TITLE: Family
AUTHOR: Aset
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He woke up. A look on the clock; 07.58. Morning ? Evening? He didn't care. It didn't matter anymore. He did want to get out of bed, and enter the nursery, walk up to the crib and hold his son. He wanted to walk downstairs then, seeing his beautiful seer arrive and smile upon her. She always liked that, him smiling. And strangely enough only she and Connor could make him do that. Actually it wasn't really that strange; it was called love.
He sighed; brooding again, mourning.
The dream had seemed so real, and he hated waking up, facing reality; Cordy gone on a holiday with that Groosalugg…that had been his own fault; and then Connor…gone, missing, probably dead.
A tear fell from his eye. He hadn't cried in a long, long time. Not when Buffy had died again the last time, not when Cordelia got into a coma on her birthday… That was different. It all was different. No real tears for that. He couldn't. But now, he was a father, loving in a way he'd never loved before, and suffering in a way he'd never suffered before. A father's grief goes beyond words.
No need to get up; there's no one there anyway. Too early, or too late. He didn't know, he didn't care.
The phone rang downstairs. He heard it, but didn't move. He didn't care anymore… the answering machine. It hurt to hear her sweet voice… then the beep… silence; no message. Doesn't matter, don't care. Back to sleep. No more dreams.
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*~*The next day*~*
'Hello?' the voice ran though the hall of the Hyperion. A bang, another; bags that are put down. 'Hellooo? ! ?'
'Oh? Ah!' Laughter, hugs. Did Fred really just hug her? Impossible! Gunn, also happy to see her again. Wesley isn't in. Angel? Connor? She really missed that little sweetheart with his cherubs-face. Almost as cute as his father…
'Where's Angel?' she asked, longing to see him again.
'Upstairs' Fred answered, looking down. The atmosphere was tensed again. She'd sensed it when she entered, dark, sad.
'I wouldn't..' Gunn started to say, but she was already gone, making her way up the stairs; running. Unexpected energy. Who needs an elevator anyway?
***
'Angel?' a little knock on the door. No answer; she enters, finding him asleep on his bed. She smiles, turning to leave again.
'Cordy ?' His voice sounded even more beautiful then she remembered.
'Angel' and she ran up to him, practically throwing herself into his arms. He was holding her tight, a bit too tight even. Did he just miss her, or was there more to it? What was going on?
'Hey, you're back?'
'Yeah'
'So soon?'
'I missed you'
'Missed you too.'
Silence as he hugged her again.
'Where's my little sweetheart?'
Silence. He held her more tight, or was that just her imagination.
'Angel, where's Connor?' She asked as she broke free from the embrace, looking into his eyes. No! Couldn't be! Tears? He couldn't be crying, right? His eyes were red, and filled with tears.
He couldn't. He couldn't fight it any longer, nor hide it. Cordy was back, she didn't know yet. It would break her heart. Our son's gone. Tears started to run freely over his cheeks.
Worry was to be read in her eyes; lovingly eyes, so beautiful. He pulled her back into a hug, he needed it.
'Angel?' she asked with a trembling voice while she ran her fingers through his hair, letting him sob against her shoulder. Deep inside she felt it coming. It was Connor, and tears started to form in her eyes.
'He's gone' he managed to say through his tears.
'What?' she asked, not really wanting to hear what would come next, not wanting to understand.
'He's gone, Cordy…He's…' his crying took over, unable to talk anymore. Weep, cry, that's all you can do now. Wait until it gets to her; pain.
'No ! No !' tears started slowly to fill her eyes again as she rested her head against his shoulder. She didn't understand, but it had to be true. Angel never cried.
***
'Is she still up there ?' Gunn asked as he went to sit down at the kitchentable, facing Fred, who was drinking a cup of coffee.
' Yeah. It's been almost an hour. Shouldn't we… check if she's okay?'
' What? You think Angel would go all wacky and bite her or something?'
'Well..Maybe' Fred sighed and nipped of her coffee.
The phone rang. Fred got up to answer it.
'Angel Investigations…Yes…Yes, he works here…Yes…Okay…Yes…Central? …Uh…okay… thank you, yes bye.' She hung up, turned to face Gunn who was standing behind her; 'Wesley's alive!'
'What?'
'He's okay. He's at the hospital. I wrote it down, here.' She said giving him the piece of paper she'd written some information on.
'Let's go' he said, grabbing her coat, heading for the door.
