"You're sure this is his flight." Connor asked.
"For the thousandth time yes." Tom assured him. "God, you act like I've never done research. I look up stuff all the time."
"Is that after Lorne tells you he doesn't know anything and he won't no matter how many times you sing?"
"Funny, just because Lorne appreciates my singing and usually has a handle on things without living in the Magic Box doesn't make my contributions any less valid. Besides, I just called the airport and they gave me his flight number. I used my British voice 'Yes I was wondering which flight Wesley Wyndam-Price will be on from England tomorrow. He told it to me over the phone and he'll kill me if I'm not there. Flight 18 Thank you so much.' Like shooting fish in a barrel. But if you shot fish in a barrel wouldn't the barrel like get a lot of holes and start leaking water everywhere."
"Well I don't see him."
"This is so not my fault the lady told me Flight 18 from England."
"Come on we need to find dad before sundown. Let's start with the caves near the beach. I just hope we get there in time."
"Don't worry we will."
^^^^^^^^^
"Well, well. Funny how I remember trying to save you from this Angel." Wes said coming into the cave. "Now here you are. Hiding from your family, because you didn't believe me about the prophecy."
"You were going to take him away." Angel looked up from where he was sitting on the ground.
"I was trying to save him. Now it's too late. I guess I'll just have to try a different tactic." Wes said coming up behind Angel ready to strangle him.
"How about being face down in the ground." Tomorrow said coming into the cave in fighting stance. "Hi Uncle Angel."
"And you are?" Wes asked.
"Wow. Do you even have a television in England? I'm Tomorrow Summers, Pop Icon. I'm also Buffy and Spike's daughter."
"Ah the silly girl who turned Connor instead of letting the prophecy end with Angel's eternal remorse." Wes sneered.
"My dad maybe responsible for many deaths, including mine, but at least he isn't trying to break up the family." Connor said knocking Wes out.
"Connor," Angel said from the huddled place on the ground. "You shouldn't be here. Go. Leave. I've caused you enough pain."
"Of course you did, you're a dad. Dads are supposed to be giant pains in the neck. You just took the expression literally." Connor said coming down to his father's level and squeezing his hand.
"Oh Uncle Angel, I'm so sorry for the way I yelled at you. I was just freaked and then I was trying to train Connor and Homecoming. Can you forgive me?" She came down and hugged both men. "I really love you guys."
"Come On" Connor said, "We'd better get dad home before that maniac wakes up."
As they leave, Tomorrow looks over at Wes and kicks him, "Loser."
"For the thousandth time yes." Tom assured him. "God, you act like I've never done research. I look up stuff all the time."
"Is that after Lorne tells you he doesn't know anything and he won't no matter how many times you sing?"
"Funny, just because Lorne appreciates my singing and usually has a handle on things without living in the Magic Box doesn't make my contributions any less valid. Besides, I just called the airport and they gave me his flight number. I used my British voice 'Yes I was wondering which flight Wesley Wyndam-Price will be on from England tomorrow. He told it to me over the phone and he'll kill me if I'm not there. Flight 18 Thank you so much.' Like shooting fish in a barrel. But if you shot fish in a barrel wouldn't the barrel like get a lot of holes and start leaking water everywhere."
"Well I don't see him."
"This is so not my fault the lady told me Flight 18 from England."
"Come on we need to find dad before sundown. Let's start with the caves near the beach. I just hope we get there in time."
"Don't worry we will."
^^^^^^^^^
"Well, well. Funny how I remember trying to save you from this Angel." Wes said coming into the cave. "Now here you are. Hiding from your family, because you didn't believe me about the prophecy."
"You were going to take him away." Angel looked up from where he was sitting on the ground.
"I was trying to save him. Now it's too late. I guess I'll just have to try a different tactic." Wes said coming up behind Angel ready to strangle him.
"How about being face down in the ground." Tomorrow said coming into the cave in fighting stance. "Hi Uncle Angel."
"And you are?" Wes asked.
"Wow. Do you even have a television in England? I'm Tomorrow Summers, Pop Icon. I'm also Buffy and Spike's daughter."
"Ah the silly girl who turned Connor instead of letting the prophecy end with Angel's eternal remorse." Wes sneered.
"My dad maybe responsible for many deaths, including mine, but at least he isn't trying to break up the family." Connor said knocking Wes out.
"Connor," Angel said from the huddled place on the ground. "You shouldn't be here. Go. Leave. I've caused you enough pain."
"Of course you did, you're a dad. Dads are supposed to be giant pains in the neck. You just took the expression literally." Connor said coming down to his father's level and squeezing his hand.
"Oh Uncle Angel, I'm so sorry for the way I yelled at you. I was just freaked and then I was trying to train Connor and Homecoming. Can you forgive me?" She came down and hugged both men. "I really love you guys."
"Come On" Connor said, "We'd better get dad home before that maniac wakes up."
As they leave, Tomorrow looks over at Wes and kicks him, "Loser."