Questions Needing Answering
A/N: Okay people. Just tell me, are you going to want me to do this until he's dead. `Cause I can do that. I want to know. I tried to make the last chapter stupid, but people still like it. Can you believe it? Am I that bad at being bad? I'm bad at being good and now bad. What's next? Now for my shameless plug. I have this good fanfiction that nobody will review. If you review it I'll give you a cookie. Please. Okay this is getting sad. Reviews are welcome, heck they're even loved.
Age 17 continued (did you people think I'd keep you hanging there. I'm nicer then that)
Connor had slept at Caritas. Sandy left and he stayed. He had to. Wolfram and Hart wanted him dead. And if they wanted something they usually got it. Unless it came to his dad. They couldn't get anything if he was standing in the way. He made sure of that.
Connor was still sleeping at noon. The upside of this was he didn't have to go to school, which was always a good thing. Lorne let him use his bed. If was nice, but gross. Demon bed, not good.
Angel paced through the hotel. His son was at Caritas. Fred and Cordy should have been there as well but that didn't stop Angel from worrying. Connor wasn't the most reliable person on the face of this Earth. Maybe in another dimension where everybody said stuff and didn't do it but..... ..... ... no he would still not be reliable.
His son didn't want to save the world. He was afraid of death. Maybe that was the reason he didn't like his father as much anymore. Angel was dead. He couldn't stop that unless he achieved Shanshu. But that was moving farther and farther away from the possible. It didn't matter anymore. What he wanted in a human life he either had, could no longer get, or her no longer wanted it. Buffy had moved on. His true love wanted people who were people. So long ago she had found out about Angel and Darla and she threw a fit. Then Angel found out about her and Spike, then got equally upset. They didn't talk much anymore unless Cordy had a vision, which involved her. But that didn't happen often.
The phone rang. Angel dashed toward Wesley's office. Wesley got the phone before he could get to it. Angel stood by the door. Gunn was asleep on the couch. He had a rough night. Fighting demons had become their extra circular activity lately for the last 20 years. It was hard to believe it was that long. They had all stayed together that long.
To Angel it was nothing but these were humans willing to stay through the bad and the good. And there had been a lot of bad. Wesley stood up.
"Angel, it was Fred. Connors fine. Cordys fine. She's fine. Connor is still sleeping. But everything's fine"
"That's good"
Back at Caritas, Sandy walked in. Fred stood up and blocked her from going into Lorne's room. "You can't go in there. We don't like your kind here."
"My kind. You mean humans? Or the daughter of lying scum bags?"
"Um... yeah."
"I need to talk to Connor. He'll understand."
Cordy stood up. She started to defend Fred. "No, Sandy he won't. Strict orders from the boss. We don't let little girls who are over their heads in. Connor can't be involved with people who are out to kill him. He doesn't want to be like his father. No leave."
"I'm sorry, Grandma. Your gonna have to let me in."
"Grandma? Excuse me? I'm not even old enough to be your mother."
"Mr. Angel looks younger then you do. Let me in or else."
"Or else what?" A male voice said from behind the group of females.
"Connor! I need to talk to you."
"Fine. Come in here." Connor said.
"Connor, your dad said not to let her in here."
"Cordelia, you were the one who told me to follow my heart. That's what I'm doing. We're just gonna talk. Then I'll see- we're just going to talk."
"Fine" Cordy said as the two went into the other room.
Sandy sat on the bed, as did Connor. The sat in silence, once again. "Who's going to start." Connor asked. What was going to happen with them? That was all he needed to know.
"I talked to my father. The reason they promoted him was so I could find a way to kill you. But Connor, you have to understand I would never. I love you, and I can't. If somebody loves another person you can't kill them. And I love you. I love you so much." But Connor knew that wasn't true. Sure she loved him and he felt the same. But when you love someone it does not stop you from doing what needs to be done. He learned that from his father.
"Okay, Sandy. I believe you." Connor said, eyes on the floor. " What are we going to do? About your father and he's friends trying to murder me? Because I really don't want to die. No thank you."
"I think I may have a plan but you'll just have to trust me on this one." Sandy said, with a wicked smile.
About 30 minutes later, Sandy ran into her home, dragging along a tied up Connor. Her father, Lilah Morgan, Remi Ark (my made up lawyer from some other fanfictions of mine), and Holland Mannors were sitting on the couch. They turned toward the girl. " I got him for you, father. Just like you asked."
Connor looked up at his girl, betrayed. She gagged him, tied him up, and brought him to the enemy. Was this part of her plan? Or ha she really gone against him? These were some more questions needing answering.
