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Author's Chapter Notes:
AUness: Everything up to Chosen happened except Anya's death. It's the beginning of season seven in Angel but Connor never lost his memory. Oh, and Anya and Xander got married and Connor and Dawn are dating.

I promise chappies will have more Spuffy as we go along.
Disclaimer:
Me:I don't own Buffy...then again, does anyone anymore? Oh, wow...now I'm really sad *tear* **sob**
Spike: Freak.
Me: Shut up and kiss me....

Out of the Hellmouth...
Chapter One: And Into Heaven.....or Hell

Smoke blew out of Dawn Summers' lips and she took a drag from her cigarette. "I just don't get how you can be a Christian. No offence, by biblical standards, I'm pretty sure you're damned."

"That's the point! You're fully human; you should believe it, and you hate it. I'm not supposed to, and I think it's beautiful," he replied, smiling at her.

"I'm not fully human: I’m a big blob of energy! I'd like to be normal, even if I was just the Slayer's Sister...you?" she asked, taking another drag.

"I've never been the Slayer's sister..."

"You know what I mean."

"I like being abnormal just fine."

"Fine. Then we could be the normal girl and the ex-psychopath, raised-in-a-hell-dimension, child-of-two-vamps, Jesus freak!"

"And thus the list of my wonderful qualities continues to grow," said Connor with a sly smiled before blowing the smoke out of his mouth. Dawn hit him playfully before sinking into the couch in her room, leaving him alone on the bed.

"And there's nothing wrong with my being a Christian," Connor called after her in exasperation.

"Just admit it's because you were raise by a God crazed maniac and I'll let it go!" she replied as she turned around to face him again.

"It's pure coincidence, now leave me alone," he replied with a smirk before flopping back down on her bed, head lolling to one side.

"Never!" she exclaimed, laughing.

"Okay, then at least keep me company..." he invited, lifting himself back up and wagging his eyebrows at her in a psuedo-seductive matter.

"You're a sleaze-ball."

"Please???" he begged in a baby voice.

"I love how adult our relationship is," she said sarcastically before sitting down on the bed next to him, "What happened to being a Christian, anyway?"

"I'm Christian Dawn," he began, placing his head in her lap, "...I'm not a Priest!"

"I'm not ready, Connor!" she said, as she got back up, leaving his head to fall on the matress, "You'd think you'd be a little more cautious, the first and only time you had sex nearly brought about the end of the world!"

"Ancient history," he replied dismissively as he rubbed his head, thankfull they had been on the bed and not the floor, "Ow..."

"Last year is ancient history???"

"OW!"

"You're an idiot...why would I want to lose my virginity to an idiot?"

"Because I love you?"

"Try again."

"Oh, c'mon!"

"No!!!" she exclaimed, sitting back down. After a moment she sighed and turned to him, "Look...would you settle for a PG13 relationship?"

"Huh?" asked Connor. Dawn pulled up her shirt and bra, and then pulled them back down to reveal her grinning face.

" You cock tease!" moaned Connor before pulling her to him playfully and making her giggle and squeal before they started kissing pasionately.

"Hem hem." The teenagers turned to find Spike standing in the doorway.

"Hey Spike..."

"What exactly are you two hormone baskets doing?" he asked in his typical British drawl.

"Talking about Jesus?" Spike raised his eyebrows disbelievingly.

"And smoking and some slight heavy petting," said Dawn finally.

"Make sure you hide boyfriend here good if anyone comes in here. If I get in trouble for knowing about this with someone--"

"And by someone you mean Buffy," said Dawn.

"Right."

"We'll be careful," said Connor.

"Okay, then."
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It was about 2 AM when Spike walked in on the two shirtless. After shielding his eyes he said four small words: "Run Junior, Daddy's coming."

"Connor?!?!" bellowed Angel as he came up the stairs.

"Shit!" both teenagers exclaimed at the same time. Dawn pushed Connor into her closet before sitting on her bed casually.

Angel burst through the door to find Dawn alone, reading a magazine: "Hey Angel...what's up?"

"Y'know, it'd be so much better for both of you if you came out now," he said, obviously not talking to Dawn.

"What are you--?" Angel opened the closet to reveal Connor, failing miserably at trying to get his shirt on.

"Oh," said Connor when he finally pulled his shirt, which was inside out and obviously Dawn's, on, "Hey Dad..."

"Get in the car, Connor."

"You drove here? What kind of creature-of-the-night are you?"

"Get in the car, Connor!"

"I'll be in the car..." he said quickly before running down the steps and out the door of the Scoobies' house.

"Dawn," said Angel, turning back to the brunette teen, "listen, I love my son, but--"

"So do I," she replied simply, silencing Angel's lecture.

"Okay then."
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"So, what's our problem this week?" asked Buffy as she sat on the couch in Angel's office.

"Besides Dead Boy Junior's violation of Dawnie?" asked Xander in an annoyed voice, earning and smack on the shoulder from Anya.

"Xander! They're in love, just let them be," said Willow, rolling her eyes at her over protective friend.

"No one you're in love with at eighteen is right for you!" exclaimed Xander.

"Hey!" protested Cordelia before realizing he had a point.

"Well, we could talk about the ever so slightly more important threats to existence," began Wesley, "Or we can continue this rousing discussion--"

"Okay; they're all wrong for each other."

"I'm gonna agree with the whelp on this one."
Wesley sighed and rolled his eyes before giving a pointed look to Giles which clearly stated Americans!





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