Title: Trapped

Author: Crimsonsenya

Fandom: Angel

Pairing: Spike/Connor

Rating: G

Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon.

A/N: Unbetaed

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“Sir, I must warn you. Are you absolutely sure you want to proceed with this? He’s extremely dangerous, even if he’s heavily sedated at all times.” The doctor glared at him with wary eyes and a furrowed brow.

“Yeah, didn’t I sign the damn papers? Just open the bloody door.” Spike tapped the tile floor impatiently with his Doc Marten, his fingers already itching for a smoke. They’d been doing that unbecomingly often ever since he had gotten out alive from that rain-drenched alley in downtown L.A.

A sturdy male-nurse turned the key in the lock and pulled the latches open. Spike’s eyes clenched shut, and his nostrils flared as soon as the coppery tang of rusty blood hit his vampire senses. There was no mistaking the boy’s identity. There was no turning back now. The thin slump tied to the bed in the bare white room was Angel’s son. The boy turned his head when Spike walked in and halted two feet apart from him. With a quick glance, Spike scanned through the bruised bony wrists and ankles, the tangled, uncut hair, the bitten lower lip, and the ocean blue eyes that even drugged held the look of a wild, hunted animal.

“Connor.” Spike said as softly as he could, savouring the word on his tongue.

He felt something he hadn’t thought he could ever feel again; a sharp excruciating piercing through his heart that liquefied and cascaded down on the pit of his stomach, where it started to heat his dead body with a slow, steady pulse, the same exquisite pain he had felt for the first time, when the Slayer had descended the stairs after her coming back from death.