Oh my God. I am so sorry about the wait. I have just been doing shows
left and right, and... Well, here is the next chapter. :)
It's a bit sad so, yeah.
Chapter 13
" So. Angel."
Angel stared at the table in front of him, drumming his fingers against it. He tentatively looked around him at the Starbucks - the same one he had taken Buffy to - towards anyone, anywhere but the direction of that hard, uncaring voice --
" What's new?"
Angel looked up sharply. " What?"
Phillippe O' Connor adjusted his sunglasses atop his head. Cooly, he repeated his words.
" What is new. What is going on in your life."
" Why so interested now? You never cared before," Angel spat. He didn't know why he had even agreed to meet his father for coffee. It suddenly seemed like a really stupid idea.
Phillippe sighed. " Look. I know I haven't always been there for you. But we are family, after all, and - "
Angels' chair clattered to the floor as he stood up angrily, drawing a few patrons' attention. He didn't care.
" And what? You need me, the son you haven't bothered to contact for ten years, to do your treason business in south Asia? How did that logic ever appear in that insane head of yours? You want me to leave school, leave the life I've worked so hard to build? And we're supposed to be family?" Angel raged.
He leaned close to his father and spoke in a low dangerous voice. " You are not my family. My uncle and aunt, my cousins, my friends, my girlfriend - "
Phillippe flashed a smile. " You have a girlfriend?"
"Buffy. And shut up! Don't change the subject. The point is, I have a family, and it doesn't involve you. In fact, please feel free not to consider yourself my father."
He turned on his heel and walked out. Phillippe was close behind.
" Angel, I know this sounds idiotic, but it has to be done, or otherwise...! You know that you have to - "
Angel spun around. " Be there for the war? The cause? Well guess what. It's your war, your cause, not mine. I don't want any part of your war against America. Any. Part. That's final." He was about to go, when he turned back around. " And if I do fight in that war, I'll be on the battlefield for my country - "
Phillippe was, for perhaps once in his life, dumbfounded.
" - not the family business."
The screech of the '67 Plymouth could be heard around the block.
*****
Phillippe watched his angry son drive away. He sighed and pulled out his cell phone. He really hadn't wanted to do this.
Pressing speed-dial #1, the phone began ringing. It picked up at the second.
" Wolfram and Hart, how may I help you sir?"
Phillippe resolutely stated, " Agent McCarthy please."
" Yes sir."
" McCarthy here. O' Connor?"
" Yes."
" Password?"
Phillippe, exasperated, replied, " What is this bull?" He received no answer. Then,
" Password?"
" Ughh... Allonius Druca?"
" Okay, O' Connor. How did it go?"
" Reuniting with my son, or getting him to agree to go to south Asia to give the minister the bombing plans?"
" The latter, of course."
Phillippe leaned against his own car and breathed in deeply. " He said no."
" I see," the voice said gravely. " You know what we have to do, then."
He gulped. He pitied the poor girl, and his son... " Yes. I do."
*****
" Buffy!"
Angel stuck his head through the door, calling for his girlfriend. He wandered into the living room, where he found Buffy. She was curled up on the couch, her eyes glued to the tv set, glazed with -
Angel blinked. Were those tears?
" Buffy," he repeated softly. She gave a strangled cry of shock, and practically leaped into his arms. She began covering his face in kisses. Worried, he hugged her tightly. " What's wrong, Buffy? What is it?"
She regarded him, amazed, with those wide eyes of hers, and ran a hand unbelieveingly through his hair. " I thought... I thought I lost you..." she choked. He turned towards the television, just as he heard the reporter start a new rendition of the story -
" Today a tragedy struck the far east side of Sunnydale, California. A bomb detonated in what officials believe was the home of local football star Angel O' Connor, and his two cousins, aunt, and uncle. It destroyed everything in a two mile radius, including some of the downtown area. Most people in the area were seriously injured, and sixteen deaths have been reported with many more expected. Mr. O' Connors' cousin and his cousins' girlfriend managed to survive; however, his aunt and uncle have been proclaimed dead, and a younger cousin, Gregory, is in critical condition at Sunnydale Memorial. Where the bomb came from is obscured, and an investigation is underway. We'll keep you posted. This is Irene Ramirez, reporting for KCAL news..."
The couple just stood there and cried.
Okay, it's taking a turn for the worst! But hey, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right? I sincerely hope that no one is offended or insulted by the War against America thing. I am a proud American - as Angel is, too - and I love my country. So, to my fellow FF.net Americans, don't be too upset please; and if you happen to live in East Asia, I have nothing against you. I had to make it somewhere far away... As for the special War plans, we do have to face the fact that other attacks here are possible. I hate it, and wish it weren't true, but it is.