'Charles…what about Cordelia and Angel?'
'They'll be fine. We'll check on them later on. Now, let's see how Wes is doin'.'
***
They were lying on the bed, next to each other. He was caressing her hair as she slept on, thinking over their conversation, taking care of her. She was all he'd had left. He'd imagined it over and over again how it would be like when she'd come back, how he was going to tell her their son was gone. Yes, their son. Maybe it wasn't really a dream; it was true. He loved her, and he also looked upon her as Connor's mother.
She had cried herself to sleep. She suffered too. Most of all it hurt her that the PTB didn't even send her some sign something was wrong back home. Connor and Angel meant the world to her, and she almost lost them both. In a way she was glad things turned out the way they did with Groo.
He was angry with him. He'd never liked the blue-eyed-champ. And yes, he was jealous of him too, for Cordy loved the Groosalugg, and not him. Not in that way, at least, he never thought so. But he really didn't understand that guy. How could he leave Cordelia like that, and worse, he'd hurt her. 'He'd found some other princesses' she'd said. She meant he'd run off with some bitches, leaving her alone, vulnerable. In a way he was happy. She was back with him. He only wondered what happened with the potion they'd bought at the brothel. Would they… No! No! Don't go there, Angel. She's back now. She's okay, hurt, but okay. But now it'll be all right. We'll find Connor, and live happily ever after, if I can be human one day…
She moaned in her sleep, gently waking up. He putted an arm around her, carefully, not wanting to wake her up, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
'Hi' she said, opening her eyes, and looking into his';
'Hey' a little smile came across his face, causing her to smile too.
'Angel?'
'Yeah?'
'We'll find him. We'll find Connor.' She said, placing a kiss on his lips, hesitating a bit at first, then pressing he lips harder on his', waiting, longing. He looked at her, and when their glances met, their eyes locked, as the kiss deepened…
A/N: Okay, that went fast. Maybe a bit too fast (talking about the writing as well as about the events) Sorry, maybe I'll rewrite later on. Now, I'm full of idea's! (don't you just love inspiration? Holidays and those boring courses of philosophy really makes me want to write!!) But still open for advice and suggestions; tell me what you want to happen later on! Ok, back to work!! Enjoy!!
Aset
AUTHOR: Aset
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He woke up. A look on the clock; 07.58. Morning ? Evening? He didn't care. It didn't matter anymore. He did want to get out of bed, and enter the nursery, walk up to the crib and hold his son. He wanted to walk downstairs then, seeing his beautiful seer arrive and smile upon her. She always liked that, him smiling. And strangely enough only she and Connor could make him do that. Actually it wasn't really that strange; it was called love.
He sighed; brooding again, mourning.
The dream had seemed so real, and he hated waking up, facing reality; Cordy gone on a holiday with that Groosalugg…that had been his own fault; and then Connor…gone, missing, probably dead.
A tear fell from his eye. He hadn't cried in a long, long time. Not when Buffy had died again the last time, not when Cordelia got into a coma on her birthday… That was different. It all was different. No real tears for that. He couldn't. But now, he was a father, loving in a way he'd never loved before, and suffering in a way he'd never suffered before. A father's grief goes beyond words.
No need to get up; there's no one there anyway. Too early, or too late. He didn't know, he didn't care.
The phone rang downstairs. He heard it, but didn't move. He didn't care anymore… the answering machine. It hurt to hear her sweet voice… then the beep… silence; no message. Doesn't matter, don't care. Back to sleep. No more dreams.
*-*-*
*~*The next day*~*
'Hello?' the voice ran though the hall of the Hyperion. A bang, another; bags that are put down. 'Hellooo? ! ?'
'Oh? Ah!' Laughter, hugs. Did Fred really just hug her? Impossible! Gunn, also happy to see her again. Wesley isn't in. Angel? Connor? She really missed that little sweetheart with his cherubs-face. Almost as cute as his father…
'Where's Angel?' she asked, longing to see him again.
'Upstairs' Fred answered, looking down. The atmosphere was tensed again. She'd sensed it when she entered, dark, sad.
'I wouldn't..' Gunn started to say, but she was already gone, making her way up the stairs; running. Unexpected energy. Who needs an elevator anyway?
***
'Angel?' a little knock on the door. No answer; she enters, finding him asleep on his bed. She smiles, turning to leave again.
'Cordy ?' His voice sounded even more beautiful then she remembered.
