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Training.

There was a loud clatter as Connor set his armful of weapons down on the basement's cold cement floor. He'd grabbed everything he thought they might need, including some extra guards and padding from the weapons locker. Dawn had said that she was interested in swordplay, but it was important to teach her the basics first. Blocking, specifically. She would be going nowhere fast if she didn't know how to block. Connor had brought down his own broadsword for himself, but he had brought a wider variety of weapons for Dawn: longswords, shortswords, a rusty-looking broadsword, and two rapiers -- one for each of them. Judging by her size and skill level, that last one would be the best place to start.

Sitting himself down on a dusty old cardboard box, he clasped his hands together and rested his elbows on his knees, looking towards the stairs as he waited for Dawn to appear. This, at the very least, was going to be very interesting. He silently hoped that she could at least keep her balance... he didn't think they would get very far if she spent the whole lesson crashing into things.

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After flinging half my clothes all over my room, I finally settle on a training outfit: black jazz pants, a hot pink tank top and a black sweatshirt jacket thing. And of course tennis shoes. I mean this totally seemed like something Buffy would wear, and she's the slayer so she definitely knows what she's doing. And hey, having the right outfit couldn't hurt right?

I hurried downstairs as soon as I was dressed. I said like twenty minutes, and that deadline was quickly approaching. But it's not my fault I couldn't find my workout wear. It was in the bottom of my suitcase! And getting ready to kick some butt took some time. Because I mean it's totally hard to look cute and kick some bad guy ass. Not that I needed to look cute or anything...

I pulled open the door to the basement and bounced down the steps. So I was a little excited. Sue me. I flashed a smile to Connor as I reached the bottom, silently thanking God that I didn't fall down the steps. Wouldn't that have been embarrassing?

I pulled the ponytail band out of my pocket and pulled my hair back. "Okay, so where do we start?" I asked with a smile.
Connor got to his feet as Dawn descended the stairs, stretching out as he walked to the center of the room. He'd pushed as much of the clutter aside as possible, giving them as big a workspace as he could. "Well, I know you said you wanted to learn swords, but you should learn some other stuff first... blocking, punching, kicking. You're not always gonna have a sword, or you could be disarmed. If you don't know your basics and you lose your weapon, you're screwed, see?"

He looked at her outfit. "Looks like you're dressed to train, anyway. You might wanna stretch a little before we start, I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"Well, I know you said you wanted to learn swords, but you should learn some other stuff first... blocking, punching, kicking. You're not always gonna have a sword, or you could be disarmed. If you don't know your basics and you lose your weapon, you're screwed, see?"

I nodded as he spoke. He was totally right, and I never really thought of all that before. Gotta definitely learn to defend myself without weapons first. "Sounds like a plan," I replied happily as I nodded. I mean sure I was a little bummed, but he looked like he knew what he was talking about.

"Looks like you're dressed to train, anyway. You might wanna stretch a little before we start, I don't want you to hurt yourself."

A bright smile lit up my entire face. I knew I had picked the right outfit!! I would have done a little dance right there, but he was right. Stretching was needed. Buffy always stretched before she trained. Okay, maybe not always, but she did sometimes. But she was the slayer so she could go with not stretching. Me? I was just a girl that use to be a key to some other evil dimension. No big.

I stepped back and started doing all the stretches I could remember from the ballet classes I never really took. Gotta love those fake memories right? I sighed a little as I did some lunges and eventually made my way into the splits. Whoa, who knew I could do that! Totally cool.

I stood up and dusted myself off. Black pants and dusty floor, not a good combination. Gotta remember to wear grey next time. I pulled each arm across my chest, making sure they got good and loose. It'd be way embarrassing if I pulled a muscle.

As soon as I felt good enough, I looked back to Connor. "Okay, ready for lesson number one!" I said with a half giggle.
Allowing himself a small half-smile as he watched Dawn stretch with what seemed to be a great amount of enthusiasm, Connor took a step back once his student had gotten back to her feet. He suddenly found himself stuck on where to start. He'd never had to teach someone else before. So much of what he did himself was instinct. Little of it had been taught to him by Holtz. Holtz was not a fighter. He had provided guidelines and games, but never something so straightforward as an actual lesson.

