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Chapter 6: We Help The Helpless

Another Technology reader's note: In my future Buffyverse there are barriers that stop sound in the bronze, mainly because I couldn't think of what music would be like then.

Marcus had succeeded in getting Connor to go to the Bronze with them that night, he simply told him that Tara would be there. He liked her just as much as she did him. They had all volunteered to help Amelia get some background on Connor and Marcus had brought some garlic in his bag in case he had to go on patrol with her tonight, some vampire would get a big shock when they tried to bite him.

When Connor got to the Bronze the others were sat in the two rows of sofas under the stairs to the upper level. They had switched the band off in that area so they could talk and he felt the sound barrier as he passed through it and he stepped up behind one of the sofas, "Hi guys," they all jumped out of their seats as he spoke, except for Amelia, he had forgotten how quiet and sneaky he could be. It came from his dad he supposed. "Sorry I'm late, I had some trouble convincing my mom not to come with me. She used to hang out here a lot," Marcus seemed to be settling down and Tara just sat there staring at him, it made him slightly uncomfortable but he hoped she was doing it for a good reason.

"Oh, so your mom's an old SHS student?" Marcus asked.

"SHS?" Connor felt like he was out of touch with the teen lingo.

"Sunnydale High School," Marcus almost spelt the initials out but though the better of it.

"Yeah she studied here, then she moved to L.A. and started working for my dad," Connor saddened at the thought of his father, it had been two years since he had died and Connor still hadn't gotten over it. He still expected him to come in the door one night and it would be like he had never left.

Amelia spoke up, "you seem a little down, what is it?"

"My dad died a couple years ago, I'm just starting to get over it." Connor slumped into the seat next to Tara and his smile had completely gone. "He always put others first, my dad," Marcus sighed as if he was already bored, "he kept trying to save the world," Amelia perked up, now this was information that Giles could use, "nobody ever thanked him for it, and even when he did it for a living he hardly ever got paid."

"So was your dad a cop?" Amelia asked, noting it all down in her mental notebook.

"No, he was a private detective," Connor smiled, "Angel Investigations, we help the helpless," the memories of the past came washing over him and he smiled at his dad's victories and laughed at his mistakes, "that was the catchphrase they used, my mom made it up."

"That's really cool," Tara said, shifting a bit to be closer to Connor, "the only job my mom has had since I can remember is lecturer at UC Sunnydale."

"Sometimes it's nice to be normal," added Amelia, who had decided that the only thing that she needed to remember was Connor's father's detective agency name. She could go home and look it up on the net.

"Definitely," Connor agreed. Tara seemed to be getting a bit agitated that she had to share Connor with the others so Marcus offered up a solution.

"Amelia why don't we leave these two to get to know each other and go for that walk Mr. Giles suggested earlier?" he hopes she got his reference to her order to patrol.

"Yeah, let's go and take that walk," she turned to Connor and Tara, "enjoy yourselves."

Before Connor could protest Tara replied, "I will, talk to you tomorrow."

"Bye," Marcus waved as they walked out of the sound barrier and into the retro '90s rock music that the club was so fond of. Connor sat next to Tara and Amelia could tell she would have something to talk about tomorrow.