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Spike and Connor walked through the lobby of what was previously Wolfram & Hart, careful not to trip over debris or corpse a la Hamilton.
“Darla’s your Mom?!” Spike asked surprised.
“Yeah, it was this whole prophecy thing.” Connor told him as he ducked under one of the fallen support beams. “I was only born a couple years ago. I grew up in a hell dimension. Quortoth.”
“But I thought Angel killed Darla.” Spike ducked into one of the offices then returned to the lobby.
“He did.” Connor checked another. “Wolfram and Hart resurrected her, as human, but she got vamped again.”
“Then they had you?” Spike asked.
“Yeah, she staked herself so I could be born.” Connor told him. “Something to do with sharing my soul.”
“Aha!” Spike entered another office. “There you are, Eve, I’ve been looking for you.”
Connor followed him in.
“What do you want?” She sniffled from her sitting position in the corner.
“Information, luv.” Spike sat down next to her. “We want to know what Wolfram & Hart did with Angel.”
“I don’t know.” Tears started rolling down her face and she buried her head in her folded arms.
“Come on, Eve.” Spike prodded. “You tell us and we’ll be on our merry way.”
Eve rose her head. “I can put you in contact with someone who would know, if you do something for me first.”
“What?” Spike didn’t like where this was going.
“Bring back Lindsey.” Eve told him.
“And where is he?” Spike asked.
“He’s dead, Lorne killed him.” Another tear rolled down her cheek.
“And how do you propose I do that?” Spike said incredulously. “If he just died maybe I could still turn him.”
Eve ignored his suggestion. “The trials.”
AN: Where could Angel have gone...