Realization
Chapter 1: The Girl with Flying Fists
AN: My first Angel fic! Connor meets a young witch named Abby that helps him realize that everything Holtz told him was a lie. Takes place right after Connor comes back out of the Hell dimension (A New World), and after that, it changes to an alternate ending. R&R!
Connor quickly stalked the streets of LA in search of some relief for his worries. He had to find an easier way to kill Angel, but he wanted this on his own. He pondered this as he continued his walk. This new world was so new, so different to him. He wasn't sure at all where he was going.
Connor suddenly heard a few cries coming from a dark alley and wondered what it was, so he started down it.
A young girl, maybe a few years younger than he was, with shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes, was attacking a rather large group of demons. They weren't nearly as fierce as the ones he had been fighting in the other dimension, but their number alone looked as if it were overwhelming for the girl. But, Connor was soon proven wrong.
The girl pulled out a crossbow and shot a few stakes at the vampires and knives at the demons. She took out about 15 of them before she ran out of ammo. Before the monsters had a chance to regroup, she dropped her weapon and attacked them with her fists. She swung them extremely fast; Connor could barely see her arms and legs move. There was only one demon left conscious.
"Are you ready to die?" he asked her. She smirked.
"Like hell you could ever beat me," she said cockily. Connor was transfixed as the girl broke out into a series of kicks and punches on the demon. He felt as if he were actually fighting too. She kicked the demon against the brick wall.
"Now apologize." The demon looked up at her and bowed his head. He started to say he was sorry when he grabbed the girl off guard and shoved her against the wall. She let out a cry of pain.
"Your arrogance will be the end of you!" the creature cried. Connor decided this would be a nice time to interfere with their encounter.
"Let her go," he said simply. The demon dropped her to a sitting position and looked to Connor. Connor whipped his leg around and kicked the demon in the mouth. He whimpered as Connor unleashed a series of attacks and eventually fell to the ground.
Connor slowly walked over to the girl, who was now running her neck where the demon had touched her, and reached out a hand to help her up.
"You're pretty good. Where'd you learn to fight like that?" she asked cautiously. Connor made no attempt to answer her clearly.
"Around." She gave him a weird look but said no more.
"Thank you for helping me. If you want, you can come with me to my place, and I can find something to give you. Like some new clothes." She grinned. Connor had almost forgotten what he was wearing, and it was in no way like what she had on.
She was wearing black jeans and a white tank top. Over the tank top was an unbuttoned white blouse. She looked much older than Connor thought she actually was. Either way, he had nowhere else to go, so he decided to follow her.
As the girl led him up a few steps and into an apartment complex, Connor looked around. Everything in this neighborhood was quiet and peaceful. The girl's apartment could have been mistaken for a brand new one. Still, Connor was a bit surprised, and wouldn't let his guard down.
"Come with me. I'll go find you something to wear," she said, walking into a bedroom. "My brother used to stay here. But, he left." There was silence as she handed him a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt. He took them and followed her back into the living room.
As if on cue, the phone rang and the girl went over to answer it. Connor took this time to take off his shirt and put on the new one.
"Hello?" Pause. "Oh hi! What is it?" Pause. "Oh, I'll be over later. I met this guy…" she looked over at Connor as she said that, and blushed at his bare chest. He was trying to get the shirt on but was failing miserably and she stifled a laugh.
"He reminds me of Angel, I'm not sure why…" Connor looked up at the name. He dropped the shirt and listened to the rest of her conversation.
"Okay, sure Cordy. I will. Okay, bye." The girl put the phone down and looked up.
"Sorry about that." Connor stared at her.
"Have you ever worn a shirt before?" she giggled and stood up to help him. When she finally got it over his head, she pulled it all the way down for him and smiled. Connor had a very strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, but her ignored it. And had she been talking about the same Angel?
"Are you hungry?" Connor nodded.
"Yes, but what is that thing?" He indicated the telephone. The girl laughed, as if she thought he were joking. She walked into a kitchen, grabbed an apple and handed it to him.
