Authors note: I don't own it. I won't ever own it. Connor is 5 years old.
He lives with Angel, well duh. Enjoy.
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Tiny footsteps could be heard as Connor, at age five, ran in followed by Cordelia. Angel looked up from his book and smiled. The little boy ran to him. Angel put the bookmark in place and put the book down. Cordelia walked over to the kitchen counter and watched as the child looked up to his daddy.
"Daddy, why is the sky blue?" Angel chuckled. He knew the day would come when these questions would need answers. But it was too soon and he had no idea what he would say.
"Um- Cordy?" Angel asked. Cordelia leaned over the counter. She looked at Connor.
"I don't think anybody is really sure." Connor turned to his aunt Cordelia and smiled. He turned back to his father.
"Why do people get sick?" Angel smiled nervously. He looked down at his book, Parenting, Cordy had bought for him. The book had not prepared him for this though. Cordy looked at Angel. She was about to save him again.
"That's just the way it is. That's the way it's always been. There is no real answer." She answered. Connor turned back to her and flashed the cutest smile possible. He turned to his father once again.
"Daddy, why is there always pigs blood in the fridge?"
"Ah! This one I can answer." Connor's eyes lit up. Angel pulled him onto his lap. His own father had never done anything to show him love. Not that he had deserved it. But going on about him would lead to therapy. Was there even therapy for vampires? "When your older. Right now, why don't you get something to eat while I get something from upstairs. Then you can tell me how school was."
The child nodded and leapt off his lap. Angel stood up and gave the kid a quick rub on the head. Connor ran toward Cordy as Angel walked up the stairs of the massive hotel steps. Cordy pulled out a bag of chips and handed it to the small boy. He took the bag and opened it. He looked into it and then looked up at Cordelia. "Why do you know more then Daddy?"
Cordelia couldn't help but laugh. "I really wish I did." The former cheerleader bent down and smiled at him. "The truth is your father isn't good at talking. He's more of an action man. Women are just better at it then men."
"Where is my mommy?" Cordy's smiled faded. That was one question she would never be able to answer. Nobody would. Not even Angel.
"She passed away." Connor looked down at his shoes. Cordelia realized that he understood things other little kids might not. He asked questions five-year-old boys do not ask.
"Can you tell me what she was like?"
" I'm not going to lie to you Connor." The child looked up at her with excitement. He wanted to learn about his mother. Other kids had mothers and he had his daddy and his friends. But Cordy could not bring herself to talk about Darla. All she had for her was hate. She rubbed he neck where she had gotten bitten those five years ago. But there was one thing she felt, other then hate, for her. Darla had given Connor life even if it meant she could not live her own. That was a lot for a thing without a soul. "She was a wonderful per-. Um, your mom, she cared about you."
Connor smiled and popped a few of the chips in his mouth. He gave her a hug. Angel ran down the stairs. He walked to Cordy, and watched them hug. When Connor let go, Angel picked him up.
"Ready to go outside?"
Connor looked out the window. He frowned. "But it's dark. Mrs. Sandy read a story about monsters that come out at night. I don't like monsters."
"If we see any monsters I'll protect you. Don't worry."
"Daddy?"
"Yes Connor?"
"Why don't you ever go out in the day?" Angel sighed. He had hopped the question part of a child's life would have come later. Like when he was 18 or 19. With any luck he would fall asleep and forget any questions he needed answering.
5
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3
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Show Time
Questions Needing Answering
Tiny footsteps could be heard as Connor, at age five, ran in followed by Cordelia. Angel looked up from his book and smiled. The little boy ran to him. Angel put the bookmark in place and put the book down. Cordelia walked over to the kitchen counter and watched as the child looked up to his daddy.
"Daddy, why is the sky blue?" Angel chuckled. He knew the day would come when these questions would need answers. But it was too soon and he had no idea what he would say.
"Um- Cordy?" Angel asked. Cordelia leaned over the counter. She looked at Connor.
"I don't think anybody is really sure." Connor turned to his aunt Cordelia and smiled. He turned back to his father.
"Why do people get sick?" Angel smiled nervously. He looked down at his book, Parenting, Cordy had bought for him. The book had not prepared him for this though. Cordy looked at Angel. She was about to save him again.
"That's just the way it is. That's the way it's always been. There is no real answer." She answered. Connor turned back to her and flashed the cutest smile possible. He turned to his father once again.
"Daddy, why is there always pigs blood in the fridge?"
"Ah! This one I can answer." Connor's eyes lit up. Angel pulled him onto his lap. His own father had never done anything to show him love. Not that he had deserved it. But going on about him would lead to therapy. Was there even therapy for vampires? "When your older. Right now, why don't you get something to eat while I get something from upstairs. Then you can tell me how school was."
The child nodded and leapt off his lap. Angel stood up and gave the kid a quick rub on the head. Connor ran toward Cordy as Angel walked up the stairs of the massive hotel steps. Cordy pulled out a bag of chips and handed it to the small boy. He took the bag and opened it. He looked into it and then looked up at Cordelia. "Why do you know more then Daddy?"
Cordelia couldn't help but laugh. "I really wish I did." The former cheerleader bent down and smiled at him. "The truth is your father isn't good at talking. He's more of an action man. Women are just better at it then men."
"Where is my mommy?" Cordy's smiled faded. That was one question she would never be able to answer. Nobody would. Not even Angel.
"She passed away." Connor looked down at his shoes. Cordelia realized that he understood things other little kids might not. He asked questions five-year-old boys do not ask.
"Can you tell me what she was like?"
" I'm not going to lie to you Connor." The child looked up at her with excitement. He wanted to learn about his mother. Other kids had mothers and he had his daddy and his friends. But Cordy could not bring herself to talk about Darla. All she had for her was hate. She rubbed he neck where she had gotten bitten those five years ago. But there was one thing she felt, other then hate, for her. Darla had given Connor life even if it meant she could not live her own. That was a lot for a thing without a soul. "She was a wonderful per-. Um, your mom, she cared about you."
Connor smiled and popped a few of the chips in his mouth. He gave her a hug. Angel ran down the stairs. He walked to Cordy, and watched them hug. When Connor let go, Angel picked him up.
"Ready to go outside?"
Connor looked out the window. He frowned. "But it's dark. Mrs. Sandy read a story about monsters that come out at night. I don't like monsters."
"If we see any monsters I'll protect you. Don't worry."
"Daddy?"
"Yes Connor?"
"Why don't you ever go out in the day?" Angel sighed. He had hopped the question part of a child's life would have come later. Like when he was 18 or 19. With any luck he would fall asleep and forget any questions he needed answering.