'Angel' and she ran up to him, practically throwing herself into his arms. He was holding her tight, a bit too tight even. Did he just miss her, or was there more to it? What was going on?
'Hey, you're back?'
'Yeah'
'So soon?'
'I missed you'
'Missed you too.'
Silence as he hugged her again.
'Where's my little sweetheart?'
Silence. He held her more tight, or was that just her imagination.
'Angel, where's Connor?' She asked as she broke free from the embrace, looking into his eyes. No! Couldn't be! Tears? He couldn't be crying, right? His eyes were red, and filled with tears.
He couldn't. He couldn't fight it any longer, nor hide it. Cordy was back, she didn't know yet. It would break her heart. Our son's gone. Tears started to run freely over his cheeks.
Worry was to be read in her eyes; lovingly eyes, so beautiful. He pulled her back into a hug, he needed it.
'Angel?' she asked with a trembling voice while she ran her fingers through his hair, letting him sob against her shoulder. Deep inside she felt it coming. It was Connor, and tears started to form in her eyes.
'He's gone' he managed to say through his tears.
'What?' she asked, not really wanting to hear what would come next, not wanting to understand.
'He's gone, Cordy…He's…' his crying took over, unable to talk anymore. Weep, cry, that's all you can do now. Wait until it gets to her; pain.
'No ! No !' tears started slowly to fill her eyes again as she rested her head against his shoulder. She didn't understand, but it had to be true. Angel never cried.
***
'Is she still up there ?' Gunn asked as he went to sit down at the kitchentable, facing Fred, who was drinking a cup of coffee.
' Yeah. It's been almost an hour. Shouldn't we… check if she's okay?'
' What? You think Angel would go all wacky and bite her or something?'
'Well..Maybe' Fred sighed and nipped of her coffee.
The phone rang. Fred got up to answer it.
'Angel Investigations…Yes…Yes, he works here…Yes…Okay…Yes…Central? …Uh…okay… thank you, yes bye.' She hung up, turned to face Gunn who was standing behind her; 'Wesley's alive!'
'What?'
'He's okay. He's at the hospital. I wrote it down, here.' She said giving him the piece of paper she'd written some information on.
'Let's go' he said, grabbing her coat, heading for the door.
'Charles…what about Cordelia and Angel?'
'They'll be fine. We'll check on them later on. Now, let's see how Wes is doin'.'
***
They were lying on the bed, next to each other. He was caressing her hair as she slept on, thinking over their conversation, taking care of her. She was all he'd had left. He'd imagined it over and over again how it would be like when she'd come back, how he was going to tell her their son was gone. Yes, their son. Maybe it wasn't really a dream; it was true. He loved her, and he also looked upon her as Connor's mother.
She had cried herself to sleep. She suffered too. Most of all it hurt her that the PTB didn't even send her some sign something was wrong back home. Connor and Angel meant the world to her, and she almost lost them both. In a way she was glad things turned out the way they did with Groo.
He was angry with him. He'd never liked the blue-eyed-champ. And yes, he was jealous of him too, for Cordy loved the Groosalugg, and not him. Not in that way, at least, he never thought so. But he really didn't understand that guy. How could he leave Cordelia like that, and worse, he'd hurt her. 'He'd found some other princesses' she'd said. She meant he'd run off with some bitches, leaving her alone, vulnerable. In a way he was happy. She was back with him. He only wondered what happened with the potion they'd bought at the brothel. Would they… No! No! Don't go there, Angel. She's back now. She's okay, hurt, but okay. But now it'll be all right. We'll find Connor, and live happily ever after, if I can be human one day…
She moaned in her sleep, gently waking up. He putted an arm around her, carefully, not wanting to wake her up, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
'Hi' she said, opening her eyes, and looking into his';
'Hey' a little smile came across his face, causing her to smile too.
'Angel?'
'Yeah?'
'We'll find him. We'll find Connor.' She said, placing a kiss on his lips, hesitating a bit at first, then pressing he lips harder on his', waiting, longing. He looked at her, and when their glances met, their eyes locked, as the kiss deepened…
A/N: Okay, that went fast. Maybe a bit too fast (talking about the writing as well as about the events) Sorry, maybe I'll rewrite later on. Now, I'm full of idea's! (don't you just love inspiration? Holidays and those boring courses of philosophy really makes me want to write!!) But still open for advice and suggestions; tell me what you want to happen later on! Ok, back to work!! Enjoy!!
Aset