Connor smelled it and gave her a strange look.
"What is this?" She laughed again.
"An apple, duh," She smiled again. He took a bite of it and smiled.
"What's your name?" She asked him casually.
"My biological name is Connor. But I prefer Steven." The girl looked at him strange. She knew that name. But it couldn't be… Could it? "And you?"
"Abigail Palson. I go by Abby. Out of curiosity, who is you father?" She asked, and Connor stopped eating.
"Does it really matter?" She shook her head and sat down on the couch behind them. Connor did as well.
"I bet you're wondering why I live here by myself. My dad left me and my brother alone after our mother died. So then my bro went off to college and I'm alone." Connor finished the apple and replied.
"I guess we both have out share of parent problems." Abby gave him a funny look but smiled. She leaned over, kissed the corner of Connor's mouth and then pulled away. He stared at her for a while, then he put his hands behind a lock of her hair and pulled her closer to him in a passionate kiss. His tongue found its way into her mouth and they stayed that way for a while. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, breaking their embrace.
Abby pulled away without saying anything. She smiled briefly before getting up.
"Hang on." She jogged toward the door and opened it. Connor laid on his back and waited for Abby to return.
"Hey Abbz!" A familiar voice rang out. Connor's ears perked up when her heard the voice. "Cordy told me to come over and spy to make sure you were practicing your spells, but I decided not to do that and just stop by and say hi-" Angel cut himself off when he saw his son sitting on the couch.
"Don't ask. Long story, he saved my life earlier and-" Abby started before Angel could ask. He cut her off anyway though.
"Abby, that's my son. He came back," Angel said. After hearing those words, Connor jumped up and was ready for action.
"Now I have my chance to kill you, Angeles," he said before he swung a punch at him.
TBC…
AN: Cliffhanger! I'll add more depending on how you review! By the way, this will change a LOT more once I get the next chapter up. Please review nicely, remember, this is my first Angel fic! R&R!
Chapter 1: The Girl with Flying Fists
AN: My first Angel fic! Connor meets a young witch named Abby that helps him realize that everything Holtz told him was a lie. Takes place right after Connor comes back out of the Hell dimension (A New World), and after that, it changes to an alternate ending. R&R!
Connor quickly stalked the streets of LA in search of some relief for his worries. He had to find an easier way to kill Angel, but he wanted this on his own. He pondered this as he continued his walk. This new world was so new, so different to him. He wasn't sure at all where he was going.
Connor suddenly heard a few cries coming from a dark alley and wondered what it was, so he started down it.
A young girl, maybe a few years younger than he was, with shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes, was attacking a rather large group of demons. They weren't nearly as fierce as the ones he had been fighting in the other dimension, but their number alone looked as if it were overwhelming for the girl. But, Connor was soon proven wrong.
The girl pulled out a crossbow and shot a few stakes at the vampires and knives at the demons. She took out about 15 of them before she ran out of ammo. Before the monsters had a chance to regroup, she dropped her weapon and attacked them with her fists. She swung them extremely fast; Connor could barely see her arms and legs move. There was only one demon left conscious.
"Are you ready to die?" he asked her. She smirked.
"Like hell you could ever beat me," she said cockily. Connor was transfixed as the girl broke out into a series of kicks and punches on the demon. He felt as if he were actually fighting too. She kicked the demon against the brick wall.
"Now apologize." The demon looked up at her and bowed his head. He started to say he was sorry when he grabbed the girl off guard and shoved her against the wall. She let out a cry of pain.
"Your arrogance will be the end of you!" the creature cried. Connor decided this would be a nice time to interfere with their encounter.
"Let her go," he said simply. The demon dropped her to a sitting position and looked to Connor. Connor whipped his leg around and kicked the demon in the mouth. He whimpered as Connor unleashed a series of attacks and eventually fell to the ground.
Connor slowly walked over to the girl, who was now running her neck where the demon had touched her, and reached out a hand to help her up.
