Disclaimer: Not mine, this just sort of occurred to me one afternoon.
Spoilers: Early season five.
"Mr. Angel? Sir?" Connor asked. Angel stared at him in amazement.
"What?"
"Uh, you asked for coffee sir," he said, slightly taken aback.
"Harmony.," he said quietly.
"Someone broke the window outside. She decided not to risk the sunlight," he replied nervously, placing the cup on the table. "Sorry. And an intern's job consists of making a lot of coffee anyway, so they sent me."
"Oh," he said, still slightly amazed.
"Oh and a letter's arrived for you sir. Here," he said, holding it out. After a moment he took it.
"Thanks Connor," he said to him, who looked surprised.
"You know my name sir?" he asked, sounding gratified.
"Hmm? Oh yeah. I mean it's..it's a new policy. Know everyone's names." Connor looked faintly sceptical.
"Are you all right sir?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
"You're sure? There's nothing I can get you? Nothing you want to tell me?"
Angel looked at him in suspicion. Connor looked back, a picture of innocent concern. His expression changed to confusion, then he cleared his throat in embarrassment.
"Tell me to do sir," he clarified.
"No I'm fine."
"Okay sir. If you want anything just use the intercom," he said, smiling shyly. "Y'know, I didn't poison that coffee," he reprimanded.
Angel made a mock-chastened face and took a gingerly sip to check for holy water, then a full swallow.
Connor grinned and stepped out, the smile changing into an unpleasant smirk as he turned around.
He walked down the hall, Lilah joining him. The two of them got into an elevator and started going down.
"Well?" Lilah asked.
"He drank it," he snapped at her.
"Upset Dad isn't coming clean?" she taunted.
"Wasn't expecting him to. We just wait for him to die now?" he asked as the doors opened.
Scene change
Angel shakily ripped open the envelope. Inside there was, thankfully, just a handwritten letter. The last line is written in a different hand.
Caroline Holtz
Sarah Holtz
Stephen Holtz
Daniel Holtz
Jasmine Angel
Connor Angel
Cordelia Chase
What are you so scared of her telling them?
Killer of the Dead, Angel.
He stared at the coffee cup in horror.
Scene change
"Too simple. There's an antidote, and he knows what it is." Lilah answered, walking into the lobby. Connor grabbed her by the throat and shoved her into the wall.
"What?" he snarled at her. She frantically waved away the security guards heading towards them and whispered back with considerable difficulty.
"That's what makes it so much fun. Let go of me. Head just doesn't stay on the way it used to, and we don't want to attract attention."
He stepped back and lightened the pressure on her throat.
"Fun?"
"The antidote is Slayer blood, Connor. And Buffy isn't around to give it to him this time."
"So what?"
"If he wants to survive, he has to tell us to find a teenage girl, kidnap her, and drain her blood to preserve his undead life. Of course, a champion like him wouldn't dream of doing anything like that. But isn't it going to be fun for him to have to lie there dying, for hours, knowing that he can save himself anytime?"
"It's another test," he said, releasing her. "What if he fails?"
Lilah smiled smugly. "Then we'll spike the blood with Orpheus, chain him up, and stick a cross over his heart. And once he's dead, control of Wolfram and Hart will go to his nearest living relative. And what will you be doing first?"
He grinned. "Releasing you from your contract. You're right. This way is more fun."
Spoilers: Early season five.
"Mr. Angel? Sir?" Connor asked. Angel stared at him in amazement.
"What?"
"Uh, you asked for coffee sir," he said, slightly taken aback.
"Harmony.," he said quietly.
"Someone broke the window outside. She decided not to risk the sunlight," he replied nervously, placing the cup on the table. "Sorry. And an intern's job consists of making a lot of coffee anyway, so they sent me."
"Oh," he said, still slightly amazed.
"Oh and a letter's arrived for you sir. Here," he said, holding it out. After a moment he took it.
"Thanks Connor," he said to him, who looked surprised.
"You know my name sir?" he asked, sounding gratified.
"Hmm? Oh yeah. I mean it's..it's a new policy. Know everyone's names." Connor looked faintly sceptical.
"Are you all right sir?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
"You're sure? There's nothing I can get you? Nothing you want to tell me?"
Angel looked at him in suspicion. Connor looked back, a picture of innocent concern. His expression changed to confusion, then he cleared his throat in embarrassment.
"Tell me to do sir," he clarified.
"No I'm fine."
"Okay sir. If you want anything just use the intercom," he said, smiling shyly. "Y'know, I didn't poison that coffee," he reprimanded.
Angel made a mock-chastened face and took a gingerly sip to check for holy water, then a full swallow.
Connor grinned and stepped out, the smile changing into an unpleasant smirk as he turned around.
He walked down the hall, Lilah joining him. The two of them got into an elevator and started going down.
"Well?" Lilah asked.
"He drank it," he snapped at her.
"Upset Dad isn't coming clean?" she taunted.
"Wasn't expecting him to. We just wait for him to die now?" he asked as the doors opened.
Scene change
Angel shakily ripped open the envelope. Inside there was, thankfully, just a handwritten letter. The last line is written in a different hand.
Caroline Holtz
Sarah Holtz
Stephen Holtz
Daniel Holtz
Jasmine Angel
Connor Angel
Cordelia Chase
What are you so scared of her telling them?
Killer of the Dead, Angel.
He stared at the coffee cup in horror.
Scene change
"Too simple. There's an antidote, and he knows what it is." Lilah answered, walking into the lobby. Connor grabbed her by the throat and shoved her into the wall.
"What?" he snarled at her. She frantically waved away the security guards heading towards them and whispered back with considerable difficulty.
"That's what makes it so much fun. Let go of me. Head just doesn't stay on the way it used to, and we don't want to attract attention."
He stepped back and lightened the pressure on her throat.
"Fun?"
"The antidote is Slayer blood, Connor. And Buffy isn't around to give it to him this time."
"So what?"
"If he wants to survive, he has to tell us to find a teenage girl, kidnap her, and drain her blood to preserve his undead life. Of course, a champion like him wouldn't dream of doing anything like that. But isn't it going to be fun for him to have to lie there dying, for hours, knowing that he can save himself anytime?"
"It's another test," he said, releasing her. "What if he fails?"
Lilah smiled smugly. "Then we'll spike the blood with Orpheus, chain him up, and stick a cross over his heart. And once he's dead, control of Wolfram and Hart will go to his nearest living relative. And what will you be doing first?"
He grinned. "Releasing you from your contract. You're right. This way is more fun."
