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The following morning…

When he first woke up, Connor didn't remember everything that had happened. He found himself in Angel's arms. That felt strange to him, and he began to struggle for his father to let him go.

"LET ME GO, YOU MONSTER!" he screamed, trying to hit Angel, who deftly turned his son over and with vampire speed, lowered his pajamas to just below his bottom and gave him four hard smacks.

"Calm down, Connor." That was enough to rekindle the pain in Connor's butt and help him remember what had happened.

"DAD, stop. I'm sorry. I forgot. I forgot!" he said, fighting back the tears that the new pain had brought.

"I thought we were very clear that there would be no more fighting," Angel said.

"I'm sorry… I had forgotten what happened yesterday," he said, his cheeks flushing.

"I hope that you don't forget very often, because I don't like having to whack your little butt."

"For something you don't like, you do it awfully well," he complained, rubbing his bottom.

"Conn," Angel warned.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"Now, you grab a shower and I'll wait for you downstairs for breakfast," Angel said, propelling him forward with a light smack.

"Dad, that hurts," he complained as he took off for the bathroom.

Angel went down to meet his friends.

"We have to talk about Connor."

"Of course we have to talk about Connor," Gunn said indignantly, believing that Connor had gotten off lightly for all his antics.

"How was his behavior while I was gone?"

"Terrible."

"Gunn!" Fred chided.

"Aside from the small detail that he gave you a one-way ticket to the depths of the ocean, he doesn't listen. He would sneak out at night to fight alone. When we were out as a team, he'd run off and leave us to fight alone. Here at home, he'd only get his head out of the Game Boy long enough to eat, and even then, he'd only eat what he wanted."

"I'm sorry."

"Why? For wanting to do the best you could for him?" Fred asked.

"No. When he came back, I just tried to be his friend. I knew that he didn't love me, and I was afraid to act like his father. Not anymore."

"So what are you gonna do?" Connor asked defiantly.

"I told you, be your father. Now sit down and shut up."

"Yesterday was different. I was confused. But don't think that I'm going to let you tell me what to do. I'm the Destroyer," he said without moving from the staircase.

"Connor, the first thing that you need to learn is that when your dad gives you an order, you obey it. If you decide not to do it, my hand will go straight to your butt so fast. No excuses and no explanations."

"It's not fair," Connor said.

"Life isn't fair, son. And if I have to tell you again to sit your butt down, you're going to be a very sorry little boy." Connor knew that he should do as he was told, but the rebellious teenager in him wouldn't let him. Angel just stood up, took him by the ear, and dragged him to the chair he should have been sitting in. But instead of sitting him down, Angel sat down himself and arranged the boy over his lap.

"Fred, Gunn, I'm sorry if this upsets you, but I have to punish my son," he announced.

"No, Daddy, no," Connor cried, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Go right ahead. I think he needs it bad," Gunn said.

"Okay with me," Fred said. She didn't really like the idea, but Connor was Angel's son, and it was up to him to punish him. To be honest, if he'd been her son, she would have given him a lot more than what Angel had given him the night before.

"You're crazy. You can't just stand around and watch him hit me!" he yelled angrily as he felt the first swat his father gave him.

"I'll go get the brush, Angel," Gunn offered kindly, knowing that wasn't quite what Connor had meant.

"I would appreciate that," Angel said. Even though he'd had no intention of giving him more than ten smacks, he didn't know how Connor might react when they finally had the rest of their conversation.

"No, Gunn, please. I'll be good, Dad." SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT "OWWW, Dad, it hurts!"

"The last time I checked, a spanking is supposed to hurt, son."

"OUCH! But you already punished me last night!" SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT

"Yeah, and you didn't learn much." SWAT, SWAT

"Daddy, I'm going to sit down and shut up, I swear!"

"Consider this your last warning."

Once the hairbrush was on the table, Angel held it just below Connor's line of vision so that he would see it and keep his temper in check.

"Like I said yesterday, Connor is grounded for three months. He is restricted from fighting. He doesn't have permission to watch television or to play with that little game. He is going to have a list of chores" (while his son had slept peacefully in his arms, Angel had looked on the Internet for parenting advice—it had been a long time since he'd known how to relate to children) "like setting the table, washing the dishes, doing laundry. Every day, he will have a list of what he needs to get done."

"Seriously?" Connor whined, but it only took one look from Angel to silence his complaints.

"Fred, if you can, I need you to do an evaluation on Connor and see what his knowledge levels are. If not, I'll hire a tutor. I want Connor to start school as soon as possible."

"I don't want to," Connor said.

