BAD
KIDS
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: Remember that old Power Rangers song "uh-oh, we're in trouble?" Well, let's just say it applies to this.
CHAPTER 17
"I'll be in my room," said Leslie, as she, Angel, Cordelia, and Connor went into the hotel.
"Me, too," added Connor quickly.
"Freeze!" ordered Angel.
The two teens stopped at the stairs and turned around to face the two adults.
"You went to see Wesley?" said Cordy. "Why?"
"I needed to info, Cordy. It means a lot to me," said Leslie.
"Did he help?" asked Cordy.
"Uh, not really," replied Leslie.
"Connor, you are grounded. You're not supposed to leave the house. Didn't you learn anything from the last time you did this?" said Angel.
"Dad, I was just trying to help Leslie. I guess I could have said no," said Connor.
"Wait. This was my fault just as much as it was yours, Connor," said Leslie.
"You got that right," said Angel.
"Angel-" Leslie started.
"No. I'll do the talking," said Angel. "Leslie, it doesn't matter that we're not related. As long as you live here, I know this is an old saying, but you'll go by my rules."
"Angel, please," said Leslie.
"Cordy, you finish talking to her while I have a word with little Con, Con," said Angel.
"Okay," Cordy sighed.
"I hate words," said Connor.
He went up to his room with Angel following closely behind. Angel closed the door of his son's room and looked at him.
"Well, should we start planning my funeral now or later?" asked Connor, trying to throw in some humor.
"Save it," Angel snapped. Connor lowered his head sadly. Angel sat down on the bed. "Do you want this to be easy or hard?"
"I prefer none at all but I definitely don't have the option," said Connor.
Angel nodded in agreement. He pulled Connor towards him and yanked down his pants. Connor felt a huge weight come upon him as Angel put his hand on Connor's back. Connor released a breath. Then suddenly SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Whoa!" shouted Connor.
Angel didn't stop there. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!
"What if I clean the hotel all day?" Connor pleaded. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!!! "Oh, ouch!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! SLAM! SLAM! SLAP! SLAP! Connor did not bother to count the hits. It hurt too much to concentrate on anything. He bet that this was definitely not happening to Leslie. Would she always get off easy? SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! That didn't matter right now. "OUCH!"
Leslie looked up from where she was sitting on a couch with Cordy. "What's going on?"
"What do you think?" replied Cordy.
"Is Angel doing what I think he's doing?" said Leslie.
"Yep," said Cordy.
"I guess all father's are the same."
"Don't ever say that. Honey, there is a big difference between spanking and child abuse. Don't get them mixed up."
"Sorry."
"Leslie, you mean a lot to Connor. He'd do anything you wanted. He'd probably go sky diving with you," said Cordy.
Leslie smiled a little. "He's a great friend."
"Just a friend?"
"I gotta go," said Leslie, standing.
"Wait." Cordy also stood. "Leslie, you are grounded for a week. Which includes no phone or TV. Is that clear?"
"Cordy!"
"Leslie!"
"Okay. It's clear. And I'm sorry," said Leslie, as she heard Connor cry out again.
A/N: Today is my fourteenth birthday. So I decided to be extra nice and give you guys the scene that you wanted. Also if you like this one please review Pyro Bear's Two of One story. If I had to describe that story in one word it'd be. . . COOL!
KIDS
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: Remember that old Power Rangers song "uh-oh, we're in trouble?" Well, let's just say it applies to this.
CHAPTER 17
"I'll be in my room," said Leslie, as she, Angel, Cordelia, and Connor went into the hotel.
"Me, too," added Connor quickly.
"Freeze!" ordered Angel.
The two teens stopped at the stairs and turned around to face the two adults.
"You went to see Wesley?" said Cordy. "Why?"
"I needed to info, Cordy. It means a lot to me," said Leslie.
"Did he help?" asked Cordy.
"Uh, not really," replied Leslie.
"Connor, you are grounded. You're not supposed to leave the house. Didn't you learn anything from the last time you did this?" said Angel.
"Dad, I was just trying to help Leslie. I guess I could have said no," said Connor.
"Wait. This was my fault just as much as it was yours, Connor," said Leslie.
"You got that right," said Angel.
"Angel-" Leslie started.
"No. I'll do the talking," said Angel. "Leslie, it doesn't matter that we're not related. As long as you live here, I know this is an old saying, but you'll go by my rules."
"Angel, please," said Leslie.
"Cordy, you finish talking to her while I have a word with little Con, Con," said Angel.
"Okay," Cordy sighed.
"I hate words," said Connor.
He went up to his room with Angel following closely behind. Angel closed the door of his son's room and looked at him.
"Well, should we start planning my funeral now or later?" asked Connor, trying to throw in some humor.
"Save it," Angel snapped. Connor lowered his head sadly. Angel sat down on the bed. "Do you want this to be easy or hard?"
"I prefer none at all but I definitely don't have the option," said Connor.
Angel nodded in agreement. He pulled Connor towards him and yanked down his pants. Connor felt a huge weight come upon him as Angel put his hand on Connor's back. Connor released a breath. Then suddenly SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Whoa!" shouted Connor.
Angel didn't stop there. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!
"What if I clean the hotel all day?" Connor pleaded. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!!! "Oh, ouch!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! SLAM! SLAM! SLAP! SLAP! Connor did not bother to count the hits. It hurt too much to concentrate on anything. He bet that this was definitely not happening to Leslie. Would she always get off easy? SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! That didn't matter right now. "OUCH!"
Leslie looked up from where she was sitting on a couch with Cordy. "What's going on?"
"What do you think?" replied Cordy.
"Is Angel doing what I think he's doing?" said Leslie.
"Yep," said Cordy.
"I guess all father's are the same."
"Don't ever say that. Honey, there is a big difference between spanking and child abuse. Don't get them mixed up."
"Sorry."
"Leslie, you mean a lot to Connor. He'd do anything you wanted. He'd probably go sky diving with you," said Cordy.
Leslie smiled a little. "He's a great friend."
"Just a friend?"
"I gotta go," said Leslie, standing.
"Wait." Cordy also stood. "Leslie, you are grounded for a week. Which includes no phone or TV. Is that clear?"
"Cordy!"
"Leslie!"
"Okay. It's clear. And I'm sorry," said Leslie, as she heard Connor cry out again.
A/N: Today is my fourteenth birthday. So I decided to be extra nice and give you guys the scene that you wanted. Also if you like this one please review Pyro Bear's Two of One story. If I had to describe that story in one word it'd be. . . COOL!