A/N: Okay people. Just tell me, are you going to want me to do this until he's dead. `Cause I can do that. I want to know. I tried to make the last chapter stupid, but people still like it. Can you believe it? Am I that bad at being bad? I'm bad at being good and now bad. What's next? Now for my shameless plug. I have this good fanfiction that nobody will review. If you review it I'll give you a cookie. Please. Okay this is getting sad. Reviews are welcome, heck they're even loved.
Age 17 continued (did you people think I'd keep you hanging there. I'm nicer then that)
Connor had slept at Caritas. Sandy left and he stayed. He had to. Wolfram and Hart wanted him dead. And if they wanted something they usually got it. Unless it came to his dad. They couldn't get anything if he was standing in the way. He made sure of that.
Connor was still sleeping at noon. The upside of this was he didn't have to go to school, which was always a good thing. Lorne let him use his bed. If was nice, but gross. Demon bed, not good.
Angel paced through the hotel. His son was at Caritas. Fred and Cordy should have been there as well but that didn't stop Angel from worrying. Connor wasn't the most reliable person on the face of this Earth. Maybe in another dimension where everybody said stuff and didn't do it but..... ..... ... no he would still not be reliable.
His son didn't want to save the world. He was afraid of death. Maybe that was the reason he didn't like his father as much anymore. Angel was dead. He couldn't stop that unless he achieved Shanshu. But that was moving farther and farther away from the possible. It didn't matter anymore. What he wanted in a human life he either had, could no longer get, or her no longer wanted it. Buffy had moved on. His true love wanted people who were people. So long ago she had found out about Angel and Darla and she threw a fit. Then Angel found out about her and Spike, then got equally upset. They didn't talk much anymore unless Cordy had a vision, which involved her. But that didn't happen often.
The phone rang. Angel dashed toward Wesley's office. Wesley got the phone before he could get to it. Angel stood by the door. Gunn was asleep on the couch. He had a rough night. Fighting demons had become their extra circular activity lately for the last 20 years. It was hard to believe it was that long. They had all stayed together that long.
To Angel it was nothing but these were humans willing to stay through the bad and the good. And there had been a lot of bad. Wesley stood up.
"Angel, it was Fred. Connors fine. Cordys fine. She's fine. Connor is still sleeping. But everything's fine"
"That's good"
Back at Caritas, Sandy walked in. Fred stood up and blocked her from going into Lorne's room. "You can't go in there. We don't like your kind here."
"My kind. You mean humans? Or the daughter of lying scum bags?"
"Um... yeah."
"I need to talk to Connor. He'll understand."
Cordy stood up. She started to defend Fred. "No, Sandy he won't. Strict orders from the boss. We don't let little girls who are over their heads in. Connor can't be involved with people who are out to kill him. He doesn't want to be like his father. No leave."
"I'm sorry, Grandma. Your gonna have to let me in."
"Grandma? Excuse me? I'm not even old enough to be your mother."
"Mr. Angel looks younger then you do. Let me in or else."
"Or else what?" A male voice said from behind the group of females.
"Connor! I need to talk to you."
"Fine. Come in here." Connor said.
"Connor, your dad said not to let her in here."
"Cordelia, you were the one who told me to follow my heart. That's what I'm doing. We're just gonna talk. Then I'll see- we're just going to talk."
"Fine" Cordy said as the two went into the other room.
Sandy sat on the bed, as did Connor. The sat in silence, once again. "Who's going to start." Connor asked. What was going to happen with them? That was all he needed to know.
"I talked to my father. The reason they promoted him was so I could find a way to kill you. But Connor, you have to understand I would never. I love you, and I can't. If somebody loves another person you can't kill them. And I love you. I love you so much." But Connor knew that wasn't true. Sure she loved him and he felt the same. But when you love someone it does not stop you from doing what needs to be done. He learned that from his father.
"Okay, Sandy. I believe you." Connor said, eyes on the floor. " What are we going to do? About your father and he's friends trying to murder me? Because I really don't want to die. No thank you."
"I think I may have a plan but you'll just have to trust me on this one." Sandy said, with a wicked smile.
About 30 minutes later, Sandy ran into her home, dragging along a tied up Connor. Her father, Lilah Morgan, Remi Ark (my made up lawyer from some other fanfictions of mine), and Holland Mannors were sitting on the couch. They turned toward the girl. " I got him for you, father. Just like you asked."
Connor looked up at his girl, betrayed. She gagged him, tied him up, and brought him to the enemy. Was this part of her plan? Or ha she really gone against him? These were some more questions needing answering.