"Son, you are going to go even if I have to spank you every day in the doorway of the school." They both knew that was an empty threat—he would do it at the hotel to get him into the car. But Angel thought that seemed like a more intimidating threat.

"What about kids' rights?" Connor asked.

"When I explain to them that it's because you don't want to go to study, they'll understand," Angel said.

"He has a point. Maybe I'll take you, Connor," Gunn said.

"We can start this afternoon," Fred interrupted, seeing the look of anguish on Connor's face.

"You can't just treat me like a little kid. My father never treated me like this," Connor lied.

"You're lying. I can tell when you lie. The truth has a better sound to it. Less nasal. And you will certainly tell no more lies, Conn."

"Make me." But when he saw his dad pick the brush up, he said, "No, Daddy, I didn't mean it. I wasn't serious. No more lies."

"No more disrespect."

"Yes, sir."

"No, not sir. I am Dad or Daddy. I don't want your fear, Connor. I want your respect," Angel said, taking his face in his hand and turning it so that his son could see the honesty in his eyes.

"I got it."

"When you're no longer grounded," Angel continued, "you'll have a curfew. Home by seven and in bed by 10."

"That's crazy. I'm sorry, Dad, but that's a time for babies," Connor complained.

"You'll have classes at 8 AM. You have to rest. And while you're grounded, you'll be in bed by 8 PM."

"And what am I gonna do? Stare at the ceiling?" Connor asked.

"I would prefer that you sleep, but if you want, you can read a book until 10."

"I'm not a child. I'm no longer the baby that was stolen from you. I'm an adult."

"I know you're not the baby that was taken from me, but you are a child. My child. And you're only sixteen, many years away from being an adult," Angel said.

"How do you know my age? I could be 21. You don't know how time worked in Quor-toth."

"But I know what a 21-year-old looks like, and you don't look like one. You look 16." Connor stuck out his tongue. He didn't know why. He was just following his instincts.

"And you act sixteen."

"If you've finished humiliating me in front of everyone, could we eat?"

"It's not my intention to humiliate you."

"Look at Gunn's face. He's enjoying this."

"Seeing you get your ass whipped, yes, but only because you deserve it," Gunn told him. "You were a real spoiled brat, and there wasn't one second in the past three months that I didn't think about putting you over my knee and spanking you until you couldn't even cry about the pain. And yeah, I think that your dad let you off too easy this time."

"Easy? You think this has been easy? He hit me really hard and grounded me to infinity. That's not easy!" he yelled, controlling himself so that he didn't jump up and grab Gunn by his neck and break him into a thousand pieces. "I'm the Destroyer, dammit! In Quor-toth, everyone feared me, but here, I'm just the brat that everyone thinks they can boss around—'Connor, don't do that,' 'Connor do this.' You're not my father, you just work for him."

Although Angel understood how he felt, Connor was not going to be allowed to disrespect his friends. He lifted him out of his chair and smacked him all the way to the bathroom, ignoring his cries.

"Open." He ordered him to open his mouth. When Connor did, to complain, he shoved a wet, sudsy bar of soap in his mouth. "Five minutes."

Connor could not believe that his dad was doing this to him. Holtz had told him that this was a form of punishment, but luckily for him, they didn't have soap in Quor-toth, and besides that, he only knew the words that his father had taught him and never would have dared to be as disrespectful as he was being now. After five minutes, Angel let him rinse his mouth.

"When we go back out, you are going to apologize to Gunn and thank him for taking care of you while I was gone. Then you'll do the same with Fred and ask them what you can do to repay them."

"I'll do no such thing," Connor said without much conviction. If Angel spanked him, he would do and say what his dad wanted, but not of his own accord.

"Well, then you can put your nose in the corner until you change your mind," he said, pointing to the wall.

"Guys, I'm so sorry about my son's behavior. I'm so embarrassed about how he's acted, and I'm eternally grateful to you for taking such good care of him while I was gone."

"Don't worry, Angel. We love Connor like he's our own," Gunn said.

Connor did feel bad after what his father said, but even then he was prepared to stand in the corner until Angel gave up. But after listening to Gunn, he felt much guiltier and could see that all Gunn's yelling was just to keep him safe and the only time he'd really punished him was when he'd almost succeeded in getting himself killed because he didn't follow orders. Without knowing how, he turned away from the wall and faced Gunn.

"I'm sorry. What I said wasn't true. I was just embarrassed that my dad punished me in public," he said, blushing. "I recognize everything that you guys did for me, and I'm sorry I was a spoiled brat."

Gunn just threw an arm around him.

