Questions Needing Answering
A/N: Okay, I need you guys to tell me when too much is too much. This is like what… the 8 chapter? So now Connor is 19, but do you want me to stop here or do want me to use this idea I have for Connor's 21st birthday or what? Like I said before, tell me. Please? I was watching Angel the other night and I was so sad when I realized that this would really never happen, not that I thought it would in the first place, and it was kind of sad that they would really never have that fatherly love again. Awwwwwwwwww!
"Grade point average?"
"4.0"
"4.0? OMG I had the same grade in high school."
"That's nice, Cordy. I hope that they'll except me. I mean I always wanted to go to collage but after high school with the whole Sandy thing, I got lost with the school stuff. Also seeing as I have to save the world and all. This is messed up."
"Nothing is *air quote* messed up *end air quote* Just weird. There are a lot of people who had to save the world and go to school. None that lived to long but… I'm sure that won't happen to you. Yeah, it won't happen to you."
"Thanks for the boost of confidence, Aunt Cordy." Connor laughed. "Okay, okay. Let's get back to the application. After we finish, then we can talk about my inevitable death."
"Deal."
Angel took a walk. It's not everyday that your son tells you that he wants to go to collage. He should have been proud, but instead he was afraid. Would his son go away and never come back? Would he get a degree and then decide to get a great job elsewhere? Or worse, would he get killed while away?
It was a scary thought. Connor dead. No, thoughts like that can lead to giving up all together and that as we all know is a bad thing.
Angel continued to walk and he thought. Then he remembered. Hadn't he promised a certain special lawyer that he'd make sure that Connor would have an expensed paid life?
He headed for Wolfram and Hart.
***
"Finished!"
"Great. No more questions? Ah, this feels a bit like heaven."
"I have a friend who knows how that feels a lot more then you but I guess that's a story for another time. All we have to do is mail the order form and wait for the 'welcome to our school' s to roll in."
A week later
Angel walked into the hotel and grabbed the mail. He looked through it as he sat on the couch. "UCLA good. USC so so. Notre Dame, there ya go. UCSunnydale, I don't even know why the bothered to go for that one." Angel tossed it to the side. "Now just to open them up and get Connor a sailing into the finest schools ever."
"Dad! What do you think your doing? 'Cause the last I checked I was Connor Angel and you were Angelus Scourge of Europe."
"Sorry. I'm tempted."
"That's nice Dad. Put the letter down and nicely leave the room."
"Leave?"
"I would like to read them alone. I've seen that I can take rejection better when by myself."
"Suit yourself." Angel said as he left the room. Connor took the letters and opened each one. He looked at the one he wanted the most. Notre Dame.
"Yes!" Connor yelled. He carefully read the rest of the letter. "No. Not good." He sat down. Cordy walked down the stairs.
"Not good? I thought for sure you'd get in. Your acceptance essay was great. Plus you have the extra brains that came with the two vampire parents."
"I got accepted. Only I didn't realize that it was so expensive. I mean I knew it would cost. A LOT but I never thought… I counted the money that we had left. It's really not enough. I guess I can always go to UCSunnydale. Not the best school but it'll get me an education."
"I won't let you stoop so low. We will get you enough money if we have to sweat blood. Promise."
"You won't have to. I got Wolfram and Hart to give you a scholarship. 100%."
"That's great."
Connor looked to his shoes. "Yeah… great."
Months later
Fred hugged Connor for the last time giving him room to breathe. Cordy gave him one last hug, as well. "We'll miss you."
"Call us everyday."
"Write us every weekend."
"Yes. Yes. I never thought I'd be missed so much."
Angel walked down the stairs and looked at his son. The two girls walked away leaving the two alone. "Hey Dad."
"Hey son."
"I'm going to miss you, ya know?"
"Yeah I know."
"It's going to be weird not being here everyday. Not training or hearing you tell me to kill you."
Angel chuckled. "Yeah it will. I'll miss you complaining about everything. Connor… you will call right?"
"Of coarse Dad. Everyday, promise. And I'll write. We've had this conversation."
"And you'll come back?"
"Of coarse I will Dad. I'll come back and help you save this puny world and then we can get some pizza."
"You don't have to if you don't want to. You can go live your life and never come back to LA or California at all. You don't have to come back and fight. You can go meet a nice person and get married and never even have a second thought about the world on you shoulders. I just want to have this great life. I mean doesn't every father want the best for his son?"
"Yes, fathers do want that. But I don't want that. What you said that time before, about the glory, I get that now. I get to do what every person in the world has the chance to and more. I get to go to collage and save the world. And I will. Don't worry, Dad."
Connor smiled, and not waiting for Angel to say anything, hugged him and left for the bus station. He would really miss his father. He would miss him but he would also be doing what his father had always wanted for him. A normal life. And even more.
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A/N: Who else thought that sucked? Me!