I hope everyone understands where I am coming from.
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It's a bit sad so, yeah.
Chapter 13
" So. Angel."
Angel stared at the table in front of him, drumming his fingers against it. He tentatively looked around him at the Starbucks - the same one he had taken Buffy to - towards anyone, anywhere but the direction of that hard, uncaring voice --
" What's new?"
Angel looked up sharply. " What?"
Phillippe O' Connor adjusted his sunglasses atop his head. Cooly, he repeated his words.
" What is new. What is going on in your life."
" Why so interested now? You never cared before," Angel spat. He didn't know why he had even agreed to meet his father for coffee. It suddenly seemed like a really stupid idea.
Phillippe sighed. " Look. I know I haven't always been there for you. But we are family, after all, and - "
Angels' chair clattered to the floor as he stood up angrily, drawing a few patrons' attention. He didn't care.
" And what? You need me, the son you haven't bothered to contact for ten years, to do your treason business in south Asia? How did that logic ever appear in that insane head of yours? You want me to leave school, leave the life I've worked so hard to build? And we're supposed to be family?" Angel raged.
He leaned close to his father and spoke in a low dangerous voice. " You are not my family. My uncle and aunt, my cousins, my friends, my girlfriend - "
Phillippe flashed a smile. " You have a girlfriend?"
"Buffy. And shut up! Don't change the subject. The point is, I have a family, and it doesn't involve you. In fact, please feel free not to consider yourself my father."
He turned on his heel and walked out. Phillippe was close behind.
" Angel, I know this sounds idiotic, but it has to be done, or otherwise...! You know that you have to - "
Angel spun around. " Be there for the war? The cause? Well guess what. It's your war, your cause, not mine. I don't want any part of your war against America. Any. Part. That's final." He was about to go, when he turned back around. " And if I do fight in that war, I'll be on the battlefield for my country - "
Phillippe was, for perhaps once in his life, dumbfounded.
" - not the family business."
The screech of the '67 Plymouth could be heard around the block.
*****
Phillippe watched his angry son drive away. He sighed and pulled out his cell phone. He really hadn't wanted to do this.
Pressing speed-dial #1, the phone began ringing. It picked up at the second.
" Wolfram and Hart, how may I help you sir?"
Phillippe resolutely stated, " Agent McCarthy please."
" Yes sir."
" McCarthy here. O' Connor?"
" Yes."
" Password?"
Phillippe, exasperated, replied, " What is this bull?" He received no answer. Then,
" Password?"
" Ughh... Allonius Druca?"
" Okay, O' Connor. How did it go?"
" Reuniting with my son, or getting him to agree to go to south Asia to give the minister the bombing plans?"
" The latter, of course."
Phillippe leaned against his own car and breathed in deeply. " He said no."
" I see," the voice said gravely. " You know what we have to do, then."
He gulped. He pitied the poor girl, and his son... " Yes. I do."
*****
" Buffy!"
Angel stuck his head through the door, calling for his girlfriend. He wandered into the living room, where he found Buffy. She was curled up on the couch, her eyes glued to the tv set, glazed with -
Angel blinked. Were those tears?
" Buffy," he repeated softly. She gave a strangled cry of shock, and practically leaped into his arms. She began covering his face in kisses. Worried, he hugged her tightly. " What's wrong, Buffy? What is it?"
She regarded him, amazed, with those wide eyes of hers, and ran a hand unbelieveingly through his hair. " I thought... I thought I lost you..." she choked. He turned towards the television, just as he heard the reporter start a new rendition of the story -
" Today a tragedy struck the far east side of Sunnydale, California. A bomb detonated in what officials believe was the home of local football star Angel O' Connor, and his two cousins, aunt, and uncle. It destroyed everything in a two mile radius, including some of the downtown area. Most people in the area were seriously injured, and sixteen deaths have been reported with many more expected. Mr. O' Connors' cousin and his cousins' girlfriend managed to survive; however, his aunt and uncle have been proclaimed dead, and a younger cousin, Gregory, is in critical condition at Sunnydale Memorial. Where the bomb came from is obscured, and an investigation is underway. We'll keep you posted. This is Irene Ramirez, reporting for KCAL news..."
The couple just stood there and cried.
Okay, it's taking a turn for the worst! But hey, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right? I sincerely hope that no one is offended or insulted by the War against America thing. I am a proud American - as Angel is, too - and I love my country. So, to my fellow FF.net Americans, don't be too upset please; and if you happen to live in East Asia, I have nothing against you. I had to make it somewhere far away... As for the special War plans, we do have to face the fact that other attacks here are possible. I hate it, and wish it weren't true, but it is.
I hope everyone understands where I am coming from.
Please tell me what you think
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