DREAM
WAVE
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: Leslie does some personal research.
CHAPTER 18
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After Leslie was grounded Angel continued to punish Connor.
"Dad, I'm sorry!" Connor yelled.
Angel gave him his last smack and let Connor rise up. Angel lifted up the teenager's pants and underwear. "Look at me, Connor." Connor turned away. "Connor!" Angel was stern in his voice.
Connor finally looked at his father. Tears were flowing like a river out of his eyes.
"Connor, are you okay?" asked Angel.
He sniffed. "Yes. I'm sorry."
"Don't make me do that again," said Angel.
"Why does this stuff always happen to me? Aren't I too old?" asked Connor.
"No. You're still my son and you still have to live under my rules. And my rule is that if you cross the line your behind is mine," said Angel.
"I know. I'm sorry. . . again."
"I know. Come here, Con." Angel gave him a hug and wasn't at all surprised when Connor slowly hugged back.
That Saturday night at eleven o'clock Leslie was reading in the hotel lobby. Connor came down then. Leslie looked up.
"Oh, hi, Connor. Sit down," said Leslie.
"Uh, no thanks," said Connor, rubbing his tender behind. "What are you doing?"
"I was thinking about what that English guy said," she replied. "Some of what he said made sense so I'm trying to look it up."
"Find anything?"
"Totally. It seems what's going on with me is called the dream wave. Since I'm not using this so-called power for myself it's attacking me in daydreams and during my night dreams."
"Whoa. How'd you get, uh, dream waves?"
"I don't know. But I bet that if I learn to focus it then I can control it and it won't happen at anytime," said Leslie.
"How?"
"I know," the girl replied. "I'll just go into my own daydream and really try to get in tune with it."
She closed her eyes and thought hard. Suddenly Leslie felt like she was being pulled away. When she opened her eyes again she was in the moonlit park again. Only now she was wearing a pink turtleneck sweater, a pair of dark blue jeans, and white sneakers instead of pajamas and bunny slippers.
"Uh, hello," Leslie called.
"Leslie," said her mother appearing again.
"Mom! It's you," said Leslie. She ran up and hugged her.
"Darling, what are you doing here?"
"I was going to ask you that, Mom."
"I've been able to catch up on what you've been doing. You were right when you mentions those, um, changes," said her mom.
"Yeah. So what do you think of me?"
"I'm not one of those super beings who can see all but I've been able to see certain things you've been doing. So who is Connor?"
"He's just a guy," Leslie smiled.
"He's not the worst guy to look at," said Mrs. Brooke.
"Oh, Mom. I don't know what to say."
"It seems I owe Connor's family a lot. They are keeping you inline."
"You saw that?" asked Leslie.
"I can see few moments in your life but, yes, I saw that."
"Oh, Mom."
"Oh, dear. I have to go," said Leslie's mother.
"What? No. Not again."
"I'll watch over. I love you, my heart." With that her mother faded away.
"Leslie," said Connor, shaking her. Leslie came out of it with a gasp. "Are you okay?" Leslie sniffed. She cried into Connor's shoulder. Connor touched her hair. "What happened?"
"My mom," said Leslie. "She's never coming back, Connor."
"I know. And I definitely know how you feel."
WAVE
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: Leslie does some personal research.
CHAPTER 18
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After Leslie was grounded Angel continued to punish Connor.
"Dad, I'm sorry!" Connor yelled.
Angel gave him his last smack and let Connor rise up. Angel lifted up the teenager's pants and underwear. "Look at me, Connor." Connor turned away. "Connor!" Angel was stern in his voice.
Connor finally looked at his father. Tears were flowing like a river out of his eyes.
"Connor, are you okay?" asked Angel.
He sniffed. "Yes. I'm sorry."
"Don't make me do that again," said Angel.
"Why does this stuff always happen to me? Aren't I too old?" asked Connor.
"No. You're still my son and you still have to live under my rules. And my rule is that if you cross the line your behind is mine," said Angel.
"I know. I'm sorry. . . again."
"I know. Come here, Con." Angel gave him a hug and wasn't at all surprised when Connor slowly hugged back.
That Saturday night at eleven o'clock Leslie was reading in the hotel lobby. Connor came down then. Leslie looked up.
"Oh, hi, Connor. Sit down," said Leslie.
"Uh, no thanks," said Connor, rubbing his tender behind. "What are you doing?"
"I was thinking about what that English guy said," she replied. "Some of what he said made sense so I'm trying to look it up."
"Find anything?"
"Totally. It seems what's going on with me is called the dream wave. Since I'm not using this so-called power for myself it's attacking me in daydreams and during my night dreams."
"Whoa. How'd you get, uh, dream waves?"
"I don't know. But I bet that if I learn to focus it then I can control it and it won't happen at anytime," said Leslie.
"How?"
"I know," the girl replied. "I'll just go into my own daydream and really try to get in tune with it."
She closed her eyes and thought hard. Suddenly Leslie felt like she was being pulled away. When she opened her eyes again she was in the moonlit park again. Only now she was wearing a pink turtleneck sweater, a pair of dark blue jeans, and white sneakers instead of pajamas and bunny slippers.
"Uh, hello," Leslie called.
"Leslie," said her mother appearing again.
"Mom! It's you," said Leslie. She ran up and hugged her.
"Darling, what are you doing here?"
"I was going to ask you that, Mom."
"I've been able to catch up on what you've been doing. You were right when you mentions those, um, changes," said her mom.
"Yeah. So what do you think of me?"
"I'm not one of those super beings who can see all but I've been able to see certain things you've been doing. So who is Connor?"
"He's just a guy," Leslie smiled.
"He's not the worst guy to look at," said Mrs. Brooke.
"Oh, Mom. I don't know what to say."
"It seems I owe Connor's family a lot. They are keeping you inline."
"You saw that?" asked Leslie.
"I can see few moments in your life but, yes, I saw that."
"Oh, Mom."
"Oh, dear. I have to go," said Leslie's mother.
"What? No. Not again."
"I'll watch over. I love you, my heart." With that her mother faded away.
"Leslie," said Connor, shaking her. Leslie came out of it with a gasp. "Are you okay?" Leslie sniffed. She cried into Connor's shoulder. Connor touched her hair. "What happened?"
"My mom," said Leslie. "She's never coming back, Connor."
"I know. And I definitely know how you feel."