had sprung full grown
like Athena from her mother, with an appetite like Kali Ma. I wondered, now
that Connor didn't exist, who everyone thought Jasmine's father was.
I saw Connor slide into insanity, nearly taking me with him. I would have
given anything to protect my child, and I did; a verbal agreement to work
with Wolfram and Hart. I gave them my friends and myself. In return, they
gave my son a normal life with a good family. All I had to do was sign the
contract to make it official once I returned from Sunnydale.
Lilah made a huge deal about Wolfram and Hart's show of good faith in
giving me an amulet that could help defeat the First and erasing Connor
from everyone's memory before the contracts were signed. She seemed almost
desperate to make me believe Wolfram and Hart had changed their ways. She
even let me go see Connor even though that wasn't part of the deal.
I visited him even before taking the amulet to Buffy. That alone proved to
me how much Connor ruled my life. I knew how much trouble Buffy was in, the
whole world when you got down to it, and I jeopardized it to see my son in
his new life. Lilah didn't want to tell me where to find him. She should
have stuck to her guns. Letting me see him was a mistake. It was the reason
I had the limo drop me off at the hotel and I walked to a park. It was the
reason I stopped at a pay phone and called Wes to tell him to get to a pay
phone and call me back. Wolfram and Hart had bugged us before. Why should
things be different now?
I should be on my way to Sunnydale, riding in like a white knight. For
once, Buffy might actually need me to be that for her. Instead, I was
waiting on Wes. I tried to think up reasons for what I was about to ask,
ones that Wes would believe. I couldn't mention my son since I no longer
The boy I had seen in that house looked and sounded just like Connor, but
when he got close enough to the window, his smell was all wrong. He wasn't
even human. Maybe death had rattled Lilah's memory. Maybe she was just too
cocky or she simply underestimated how good a vampire's sense of smell is.
Humans depend far too much on what their eyes tell them. The remarkable
simulacrum wasn't my son, so where the hell was Connor?
I could only guess that Wolfram and Hart had him. How had I been so
monumentally naive? Wolfram and Hart had wanted to get their hands on
Connor from the beginning and I, like a great fool, had handed him over,
stripped of his memories, and helpless. I did not have time to beat myself
up. I needed to get to Buffy and I needed to protect my friends from the
terrible danger I had just put them in. If Wolfram and Hart had lied about
Connor, I was certain they were lying about everything.
Finally I saw Wes drive up in my car. Wolfram and Hart had found it,
miraculously unstripped, and salvaged it. I was disappointed that only Fred
was with him. I had hoped that when I had Wes tell everyone to meet me
here, that they all would actually do so.
"Angel, what's wrong? What's with all the subterfuge?" Wes climbed out of
"We've been tricked," I said, simply.
His brow lowered. "What do you mean?"
"By Wolfram and Hart? I knew working for them was a mistake," Fred
squealed, grabbing my arm. "How could you just make the decision for us,
Angel? What have you done to us?"
"Fred, we all were going to sign on," Wes said before I could defend
myself. Fred looked like she was about to protest. She averted her eyes
"Nothing is final yet," I said. "Whatever you do, don't sign anything. Make
excuses if you have to."
"Are you going to tell us what's going on?" Wes was getting impatient and
given how cryptic I had been, I didn't blame him. My call obviously had
set off the alarms in his head but hadn't given him enough information to
put it in perspective.
"I think Wolfram and Hart is going to betray us. Don't ask me how. I'm not
sure what their plans are but this deal that sounds too good to be true,
is. Where are Gunn and Lorne?" I dreaded the answer.
"Lorne said to take notes," Fred answered. "He was going to get to meet
some star he's been dying to see. We tried to tell him it was important but
he said so was this opportunity. Charles said he had things to do at work
that couldn't wait." Fred's face was sad and her eyes held fear and
"Damn it." Were Gunn and Lorne already lost? It was possible. I should have
never involved my friends in this mess but it wasn't all my doing. Each one
of them had snuck out to Wolfram and Hart's limo willingly. They all had
been tempted. "All right, this is between us alone then. Agreed?"
"Of course but are you going to tell us what's happening?" Wes' expression
said he wouldn't stand for more dodging.
"I'm not sure. I have to get to Sunnydale. I have something that will make
the difference against the First Evil but I had to warn you first,
especially if I don't come back." What if I don't survive? Who will protect
my son then?
"Don't talk like that," Fred snapped, her thin body trembling.
"Don't sign anything. If I don't return, run and don't look back," I
repeated. Fred's mouth opened again to protest but it snapped shut when she
realized I wasn't being melodramatic. "Fred, I need you to copy all the
data you can without raising suspicions. Wes, try to remove the arcane
"All right but I wish I knew why the sudden change of heart." He didn't
like taking that big a risk without me telling him why. I didn't blame him.
"Trust me on this, Wes. If you see any files on this boy, his name is
Connor, copy them." I handed Wes a quick sketch I had made while waiting.
Limo cocktail napkins did nothing to enhance my art. "And if he's in the
complex, get him out if you can."
"Connor? Wasn't that the person you were going to see when you left us in
the lobby?" Fred asked, peering at the drawing.
"Yes. And he wasn't where he was supposed to be but Wolfram and Hart did
their best to convince me otherwise. I think the firm has him prisoner.
That's how I know we've been betrayed. I have to go. If I'm not back or
have called by dawn tomorrow, just go. I probably won't make it back by
this coming dawn."
"Why can't we tell Charles and Lorne?" Fred demanded to know. "I don't like
"Because if they couldn't tear themselves away from whatever Wolfram and
Hart had planned for them then they might already be compromised," I
growled, quelling her. I didn't like upsetting Fred but I didn't have time
to argue with her. "Leave them out of it until we know more. I've got to
get to Sunnydale. I'm losing night. I'll drop you off home."
"No, just take us to the nearest club district and we'll get a cab," Wes
I nodded, getting behind the wheel. I nearly broke down when I saw the dent
in the car's hood, and smelled the faint trace of blood. I had tossed my
own son out a window, done this damage and it was all for nothing. I
gathered my wits, dropped off my friends and drove as if the world depended
on it to Sunnydale.