"You're pretty good. Where'd you learn to fight like that?" she asked cautiously. Connor made no attempt to answer her clearly.
"Around." She gave him a weird look but said no more.
"Thank you for helping me. If you want, you can come with me to my place, and I can find something to give you. Like some new clothes." She grinned. Connor had almost forgotten what he was wearing, and it was in no way like what she had on.
She was wearing black jeans and a white tank top. Over the tank top was an unbuttoned white blouse. She looked much older than Connor thought she actually was. Either way, he had nowhere else to go, so he decided to follow her.
As the girl led him up a few steps and into an apartment complex, Connor looked around. Everything in this neighborhood was quiet and peaceful. The girl's apartment could have been mistaken for a brand new one. Still, Connor was a bit surprised, and wouldn't let his guard down.
"Come with me. I'll go find you something to wear," she said, walking into a bedroom. "My brother used to stay here. But, he left." There was silence as she handed him a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt. He took them and followed her back into the living room.
As if on cue, the phone rang and the girl went over to answer it. Connor took this time to take off his shirt and put on the new one.
"Hello?" Pause. "Oh hi! What is it?" Pause. "Oh, I'll be over later. I met this guy…" she looked over at Connor as she said that, and blushed at his bare chest. He was trying to get the shirt on but was failing miserably and she stifled a laugh.
"He reminds me of Angel, I'm not sure why…" Connor looked up at the name. He dropped the shirt and listened to the rest of her conversation.
"Okay, sure Cordy. I will. Okay, bye." The girl put the phone down and looked up.
"Sorry about that." Connor stared at her.
"Have you ever worn a shirt before?" she giggled and stood up to help him. When she finally got it over his head, she pulled it all the way down for him and smiled. Connor had a very strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, but her ignored it. And had she been talking about the same Angel?
"Are you hungry?" Connor nodded.
"Yes, but what is that thing?" He indicated the telephone. The girl laughed, as if she thought he were joking. She walked into a kitchen, grabbed an apple and handed it to him.
Connor smelled it and gave her a strange look.
"What is this?" She laughed again.
"An apple, duh," She smiled again. He took a bite of it and smiled.
"What's your name?" She asked him casually.
"My biological name is Connor. But I prefer Steven." The girl looked at him strange. She knew that name. But it couldn't be… Could it? "And you?"
"Abigail Palson. I go by Abby. Out of curiosity, who is you father?" She asked, and Connor stopped eating.
"Does it really matter?" She shook her head and sat down on the couch behind them. Connor did as well.
"I bet you're wondering why I live here by myself. My dad left me and my brother alone after our mother died. So then my bro went off to college and I'm alone." Connor finished the apple and replied.
"I guess we both have out share of parent problems." Abby gave him a funny look but smiled. She leaned over, kissed the corner of Connor's mouth and then pulled away. He stared at her for a while, then he put his hands behind a lock of her hair and pulled her closer to him in a passionate kiss. His tongue found its way into her mouth and they stayed that way for a while. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, breaking their embrace.
Abby pulled away without saying anything. She smiled briefly before getting up.
"Hang on." She jogged toward the door and opened it. Connor laid on his back and waited for Abby to return.
"Hey Abbz!" A familiar voice rang out. Connor's ears perked up when her heard the voice. "Cordy told me to come over and spy to make sure you were practicing your spells, but I decided not to do that and just stop by and say hi-" Angel cut himself off when he saw his son sitting on the couch.
"Don't ask. Long story, he saved my life earlier and-" Abby started before Angel could ask. He cut her off anyway though.
"Abby, that's my son. He came back," Angel said. After hearing those words, Connor jumped up and was ready for action.
"Now I have my chance to kill you, Angeles," he said before he swung a punch at him.
TBC…
AN: Cliffhanger! I'll add more depending on how you review! By the way, this will change a LOT more once I get the next chapter up. Please review nicely, remember, this is my first Angel fic! R&R!