"Alright. First I'm gonna teach you how to block. This is really important, okay? I'll show you a couple of times and then you can try it. First, you have to hit me. And don't pull your punches, because that's a really bad habit to get into. Just... lemme have it. You can't hurt me too badly." He put his weight on his back foot and let his arms go tense, ready to block whatever blow she decided to throw at him.
"Alright. First I'm gonna teach you how to block. This is really important, okay? I'll show you a couple of times and then you can try it. First, you have to hit me. And don't pull your punches, because that's a really bad habit to get into. Just... lemme have it. You can't hurt me too badly."

Okay this was good. Learn by example, I could do this. Now hitting him? Well I didn't want to hurt him. I mean what if something happened and I hit him and it hurt and then I would so feel bad and...Okay, Dawn you need to stop. He said you wouldn't hurt him, so just hit him and get it over with.

I tried to work myself up to hit him. What was he talking about with the pulling or something? Yeah, I had no clue. But I had seen Buffy hit things billions of times, so I could totally just pretend that I am her and do it. Yeah! Think Buffy thoughts!

Moving closer to him, I swung at him as hard as I could, which probably wasn't all that hard since I'm me and all. I watched as he blocked, silently taking mental notes. I could do that, it didn't look that hard. Or at least I hope it's not that hard.

"Okay, I think I'm ready...just don't hurt me."
"Good, good," Connor told her, easily blocking Dawn's punch. "As long as you don't hold back, you should be okay with your punches... we'll work more on those in a little while." He put his blocking arm down and took a step forward, rolling his shoulders back to loosen them up some.

"Okay, I think I'm ready...just don't hurt me."

"I'll pull my punches, don't worry," he assured her, sending a full-blown smile her way. "You just worry about blocking it, okay? Noone's gonna get hurt down here. It's just training."

He bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet until he was sure she was actually ready. "Alright, be quick now," he said by way of a warning, moving forward and throwing a quick hook at her.
"You just worry about blocking it, okay? No one's gonna get hurt down here. It's just training."

I nodded to him as I pulled my feet apart and stood how he was when he was blocking me. No one is going to get hurt, just got to relax and go with it. I could do this, it was just blocking and he was going to go easy on me. Piece of cake...I hope.

"Alright be quick now..."

I put up my arms just in time to block him, but I must have shifted my weight wrong because the impact caused me to stumble back. I almost caught myself, but my heel hit some sort of piece of wood, causing my ankle to roll and sending me falling flat on my butt.

I would have laughed, but the pain in my ankle stopped me. Oh this wasn't good at all. I bit my lip as I reached over and pulled my pant leg up. Darnit, it was already starting to swell. I so couldn't let Buffy know this happened. I'd get a major lecture.

I sighed and looked up at Connor. Oh! I hope he doesn't think I'm a total clutz. "I think it's sprained. Don't tell Buffy okay?"
"I think it's spraind. Don't tell Buffy okay?"

"Only if you don't tell Angel," Connor said under his breath, holding a hand out to her. "Here, let me help you up... I'm sorry, I should have pulled back more... are you gonna be okay? Think you can walk on it? No, second thought, stay down," he amended, dropping to the ground and coming to rest on his knees.

He reached out and folded her pant leg up so that it would stay and took her foot in his hands. He looked up, questioning. "Is it okay if I take your shoe off? You shouldn't leave it on if it's sprained... unnecessary stress."
"Here, let me help you up... I'm sorry, I should have pulled back more... are you gonna be okay? Think you can walk on it? No, second thought, stay down. "

Aww he totally felt bad! And it totally wasn't his fault! It was cute...I stayed where I was, watching with a half smile as he looked over my ankle with a slight expression of distress upon his face.

"Is it okay if I take your shoe off? You shouldn't leave it on if it's sprained... unnecessary stress."

I nodded, but before it was taken off and caused my foot to blow up like a balloon, I needed to be upstairs with a few pillows to elevate it. Now how to get up there? I shifted my gaze around the basement, looking for anything that I could lean on for crutches but there was nothing. Well, there was one thing I could do...

"I should get upstairs first..." I said with a sort of half smirk. "Think you can carry me?"

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"You're gonna need some ice and bandages... I'll go get 'em. Need anything else? You gonna be okay up here by yourself for a few minutes?"