"Come here, kid. All I want is for you to be safe and to become a good man. I know it's gonna take a little time to get used to your new family, but you're stuck with us."

"Thanks. Fred, I'm sorry I lied to you. I'll try never to do it again."

"Oh, come here! Just a few months ago you were a baby, and now here you are a little man," she said.

"Don't say that," Connor said, embarrassed.

"It's true."

"Dad, I'm really sorry that I didn't let you explain, and about everything that I did. I hope that one day you can forgive me."

"Sweetheart, I have nothing to forgive. I am always going to love you."

"Thanks for being my dad, and for making me understand that you are, even though my butt isn't so grateful."

"Come here, smarty pants. You have to eat breakfast."

After breakfast, Fred tested Connor's knowledge, which was surprisingly good. It seemed he was adjusting well to his new dimension. He only had big knowledge gaps in math and science, which luckily was her specialty. He had a few other minor deficiencies, but with hard work, Connor might be enrolled in school in no less than two months.

Meanwhile, Angel talked with a forger who could get Connor his papers. Then he made an appointment with a doctor he'd done a job for before who wouldn't ask questions about Connor's identification and would help him figure out his medical history.

Gunn handled their cases that day.

During lunch hour, Fred informed them about the good news. At first Connor was reluctant to go to school, but after talking with Fred, he couldn't wait to go. Maybe it would be good for him to be around people his own age. He wasn't happy at all, however, when Angel told him he had a doctor's appointment.

Luckily, the medical center had an underground parking garage, so Angel didn't have any problems.

After examining and weighing Connor, the doctor finally spoke.

"In general, he looks well. But he's missing all his vaccinations, and yes, don't give me that look, he has to have them," he said, seeing the distressed look on Angel's face. Connor's expression didn't change because he didn't know what the doctor was talking about. "We'll have to do a blood test, and I'm going to give you these vitamins to take one a day," he said, showing him the tablets.

"I'm not taking that garbage," Connor said, knocking them aside.

"Connor Angel, last warning. Pick up that medicine, and you are going to take it."

"NO."

"Doctor, do you have vitamin injections?" Angel asked.

"Yes. One per week for a month. After that, we'll have to see if that'll do or if we need to give him something stronger. The nurse is going to come in now and give him his vaccines and the shot."

"Thanks," Angel said. "Connor Angel, you pick up those pills right now."

Connor recognized that as an order, so he didn't delay in picking up the damn pills and handing them to the doctor.

"Sorry I threw them down," he said.

Yes, a couple spankings had done wonders for Connor's attitude.

"No problem," he said, leaving the room. He knew that when Connor found out what shots actually were, he wouldn't want to be there. But he also knew that Angel would prevent any misbehavior with the nurse.

"Hello, I'm Kathy," the nurse said. "I've come to take a blood sample and give you your vaccines." When she looked and saw that they were vaccinations that he should have had as a baby, she gave Angel a funny look and he could tell that it kind of bothered her.

"His mother didn't believe in vaccinations and I just recently got custody of him," Angel explained. Even though he didn't like blaming Darla, that was the story he told, that Connor had lived with his mother and been homeschooled until three months ago when his mother had died. Then he had come to live with his father, and yes, Angel was just a kid when they'd had him.

"Well, Connor, I need you to give me your arm so I can take the sample." After she had squeezed his arm, which was uncomfortable for Connor, he saw that she was bringing a needle closer to him.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "Dad, what is she doing?"

"Son, look at me, don't look at your arm," he said, hugging him. While he did, he took the opportunity of turning his head so he didn't have to look, and for good reason (blood and vampire). "She's going to inject the needle into your vein and take a little bit of blood."

"Dad, no," Connor said, a little bit afraid but not knowing how to say it without raising suspicions.

"I have it under control, Conn," Angel said, hiding his vampire face.

"OUCH! That hurts!" he complained.

"Connor, you were a very brave boy," she said, then turned to Angel. "There are seven shots. Do you want to do them all at once or make another appointment?"

"I would prefer all at once. I don't think I can get him back here again," he said, nodding at the needles.

"Well, there are five in the arm and two in the bottom. I'll start with the ones in the arm."

"What is she saying about my bottom?" Connor asked.

"Where the shots will go."

"Dad!"

"The ones in the arm first."

The vaccinations in his arm didn't hurt too much, but he didn't like them at all, and now he had more coming.

"Good, Connor, now lie face down and pull your pants down a little," the nurse said.

"NO! YOU'RE CRAZY, PERVERT!"

"Connor, do as she asks and control your tongue."

