Jetlag
S J Smith
Rated K
Summary: Connor decides traveling with Angel isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Time period: Post Not Fade Away
A.N.: Written for D. M. Evans on the occasion of her natal day.
Traveling with a vampire was difficult at best. There was that whole pesky, 'burns up in the sunlight' thing, for one. Okay, so that was the biggest problem. But that meant travel was restricted to nighttime or hiding said vampire away in a place where sunlight couldn't touch alabaster skin. Trunks of cars were good for road trips and there was something droll about packing one's father into a car trunk while affecting a New Jersey accent (acquired from watching Goodfellas too many times). Traveling by ship wasn't too bad; Angel could stay below decks and no one would really think much of it. Of course, if you're in a hurry, air was the way to go but heading for Europe? Well, let's just say, 'coffin' and leave it at that.
The problem after that little jaunt across the ocean was getting Angel out of the coffin - couldn't be done at the airport, after all - but his father was notoriously resourceful and actually knew a demon who ran a mortuary, so they planned their flight around arriving in that particular city.
Connor aimed the camera as his father pushed open the lid of the box, snapping the picture as Angel blinked, befuddled, at the bright lights. "Connor," he rumbled, then winced, another flurry of flashes leaving him partially blinded.
"You look a little stiff there, Dad." Connor wasn't getting within arm's reach. He liked his camera and these pictures were probably blackmail worthy.
Angel shot him a glare that should've turned him to ash. "All that padding is for show." He thumped the pillow of the coffin in disgust. Stretching his arms over his head, he twisted his torso. "So, anything interesting happen on the flight?"
Rolling his eyes, Connor grumbled, "The movie was terrible. And the food tasted like cardboard. I should know. I've eaten cardboard before." He glanced toward the front of the building. "I say we get something to eat and go out on the town."
With a little laugh, Angel nodded. "If I remember, there's a pub where you can get something to eat just a few blocks away. It's been there for over a hundred years." He warmed to the idea, making Connor sigh. "What?"
"It's all about the antiques, Dad. Can't we go someplace new?" he all but whined.
Angel fixed him with a nasty glare. "That's it, next time you ride in the coffin."