I couldn't help but smile like a stupid little school girl. But I mean can you blame me? He was going to take care of me, and it was sweet, and he was cute and... Wow, I don't think I've been this excited over a boy since the whole letterman jacket guy, and that was just bad. But I mean as long as Buffy doesn't try to sleep with him everything will be fine. Just gotta keep playing it cool and not let on that I'm totally in like with him.

Okay Dawn, stop googling him and start talking. Remember, stay cool. "Um, I think I saw some ice cream in the back of the freezer, if you grab two spoons we could share," I answered with a smile. Oh yeah, that wasn't totally obvious or anything. Good job Dawnie.

"I mean if it's a flavor you like and all..." God, if you're out there, please kill me now. "Yeah, I'll be cool alone, don't worry about me."
"Yeah, I'll be cool alone, don't worry about me."

"Ice cream. Got it. I'll be right back." Leaving Dawn with her foot propped up, Connor headed out into the hallway and down to the kitchen, leaving the door open behind him. At Dawn's mention of ice cream, he remembered just how hungry he was. He'd stopped and made a sandwich for himself before going downstairs to help her train, but it hadn't exactly filled the void. Ice cream was sounding really great just then, even if it wasn't particularly filling.

He was glad to make it to the kitchen without incident. He hadn't run into anyone who might have expected him to stay and talk, and he hadn't caught even a glimpse of Angel. Good. He didn't really feel like father-son bonding at the moment, and he didn't want to have to explain why he was still hanging around the hotel when he'd sworn he would only stay for one night.

There was a cupboard in the kitchen solely devoted to an enourmous wealth of first-aid supplies. Grabbing a thick, rolled-up ACE bandage, Connor shoved a small roll of medical tape into his pocket before heading over to raid the freezer. He counted himself lucky: there were a number of ready-made ice packs inside, so he simply grabbed one and set it down on the counter. Ready to fulfil the last part of Dawn's order, he began to rummage through the freezer until he found half a carton of cookie dough ice cream, the entire contents of which he managed to scoop into a large bowl. It had been in the back... noone would miss it. Tossing away the empty carton, he applied a generous amount of chocolate syrup before grabbing two spoons and sticking them in the top scoop. Tucking the ice pack and a spare dishtowel under his arm, he grabbed the bowl and headed back upstairs.

"Hope you like chocolate syrup," he said as he walked back into Dawn's room, giving her a sheepish smile. He set the ice pack down on the bed, followed by the bandage and tape before handing her the bowl, along with one of the spoons he'd brought up. "I might have gone a little overboard..."
"Hope you like chocolate syrup, I might have gone a little overboard..."

I flashed my biggest grin as I watched Connor come back into my room with the huge bowl of ice cream. Okay, so if I really wanted to be all cute and stuff, I would just eat little bites and try not to look like a pig. Because guys totally don't like girls who act like pigs...but it looked so good, and I was starving, so the whole lady-like thing would have to wait for another day!

I scooted over and made some room for him to sit next to me on the bed. He handed me the bowl, and my eyes widened at the sight of the mound of ice cream. If he hadn't distracted me by putting the ice pack on my foot, I probably would have devoured the whole thing. Not that I'm a pig or anything, but it's cookie dough, and I LOVE cookie dough. Yum!!

My stomach started to grumble, but I waited until he sat back neck to me and picked up a spoon before I dove in. I tried not to stuff my face as best I could, but before I knew it, we had eaten the whole thing. He must have been just as hungry as I was! But then again, boys are always hungry and eat like truck loads of food. Just look at Xander.

A soft laugh parted my lips when I noticed he had a little spot of chocolate syrup on his nose. Totally adorable! I leaned over and grabbed the box of tissue that was on the dresser next to the bed. Smiling, I pulled a tissue from the box and shifted back over so that I was a little closer to him. "Just hold still a sec..." I grinned as I reached up and wiped the chocolate away with the tissue. "There! All better!" I announced cheerfully.

