NIGHT
OUTING
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: Connor and Leslie go to Wesley's to find some answers. Too bad that they run into some trouble before they can get home.
CHAPTER 15
At nine o'clock the hotel was pretty quiet. It was also really dark out. (The winter solstice and all.) Leslie went downstairs and saw Cordelia behind the desk.
"See you later, Cordy. I'm going to a night movie. I'll be home by ten thirty," said Leslie.
"All right, sweets," said Cordy.
When Leslie was out she went around to Connor's bedroom window. He was standing out, getting ready to do his usual jump act. When he jumped he nearly landed on his brown haired friend.
"Are you okay?" Leslie asked.
"You owe me so much," said Connor, getting up.
"Where do we go?"
"We have to take the bus to Wesley's. Can you believe he was in the yellow pages?"
"Let's go," said Leslie.
The bus ride was a long one. Wesley lived pretty far away. When the two teenagers found themselves in front of Wesley's (the fiend) apartment door it was nearly ten o'clock. Connor knocked on the door. Wesley came to the door?
"Connor?" said the Englishman.
"Yeah, it's me," said Connor, making up some act of politeness. No way would Wesley help Leslie if Connor was cheeky. "This is my friend, Leslie Brooke."
"Uh, hi," said Leslie.
"What are you doing here?" asked Wesley.
"It's about me," said Leslie, stepping up. "I think I need to talk to you."
"Come in," said Wesley. "Hurry."
Connor and Leslie followed Wesley into his apartment. Connor did NOT want to be there. But he did have to help Leslie.
"What's your problem?" Wesley asked Leslie.
"Well, you see, I've been getting strange dreams, daydreams, and like, premonitions. But no exactly. My parents have kind of, been haunting me. My mom, I understand but my dad is still alive," Leslie explained.
"I see," said Wesley. "It sounds as if you are literally being haunted by your past. Have there been problems with you?"
"Yeah. Tell him, Leslie," said Connor.
"My mom died five years ago," said Leslie. "After that my father started battering me around. I just got over that and moved in with Connor and the others. But I guess that I'm not entirely over it."
"I think you're suffering from visions," said Wesley.
"Like Cordelia?" asked Connor.
"No, not the same. Leslie is being haunted by personal visions. But who knows? It might be like Cordelia's," said Wesley.
"What can I do?" asked Leslie.
"Who knows?" said Wesley. "You should figure that much out on your own."
"Uh, thanks," said Leslie, nearly sarcastic. "Come on, Connor."
"See ya," said Connor dryly to Wesley.
When they left out of the building they sat on the bus stop bench.
"I'm glad we pulled that off so fast," said Connor. "The last thing I need is a Dad confrontation."
"It was weird. I don't really understand," said Leslie.
"Don't worry," said Connor, smiling at her. "We'll figure it out together."
Leslie gave him a smile back. But then she noticed something on a bus stop sign. She looked down at her watch and her eyes grew wide.
"Oh, gosh! Connor, this bus stopped running twenty minutes ago," said Leslie.
"What? We have to take a cab," said Connor.
"A cab? What cab will stop for teenagers at eleven minutes past ten o'clock around here?"
"What are you suggesting?"
"We have to call the hotel."
"No way!" exclaimed Connor. "You can forget that."
"Connor, we have to," said Leslie.
"You don't understand! I'm not even suppose to be here. I'm GROUNDED! My father is going to kill me."
"Connor."
"All right! There's a pay phone down the street but YOU'RE calling."
A couple of minutes later Cordy picked up the phone. "Hello. Leslie? What? Oh, Leslie. Hang on. Be right there." She hung up. "Angel!"
OUTING
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: Connor and Leslie go to Wesley's to find some answers. Too bad that they run into some trouble before they can get home.
CHAPTER 15
At nine o'clock the hotel was pretty quiet. It was also really dark out. (The winter solstice and all.) Leslie went downstairs and saw Cordelia behind the desk.
"See you later, Cordy. I'm going to a night movie. I'll be home by ten thirty," said Leslie.
"All right, sweets," said Cordy.
When Leslie was out she went around to Connor's bedroom window. He was standing out, getting ready to do his usual jump act. When he jumped he nearly landed on his brown haired friend.
"Are you okay?" Leslie asked.
"You owe me so much," said Connor, getting up.
"Where do we go?"
"We have to take the bus to Wesley's. Can you believe he was in the yellow pages?"
"Let's go," said Leslie.
The bus ride was a long one. Wesley lived pretty far away. When the two teenagers found themselves in front of Wesley's (the fiend) apartment door it was nearly ten o'clock. Connor knocked on the door. Wesley came to the door?
"Connor?" said the Englishman.
"Yeah, it's me," said Connor, making up some act of politeness. No way would Wesley help Leslie if Connor was cheeky. "This is my friend, Leslie Brooke."
"Uh, hi," said Leslie.
"What are you doing here?" asked Wesley.
"It's about me," said Leslie, stepping up. "I think I need to talk to you."
"Come in," said Wesley. "Hurry."
Connor and Leslie followed Wesley into his apartment. Connor did NOT want to be there. But he did have to help Leslie.
"What's your problem?" Wesley asked Leslie.
"Well, you see, I've been getting strange dreams, daydreams, and like, premonitions. But no exactly. My parents have kind of, been haunting me. My mom, I understand but my dad is still alive," Leslie explained.
"I see," said Wesley. "It sounds as if you are literally being haunted by your past. Have there been problems with you?"
"Yeah. Tell him, Leslie," said Connor.
"My mom died five years ago," said Leslie. "After that my father started battering me around. I just got over that and moved in with Connor and the others. But I guess that I'm not entirely over it."
"I think you're suffering from visions," said Wesley.
"Like Cordelia?" asked Connor.
"No, not the same. Leslie is being haunted by personal visions. But who knows? It might be like Cordelia's," said Wesley.
"What can I do?" asked Leslie.
"Who knows?" said Wesley. "You should figure that much out on your own."
"Uh, thanks," said Leslie, nearly sarcastic. "Come on, Connor."
"See ya," said Connor dryly to Wesley.
When they left out of the building they sat on the bus stop bench.
"I'm glad we pulled that off so fast," said Connor. "The last thing I need is a Dad confrontation."
"It was weird. I don't really understand," said Leslie.
"Don't worry," said Connor, smiling at her. "We'll figure it out together."
Leslie gave him a smile back. But then she noticed something on a bus stop sign. She looked down at her watch and her eyes grew wide.
"Oh, gosh! Connor, this bus stopped running twenty minutes ago," said Leslie.
"What? We have to take a cab," said Connor.
"A cab? What cab will stop for teenagers at eleven minutes past ten o'clock around here?"
"What are you suggesting?"
"We have to call the hotel."
"No way!" exclaimed Connor. "You can forget that."
"Connor, we have to," said Leslie.
"You don't understand! I'm not even suppose to be here. I'm GROUNDED! My father is going to kill me."
"Connor."
"All right! There's a pay phone down the street but YOU'RE calling."
A couple of minutes later Cordy picked up the phone. "Hello. Leslie? What? Oh, Leslie. Hang on. Be right there." She hung up. "Angel!"