Okay here's chapter 3. To he's no angel thanks for the update your in my fav authors list coz you do angel Connor fic's and there my fav I didn't like how on the show everyone forgot about the whole 16 years in hell with a crazy British dude with a creepy voice. It made no sense that no one really mentioned it in season 4. But anyway who care's about my opinion. P.s. don't send me flames use them to roast marshmallows so you don't feel so bitter.
Angel walked through the doors of the Hyperion carrying his broad sword against his side. He hadn't wanted to leave Connor but slaying lecshlar demons needed a lot of help. "Angel its Connor he got out he jumped through the window in the bathroom he went east." Fred said in a hurry. Angel ran out of the hotel in a panic he had too find his son he wouldn't lose him again. He followed his sons scent to the rail tracks he had been thinking on the way there about how he was going to help his child. "Maybe therapy could help kid needs someone professional to talk to help him figure stuff out properly Lorne should know some good demon therapists" he thought. He stopped his train of thought hearing a train coming in loudly he turned his head at the noise and saw his sons thin frame standing in its way about 5 seconds from being knocked down. He ran towards him faster than he thought possible even for a vampire "Connor move get of the track" he shouted in desperation but Connor didn't budge. Angel ran at him and grabbed him around the waist dragging him down onto the bank barley missing the train. "Don't you ever do anything like that again do you hear me" angel shouted he wasn't angry at his son he was just so scared. Connor flinched and nodded looking down "o god Connor I'm sorry I'm not mad I was just so scared I thought I was going to lose you again." Angel said as he pulled his son tightly against him tears threatening to spill from his already damp eyes. "I don't think I could cope if I lost you again I love you to much" angel looked down at his son and sighed when he saw he still looked afraid "come on lets get you home" angel said. He helped Connor up and slung an arm around his slender shoulders as he guided the silent boy home.
Connor sat in the bathtub with his arms encircling his bare knees. His farther sat on the side carefully washing Connors long hair. The boy hadn't spoken and had barley moved since angel had moved him away from the train. Angel sat with him he couldn't trust Connor not to try to hurt himself if he left him alone. "All done you want to get out" angel asked. Connor stood and accepted the towel his farther passed him wrapping it tightly around himself he stepped out of the tub and followed angel into his room allowing himself to be guided gently down onto sitting on the large bed. Angel picked up the clothes Fred had left on the bed it was an orange shirt, baggy blue jeans and a black T-shirt with old grunge bands logo scrawled across the front. "There probably Gunns old clothes," he thought idly looking at their size and style he turned his back as Connor got changed into the clothes. "So you hungry" angel asked hopefully Connor just shook his head lightly not really taking in what was being said. Angel sighed inwardly "he's way too thin" he thought, "his clothes are hanging of him maybe…" "angel we have a situation downstairs" Wes said panting slightly in the doorway his calm British exterior slipping a little. Angel ran out the room after asking Wes to watch Connor. He ran into the lobby and froze at what he saw "o god" angel groaned "hello peaches".
Plz anyone give me some ideas I have really bad writers block. HELP!.
Who's in the lobby, won't Gunn mind that Fred's giving away his clothes and should angel just wrap Connor in bubble wrap to save time? R&R TO FIND OUT!