17 years later and Angel was still stuck between a rock and a hard place with the women in his life. Between his wife … almost ex-wife who was the mother of his children and the friends and family who happened to be women, he never got peace. All of the women had their opinions on this and that but the biggest opinions they had were how he should raise his kids. Too bad things weren't going to get any easier for him in the near future.
As he passed his daughter's room, he heard Lily talking to someone in hushed tones. That wasn't what made him stop abruptly and turn to eavesdrop. No, it was the name that came in the middle of one of her sentences – a name that has haunted him for more than 17 years; Buffy, Buffy Summers.
"Come on, Jordan. Couldn't you just tell Buffy about what was going on with you? You know, how Riley's been treating you?"
Whatever she said must not have been what Lily had wanted to hear because Angel could see her rolling her eyes and her sigh.
"Come on, Jordan! We aren't talking about a strict stepfather here, we're talking about the fact that he drinks like a fish and likes to see if he can use you as a punching bag! You have to tell her!"
Angel's eyes narrowed. What on earth was she talking about and …. Who the hell WAS she?