FRIENDS
TALK
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters (it'd be cool if I did, though). They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing and Angel use to be a big bad boy. Give me a break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues. And NEVER do drugs or liquor! I don't care how old you are. Stay away from them. They'll kill you! Not that I'm on the subject of bad things child abuse is also awful. Don't hurt your children, either. No matter how upset you get. That is all.
A/N: This is only my personal opinion but I think that Connor and Cordy being involved is just SICK! What were the writers thinking? What are they gonna call it? "How Cordy got her groove back."
Summary: While Angel and friends go to "talk" to Leslie's father Connor and Leslie have a talk of their own.
CHAPTER 19
Leslie was balled up on the hotel couch. Connor was sitting across from her. They hadn't said anything since Angel, Cordelia, Fred, Gunn, and Lorne had left a couple of minutes before.
"Do you want something to eat?" asked Connor. She shook her head without speaking. "Do you want to play a board game or something?" Once again she shook her head. "Do you want to talk?" This time Leslie nodded and sat up. Connor joined her on the couch.
"I wish I could tell I know exactly how you feel," he said.
"How can you? Your life might not be sugary sweet but at least you and your father don't go around fighting each other," said Leslie.
"This week," Connor muttered silently.
"It's like I don't even know my father anymore," said Leslie, standing up. "Ever since my mom died he's been so totally out there. It's like he's full of hatred for me. Sometimes I think he blames me for her dying. It wasn't anyone's fault. She died because of a drunk driver on the road."
"Really?" " Yes. Your mom died because of problems during birth, right?"
"Pretty much, I guess," replied Connor. "But no one seems to blame me for it."
"Exactly. I mean, we're kids. We don't ask to be born or for something to happen to our parents. We're just, you know."
"Kids," Connor finished.
"Yes. Life is so complicated."
"You want to talk about complicated. Just listen to me," said Connor. Leslie turned around and faced him. "A while ago I sent my father to sea for three months. When he came back he tossed me out. Then I had to come begging to get back here."
"Whoa. Back up. You sent you father to sea? How? Why?"
"I sent him in a screen in box. I was pretty upset. The reason I did is even more complicated."
"Try me," said Leslie, sitting down next to him.
"All right. I will. When I was a baby somebody kidnapped me. I'd been living with a guy named Holtz. I was just under the impression that he and he alone was my father. When he died I assumed that my real father did it. So just because I jumped to conclusions I sent good old Dad to sea."
"Wow. Compared to you I'm a saint. And yet your not getting knocked around in the head. But I'm still the saint. I'm feeling much better."
"Good," said Connor, taking her hand. They slowly met each other's eyes. Soon they were in another kiss but broke apart in like seven seconds.
"Uh, let's not. I don't need you in trouble again," said Leslie.
"He just said not to go upstairs."
"Good point," said Leslie. They began to kiss again.
TALK
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters (it'd be cool if I did, though). They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing and Angel use to be a big bad boy. Give me a break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues. And NEVER do drugs or liquor! I don't care how old you are. Stay away from them. They'll kill you! Not that I'm on the subject of bad things child abuse is also awful. Don't hurt your children, either. No matter how upset you get. That is all.
A/N: This is only my personal opinion but I think that Connor and Cordy being involved is just SICK! What were the writers thinking? What are they gonna call it? "How Cordy got her groove back."
Summary: While Angel and friends go to "talk" to Leslie's father Connor and Leslie have a talk of their own.
CHAPTER 19
Leslie was balled up on the hotel couch. Connor was sitting across from her. They hadn't said anything since Angel, Cordelia, Fred, Gunn, and Lorne had left a couple of minutes before.
"Do you want something to eat?" asked Connor. She shook her head without speaking. "Do you want to play a board game or something?" Once again she shook her head. "Do you want to talk?" This time Leslie nodded and sat up. Connor joined her on the couch.
"I wish I could tell I know exactly how you feel," he said.
"How can you? Your life might not be sugary sweet but at least you and your father don't go around fighting each other," said Leslie.
"This week," Connor muttered silently.
"It's like I don't even know my father anymore," said Leslie, standing up. "Ever since my mom died he's been so totally out there. It's like he's full of hatred for me. Sometimes I think he blames me for her dying. It wasn't anyone's fault. She died because of a drunk driver on the road."
"Really?" " Yes. Your mom died because of problems during birth, right?"
"Pretty much, I guess," replied Connor. "But no one seems to blame me for it."
"Exactly. I mean, we're kids. We don't ask to be born or for something to happen to our parents. We're just, you know."
"Kids," Connor finished.
"Yes. Life is so complicated."
"You want to talk about complicated. Just listen to me," said Connor. Leslie turned around and faced him. "A while ago I sent my father to sea for three months. When he came back he tossed me out. Then I had to come begging to get back here."
"Whoa. Back up. You sent you father to sea? How? Why?"
"I sent him in a screen in box. I was pretty upset. The reason I did is even more complicated."
"Try me," said Leslie, sitting down next to him.
"All right. I will. When I was a baby somebody kidnapped me. I'd been living with a guy named Holtz. I was just under the impression that he and he alone was my father. When he died I assumed that my real father did it. So just because I jumped to conclusions I sent good old Dad to sea."
"Wow. Compared to you I'm a saint. And yet your not getting knocked around in the head. But I'm still the saint. I'm feeling much better."
"Good," said Connor, taking her hand. They slowly met each other's eyes. Soon they were in another kiss but broke apart in like seven seconds.
"Uh, let's not. I don't need you in trouble again," said Leslie.
"He just said not to go upstairs."
"Good point," said Leslie. They began to kiss again.