JASON WADE: You Belong to me
By PNS*
Notes: This story takes place after Lullaby as Angel thinks about his son.

See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sun rise
From the tropic isle
Just remember darling
All the while
You belong to me

Angel held the child in his arms. It cried blindly, the little hands reaching out. He was cold and couldn't give it warmth. It shivered. How could he have brought such a life into this world? A true life? A living child. The baby stopped and looked at him. It drooled a little as he pressed it closer to his chest. The others watched on in awe at the little miracle. Rain poured down around the car.
He wanted everything for this baby. But what could he give it? How could he protect it? His world was a dark one. A deadly one. No place for a child.
See the market place
In old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember
When a dream appears
You belong to me
The baby was asleep in a makeshift cradle. Cordelia would pick up a real one tomorrow. Angel watched the child, brooding like always. He had yet to come up with a name for him.
"What am I going to do? You have a whole destiny ahead of you. How will you handle it? Miracle baby. My miracle boy. That sounds so strange. It's not like you could ever play baseball, I mean I wouldn't even be able to go to your games, unless they were night games. I couldn't go to your school plays…What kind of misery is this? The Powers push people around and punish children." He thought of Buffy and her death. She was still a child.
And I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
Fly the ocean
In a silver plane
See the jungle
When it's wet with rain
Just remember till
You're home again
You belong to me
"Angel." He looked up quickly to Cordelia, poised in the doorway.
"I was just, um," He didn't know how to explain that he was mourning the loss of his boy's adolescence before it began.
"I heard. Sorry."
"Oh."
"And I wanted to tell you that it doesn't matter. What matters is that he's here now. And that you love him. Do you?"
"Of course. How could you even ask-" She smiled.
"He'll be fine. So why don't we give him a name and go to bed. You've both had a long night. And you've got to deal with Lorne tomorrow." Angel smiled back.

Oh I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
Fly the ocean
In a silver plane
See the jungle
When it's wet with rain
Just remember till
You're home again
You belong to me
"Lucas."
"What?"
"Lucas. That's his name. It means Light of the World. And that's what he's going to be. He's a human with a soul and he's the only good thing me and Darla did."
"You know, it fits." Cordelia nodded, looking at the child. "Good job."
"Well if you spent 150 years killing children you're bound to pick up a name."
"That's gross."
"It's the truth." Angel reached into the cradle and touched the babies fingers. They curled around his.
"Good night." Cordelia slipped out the door. A lullaby popped into Angel's head and he began singing. He wasn't bad when he wasn't nervous.