Alright, this is my first fic because it has taken me forever to figure
out how to use the upload thingy, which is stupid but who cares.
One more thing, here's the plot: Angel flicks threw the channels on TV and
comes across Inside the Actors Studio. If I explain the rest, the whole
plot will be messed up, but it has a lot to do with Conner, actually, it is
kinda a Conner fic.
Basic Rules:
1) Conner is pretty much the same as Vincent Karthieser, the guy who plays
him, same job, actor, same movies, same interests, but since I don't know
who his girlfriend is or where he lives or if he has kids, I'm making up
the rest.
2) Jesse is my brain child and if you want to borrow her, just ask.
3) As far as I can tell, there will be no ships in this story, maybe later
on.
4) I don't own them, whish I did, yadda yadda yadda, don't sue
5) Set after the whole crazy slayer deal, before the whole Fred thing, but
has nothing to do with the whole story plot between that, Cordy still died
though.
Ok, on with the story
Angel walked around his office in boredom, the lawfirm was closed for the night and by some miracle, he'd convinced Spike to leave the building. The jobs had been becoming scarce, it seemed that right when Angel needed something to get his mind off the problems in his life, there was nothing to be seen.
Cordy's death had been a surprise to everyone, and it had hurt Angel greatly, but he still went on, putting his anger and hurt aside and allowing it to build up. Just as he always did. He'd recently called the Scooby gang to tell them the news, and they had reacted like he expected they would, blamed the whole thing on HIS decision to go to Wolfram & Hart, but what made it worse was that he couldn't tell them, he couldn't tell them why he did it, that he had to.
The decision to send Conner away had been the most difficult one in his intire life. He loved his son, and he wanted him to love him back, so giving Conner a life where he would live not knowing his true father just made Angel feel so helpless. He could only take comfort in knowing that Conner was normal, and happy.
Angel went over to the private elevator that led to his penthouse and pushed the up button. He decided to try to sleep off some of the grief he was feeling, knowing it would not really help, but lying to himself if only to feel some hope. The door dinged the elevator's arrival and opened its doors, Angel stepped inside with is head down. He knew it was going to be a long night. ~tbc~
Ok, short chapter, but I also posted the next one already, I just needed to make this one single. I promise, the whole plot will come into effect next chappie. Please please review, I'm begging you. I need the support. I'll probably keep this gong for a little while, but if I lose my personal feel for it, it will be put on a shelf, so if you like it, press the little button below.
Angel walked around his office in boredom, the lawfirm was closed for the night and by some miracle, he'd convinced Spike to leave the building. The jobs had been becoming scarce, it seemed that right when Angel needed something to get his mind off the problems in his life, there was nothing to be seen.
Cordy's death had been a surprise to everyone, and it had hurt Angel greatly, but he still went on, putting his anger and hurt aside and allowing it to build up. Just as he always did. He'd recently called the Scooby gang to tell them the news, and they had reacted like he expected they would, blamed the whole thing on HIS decision to go to Wolfram & Hart, but what made it worse was that he couldn't tell them, he couldn't tell them why he did it, that he had to.
The decision to send Conner away had been the most difficult one in his intire life. He loved his son, and he wanted him to love him back, so giving Conner a life where he would live not knowing his true father just made Angel feel so helpless. He could only take comfort in knowing that Conner was normal, and happy.
Angel went over to the private elevator that led to his penthouse and pushed the up button. He decided to try to sleep off some of the grief he was feeling, knowing it would not really help, but lying to himself if only to feel some hope. The door dinged the elevator's arrival and opened its doors, Angel stepped inside with is head down. He knew it was going to be a long night. ~tbc~
Ok, short chapter, but I also posted the next one already, I just needed to make this one single. I promise, the whole plot will come into effect next chappie. Please please review, I'm begging you. I need the support. I'll probably keep this gong for a little while, but if I lose my personal feel for it, it will be put on a shelf, so if you like it, press the little button below.