"So, tell me more about you?" I asked softly, secretly thinking "tell me what kind of girls you like, hopefully girls like me..." But of course I would never say that out loud. I wasn't totally stupid.
Connor smiled sheepishly and rubbed at the end of his nose. "Thanks," he said, almost bashfully, not used to having girls' hands fly at his face with tissues. The ice cream had quieted his stomach some, though he knew he would have to get something more filling to eat sooner or later... that meant another trip down to the kitchen, which meant another chance of running into Angel, which meant more questions.

He didn't want to answer any questions now. Not Angel's, anyway. Sitting with Dawn and answering her questions was far more appealing. She didn't pry too hard or dig too deep. Her questions were innocent... easy.

"So, tell me more about you?"

... well, maybe not all that easy. Connor gave her a blank look before shrugging a little. "I don't know... there's not much to tell that I didn't already tell you earlier. You spend seventeen, eighteen years in a hell dimension, you don't really come out with a whole lot of cool stories... oh! Except there was this one time I killed this Aufrext demon. I mean, I've killed lots of them, but that was my first -- I was seven. Thing really gave me a rough time, but I took it down and took its teeth as trophies. It was pretty cool."

He looked over to her and frowned a little. "... guess you had to be there. I dunno, what did you wanna know? There's not really much to tell except for all the demon-killing parts..."

He paused and nodded towards her foot. "How's your ankle feeling?"

"I don't know... there's not much to tell that I didn't already tell you earlier. You spend seventeen, eighteen years in a hell dimension, you don't really come out with a whole lot of cool stories... oh! Except there was this one time I killed this Aufrext demon. I mean, I've killed lots of them, but that was my first -- I was seven. Thing really gave me a rough time, but I took it down and took its teeth as trophies. It was pretty cool."

He was seven when he killed his first demon?? That is so, so, so freaking cool! I wasn't even alive, I mean I have memories, but whoa!! Buffy didn't even kill her first demon until she was like a freshman in high school. Man, that's got to be totally weird when you're that little and...did he say teeth for trophies? Okay, that's kinda gross. Ew. But I could live with that, as long as he didn't wear it as a necklace or anything creepy.

"... guess you had to be there. I dunno, what did you wanna know? There's not really much to tell except for all the demon-killing parts..."

"Did you have a girlfriend?" Oh yeah, that was smooth Dawn. I shifted my gaze down to my hands and pretended to examine my nails. I could so feel that I was blushing. I really needed to work on trying to be cool and smooth and stuff. I bet I totally just screwed everything up and...

"How's your ankle feeling?"

Whew. Okay so that can take my mind off of my stupidness. "It's um, getting better," I replied with a soft smile. "Just a scratch or something like that." I laughed and readjusted myself on the bed. Gosh, I hope my foot gets better soon, because how am I going to explain not coming downstairs to Buffy? She'd totally figure it out, and then hello lecture city. But it was feeling better so that's good.

"So, you haven't really said much about your dad, uh, Angel. Are you guys not all bondy yet?"
"Did you have a girlfriend?"

Huh? Why did she want to know that? Not like it was important or anything, but it seemed like a funny question to ask. He wasn't really sure how to answer it... Grace had been nice, sort of. Well... obnoxious. He hadn't really liked her very much, but she was nice to him when noone else wanted him around. It was better than being alone.

Maybe she had even been a little too nice. He'd only known her a couple of days before... well. Needless to say, they'd wound up with a man-eating goddess after everything was said and done. It had been a disaster. A trainwreck. And the girlfriend issue? Irrelevant. Grace was gone now. Good as dead. He felt bad about it, but he didn't miss her. It was almost a relief, having her gone... even before the Jasmine incident, something had been very not-right about her.

Dawn's next question wasn't any easier to answer.

"So, you haven't really said much about your dad, uh, Angel. Are you guys not all bondy yet?"

"... we're not very close," Connor said awkwardly, unable to find words for the extremely bizarre situation he found himself in when it came to Angel. "It's hard to get close to someone when you've been raised to kill them." He frowned, looking down. "We've both done some things we shouldn't have. Angel doesn't know how to be a good father. I don't know how to be a good son, either."

He paused, idly rubbing at the back of his neck. He didn't look up at Dawn as he went on, eyes fixed on his sneakers. "No. No girlfriend. There aren't any girls in Quor'toth. There was a girl here, she was nice to me... I didn't really like her. But she didn't know any better, so she wanted to be my friend. She's gone now."