"NO, I'M NOT GOING TO LET..."

"Give me a few minutes, please," Angel said.

The nurse simply left. "Tell me when you're done," she said. Yes, she knew very well what was about to happen in that room. This wasn't the first child to think he was grown up enough to decide whether he'd get a shot or not. It always ended the same, with them crying before she even got back in the room.

"Connor, you have to take the shots," Angel said.

"No."

"We both know that it'sgonna happen. Now the question is, do you want a spanking before they stick you?"

"I don't care. They're not going to stick me. She hurt my arms." Connor had seen enough to know that if he said something hurt, Angel would kill the person who'd done him harm. What he didn't count on was that his father was inflexible when it came to his health. Angel took him and put him over his knees and lowered his pants and underwear.

SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT

"Dad, that hurts! I'm going to do what you say, I swear!"

SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT

"You're going to apologize for being rude."

"NO!"

SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT

"Yes, Daddy, like you said. I'll apologize. I'll apologize!"

Angel stopped swatting him and called to the nurse, who made no comment about the state of the boy in front of her. She just wished that someday she wouldn't have to be giving shots to kids covered in tears, but she knew that that wouldn't happen.

"Connor, relax your bottom, please." When that didn't happen, like she figured, she gave him a little spank.

"OWWWWW!" Connor cried when he felt the first prick of the needle. Luckily the liquid didn't hurt that much. The second one was the same. But the vitamin shot was a different story.

"OWWWWW, Dad! It's hurting me, Daddy!"

"It'll be over soon, baby. Just a little bit more."

"I-it h-hurts," Connor cried while Angel held his legs to stop him from kicking.

"All done. The doctor will be in soon," she said.

"That hurt me a lot, Dad," Connor said, sobbing and rubbing his butt.

"I know, baby."

"I don't want any more shots," Connor was saying, but was interrupted by the doctor.

"The blood test came out relatively well, but Connor is very malnourished. I'm going to put him on a diet that needs to be strictly followed, but if he wants to eat more, that's fine."

"But Conn eats all day long."

"Yes, but he is deficient in iron and some vitamins. When was the last time that he ate something like beans or tomatoes?"

"I don't eat them. I don't like them," Connor said.

"Well, you're going to have to start eating them or I'll have to raise the dosage of your vitamin shots," the doctor said.

"No, and I don't want more shots. I'm going to take the damn pills," he said defiantly. His father had said he had to obey him. He hadn't said anything about the rest of it.

"Connor Angel, I suggest you change that attitude unless you want another spanking." Connor turned red with embarrassment at his father's threat.

"But Daddy, the shots hurt me a lot," he said, his bottom lip quivering. Yes, he was a master of manipulation and knew that the word "daddy" could get him everything, and he was right. But Angel knew it, too, and this time, as much as he wanted to give Connor his way, he knew that for the well-being of his son, he shouldn't.

"No, you had your chance and you made a choice. Now you have to live with it." Connor pouted. The doctor smiled, knowing how difficult this was for Angel, having witnessed his suffering when he'd lost his son.

"Well, here's the meal plan. You can make an appointment with the secretary for the next shot or you can give it to him at home."

"At home. I'll learn how to do it."

"Can you come to a couple of courses this week?"

"Of course." He didn't want to hurt his son.

"And this is for you," he said, handing Connor a piece of candy.

"Thanks," he said sheepishly. After the threat Angel had just made, he didn't dare do or say anything that might make his father mad.

"Thanks for everything and goodbye," Angel said.

"Goodbye," the doctor replied.

"Why did you thank him for poking me?" Connor asked, still pouting. Angel had never seen him quite like this. He looked so much younger.

"Because he wants the best for you, just like Dad."

"I don't like it."

"Let's go home."

Connor complained all the way because his butt was hurting him.

"How did it go, dear?" Fred asked when they got home.

Connor, without knowing why, ran into Fred's arms.

"They poked me, Fred. They stuck me in the butt," he said, crying.

"Oh, poor baby," she said, giving him a kiss on the forehead. "You want some ice cream?" Connor merely nodded.

After eating dinner (yes, a dinner of ice cream)…

"Fred, he has to eat what's on the list," Angel complained.

"Tomorrow," she said. "Today, he got a lot of shots, and he needs to be spoiled."

Just then, Gunn arrived with a case.

"Connor, brush your teeth and go to bed. When he gets back, Dad will come give you a goodnight kiss."

"I can go with you guys," Connor said.

"Connor…"

"I know, the baby is grounded," he said, muttering as he went upstairs.