A/N: Okay, I need you guys to tell me when too much is too much. This is like what… the 8 chapter? So now Connor is 19, but do you want me to stop here or do want me to use this idea I have for Connor's 21st birthday or what? Like I said before, tell me. Please? I was watching Angel the other night and I was so sad when I realized that this would really never happen, not that I thought it would in the first place, and it was kind of sad that they would really never have that fatherly love again. Awwwwwwwwww!
"Grade point average?"
"4.0"
"4.0? OMG I had the same grade in high school."
"That's nice, Cordy. I hope that they'll except me. I mean I always wanted to go to collage but after high school with the whole Sandy thing, I got lost with the school stuff. Also seeing as I have to save the world and all. This is messed up."
"Nothing is *air quote* messed up *end air quote* Just weird. There are a lot of people who had to save the world and go to school. None that lived to long but… I'm sure that won't happen to you. Yeah, it won't happen to you."
"Thanks for the boost of confidence, Aunt Cordy." Connor laughed. "Okay, okay. Let's get back to the application. After we finish, then we can talk about my inevitable death."
"Deal."
Angel took a walk. It's not everyday that your son tells you that he wants to go to collage. He should have been proud, but instead he was afraid. Would his son go away and never come back? Would he get a degree and then decide to get a great job elsewhere? Or worse, would he get killed while away?
It was a scary thought. Connor dead. No, thoughts like that can lead to giving up all together and that as we all know is a bad thing.
Angel continued to walk and he thought. Then he remembered. Hadn't he promised a certain special lawyer that he'd make sure that Connor would have an expensed paid life?
He headed for Wolfram and Hart.
***
"Finished!"
"Great. No more questions? Ah, this feels a bit like heaven."
"I have a friend who knows how that feels a lot more then you but I guess that's a story for another time. All we have to do is mail the order form and wait for the 'welcome to our school' s to roll in."
A week later
Angel walked into the hotel and grabbed the mail. He looked through it as he sat on the couch. "UCLA good. USC so so. Notre Dame, there ya go. UCSunnydale, I don't even know why the bothered to go for that one." Angel tossed it to the side. "Now just to open them up and get Connor a sailing into the finest schools ever."
"Dad! What do you think your doing? 'Cause the last I checked I was Connor Angel and you were Angelus Scourge of Europe."
"Sorry. I'm tempted."
"That's nice Dad. Put the letter down and nicely leave the room."
"Leave?"
"I would like to read them alone. I've seen that I can take rejection better when by myself."
"Suit yourself." Angel said as he left the room. Connor took the letters and opened each one. He looked at the one he wanted the most. Notre Dame.
"Yes!" Connor yelled. He carefully read the rest of the letter. "No. Not good." He sat down. Cordy walked down the stairs.
"Not good? I thought for sure you'd get in. Your acceptance essay was great. Plus you have the extra brains that came with the two vampire parents."
"I got accepted. Only I didn't realize that it was so expensive. I mean I knew it would cost. A LOT but I never thought… I counted the money that we had left. It's really not enough. I guess I can always go to UCSunnydale. Not the best school but it'll get me an education."
"I won't let you stoop so low. We will get you enough money if we have to sweat blood. Promise."
"You won't have to. I got Wolfram and Hart to give you a scholarship. 100%."
"That's great."
Connor looked to his shoes. "Yeah… great."
Months later
Fred hugged Connor for the last time giving him room to breathe. Cordy gave him one last hug, as well. "We'll miss you."
"Call us everyday."
"Write us every weekend."
"Yes. Yes. I never thought I'd be missed so much."
Angel walked down the stairs and looked at his son. The two girls walked away leaving the two alone. "Hey Dad."
"Hey son."
"I'm going to miss you, ya know?"
"Yeah I know."
"It's going to be weird not being here everyday. Not training or hearing you tell me to kill you."
Angel chuckled. "Yeah it will. I'll miss you complaining about everything. Connor… you will call right?"
"Of coarse Dad. Everyday, promise. And I'll write. We've had this conversation."
"And you'll come back?"
"Of coarse I will Dad. I'll come back and help you save this puny world and then we can get some pizza."
"You don't have to if you don't want to. You can go live your life and never come back to LA or California at all. You don't have to come back and fight. You can go meet a nice person and get married and never even have a second thought about the world on you shoulders. I just want to have this great life. I mean doesn't every father want the best for his son?"
"Yes, fathers do want that. But I don't want that. What you said that time before, about the glory, I get that now. I get to do what every person in the world has the chance to and more. I get to go to collage and save the world. And I will. Don't worry, Dad."
Connor smiled, and not waiting for Angel to say anything, hugged him and left for the bus station. He would really miss his father. He would miss him but he would also be doing what his father had always wanted for him. A normal life. And even more.
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A/N: Who else thought that sucked? Me!
