FFA: Angel/Eve DallasDisclaimer: I don’t own Angel, Buffy, or the In Death series. That’s Joss Whedon and J.D. Robb.Author’s Note:
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By the Powers, she had their spirit. Eve Dallas was the last of the Summers women’s line. Her mother had been Dawn’s youngest, born only hours before Dawn died. Connor had gone to pieces and all of the children had suffered alongside him.
He’d lost track of her shortly after she was born and hadn’t been able to find her until he’d started seeing her on the evening news. There hadn’t been any doubt who she was. Her eyes may have been the color of rich whiskey but the rest of her was all Summers, her grandmother’s build and her great-aunt Buffy’s face. She was lovely even though she never seemed to smile. It was no wonder she’d caught the eye of her very own Irish rogue.
If Angel hadn’t made a promise to a dying girl, he’d have stayed away and watched. He was good at that, lurking.
He shook his head, sighing. That wasn’t the way it was meant to be, though. “Lieutenant Dallas?” he called, stepping out of the shadows with his hands raised. She spun, blaster ready. “I have a story to tell you that you’re going to want to hear. It’s about a girl named Dawn and a boy named Connor and how you came to be.”
He looked into that wary, distrustful face and knew that he was smitten. She was everything every Summers woman before her had been. Strong and beautiful but most importantly, a survivor.