He chewed on his rage for a while. He was the Destroyer, and here he was grounded. And not only that, but getting spanked and stuck with needles. He deserved to go out, so he took his weapons and went out the window.

Such was his luck that he ended up at just the place where Angel was fighting and came face to face with his furious father.

"Can you guys handle things for a moment?" Angel asked.

"Yes," Gunn said.

Angel went and without warning killed the vampire that was fighting Connor.

"I had him," Connor complained, but Angel, without saying a word, dragged him to his car and gave him ten very hard smacks on the bottom and put him into the car.

"If you leave from here, I will spank your bare bottom no matter who's watching. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Dad," he said in barely a whisper.

Angel returned to the fight, and with all the frustration that his disobedient son had caused him, finished killing the monster within minutes.

In the car…

"What were you thinking, Sparky?" Gunn yelled.

"Not that I was gonna run into you guys," he said. He was already in a deep hole; he wasn't going to make it worse with a lie.

When they arrived at the hotel…

"Connor, pajamas and bed, now," Angel ordered.

When Connor was out of hearing range, Angel said,

"I don't know what to do. I've already had to spank him so many times today. Maybe it's not working."

"He's testing you, Angel," said Fred.

"Are you nuts?" Gunn said. "Yes it's working. This boy isn't even a shadow of how he behaved in your absence, and I would have done the same to him whether we found him out there tonight or not. You're making great progress. He trusts you. What Connor needs is a real licking, not for you to stop when he says 'daddy.' That boy already knows that that word is magic."

"Well, I'm going to deal with my disobedient son. Good night."

In his room, Connor was trying to figure out how to get himself out of this situation. His butt was killing him, and he'd only had a sample. But when he couldn't come up with anything, he did the dumbest thing he could think of and tried to flee. Angel found him halfway out the window. He grabbed him by the arm and gave him five hard slaps with vampire strength that immediately made him cry. Then he took him by the ear and left him facing a corner.

"Don't you move a muscle," Angel said, leaving the room. He wasted no time in returning, and when he did, he nailed all the windows shut.

"Come here," he said to Connor.

"Daaaadddy." It was the only thing he could say through so much crying. But Gunn was right. Connor only called him that to get out of a spanking, so he just put his son across his lap and pulled down his pajama pants and underwear.

"I don't think it's necessary to say why we're here," he said, hitting him with vampire strength but taking care not to cause him any real damage.

SWAT, SWAT, SWAT

"OWWWWWWWWWWW!"

SWAT, SWAT, SWAT

"You are not going to break your grounding, and this thing with the hunting is over forever." Truth be told, he didn't want his son hunting or fighting, and that was why he got so upset when he saw him fighting against the vampire.

SWAT, SWAT, SWAT

"That is not the life that you're going to live. Even if I have to spank you every day, you will not go out fighting again."

Connor just cried. His dad had never hit him so hard, and now he understood why he was doing it, but he was crying so hard that he couldn't even tell him he understood.

Angel righted Connor's clothes and took his son in his arms.

"I love you, Connor, and I want you to have a life ahead of you."

"But … I'm … strong," he finally said once he could talk.

"You are stronger than normal people, but you're still human."

"But … I like … to hunt."

"No, you will learn how to do other things, son."

"But Daddy."

"Let's make a deal. After one semester in school, once you've had the opportunity to learn how to do other things—play sports, have a girlfriend—we'll both sit down and talk about it and see if maybe you can go hunting sometimes."

"Yeah, that's if I can sit down again one day," Connor cried.

"I'm sorry I had to be so hard on you, but you left me no choice."

"Me, too. I know I left you no other choice. I was such a brat today, but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry."

"That's called adolescence, Connor."

"Yeah, but on TV they say that people don't hit adolescents anymore."

"Don't believe everything they say on TV, son. Time for bed."

"Dad, will you stay with me?" Connor wasn't yet prepared to tell his dad, but when he closed his eyes, he still saw Angel submerged in the ocean.

"For as long as you want." Angel had heard his son cry during his dreams about what he had done, and he didn't know how long it would take him to forgive himself. "Sleep well, sweetheart. Daddy will take care of you while you dream."

Soon father and son were sleeping fused in an embrace that was interrupted only when Connor moved his hands to rub his aching bottom, which was definitely going to take a few days to stop hurting.

Fred and Gunn went to check on them, worried about Connor. They knew that he had really done it this time, but they couldn't stop worrying about him. Then they couldn't stop smiling when they saw them in each other's arms. They took a lot of pictures, and they were very similar to those that they had taken when Connor was just a baby and had slept in his father's arms.