Disclaimer: I don't own anything but it would be cool if I did.
Spoilers: nothing past SEASON 5, ORIGIN. They have kept in contact and it is a few weeks later.
By Jackie O'Ruiarc
Summary: Connor finds love when he takes part in his father's plan to destroy Wolfram and Hart.
Author's note: This was written for the Connor Het ficathon For Igraine Pairing: Faith/Connor Two things that do want to be seen: Connor and Angel's relationship grow a bit and for someone to die Two things that don't want to be seen: no rape and minimum Cordy, no Cordy/Angel Genre: something in the angsty/romance area.
Author's note: I started writing this before 'Not Fade Away' so in this version Angel knows that Connor has received all of his memories.
Chapter one
Connor walked out of the library early after studying with a few from his class. His final was the next day and he knew he should have stayed but the growl in his stomach made him want to rush home. It didn't take long to get to his recently acquired apartment which he shared with his girlfriend, Tracy. Connor came in heading straight for the kitchen but stopped in front of the bedroom door after hearing a small chuckle. Everything went in slow motion as he turned his head, his heart beat picked up pace and found his best friend, James, in bed with Tracy.
Angel walked into his office after a long discussion with Gunn. Angel was doing his best to get him to suck it up and keep doing his job. Angel found it easier said than done.
"Angel?" the familiar voice of Fred came from behind him, then he remembered that Fred was dead.
"Illyria." It wasn't a question, just a statement filled with annoyance and loathing. He turned around to find the image of Fred. Her brown wavy hair shining slightly from the light pouring through the necro-tempered glass.
"Wes wants to see you." Fred's sweet voice came from her shell. Angel stood stunned, his moth half hanging open. "Does it anger you?" Illyria's patronizing voice filled the room.
"Get out. Tell Wesley I'll be down later."
"Are you mad at me?" once again Illyria taunted him with 'Fred's voice'.
"Get out!" Illyria's movements became the furthest away from Fred as she gave a gesture of annoyance and left. Angel waited until she was out of site to relax. The phone rang as he sat in his comfortable desk chair.
"Yeah."
"Dad?" He sounded nervous.
"Connor. Hi, are you all right?"
"Not really."
"Why? Are you hurt?" Angel getting more like a nervous wreck of a parent.
"No, not hurt... Umm, I'm in jail." Connor replied softly almost regretting the call.
"Why?" Angel's anger replaced the worry in his voice.
"...Battery but he'll live. "Connor looking at his shoes wishing he was somewhere else far, far away.
Faith woke up to her cell phone ring tone. She nearly fell of the bed trying to get it. "Shit." She cursed her early morning clumsiness and picked up her cell phone.
"Hello...Wood...Yeah... about the message?....um, its not going to work out...bye."
Faith got up getting ready for another day of training the slayerettes, she felt free now but had a lump in her throat.
Connor and Angel sat in one of Wolfram and Hart's expensive cars. Connor stared at his hands that lay on his lap and Angel stared furiously at the road. After awhile Connor spoke trying desperately to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Okay, first I want to say that I'm sorry. It's just I couldn't call my parents...they would have been so-"
"Disappointed?" Angel cut in and he glared at him for a little before returning his angry gaze to the road. Connor looked back at his hands.
"They wouldn't of had enough to get me out. I really am sorry." Connor said sincerely but didn't look up from his hands.
"Why did you?"
"Why did I what?"
"Beat someone up?"
"He was my best friend." Connor looked out the window. "I came home, I was hungry then I don't remember much... I remember Tracy, my girl friend laughing..." Connor turned his empty gaze back to his lap. "She was cheating on me...with my best friend." Connor chuckled, full of bitterness and it seemed to be to keep his tears away. "I guess I really can pick 'em, huh?"
"It's not your fault." Angel offered as he pulled into the Wolfram and Hart parking garage.
"Did you live with her?"
"Yeah."
"Then stay here. At least for the night," he turned off the ignition and slipped the key out, "if you want to."
"I think I've caused enough damage."
"No damage. Come on." Angel got out of the car and Connor followed.
"What about my stuff?"
"I can send someone."
"Cool."