The night after the funeral Angel stood in front of his sister's grave. A tear rolled down his cheek, he was truly sorry for what he had done to her. Not only had he killed her, he had made her wander through out the centuries in order to balance the scale of life. Connor walked up and stood next to his father, saying nothing about the tears. In fact, he had done some crying himself, but he wouldn't let anyone know it.
"She was kind to me," Connor said after a moment, thinking of his first real friend.
"She was a kind person," Angel admitted, "But a naïve one. At least she was when we were young, and I preyed upon it. I guess she learned after that," Angel told his son about one of his first kills. Of which, none of them he was proud.
"Do you remember Kevin's last name by any chance?" Connor asked out of the blue as the walked out of the cemetery.
Angel thought for a moment, "I think it was Summers. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was, why?"
"I think Dawn figured out Kassandra's mission. Or at least the reason she was so hell bent on getting the two of us together," Connor smiled as they walked up the stairs leading to the apartment that Connor now solely lived in.
"You love her, don't you?" Angel asked when they stepped into the apartment. Everything was packed up, and what could be given away, was. The apartment looked bare, and impersonal.
"Yeah I do. I'm going to be a father," Connor told his own. They had come to an understanding and now they had grown to be comfortable in each other's presence. Funny how a death of someone close to each of their hearts had done this.
"I know son, I know," Angel laid a hand on his son's shoulder. Connor looked up at him quizzically. "Call it a parent's intuition. Unfortunately mine kicked in just a bit too late."
Connor looked at his father, "Will you tell me about yours? Your father I mean, and your family?"
Angel nodded. "I was born in Ireland, the first born to James and Mary O'Connor…"
Yeah, that's it. The story is finite. Gone and done. Be proud and happy that it got done.
I'd like to thank Kayla cause she would always have a positive thing to say about my writing and never hesitated to read it. And she even put up with me while I typed this out to wait for me to write the stuff we're working on. Thanks so much K. I love you for that, and now that I'm done with this, I can start on a new Buffy fic that will just piss you off to no end cause I'll forget to write everything else.
Mel: She read even though she didn't know all the characters, and she was brutally honest, (can't you even, I dunno…lie?). I'm going to get you into Angel I promise, I already got Nathan, and he hated Buffy! (scandal I know). But thanks for reading, and being so proud that I finished something!
Mrs. Loch, and all my other teaches, but mostly Mrs. Loch: Thanks for having a boring class! It gave me time to write, too bad that I'm failing math because of it, oh well. Who needs geometry if one's to become a writer. I know what square is, I learned that in Kidnegarden, I'm fine. I'll survive. But thanks anyway for not noticing!
And to that pushy reviewer that demanded a Buffy/Xander romance: Guess what, it ain't going to happen. I don't write that, I happen to like Xander with Anya, and Buffy annoys me sometimes, so that's just too bad for you. Besides, this was a Connor/Dawn. There was not one hint of Xander/Buffy.
And lastly, to you guys, you read my fic! I'm so proud, now if you would only review. Please do, please?
~Elisabeth