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NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: The physical turns around for Connor.
CHAPTER 11
Angel knocked on Connor's door. "Who is it?" asked Connor.
"It's Dad," Angel replied.
"Come in."
Angel walked inside. Connor was tossing a hockey puck up and down on his bed. Angel sat down in a chair.
"You failed a physical?"
"Leslie. I can't believe she told."
"The school would have called anyway," said Angel. "Don't be upset."
"Okay," said Connor.
"Tell me about this physical. What happened? What did they find wrong?" Angel had worry in his voice.
"Dad, relax. It's nothing."
"Are you sure? Maybe they finally found that vamp gene."
"No, Dad. I'm fine. Don't worry. They said the test was probably faulty anyway."
"What was that test?"
"The test? Uh, they thought that there was just a small problem. I'm going in again tomorrow."
"You sure you're okay?"
"I'm okay, Dad. Really."
"All right. Keep it that way."
The next day at school Connor waited apprehensively outside the nurse's office for his new test results. He felt like a huge weight was on his shoulders. When they nurse came out Connor jumped up.
"The test you took yesterday was a defective one. Your new test is clean and so are you," she said.
"I can stay on the hockey team?" asked Connor excitedly.
"Yes, you can," said the nurse.
"Yes!" Connor. "Thank you."
A/N: I guess he dodged a bullet there. And if a certain reviewer with the initials P and B is reading this then I want to see her story by the time I get back. (I mean it.)
NEWS
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: The physical turns around for Connor.
CHAPTER 11
Angel knocked on Connor's door. "Who is it?" asked Connor.
"It's Dad," Angel replied.
"Come in."
Angel walked inside. Connor was tossing a hockey puck up and down on his bed. Angel sat down in a chair.
"You failed a physical?"
"Leslie. I can't believe she told."
"The school would have called anyway," said Angel. "Don't be upset."
"Okay," said Connor.
"Tell me about this physical. What happened? What did they find wrong?" Angel had worry in his voice.
"Dad, relax. It's nothing."
"Are you sure? Maybe they finally found that vamp gene."
"No, Dad. I'm fine. Don't worry. They said the test was probably faulty anyway."
"What was that test?"
"The test? Uh, they thought that there was just a small problem. I'm going in again tomorrow."
"You sure you're okay?"
"I'm okay, Dad. Really."
"All right. Keep it that way."
The next day at school Connor waited apprehensively outside the nurse's office for his new test results. He felt like a huge weight was on his shoulders. When they nurse came out Connor jumped up.
"The test you took yesterday was a defective one. Your new test is clean and so are you," she said.
"I can stay on the hockey team?" asked Connor excitedly.
"Yes, you can," said the nurse.
"Yes!" Connor. "Thank you."
A/N: I guess he dodged a bullet there. And if a certain reviewer with the initials P and B is reading this then I want to see her story by the time I get back. (I mean it.)